Phone sex is what I enjoy. I get to talk to men all day who enjoying fucking a woman hardcore. Guys do not call me for the GFE experience. They call me for their rape phone sex fantasies. They call me because they want to get rough with a bitch, maybe even snuff her. They call me because they know I am a pain slut with a death wish. They call me because I will do all the things their wives will never do.
Callers ask me every day how I got to be so demented. That is easy to explain. I have daddy issues. When I was just a little girl, Daddy violated my tiny holes morning, noon and night. He would tie me up, invite his friends over and gang bang me. Using me as a gangbang rape porn star was one of the nicer things Daddy did for me. He would sodomize me with beer bottles and fists. He would beat me. He would make me do sex shows with Rover to entertain his friends.
Every time Daddy would hurt me, he gave me a lollipop for being a good little whore. He conditioned me to be a pain slut. I never miss Daddy, but I end up with men just like him all the time. Daddy use to tell me he had to be cruel to be kind so I would learn my place. He was right. The worse you treat me, the better I treat you. That is fucked up, right? Last night one of my mean daddy masters stopped by on his way home from work to skull fuck me and smack me around. He strangled me while skull fucking me. And then he sodomized me for hours. He gave me a lollipop; told me I was a good girl and came back to abuse me this morning on his way to work. I will never learn.
He traded me to a female Mistress. Master never told me why, but this bad ass bitch showed up at my door and told me I was her snuff sex whore for 24 hours. I was not sure about this arrangement. I mean, I am accustomed to male masters. When I questioned her, she punched me in the gut so hard, I doubled over. She tied me up tightly and began torturing me. She was in this leather BDSM outfit. She was hot and my cunt was wet. She was streaming our time together. She put on a monstrous strap-on to violate my ass. She informed that things could go two ways for me. I could let her fuck me and use me for hardcore bondage and anal torture or I could suffer a more painful fate. Mutilation or maybe even death. I am a pain slut, and a good submissive whore, but women scare me as masters. This bitch was into some sick torture sex and I am not taking about nipple torture and whippings. She has pictures of girls whose cunts she had stapled and sewed shut. I smelled the blood and death in the air. She had killed recently in the very room I was in. I did not want to die that day, so I told her to fuck me however she wanted. I chose to endure some pain getting some ass torture if it meant my pussy would not be mutilated and I got to keep on breathing. She used everything she could find from her fist to a baseball bat to fuck my asshole. If you are looking for a whore to torture and kill or explore your rape fantasies with, I will do whatever you want to stay alive, just like I did with that bad ass bitch mistress. I am a tough victim too. She shredded my asshole, and I am still walking!
Ass rape porn models are popular with men, especially married men. So many women will never give up their ass to their husbands. That is why the Internet is flooded with anal sex whores getting gang banged in their asses. I am one of those girls because men pay me for anal sex videos. Sometimes I like hardcore anal sex and sometimes I do not. Some guys are brutal because they see me as nothing more than a dirty whore that they can use. I started dating this new guy recently. I thought he was pretty cool and different from most men I have dated. I did not realize he had a porn addiction. He saw some of my gangbang rape porn on the dark net and he changed into an animal. I was at his place when he came home from work and he dropped his briefcase. He lunged at me in a rage and started fucking me. His hands were tight against my throat as he rammed his cock in my ass. He was not happy that I had not told him about my anal sex career. Now in his eyes I was a dirty whore. And men fuck dirty whores, they do not date them, and they certainly do not love them. Just like the other men from my past, he no longer saw me as datable. I was still fuckable though. With no lube and no gentle touch, he fucked me for hours. When he could not cum anymore, he fisted me. He said he no longer needed to watch dirty ass porn because he had his own anal sex porn star as his slave. I could not fight him. I did not want too either because I was aroused that he was treating me like the taboo phone sex whore I am.
Torture sex is what I was there for, or so I thought. We had agreed to some rough sex, even hardcore anal. I even agreed to some minor, burns, cuts and physical abuse. I was duped. They lured me to this abandoned house in the middle of nowhere to harvest my organs. This was snuff not torture porn. I saw the instruments and surgical bed. Then I saw all the coolers. I was strung up wide awake watching a surgery on another dumb whore who fell for the same scam. They put her under but carved her up. No way she was surviving. They took all her vital organs. They even took her eyes. I was terrified watching this brutal dissection, especially knowing that I was next. I was kicking and screaming. I was going to fight being chopped up for parts. When a guy came to prep me for my dissection, I chomped his ear off. I was like a rabid dog and I was not going down without a fight. I gave the guy a struggle. I took his ear, but he managed to get a needle in me. The next thing I know, I am on a surgical table and a man is operating on me. I woke up while I was cut open and hands on my organs. I was paralyzed. I was awake in my own worst nightmare. They were weighing my organs and talking about how much money they would make harvesting a healthy woman’s organs. When they saw my eyes open, they teased and taunted me. Called me names and told me my death would benefit folks in a way me living never could. It was a hot medical fetish phone sex role play. I am hoping that someone else will sacrifice my life in the same way. I can die nobly.
Do you like strangulation phone sex fantasies? I made the mistake of telling this hook-up last night that I enjoyed erotic asphyxiation sometimes. I used to be part of a club for that. We would put our necks in nooses and masturbate together. It was accident proof because there were club members who watched and cut the restraints if we passed out or got close to that. Men and women were in this club. I like a little pain with my orgasms, but I do not want to die. I was sucking on this guy’s cock immediately after telling him my hot story. He put his hands on my neck and choked me. He had it confused. Erotic asphyxiation is where you are being strangled and masturbating, not strangling someone else while you get off. He told me he understood what it was, but he just wanted to strangle me. Suddenly, our encounter was more like a snuff porn than a hook up. He had both hands around my neck as he skull fucked me. He was saying concerning things like, “I could kill you right now and they would never find your remains.” I was on a Tinder hook-up. This was not some guy I met on the dark net or a fetish site. I thought he was just a normal horny man tired of being couped up inside. I thought he just wanted some pussy. He did want my pussy, but he wanted to strangle me too once I spilled my beans. His hands were big and strong. He was powerful and he had that look in his eyes. The look that tells me my life is inconsequential. I could feel how little he felt for me because I was choking and gasping for air. I was fighting to breathe as his hands finally choked the last ounce of life out of me. No doubt he came on my dead body when I was still warm. You would too.
It is no secret I am an ass rape porn star. My ass has made me a lot of money over the years. More than I expected. I am a high school dropout. I have a GED, but I am not qualified for much. The only way I can make money is off my body. I started off fetish modeling for BDSM magazines and that led to anal porn. Turns out if a woman is willing to let men ravage her ass, she can make a good living. My ass has seen better days, but I am still in demand. Some of my gigs are less savory than others. This weekend was one of them, but I was desperate for money. I have not had as many gigs this past year, and I need the money. Beggars cannot be choosers. When Joel called with a gig, I did not ask the questions I should have asked because I was desperate. I heard the money amount and agreed to the job. I arrived at the studio where he said to be. Unlike most porn sets, there were no cameras, no crew, no anyone but one guy and he looked mean. He introduced himself as Joel and took me to a dingy room with a dirty mattress on the floor. His Go Pro was set up on a stand to film us. I wanted to ask questions, but I should have done that before. Now, I was in trouble. Now, an ass porn could turn into a snuff porn. It nearly did too because he choked me as he fucked my ass. I was gasping for air and begging for mercy. I got no reprieve until he nutted. He filmed the entire anal torture. I have a big blue mark around my neck and a busted asshole. I did get paid though and beggars can’t be choosers.
Do you have rape phone sex fantasies? I know I do. Men always do. I look like the blonde bimbo of their dark and wet dreams. That is what this preppy looking man told me as he was duct taping my hands behind my back. I was in a bar having drinks. I was by myself. I was there looking to pick up a man. The guy I was talking too seemed nice. That was until I excused myself to the bathroom and he followed. He pushed his way into the one stall woman’s bathroom and locked the door. The music was loud so I knew no one would hear my screams if anyone would care. He came prepared. He duct taped my mouth and my hands. He even bound my ankles with the duct tape. He bent me over the dirty toilet. This was a dive bar. Girls had puked and pissed on the seat. The smell was awful. I was trying hard not to puke from the stench because I would choke on my vomit with the duct tape over my mouth. He pushed my face into the shit stained dive bar toilet. While my face was in the crapper, he treated my ass like an ass rape porn star’s ass. He put his hands around my neck and choked me while he fucked me. He sodomized my asshole. Not for long. Even with drunk dick, however, he still shot a load in me. He was a predator preying on drunk women in the bar. He left me. He came and he went, leaving me bound by the duct tape on a dirty bar bathroom floor. Some drunk chicks found me and thought I had done that to myself. That laughed at the drunk whore and left me there too. I was not saved until the janitor came in the middle of the night after the bar had shut down. Too late to find the asshole who did that to me.
Bad babysitter phone sex is something I have come to enjoy. I have been released from my former master after I got rid of a little problem for him. It feels good to be free from him, but he gave me a taste for young pussy, and I am continuing to satisfy my newly awakened desires for young cunt. I took a babysitting gig last week that had me supervising a young teen girl for a week. The parents had to travel for a funeral, but because of COVID and school, they did not want their daughter to go with them. I stalked their Facebook pages to check out the girl and she is every predator’s wet dream. A tiny teen girl with no tits and a cute bubble butt. Long legs, cute smile and a sweet innocence about her. An innocence, I planned to destroy. Every night I stayed with her I violated her little holes. I drugged her each night to make her less feisty and more amenable to my charms. First couple nights, I had her eating my pussy and ass. I would finger bang her virgin cunt. I gave her a taste for pussy and girl on girl action. I graduated to a strap-on. If you and I were pals, you could have come over and fucked her with your daddy dick. She was a virgin because my dildo was coated in blood. How has her dad not fucked her is beyond me? He must be a saint. By the last couple days, I was fisting her cunt and her ass because I wanted to gape her tiny holes. She was begging for my fist, tongue, and dildo by the end of the week. I turned daddy’s little princess into my teen rape porn star. I am getting good at this. I am thinking of expanding my bank account with a special brothel of young talent. I have a good eye and I am great at grooming.
I hope you like bad babysitter phone sex tales because I am full of them. As it turns out, I like hurting little brats. What I really need is a partner in crime. I am master free now, so I can kill for sport. Making me kill and kidnap for my freedom, gave me a taste of what it is like to destroy little holes. My former master taught me a lot about how to commit crimes and get away with it too. So, I decided to create a fake profile on a babysitting site and continue my fun. I am a sexy switch, but for decades I was just a submissive whore. It has been empowering to assist in the assault and murder of little whores. I had this babysitting gig last night. It is amazing how many parents trust their precious cargo to anyone. No one does a thorough background check on their sitters. If anyone had done their due diligence, they would have discovered that I am a deep fake. The gig I had last night was for a brother and sister. I drugged them. I gave the girl half of a roofie and her brother I gave a Viagra. I was not sure he even had cummies yet in his hairless balls. All he needed for my devious plot was a hard dick. Within an hour he was crying to me about his stiff peter. I told him the only way to make the pain go away was to put it inside his sister. She was half out of it, so it was easy to guide his stick pecker into her bald young pussy. While he was thrusting away at his baby sister’s young pussy, I was filming it. This kind of porn can make me so much money and give me lots of spank bank material. My plan worked wonderfully. Now I can make bank off this little sibling love video I made. Neither will remember what happened thanks to the drugs either.
I want to help you with your murder phone sex fantasies. I have been enjoying my new role as my master’s accomplice. My pussy and ass aged out for him years ago. He still fucked me, but I am not as tight as he likes, so we made a deal. Bring him 100 little girls to fuck and snuff, and my freedom would be granted. I am over half there, but he recently made me a sweeter deal. It was a one in done sort of deal. It was a deal too sweet to say no. Kill his ex-wife because she is draining him dry and blackmailing him. I asked him if it was risky because spouses and ex-spouses are always the first suspects. He had it all planned out. He was going to be with some business associates in Cancun. That was his alibi. No money paper trail because he is not paying me to kill her. He gave me the specifics of her routine and told me how to make it look like a robbery. Suggested I use a strap-on to make it look like a sexual assault and robbery gone bad. I did her last week and it was so much fun. I had all my blonde locks in a swim cap with a black knit cap on top of that. Plus, I had latex gloves, under work gloves. I was not leaving DNA. I had to make sure to leave no salvia. I have never been arrested, so my DNA is not in the system. He told me all about her and she is an opportunistic cunt, so I enjoyed killing her. I was killing her for my freedom. She had no clue I was even a woman because of the way I was dressed. I fucked her ass like an ass rape porn star, slit her throat as I was fucking her from behind with my strapon. I took the cash and the jewelry. I took some proof of death pictures with an old Polaroid he gave me. He is in Cancun. She is dead. And I am laying low basking in the fact that I am a free woman. No cops have come a knocking yet. I have a taste for murder now.
