As a submissive bitch, I don’t get many calls for accomplice phone sex, but a subby whore like me makes the perfect submissive. I cannot tell you no. I will not tell you no. My livelihood comes from you. I live to please you. More than anything in the world, I want to be a good girl. I never want to disappoint my master, my owner. When daddy told me to get him a new bitch, a younger one, I couldn’t say no; not if I wanted to live. I knew daddy’s type. It would be me 20 years ago: blonde, lean body, no tits yet and a bald pussy. The mall is full of the younger versions of me; hot teen sluts who think they rule the world. They need a daddy like mine to teach them their shit sticks like the rest of us. Daddy broke me young. I have stayed broken. Now it was this little whore’s turn to be introduced to the word of teen rape porn. She was a cheerleader, most likely the most popular girl in school. Daddy likes a challenge. I told her to just give in because the pain would be less if she did. Daddy will beat a bitch to break her. I know. She fought. I got to help break her by fisting her cunt. I have big hands too. She screamed bloody murder. I was shoving my fist deep in her twat. Daddy stopped me because he didn’t want me to ruin her pussy before he could shove his cock deep into her fuck holes. I was a little jelly because Daddy enjoyed her tight holes. Thank’s to daddy and his friends I no longer have a tight anything. If I can please daddy, I know I can please you too.
He said it was going to be torture sex. He wouldn’t tell me his name. He said that didn’t matter. All that mattered was that I paid for being a bitch and a man stealer. He knew every sordid detail of my salacious life. I offered him money, but he was already paid handsomely. He tied me to a chair with leather restraints. I was stripped naked. He commented about my big whore titties. I started to scream, but before I could scream too long, he put my panties in my mouth to muffle me. With a sinister grin on his face, he started talking about how his clients wanted payback. There was no apologizing. He wouldn’t listen to my pleas. Pain was on his mind. He started with several whacks to my big fake tits with a cane. That cane hit my ass a few dozen times too. He affixed weights to my nipples and my clit. I felt like I suddenly had cow udders. Needles pierced my skin. I could feel drops of blood oozing out of my nipples. Drip drip drip. Blood cascading over my tits and pooling in my belly button. More whacks with floggers, paddles and canes all over my body. My skin was turning purple. I was starting to bruise. I was trying to itemize my sins in my head. It was too late to right the wrongs. This was my end. My skin was blistering, bleeding and changing colors from the abuse and torture. His goal was to ruin my big boobs, scar my body, ruin its perfection so I could not steal a man if I wanted to. I thought when he laughed at my ruined body he was done, but this was not just torture, this was snuff sex too. His hands clenched tightly around my throat as he squeezed the life out of me, making sure I knew I was dying for being a whore.
He asked me if I wanted to make snuff movies with him. He asked, but I knew I could not say no. He is not the kind of man you refuse if you want to live. He is a violent man. He has a cool demeanor about him. On the surface, he appears normal, but don’t do as expected or as told, your body will never be found. Even if you do what is expected and do as you are told, there is no guarantee you will survive. He is a dangerous man with particular fetishes. I didn’t want to be with him. His reputation is frightening. No girl ends up with him because they want to be with him. He is not a choice. Girls are sold or traded to him because even men are afraid of him. He has the power and money to make anyone disappear. I was with him because he likes tall busty blondes. I was with him because my boyfriend gambled me away in a blackjack game that he never had a chance of winning in the first place. Now, I am in a basement having snuff sex with a man who makes my skin crawl. My fuck holes are being ravaged until they are destroyed. Any day now, he will grow tired of hurting me; he will become bored with my used up body. I will end up disappearing like all the other blonde buxom women before me. Not sure how I will die, but I am sure it will be violent. His dungeon is filled with the sort of devices that would give Stephen King nightmares. Whenever I die, it will be brutal and bloody. No one will ever find my body, because nobody will be left to be identified. My guess is he will eat my remains and shit me out for breakfast.
I have a secret. I have bloody phone sex fantasies. Maybe I watch too many horror movies. Or, perhaps I know I am a worthless whore. I love to die a gruesome death. In my real life, I am a pain slut and subby bitch. I like BDSM games and rough anal. I even like breath play and mummification. When it comes to fantasy, I go even darker than my real life, because it is a virtual death. When I am fantasizing about my demise, it is gory and violent. I want to go out with a bang! I have many snuff sex callers. It appears that many guys want to kill me and kill me brutally. Men need whores like me. I can be any bitch a guy hates. Or, I can be just me. Have you ever seen the Hostel movies? That is my biggest fantasy. I get wet thinking of being sold for someone’s darkest desires. I did a fantasy call last night that had my pussy dripping wet. I was kidnapped at a Rave and I woke up in a factory warehouse on an auction block. I was sold to the highest bidder and then put in a cell to await my fate. My fate was brutal and graphic. I was tortured for hours; slowly dismembered until I was a torso. Then I bled out as I got skull fucked. My caller was very detailed in the different objects he used to take off a limb. He even described the blood trajectory. I got super horny dying such a violent death. I scared my neighbors screaming so loudly. They thought I was really in danger and called 911. I had to explain to the cops that I was just a fantasy phone sex operator and no real harm had come to me. I promised next time, I wouldn’t scream so loudly, but I am sure I will break that promise soon.
I was meant for snuff porn. That is what he said. I was powerless. He had me bound and gagged. I was on my knees shaking. I knew my death was near. When I was grabbed, I immediately thought sex slave trade. He made it clear that I was too old and used up to get money for sex. He explained that he had a client who desired a woman like me for something far more nefarious. When his client made his presence known, he was wearing an executioner’s outfit. Full leather mask obscured his face. He was holding some ancient axe. Snuff sex was eminent. He wanted me to beg. It was some sick game to him. I have been in many bad situations. Perhaps this was just a sick fantasy designed to scare me. I offered up my body. I thought I could at least make his rape fantasies come true. He didn’t want my body. Well, he didn’t want it for sex. He wanted to dismember me, watch me cry and watch me die. He chopped off my arms first. Blood squirted everywhere. I felt faint. The pain was extreme no matter how hard I tried to use mind control to subdue it. Next came my legs. I was a bloody stump, barely breathing when he skull fucked my dying body. The last thing I remembered was swallowing his cum before I took my last breath.
Gangbang rape porn is something I enjoy. I am a super freak. I love rough anal. I love being double stuffed. I have been doing fetish modeling since I was 18. I was a teen runaway. I never finished high school, so job opportunities are slim for women like me. Why would I slave at a fast food joint to make money that I can’t live on when I can work in the adult industry and make bank? There are no rocket scientists in porn. Just a bunch of stupid bimbos smart enough to know that making money off their bodies is better than wearing a polyester uniform and asking folks if they would like to supersize their value meal. I am known on the fetish circuit as the woman that takes the modeling gigs no one else wants. I told you I was a super freak. Sometimes, I end up in the ER or barely escaping a deadly situation, but I think I get off on the risk, as well as the pain. When I heard that a snuff porn director was looking for an actress, I answered the casting call. This director was notorious for his graphic and realistic films. The story was simple. A dumb hitchhiker takes a ride from some rednecks and ends up in an abandoned cabin in the woods. It read like a Last House on the Left meets The Texas Chainsaw Massacre. It made my cunt wet. I showed up for the first day of filming. I was brutally sodomized, making it hard to fight off the crazed man with the chainsaw on the loose. When the masked man got close to me, I realized the chainsaw was no prop. This was real. What the fuck had I signed on for? My ass was bleeding and prolapsed and now I had to flee. I found a loose brick on a step as I was running out the door screaming. I threw it at the chainsaw. Dumb luck it made the guy chasing me slip and fall onto his chainsaw. I was covered in blood and guts. This was real. I ran naked through the woods for hours until I found someone who rescued me. No one believed my tale. They thought I was having some acid trip. But I know snuff movies are real. I escaped one.
I was born for taboo phone sex. I didn’t have a traditional upbringing. I was a whore for daddy and his friends when I was a school girl. I have never had a normal relationship. I am not exactly girlfriend material. Guys fuck me. Guys always hit on me. They never want to take me out, however. They just want to treat me like a dirty whore; use me and leave. I understand that is all I deserve. I have had lots of slave training in my life. I know my place. I am a well trained puppy. When he told me, he was in the mood for torture sex, I got scared. He had been drinking. I knew he was pissed off from work too. This was not a good combo for me, but I can’t resist or protest. I have learned that hard lesson before. He tied my clit up with a rope. It was swelling quickly and turning purple. While I waited for my clit to fall off, which is what felt like was happening, he skull fucked me. He likes fish hooking my mouth. He slapped my titties as he fucked my mouth. My clit was numb. I thought perhaps that was a good thing, but when he burned it with his cigar, I felt it. I cringed from the pain. He punched me in the face. I felt my mouth bleeding. He was in an extra sadistic mood. Nothing I could say would make it any easier on me, so I just shut the fuck up until he got too drunk to do much damage to me. When he passed out, I snuck out of his house. I know the next time I see him, I will be in for a world of pain. When I got home, I stitched my busted lip and iced my swollen clit. It’s a tough life being a submissive whore.
I have kidnapping phone sex fantasies. Do you? I told a special friend my deep dark fantasy. He thought it was hot too. My fantasy has always been to be kidnapped by a stranger. I get drugged at a bar. When I wake up in some musky old fishing cabin, I am hanging from a rafter, gagged with weight restraints pulling my nipples down. My friend didn’t want to kidnap me. He wanted me to be his accomplice, so I could live my fantasy through a teen whore. I love when my sick fantasies inspire my male friends. We grabbed a hot teen slut at the mall. One of those mall rats in a short skirt and tight top cock teasing old perverts like my friend. When she wasn’t looking I put something into her fancy Starbucks drink. We took her to my friend’s fishing cabin by the lake about 30 miles outside of the city. She woke up screaming. Her perky little teen tits were starting to sag from the weights. I liked seeing her young tight body get abused. My friend gets such a hard on for a young piece of ass. He likes them not willing if you know what I mean. Do you have rape phone sex fantasies? My friend doesn’t have just fantasies! I watched him torture the teen whore for hours with little cuts to her porcelain flesh. He carved her up good. She will never be Homecoming Queen looking like that. It didn’t matter anyway, because she would never see a mall or high school again. My friend fucked her like a wild animal. I thought he might fuck her to death. He was pounding her head against the cement floor with every thrust. I could see her brain matter on the floor, but the young whore had a pulse still. I sat on her face and smothered her to death. My friend’s dick was still pulsating inside her when she took her last breath. I just love accomplice phone sex.
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.
