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.
Accomplice phone sex is my favorite. Why? That is simple to answer. Because I am not the victim! When I am your accomplice, we are focused on hurting someone else. I can sit here and tell you that because I am a submissive whore, I am just going along with a master to stay alive. It used to be that it was survival of the fittest kind of thinking, but that has changed. I like being the helper. I am very good at luring away young ones from the mall or the park. Justin is one of my masters. He has this predilection for young boys. I thought I was luring a little boy away for him so he could fuck his little boy ass. Maybe suck on his hairless willy. That was part of it, but when I brought the boy back to his place, he made me do things to the boy. I did not want to play with a little boy. I like big cock. He told me that I would die violently and extremely painfully if I did not do as instructed. I started sucking the boy’s pee pee. He pissed in my face. The boy was scared and not willing to be molested, so master had to restrain him. I sat on his face and made him eat my pussy and ass. I fingered his little boy butthole. I did everything master told me to do, even insert the boy’s arm in my cunt. I did not have rape phone sex fantasies for a little boy, but master made me rub my bald cunt all over the boy. I did not know master was filming this for his spank bank and to keep me in line. After a couple hours of molesting the boy for his pleasure, he fucked his ass hole so hard it prolapsed. While the lad was passed out, master showed me the video of me molesting the boy. He told me to get him a little girl next time and if I ever disappoint him, he will make my illegal video viral and send it to the police. I am now forever his taboo phone sex accomplice.
Anal torture sex is something I am no stranger to; however, it is mostly men who are administering my anal punishment. I fucked over the wrong bitch apparently. I did not even know I had done it either. A couple weeks ago I met a hot man at a club. He had no ring on his finger and he forgot to mention a wife. I thought he was single and just looking for a one-night hot encounter. I was half right. I was at a different club last night and met this cool chick. Well, she was cool until I realized it was a set up. She spiked my drink. I woke up bound and gagged in her basement. She was yapping about me banging her husband last week and I tried telling her she had the wrong woman. She showed me a picture of her man, and I realized he had failed to mention the fact that he had a psychotic wife at home. She did not believe me when I said I did not know he was married. She had done her research on me. She knew I was a sugar baby and a GFE to married men. She would not have believed me if I protested more, so I just apologized. She took a baseball bat to my ass. She put a ball gag in my mouth to muffle my screams. I think her husband, the man I fucked, was upstairs clueless that his crazy wife was extracting revenge in their basement. She pushed the baseball bat up as deep as she could until it bottomed out and I shit myself. My asshole came out with the bat. I was prolapsed. I was bloody. I was shitty and I was sorry. I was verbally sorry to her for fucking her man. In my head, I was just sorry she was a crazy bitch who exacted revenge with ass rape porn.
I live for taboo phone sex callers. I am cross listed on two sites at this company because I have two sides to me. I can be a cock size queen into small dick humiliation and GFE calls, or a submissive whore who wants to die a painful death. Sometimes, guys ask me if I suffer from multiple personalities because my head can turn a 180 better than Linda Blair in The Exorcist. Variety is the spice of life, right? I dig being versatile. I can even be an accomplice, and that is where I excel. I am helping this wealthy man make his P dreams cum true, for a price of course. My rate to help you fuck a little girl, however, is much cheaper than going through sex traffickers or traveling overseas. When you look like me, you blend in anywhere, especially at the mall. Folks just look at me and think trophy wife spending her husband’s money or shopaholic. No one thinks I am there scouting out tender age talent for snuff movies. I found a girl that was perfect for my client. She was a little blonde girl. She still had some baby fat in her cheeks and a bubble butt. Just what he likes. I spiked an Icy Freeze and gave it too her. I followed her as she got woozy and then helped her to my car. I told her I was taking her home, but I took her to my client who loved her. He paid me more money than we agreed on. The only catch was that I had to watch him fuck her. Hell, yes. It is nice to watch men who usually violate me, fuck someone else. He ravaged her cunt too. I knew he was going to kill her, but I still cleaned her bloody cum filled cunt with a smile because for once, it was not me being violated.
Killer phone sex fantasies on your mind? They are on my mind too. I am a sexy switch. Unlike some girls on my site, I can be your victim or your partner in crime. I enjoy both roles. I have discovered that I have some wicked dark fantasies about others too. This past year has been a doozy of a year. I have not been able to nude model as much. None of my BDSM clubs have re-opened yet. And even finding bad ass men who know how to treat a bitch has been difficult. I have been dabbling on Fet Life and Reddit chat rooms. There are a lot of taboo phone sex loving men on both sites. I met this one guy who did not live far from me. We have been talking for weeks about fucking a tender age girl. One who has no tits yet and no hair on her pussy. He has naughty fantasies about his stepdaughter. He wants to fuck her tiny cut so badly, but he agreed on a young lookalike that we would kidnap. I love being an accomplice. I used to feel badly about fucking up a little girl, but it is survival of the fittest. It is nice to not be the one getting used for once. We drove around for a little bit looking for the right girl and finally found one at the park. She was with a babysitter who was buried in her phone. I distracted the girl with my doggy and my partner snatched her up and shoved her in the back of my van. My partner did not need her for long. He fucked her tiny cunt, turned it to bloody mush. He could have snuffed her, but instead he dumped her on the side of the road like garbage. All I could think was better her than me.
Bitches like me need domination phone sex. But do not try to dominate me with a small dick. I am a switch. That means I can be submissive, and I can be dominant. Which one you get, depends on your dick size. How can you dominate a hot bitch like me who stands almost 6 foot tall in heels when you have a small pecker? You simply cannot do it. I will over power you. That is what happened at this exclusive BDSM club I visited last night. I was there to get used. To be owned and put in my place. I went alone to the club because I am in between masters. I was hoping to find a potential master. Instead, I met a Pee Wee Herman mother fucker playing pretend. He was a tall guy, not as tall as me though. He had a mask on so I could not see his face. How I knew he was an imposter was he said he was going to make me into an ass rape porn star, and he had a tiny dick. It was so small, I never felt it in my ass. He kept saying things like, “Take this big dick, bitch,” or “How does my big dick feel in your worthless ass, whore?” I had to ask him if he was in yet and he spanked my ass. I could not feel his “big dick,” in my ass. I pushed him off me and turned the tables. I grabbed a huge dildo off the wall and rammed it in his ass. “Feel that poser,” I screamed. He let out a shriek like a girl. I ripped his mask off, and he looked like a femboy, not a bad ass master. I fucked his ass raw. And I called in one of my black masters to show him what a man’s cock is supposed to look like. Little loser thought he could dominate me with a shrimp’s tail for a dick. I am a submissive whore ONLY to real men. Is that you?
Fantasy phone sex is what I do best. But some men have fantasies that are my reality. I had a brutal upbringing. What daddies fantasize about doing to their baby girls or other girls, my daddy did to me. I had a caller this week who wanted me to relive my violent past with daddy. I could hear the satisfaction in his voice as I choked up remembering the violence. I understand that my pain is your pleasure. That is the nature of this job. He asked me my earliest memories of abuse and what my father did to me first. The night my mother left us, my father was in my bedroom doing way more than just exploring his rape phone sex fantasies for his baby girl. I tried to pretend that I was sound asleep, but I could not pretend to be in a deep sleep while daddy’s dick ravaged my tiny holes. I was bleeding and crying. Screaming in pain. I was so loud; daddy shoved his crusty old boxer shorts in my mouth to muffle me. Later, he would graduate to a ball gag. My father was never a father to me. And when my mother left, that did not change. What changed was that I became his wife. I had to cook and clean. I had to service his cock. Not just his cock either. I had to service all his poker buddies and friends too. He kept me home from school when I got older because he was afraid, I might tell a counselor, or a friend and he would lose his cash cow. He pimped me out when I was barely a teen to settle his gambling debts. I eventually got too big to control and I ran away. Do I like talking about my youth? No. But I am a taboo phone sex slut, and it is part of the job.
Snuff sex was not even on my mind when I temped as a secretary last week. I have been supplementing my income with all sorts of gigs this past year. When I saw an ad for $3,000 for five days of answering phones, I thought hell yes. That is easy money. I can look good at a front desk. I can answer a phone sexy as fuck too. I should have known it was too good to be true. It was way too good to be true. The boss guy wanted a pretty bimbo, but not to answer phones. He wanted a pretty bimbo to slaughter. There was no one else in the office. It was him and me. I was duped. He tied me to an office desk and stripped me naked. With my big fake boobs exposed, he whipped them with his belt. He was slaughtering my tits. The big brass belt buckled slashed the tender skin on my breasts. Bright red blood streaks dripped down my stomach. He was just getting started. He whipped my cunt too. That belt buckle felt like being beat with cotton candy on my tits compared to what it felt like on my cunt. I was begging for mercy as the flesh on my pussy flew off in chunks. By the time he was done, my cunt looked like a grenade had exploded inside it. My pelvic bone was exposed. I was crying and convulsing. I think I went into shock from the pain. I was sitting in a pool of my blood and a pile of my flesh. Then he started punching me in the face. Broke my nose. My eyes swelled up so I could not see out of them anymore. I was coming in and out of consciousness. This was not worth the $3,000 if I survived. This was a snuff porn not a secretary gig. Sometimes, I am so dumb.
I love killer phone sex calls. There are a million ways to die, right? How would you kill me? I have been in the dark desires business for a decade. From simulated fetish modeling to phone sex, I have heard a lot of creative and painful ways to die. How would you kill me? Men always ask me about my favorite way to die and I just tell them to make it bloody and brutal. I am a pain slut so I crave the more vicious deaths. I do not want to die only one way over and over. Where is the fun in that? I will admit, however, I am a fan of creativity. And many of my regular callers are creative in their ways to kill me. I have a caller into Gothic fantasies, so it is always a creative vampire fantasy. I get wet thinking about a sexy vampire making me his eternal lover. Vampires are my favorite monsters. They are definitely the sexiest monsters. Who wants fucked by a zombie, LOL? I have another caller who enjoys gruesome and bloody executions. He brings his love for the medieval era to my deaths, so I get the rack or the guillotine. Often, I am begging to die for him. I must prove I am serious and worthy of a violent death. I mutilate myself for his pleasure. I would gut myself for some of you too. And another caller is very creative with his technology. He likes to kill me with orgasms. He injects me with nanonets. They are these tiny robot-like things that are injected into your blood stream and can do things like cause your heart to stop when you cum. I am often imprisoned for a crime and forced to die in a public execution. My callers kill me like I am in a snuff porn with them. That is why I love this job so much. There are a million ways to die.
I had a snuff porn audition this week. I was in front of three men telling them why I was the best woman for their movie. The director asked to see my boobs. He wanted to make sure they had some bounce and jiggle because there would be a lot of focus on my boobs. I unveiled my big tits and bounced to show that they jiggle. I was wet. I wanted this gig. It was a violent movie. The studio is known for the most realistic snuff films in the industry. I have waited a decade for an audition. The three men, the director, the lead executioner, and the producer all wanted to feel the goods. They wanted to hear me scream, so I let off a blood curdling scream that a scream queen would have made. I impressed them again and got the part. I started the next day. I quickly found out why their snuff movies are the most popular. They are not all fake. While I was looking for the little girl’s room, I went the wrong way and saw another film being made. I thought it was like the one I was making, but I saw a guy cut off a woman’s arm and blood splattered everywhere. She started convulsing like a woman in shock. Before she stopped convulsing, they took her other arm too. Then a guy gutted her like a wild animal. While she was shaking and convulsing, blood spewed everywhere. No one had seen me yet. This was real. I was not sure if mine was going to be fake or real, but I did not want to hang around and find out. This girl was dismembered, gutted, and fucked while some masked guy filmed it. I love snuff sex, but the simulated kind. I hustled to the bathroom and went out a window. I think if I had stayed for my filming time, I would not be here today. My dark desires are going to get me killed one day.
