I have a naughty babysitter story for you. I have this sadistic biker boyfriend. He likes pussy much younger than mine. He likes to beat on me. I don’t like being hit. I don’t mind a good ass pounding or rough sex, but I always plead with men not to mark up my face. I have discovered that if I bring him jailbait pussy, he treats me better. I have a purpose with him. A grown man can’t pick up young girls easily. Girls are raised to be alert to stranger danger, especially if the stranger is male. I came up with a great plan to get him all the young pussy he wanted. He got me a fake ID and I joined this babysitting site that matches babysitters with families in their area. I make a mean Benadryl cocktail. It is mixed with adult Benadryl, Jack Daniels and Xanax. I throw in some Kool-Aid and it’s the perfect knock out punch. I have been only selecting homes with young girls to sit for, so he can get the tight young pussy he loves. Last night the girl I was watching was the youngest yet. My knock out punch was too strong for her tiny body. What was supposed to be just a young rape fantasy come true turned into a necrophilia phone sex story. He is such a sick fuck, he loved her dead cunt. It was warm still. But, now we had an issue of what to do with a lifeless body filled with his cum. He didn’t want to wear a condom which left his DNA all over the dead little one. He beat the fuck out of me; forced his cock in my ass and cunt then made the house look like a home burglary. He hit me over the head so hard it knocked me out. I woke up tied to a chair with the girl’s parents screaming. My sick boyfriend made it look like a kidnaping, robbery and sexual assault. He thinks of everything. Good thing I am a fantasy phone sex operator. I convinced the parents and the police that a group of men in masks broke into the house. There is a citywide search for a kidnaped girl. They will never find her
Do you have rape phone sex fantasies? I am the force fuck queen. Men love to get rough with me on and off the phone. I had a Tinder date last night. He didn’t know my history as a submissive whore to daddy and his friends. I thought I could have some hot sex, smoke some weed and get rid of him. Justin had other plans. He didn’t want rough sex. He wanted to hurt me. He wanted to sodomize me. He even wanted to break my arm. I didn’t know guys like him were on Tinder. When I realized he was a masochistic asshole, I told him to leave. He charged me in my own home. I was pinned to the wall with his hand around my throat. I kneed him in the balls to get free. That was not the smartest thing I have ever done before. It was a knee jerk reaction. Sometimes I am prepared to be abused, but this was not one of them. I ran for my phone once I broke free. I was going to call 911. I didn’t know this guy. That is what Tinder is. It is random hookups. He presented himself as a horny man into blondes and anal sex. Before I got my phone, he grabbed my arm. He twisted it behind my back, sending me to my knees. Suddenly, I was in intense pain. He said it was a spiral fracture and that if I continued to fight, I would have a lot more pain. For the next several hours I was his ass rape porn star. He forced his cock in my ass with no lube until I was bleeding and crying. He shot bloody jizz in my face, spit on me and reminded me he knew where I lived if I was thinking of calling the police. I went to the ER and said I fell down the stairs going to do the laundry.
Ass rape porn star wanted was all the ad said. I can take a good hardcore ass fucking, especially for money. The rent was due, and I was irresponsible with my money like always. I spent it on clothes and weed. My landlord is on too me. I can no longer fuck or suck my way out of an eviction. I answered the ad. The pay was more than I needed. I figured I would get sodomized for hours, earn the rent money and have extra for some premium weed. I thought it was an easy solution to my money situation. I was hired for anal torture sex. The money wasn’t worth it. First, I was fucked with a cattle prod. Electric shocks were sent up my ass at such a high velocity that I was convulsing. Bloody shit was coming out my ass. The person torturing my ass was a woman. She said I was her bought bitch for a few hours and I couldn’t do anything about it because I was a stupid bimbo in need of money. She was right. After the cattle prod came a baseball bat. A thick long Louisville slugger up my ass while she giggled. She was recording my ass torture. She said she had a loyal fan base that paid good money to jack off to bimbos getting anally tortured. This was going to be the hardest I ever worked for a thousand dollars. I am a pain slut, but this was more pain than I was built for, even high. I begged for drugs, but she informed me that her audience liked the look and sound of real pain. There would be no subduing the pain. The worst pain, she saved for last. I got a glass tube up my ass. This thing pierced through my ass like a sword. I swear it felt like it was gagging me from the inside. I left the site on all fours. Felt more life snuff porn than ass porn. She killed my asshole, but I won’t be homeless this month.
A dirty whore like me craves snuff sex. My daddy raised me as his little bitch. I ran away from home as a young teen girl. I didn’t realize then how grateful I was to my daddy for being such a mean son of a bitch. Being a young runaway is a rough life. I had no skills. I had no money. That made me fall prey to men who made daddy look like a choir boy. I should have realized then that daddy only wanted the best for me. I was a dumb whore who needed a dominant man to control me; make the decisions I was too stupid to make for myself. I understand that now. Every day, I look for a man like daddy. I have daddy issues, clearly, but that is good for you. I am looking for that right mixture of sadism and affection. A man who cares enough to administer a stern punishment, even torture sex. Every night I get high and drunk, trolling seedy clubs and the streets looking for a daddy master like the one I fled so many years ago. Sometimes I find great mean masters, other times I get paid to be abused for a little while and sometimes I come home empty handed and need to beg men like you to hurt me. Last night, I didn’t find a master, but I didn’t come home with nothing either. I met some street boys tweaking on meth. I don’t usually do meth, but I wanted some kicks too. I got high as fuck. I was baiting them to abuse my whore holes. I taunted their masculinity. They used me as a punching bag and sodomized my ass. There was a girl with them. She was the cruelest. She fucked my ass with her dirty shoe heel as she spit on me. I will never see them again, but it was hot abuse, albeit short lived.
Snuff sex is better than church. The only place I worship on Sundays is the House of Pain. My master is my God. He was in a foul mood this morning. He loves inflicting pain on his subby blonde bimbo, but today was more pain than normal. He had at least 100 clothes pins. He pinched them all over my skin. Every time I grimaced, he smiled. He clustered them around my pussy. I looked like a freak show. He put them on my big fake tits too. I was chained to a metal rod above me with a heavy weight belt around my waist designed to keep me on my knees while he skull fucked me. He would pull on the clothespins while thrusting his cock in and out of my mouth for some torture sex fun. He was making me say blasphemous things and hail him as my God. He pissed down my throat and anointed me in his cum. After he was done cumming, he invited some of his disciples over to use his prized pet. They fucked my mouth and my ass. My pussy was off limits because he is trying to breed me. I have gotten too old for him. He wants me to have a baby girl, so he can abuse the fuck out her tiny tight holes. He is my God, I do whatever he tells me. I will even abort any boy brats I have, because he only wants me to have girls. I hope I get pregnant soon, because if I don’t, I know he will kill me.
It started off as bondage phone sex. I met him on Tinder and we just had phone sex for weeks. He said he was married. I have phone sex for a living, so having phone sex with him was not a problem. Last night his wife decided to go on an overnight with her sister, so he invited me over. I knew it was risky. His wife could come home anytime unexpectedly. Or, he could be the modern day Ted Bundy. I like risk, however. It is what makes me a great kinky fetish slut. He had a room for bondage. His bed was even designed for a slave complete with sleeping quarters in a cage underneath. This man was a serious lifestyle master. My cunt got wet thinking of how risky this was for me. Until now, we had never met. Anything he told me, was likely a lie because I saw no family pictures anywhere when I entered his place. Plus, if his wife was a lifestyle sub, why did he need her to be gone to bring me over. Despite the glaring red flags, I walked into the trap willingly. Once I was tied to his kinky bed, it was obvious snuff porn was on his mind with me as the star. He whipped my back so hard, I bled. He carved whore across my boobs with a pocket knife. He burned my body with a fat stogie. He pissed into my burn wounds and the cuts on my flesh. He sodomized my ass for hours. First with his cock, then with his fist. My ass prolapsed. I knew I should scream for help or beg for mercy but I couldn’t. I didn’t want to. Honestly, I was enjoying the pain and torture. What the fuck is wrong with me? Nothing. I am just a submissive taboo phone sex slut who loves to be abused.
Rape phone sex fantasies get me wet. I think they get many women wet, just most women are not kinky sluts like me, so they won’t admit that they have dark fantasies like this. I am seeing this guy. He is dominant of course. He asked me about my deep dark fantasies. I told him I had rape fantasies. He told me you couldn’t take the willing. I never thought about it like that. We got to drinking Friday night and having some hot S&M games. He had me wear a face mask, so I couldn’t see anything. Suddenly, the alarm to his house went off. We heard glass shattered first. His dog was barking and with the alarm, we knew there was an intruder. I couldn’t see what was going on as the mask was locked to my face. I heard my man arguing with a guy, pleading for our lives, then a gunshot and a thud. I was screaming for my boyfriend, but another man answered instead. I was punched in the face right before I felt my legs being pulled apart. I couldn’t see what was going on, but I could feel I was being force fucked. I could taste blood, my blood as it trickled from my nose to my mouth. I screamed, but I was punched again. After what seemed like hours of being assaulted, my mask was ripped off. There was my boyfriend and a friend laughing at me. “Still have rape fantasies,” he inquired? They laughed at scaring me half to death, assaulting my pussy and punching my face so hard that I bled. I had been punked. Cruel joke but it made my pussy wetter than ever. What is wrong with me? I begged him to punk me again soon. I am such a sick bitch.
Snuff porn stars tell me its all fake all the time. But, I watched as my master make a real one. He made it with a girl I brought him. She was a tender age school girl. I brought her home from the mall for him to play with, but she thought I was a friend of her mom’s. Stupid cunt should have known better. You never get into a car with a stranger, not even a woman. Master fucked her up good. I mean his cock alone split that tiny whore in two. Her virgin pussy was all bloody. Her ass prolapsed. There was no way I could return her to her parents. She was damaged goods. Very damaged goods. Her tiny girl’s parts were mangled and bloody. She could not even walk. She kept passing out. I had an idea that made me Master’s favorite slut. Snuff movies bring in the bucks. I told him he should kill her on film. Dissect her like a frog in biology class, but first force fuck her tiny holes on camera. That kind of sick shit, men love to see. They pay top dollar when the victim is a tiny young thing. Master thought my idea was genius. He enjoyed her tiny fuck holes some more before he gutted her like a deer he snagged on a hunting trip. I opened a can of worms. He told me if I didn’t keep supplying him with a tender morsel, he would snuff out me too. I went into fight or flight mode. I am a survivor. If my life depends on leading a little lamb to slaughter, then I will bring him a heard of lambs. Parents better keep their daughters close to home. Now there are two with murderous thoughts for young school age girls on the prowl. Do you like tender age girls? Maybe, I can help you snag one as your playmate too. I promise you, I’m a good accomplice.
Snuff porn is what he said we were making. He said it was fake. He paid me upfront. I needed the money. I didn’t research him or check him out. I only thought about the money. Everything was fine at first. The scenario was that I was a bad employee being fired. I was getting punished for fucking the UPS man and other employees at work. I was also caught masturbating at my desk. This film was supposed to be a slave training and punishment video. I was only supposed to be spanked and force fucked. Then when he said he was terminating me. I knew he was serious. He was looking at the camera saying terminate in such a manner that I knew this was no film. I was positive terminate didn’t mean fire. This was real. This was snuff sex. I was bent over the desk naked with his cock up my ass with his hands tightly wrapped around my throat. As he fucked me he screamed, “Your terminated.” He said it repeatedly. His grip kept getting tighter. I was going to die for real. He wanted me terminated as in dead. The world won’t miss a dumb bimbo, will they?
Even though I am a submissive, I can still do accomplice phone sex. When Master tells me to help with the slave training of a young whore, I do it. If I ignore him, my punishment is always severe. He uses me to trap the girls too. Girls are never afraid of other girls. That is why a submissive whore like me makes a great wingman for a sadistic man like you. He told me what he wanted: super young, blonde and no tits or pussy hair yet. I knew where to find such a girl. The mall. Those young cock teases live at the mall. They window shop with their friends and get dirty old men to buy them Starbucks drinks and food at the food court. I asked a girl to help me look for my lost daughter who was about her age. When we were outside the mall, I pushed her in the van. Master would be very happy with me. I don’t like abusing young girls, but it is better them than me. If I beat a little bitch good, break her into submission, master leaves me alone. I’m in survival mode. Do you have rape phone sex fantasies? Master loves force fucking virgin holes. He wants to see blood. He wants to ruin little bald pussies and pink puckered asses. He makes me fist their holes first, so they can better accommodate his 9 inch shaft. They scream, plead, beg and cry, but that just makes Master harder. Once he has ruined their holes, I must dispose of the bodies. I have become quite skillful at disposing of dead girls where no one will find them or at least, be able to recognize them. I promise I will bring you the most tender piece of flesh you can imagine.
