Babysitter phone sex is better with two evil bitches in charge. I was hired to watch two girls recently. My former master gave me a taste for those ripe, tender age brats. I met Harper a few years ago when she was one of my charges. She was a sick brat even back then. In fact, she scared me. We stayed in touch over the years, and I helped her get this job because she is the perfect tiny teen sadistic. When I was babysitting, I took some nude pictures of the little angels and sent them to Harper. She texted back black heart emojis. I told her to come over and bring some male friends. I was spending the night with the brats in this mansion with a pool and a full bar. If the parents were stupid enough to leave their brats with me, well they did not deserve to have them. Harper agreed.
Harper arrived with a few burly men in tow. They offered money to explore their rape phone sex fantasies with my charges. I would have turned the house into the Neverland Ranch for free because the brats meant nothing to me. Harper spiked their lemonade, while I took their clothes off. The Molly kicked in quickly because they were so young. I filmed it because tyke porn brings in the big bucks. Her friends stroked their cocks as they looked at the girls’ underdeveloped bodies with lust in their eyes. Men love bee sting boobies, clam cunts, bubble butts and doe eyes. They could only look for so long. I am sure you understand.Even high on Molly the little girls had some fight in them. Harper pulled out a knife and threatened to slice their throats if they did not suck the big cocks dangling in front of their faces. That made them obedient. Harper laughed as her friends skull fucked the brats. When will parents learn to do background checks on the people, they trust to watch their fuck trophies? I filmed everything. This was going from tyke porn to snuff porn quickly. We loved hearing their screams as Harper’s friends force fucked their bald cunnies and perfect rosebuds. We got turned on seeing the blood flow as their bald cunnies got penetrated by big man dick. The guys fucked the brats. Harper held them down and I filmed it. That is called teamwork.
Harper poured booze down their mouths to silence their whimpering. Did not work. They cried and whimpered for hours as their little wholes got ravaged. Harper’s friends gave us a sack of money to just take the girls. They really enjoyed fucking their tiny holes. I just wanted the brats gone. I did not use my real name on the babysitting site. If parents are dumb enough to not vet who they choose to watch their fuck trophies, then they should not be parents. Harper and I do not feel sorry for those little brats or their parents. In fact, we cannot wait to do it again to someone else’s spawn. Maybe, next time you can join us. Harper and I love to share brats with like minded perverts like you. Plus, we love to watch men destroy super young holes.
I am a bloody phone sex whore. I find blood sexy. I am not the only one either. I met this guy at a fetish club who is into hematolaghia. It is pretty much folks who get off on blood. He convinced me to let him have some of my blood for sex play. I was nervous of course. Trusting a man to cut you gives him a lot of power. I mean he could drain you dry and kill you like a vampire. I was hesitant but aroused. He was handsome and hung like a horse. I wanted to please him, so I let him cut me. He made a few cuts on my tender flesh and my bright red blood dripped down over my boobs. I felt like Carrie at the prom. He added his blood to the mix. Bright red rivers of blood cascaded over my tits and down to my cunt. He used our blood as lube to fuck me. He pushed his bloody cock in my ass and my pussy. I was bleeding and in pain, but my cunt was on fire. I was so turned on playing in our blood. He would not let me cut him. I understood. I was the submissive taboo phone sex whore. He was the master I met in a fetish club. I started to rub my blood in my tits, and he got pissed. He was mad that the blood started to fade from my tits. He put the knife to my neck and made a huge slice across my throat. He gave me a Colombian necktie. I was choking on my blood. It was spewing out my throat. I was going to bleed out or drown in my blood. Either way, I should never have trusted a stranger to slice my flesh.
As a submissive slave, I am no stranger to domination phone sex. Some men are much rougher than others. Some guys want to slap and tickle me. Others, want to leave me black and blue, or even send me to the ER. I am a great slave. I never complain. I know it will make things worse for me. Now that the fetish scene is open again, I can go to the clubs. I went to this one club that was known for spanking. I thought I could not get hurt too badly in a paddle club. I guess it all depends on who is doing the spanking. I was selected by a much older man. Distinguished looking professor type. In my head, I thought he was harmless. History should tell me that the men who look harmless are the ones who can do the most damage. The Professor may have spanked me so hard he bruised my kidneys. I was down on all fours with my ass in the air. He began with a wooden paddle. Ouch. He packed a wallop. Bruised my ass. He even broke skin. I was in a lot of pain. He pulled my blonde hair so hard that he ripped a chunk of hair out of my head. He was just getting started. His dick was hard and long. He mumbled something about not having an ass rape porn star since before Covid. The club was a no penetration club, but he did not care. He fucked my ass raw. So hard, I cried. He fisted me too. He put a fist in my ass and cunt at same time and lifted me in the air joking about how I was his puppet. He threw me down on the ground with such force, I cracked some ribs. He was twice my age and four times as hard on me as any other man I have met in a club like that. I guess he was making up for lost time.
Men call me for violent phone sex fantasies every day. I never complain. I am a good slut and a pain whore. The reality is that I am a buxom blonde bimbo who craves attention in all the wrong ways. I make poor decisions and I struggle to tell a man no. Two nights ago I was in a dive bar. It was packed because folks had been cooped up long enough. Some of the men there were like sex crazed animals. I do not think they had been laid in a year. They were buying me drinks to get me drunk quickly. They could have saved their money. I would have been their gangbang rape porn star sober. It was me and about 20 drunk and very horny men. I was dancing on the pool table, flashing my tits and gyrating like a dirty stripper. I stumbled in my stilettos and fell off the pool table. When I landed on the ground, that is when they made their move. They pounced on me like hungry wolves. Ripping my clothes off, pulling my hair, slapping my face and fish hooking my mouth. They grabbed my big tits and twisted them. They slapped me an choked me. This was foreplay for them. They had the right girl because this is how I like to be treated. Rough. Violent. They brutalized my fuck holes. Some of them refused to fuck a skanky bar fly, so they used beer bottles and fists on me. Most of them, however, fucked me. I had three cocks in each hole at one point. I fucked 9 guys at once. Not by choice, but I did not fight them either. I was a good fuck pig. I am here for men to use. It is my duty to service men when their wives will not. I bet you agree.
I am a taboo phone sex whore. The more extreme a fantasy is, the more I want to explore it. I have many callers. Some have the same role play that we explore different ways. Some change it up every time. I am a good submissive whore for my callers and the men in my life. This one fantasy mirrored a reality of mine so eerily that I wondered if I was talking to some one from my past. The crux of this fantasy was that I was a kidnapped girl. I was less kidnapped and more sold willingly by my father to traffickers. My father needed me gone so no one would ever find out about our dirty incest. He also needed money for his gambling debts and selling a jailbait girl can net a large profit for a man down on his luck. I was drugged and when I woke up, I was on a concrete floor, bound and gagged with other young girls. There was a bucket in the middle of the floor. That was our toilet. We had to squat over a bucket and shit and piss in front of other girls. I appeared to be the only one who spoke English. I am double jointed, so I was able to pop my shoulder out of place and get out of the restraints. I tried to free the other girls, but I was caught and punished in front of the others. They made an example out of me. They shot me full of heroin and made a gang bang rape porn with me. The other girls watched as the men brutalized my fuck holes and choked me. I was the example of what happens to bad whores. For days, I was drugged and fucked. My holes were used up quickly, so I could not be auctioned off. That meant my fate was either be killed or become an accomplice to lure, recruit and train other kidnapped whores. That was an easy choice. I will always choose to be the accomplice if my only other option is death.
I thought once I earned my freedom, there would be no more Taboo phone sex with my former master. I worked hard to buy my freedom. But he pulled me back in. My former Master is a sex trafficker. Some little girls he keeps for himself. Some age out for him and become his accomplices. That was me. We were together a long time. He granted me freedom at a price. He did it because I did a lot for him over the years. I did things most women would never do for a man. He had a trainer. She was a woman like me. Just a young girl he bought on the black market and when she aged out he had her train the newer girls. That girl left him high and dry when he was expecting a shipment of young whores. He needed me. He paid me 100,00 grand for a few days of work. It felt good to be in a position where he needed me. I cleaned the girls up who arrived this week. They were a hot mess after traveling. They were drugged and in shipping containers for days. They needed showers. They needed dressed. They needed someone to tell them how to act, because I know my former master and his associates. They will kill a disobedient cunt and replace her in a heartbeat. Master’s shipment of young girls included girls from all over the world. Some did not speak English. I did my best. I had them clean and dolled up and ready for Master and his pals to test drive before putting them on the auction block. I also had to do hymen checks to determine which ones were still virgins. He does not fuck the virgins. He saves them because cherries can be sold at a premium price. For my last-minute help with his special shipment, I made a nice profit and got to assist with some teen rape porn. Feels good to be on the other side. Today, he called me with a job offer. I am now his new trainer of trafficked girls.
Taboo phone sex is something I enjoy. I am a taboo whore. A sexy switch with a dark side. I do not enjoy vanilla fantasies. It is funny. When I was a young girl being abused daily by daddy and his friends, I wanted out desperately. I wanted a Cinderella story with a Prince Charming and a castle to live in. Now, I want the Prince of Darkness and a Gothic castle that is likely haunted. I think as I get older, I crave what I had as a young girl but on my terms. You can let the past define you and control you for life. Or you can embrace the past, reinvent yourself and live life on your terms. I like to be a taboo princess, doing all the dark things wives refuse to do for their men, like be ass rape porn stars. I am an anal whore. When I was a young girl, my ass was the preferred hole for daddy and his friends because if I got pregnant there would be proof of a crime. My ass was prolapsed weekly by daddy and his friends. I hated anal sex for years, until I woke up one day and said I am not a helpless ass victim. I started doing anal torture shoots and gigs. Now, I make a lot of money being an anal sex whore. The more violent and extreme the anal sex, the more money I make. I agreed to be fish hooked in the ass. I am not talking about a hook to catch a minnow. I am talking about a big metal hook you see in slasher films. I was strung up in the air with only a hook in my ass. As I swung back and forth, men pissed and came on me. My asshole ripped and bled but I kept on smiling because I love anal torture sex.
Do you have accomplice phone sex fantasies? I know I do. After being the victim most of my life, it is fun to be a partner is crime with the focus on another worthless slut. I bought my freedom from my master one tiny whore at a time, but now that I am free woman, I crave tiny girls still. In the beginning, I told myself it was survival of the fittest. Other women helped abuse me. But after about the third little girl I helped abuse, I realized I was enjoying sending a lamb to its slaughter. The older I get, the sicker I get. I was at the mall last night and saw a sweet young girl who was lost. I am in my thirties now and little girls look at me differently. They no longer have stranger danger. I tell them I am a mommy too with a little girl just their age, and they will follow me anywhere. I took this girl to my SUV and molested her in the back of my car. Tinted windows and a sun blocker screen and no one knew what I was doing to that sweet young thing. And a dark wig and glasses, with my tits flattened, no one would be looking for a blonde bimbo predator. I fingered her sweet juice box and she dripped all over my fingers. She tasted yummy. I popped her cherry with my fingers, and she cried for her mommy. I fingered her little puckered asshole too. I just kept thinking about you and how much you would have enjoyed molesting her with me. Your rape phone sex fantasies for tender age girls could have been realized in that moment. Parents really need to teach their young girls to fear mature women too. It is just too easy for me to lure a little angel away from safety and straight into the arms of danger.
I answered an online ad for models for a gangbang rape porn. I am no stranger to gangbangs, but I have never been paid for one. This was a chance to make money from being a submissive slut and an anal whore. When I arrived, there were about 30 men waiting to fuck my holes. I was given a code word if things got too rough for me to handle. No one has ever given me a safe word, so I felt confident I could stop the action if things got too rough. The movie was filmed in a warehouse bathroom. The stench was awful. The bathroom smelled like death. It was a bathroom straight out of a Saw movie. I was bound with Duct tape which left me immobile. The guys took turns fucking my ass, mouth and pussy. The smell was nauseating. I had this nagging feeling that this was more like a snuff movie. Someone had died in that bathroom. I just had to figure out how not to be the next person to die.
When I was shoved on the floor, I saw blood. One of the guys realized I knew this was not a fake video and he grabbed a lock of my hair and dragged me like a cave man to the dingy toilet. He shoved my face into the wretched bowl. He bounced my face off the toilet seat, which knocked me out. I woke up on the floor just like in a Saw movie. I looked around for clues and Jigsaw. My face was covered in blood. Pretty sure my nose got broken when my face kissed the hard toilet seat. I squinted to see through the blood running down my face. All the men who had fucked me were in front of me like hungry vultures with a deadly weapon in their hands. Yep, this was a snuff film. I was bound, gagged, and laying on the Saw bathroom floor begging for my life. They lunged at me when the director screamed, “Action.” I was beat, cut, stabbed and fucked to my death. This is one movie I will not live to regret.
Snuff porn auditions never go as planned. I was so excited to be back in the snuff fetish world, that I took the first job offered to me. I did not Google the studio or the photographer. Things I have always done in the past. I have been fetish modeling for over a decade. I have a good reputation in the business because I let guys simulate anything with me. I have been mummified. I have been strung up with rope and hung upside down. I have been brutally sodomized for film. I was just so desperate to get back into the modeling world, that I let my guard down and I almost did not survive. I showed up in the town and at the place I was told to be for the photo shoot. I was told it would be a simulated gangbang rape porn shoot. Simulated my ass. When they say simulated, that means it looks real, but it is fake. Just like most snuff films. Nothing simulated about this. It was me the blonde bimbo and 20 hung black men. Have you seen any of those black gangbang videos? You know, the ones with a blonde waif of a girl getting choked, smacked and violated by big black dicks? It was that kind of film on crack. These black men had huge cocks. Bigger cocks than I have ever seen in person. They only bare back bitches and they do not believe in lube. No simulation. They plowed their big black cocks into my tiny, puckered rosebud often times three cocks at once. My asshole was gaped and bleeding. They filmed my ass being prolapsed. They fisted me too. I do not think this was a studio. I think I was duped into being an ass rape porn star for a bunch of black men. I never got paid either. I was lucky to still be breathing once they were done.
