I went to a snuff porn audition the other day. However, the director did not hire me to star in the film. This director and I go way back. Back to my years as an early snuff starlet. He knows me. Understands I am great with new talent. A few months ago, he met this young runaway hooking on the streets. He knew she had star potential just like me. However, he needed to wait a few months to put her in porn. Why? I am sure you can guess. He makes legal snuff. Well, sort of legal.
I have heard stories of actors going too far with their starlet and never heard from again. But when it comes to age, this director likes them legal. At least for his snuff movies. He will fuck anything with a pulse. This girl looked perfect to play the part of the shy girl next door. But my director friend wanted her to look more like me. You know, a bimbo asking for trouble, LOL.
So, I slutted her up for her screen debut. And I told her she needs to be grateful she is no longer on the streets. Most young street hookers go missing from the docks. At least now she stands a chance at survival. I did her makeup and hair. Even gave her some pointers on surviving the brutality of a snuff flick. When I saw who my pal hired as her costar, I worried she might not make it. He broke several bones in my body once. And he only gets more brutal with age.
I did my best. When the camera turned on, I watched this little slut play the part with much more ease than expected. So, for a moment, I had hopes she would survive. But the first time his thick dick went into her ass, she freaked the fuck out. Started fighting, screaming… All the things I told her never to do as an ass rape porn star.
She will not get a second shot. She did not survive. This male snuff costar got too aggressive with her. And he choked her out. So once again, my director made a one and done film with a new snuff starlet. These bitches never listen to me. Just be good fuck meat, collect the pay, pop some pain meds and call it a day.
I love making snuff movies. However, I did not always feel this way. When some man forced me to star in one, I hated them. I mean I never knew if I would live or die. When I got into the seedy underworld of bondage and snuff flicks, I did it for the money. Then I got myself into trouble with a drug dealer and pimp and found myself working off my debt like an illegal immigrant one nasty sex flick after another.
But now I am older and wiser. And freer too. No one owns me. And I have learned from my mistakes. Plus, I learned a lot about making snuff porn. So, I supplement my income helping men I meet on the dark net force fuck some slut. Many guys covet what they cannot have. And guess what? I help them get it.
I tried to get out of the adult industry a few years ago. But the lure of the money pulled me back in. Where else will a high school dropout make this kind of money? The seedy underworld of the dark net allows me to live incredibly well. And beyond my station in life. Sure, I must do somethings I do not like, but we all do shit we hate every day. At least now I can get paid for that shit I do not enjoy.
However, I have grown to love some things that I used to hate. It’s all about perspective. If I am not on the short end of the stick, things can be more enjoyable. When Harvey told me he needed help getting rid of a hooker who tried to blackmail him for getting too rough with her, I did not hesitate to help him.
And of course, dispose of her body. Turns out I knew the cunt. But when I knew her, she was jailbait and my master trafficked her. She somehow escaped and I got punished. She was not even my responsibility back then. So, I wanted a lot of torture sex first. I have scars on my body that my former master gave me after he discovered her missing. She did not use her freedom for anything better, so I did not regret inflicting pain on her.
I burned her with a cigar all over her body, even her clit and puckered asshole. And I snapped her fingers off with pliers. Plus, Harvey drug her behind his Ford truck on an old dirt road. That pretty much skinned her alive. We left her in the wild for the animals to pick apart. Yeah, I am getting much better as the accomplice.
Fantasy phone sex allows us to go the places we cannot go to in reality because of stupid laws. Personally, I think a man should be able to fuck his young daughter if he wants to. And I think he should be able to force fuck women and kill anyone who pisses him off. As a society the government wants to limit our fun. Fuck the law. I can help you navigate in the seedy underbelly of society.
I took Paul on a wild ride with a lookalike daughter last night. And he never came harder. The girl seemed less than willing. However, neither of us care about consent. If we see a cute young thing, we kidnap her. I am a bad ass accomplice. I can play the good cop game. So, I acted a kidnapped girl myself. Told her I knew how to survive Paul. But no way she could survive what we planned for her. She saw our faces.
At first our little scenario appeared to just be daddy exploring his rape phone sex fantasies for his baby girl. But then it turned more sinister. Of course it would, Paul and I do not get off on boring sex. And force fucking some tiny cunt pretending to be our daughter does not add the spice we require. However, killing her does. Once she had a belly full of daddy’s cum and a face covered in mommy’s cunt juice, we killed her. But slowly.
Personally, I see no fun in a slow death. Make it last. Paul possesses a sadistic side. The kind of split personality that scares even a snuff porn queen like me. So, I felt good about being his accomplice not his victim. He dismembered that little whore. Carved her up like an Easter ham. She bled a lot. My guess, she lost a few pints of blood before she died. Did you know a dead whore does not bleed. How wild is that.
I had a great night. Paul did too. But that little girl, well she did not fare as well as us. But little whores do not matter as long as we have our fun, right?
I love my accomplice phone sex role. Sometimes I get to listen like a priest to a man’s true confessions. Some of my callers have real experiences with killing, force fucking, torturing and kidnapping. And that gets my pussy so wet. Even though I fought this role a few years ago, the more I help men with their dark needs, the better I get at doing it. No one helped me when I lived the sub life. So, why should I help some chick who wouldn’t give me a piece of gum if I asked for it?
No more sympathy for little whores. The dark world I run in comes with risks. And it is survival of the fittest. If you are dumb enough to believe a blonde bimbo like me selling you some story about how she can make you a star, you deserve everything that is coming to you. I’ve always had stranger danger. Most snuff porn directors use a woman to wrangle the talent. Not my fault some dumb cunt believes me when I tell her I am a movie scout.
My latest dumb cunt took dumb to a new level. Not only did she get in my car with me, but when I took her to this seedy little cabin in the middle of nowhere, she still appeared upbeat and unsuspecting. Even when she met Chad, my accomplice, she introduced herself all bubbly like Miss Congeniality. But it added to the fun making our snuff flick.
Chad pulled out his cock and slapped her face. Then the light bulb turned on in her head. We just laughed at her for being a stupid teen slut. Teen girls might be the stupidest people on the planet. I filmed Chad skull fucking her. And ass fucking her too. Chad obliterated this tiny teen’s fuck holes. Prolapsed her asshole. Bloodied her cunt. And choked her to death. Perfect victim. Dumb and young and tight. A great teen rape porn star.
Home invasion phone sex makes my cunt wet. The thought of you and me breaking into the home of some sleeping single mother with a couple brats takes me to very dark places in my mind. Think about it. We sneak through an open window. Check out the house and its inhabitants before we forever change their lives?
Chris wanted to break into a specific woman’s home, and I was game. All in. His ex-girlfriend’s home. She has three young daughters. And he never got to fuck one of them. But we devised a plan. A plan that protected his identity and gave him access to those sweet young cunts he has coveted for over a year. I secured him a Michael Myers mask that could not be ripped off and that protected his face. And we decided I would do all the talking so no voice recognition.
If I am your accomplice phone sex partner, I promise to protect you. Last night, we broke into his ex’s house. And it was easy. She had a hideaway key in an obvious place. We went into the mother’s room first. I jolted her awake with a slap to the face and a knife to her neck. We forced her up and made her take us to each girl’s room. Although I wore a mask too, it was obvious that I was a woman.
We started with the youngest girl. I knew my partner in crime wanted her the most. And I could see the appeal easily. Strawberry blonde hair, soft curls, blue eyes, huge thigh gap, peaches and cream complexion, cock sucking lips and a cute bubble butt. Future teen rape porn star. But Chris got to her before you. Force fucked her in front of her two big sisters and her mother. Everyone cried and screamed. But that only made Chris fuck that little cunt harder.
Boy, did I get turned on. I got the next girl ready for him, until he had fucked every girl until her virgin cunt looked bloody and raw. We took mommy’s ID and told her not to call the cops. I am sure she did, but we left no DNA. I douched those little bald slits to ruin any DNA he may have left behind. Told you, I think of everything.
Accomplice phone sex calls are among my favorite type of calls. And the reason is simple. Because if I am your accomplice, I am not your victim. Accomplices have more fun. And although it is true that when I bought my freedom from my master one young girl at a time, I felt guilty, that has all dissipated. Well mostly dissipated. I still bond with a girl from time to time.
A couple nights ago, my former master offered me more than he ever has before to procure him a sweet young girl. But the reason he wanted to pay me so much was because I knew the girl. We used to be slaves together. However, she escaped. With my help, of course. But my former master does not know that. And he would kill me if he found out. I am the only one to ever escape a snuff sex death with him. I made myself useful to him. And I created a need for me to still be breathing.
When I helped Ashley escape, she was a young teen girl. And I told her to disappear. But she ignored me, I guess. Now, I found myself in a conundrum. So, I had to kill her and make it look random, because if he knew I killed her, he would kill me. And if I brought her to him like he wanted, she would tell him I helped her escape 6 years ago, and he would kill me.
Although he could still kill me, I went with the best option for me. I ran her over with my car and made it look like a hit and run. I may have used a car I stole and made myself look like a man in case any there were any hidden cameras or witnesses. Of course, always the chance that he had one of his goons follow me, but I never caught wind of a tail. Over the years, I have learned many skills that will help me survive in this dark, seedy world I live in.
I reported to him last night that I have had no luck yet finding her. Since I only get paid when I bring a target to him, I know I would be out that money. But when it comes to money or my life, I pick my life. So, far he believes me, but not sure how long that will last once he finds out she died before he could turn her into a snuff porn queen.
Suffocation phone sex only gets hotter with an accomplice. Although I am a fan of auto asphyxiation, watching a woman or a guy take their last breath with a plastic bag over their head makes my pussy purr. This new man in my life enjoys breath play. But he wanted to play with an unwilling playmate. And we all know when it comes to kinky games, I am more than willing.
So, we went hunting together. And we found this cute teenage hooker downtown by the river. I know where to troll for hookers. We offered her more money than she will ever see in a month. But we did not fret about the money because the poor thing would never live to spend it. She appeared higher than a kite, which would make snuff sex easier. Poor thing. Although she looked cute, you could tell life has been hard on her.
But not my concern. I wanted to keep my man happy. And if he wanted to kill a bitch so he would watch her take her last breath, I knew I needed to stand by my man. We took her to his place because he has a house in the country, and I live in a condo with thin walls and nosey neighbors. I gave her a drink with a sedative mixed inside it to relax her. She seemed nervous.
I had her suck my lover’s cock. Since she would suffocate soon, I thought she should blow him and fuck him first. I watched and masturbated, soaking my panties. As she got woozy from the drugs, I grabbed the plastic bag. I knew he wanted to fuck her with the plastic bag over her head. So, I got the honor of suffocating her. He wanted to watch the life drain from her body. And feel her cunt twitch on his cock as she died. She struggled. Put up one hell of a fight for a junkie whore, but when she took her last breath, my man finally got to engage in necrophilia phone sex.
I am an official member of the bad babysitter phone sex club. I’m sorry, not sorry. If you hire a bimbo stripper to be the sitter for your precious son or daughter, well it is on you if something happens to them. Not me. I only take babysitting gigs when I have a P man in my life who wants to fuck something young.
And this week Pete won the lottery. We met at the strip club. Even though I pretended to be his baby girl in the VIP room, I am in my 30s. So, not sure how convincingly I can pretend to be a schoolgirl. However, he seemed impressed because he tipped me over a grand in the VIP room.
We have been fucking ever since. But the rent is due, and I needed money. So, I got on the babysitting board, and found a family in need of a sitter for their cute young schoolgirl. I took the gig. Now, I know what you are thinking. How could babysitting money pay my rent. Babysitting will never pay my rent. But charging my new lover a couple grand to fuck a real schoolgirl does pay the rent. His rape phone sex fantasies could come true for my rent.
When I told him my genius idea, he told me he was in. So, I mixed up my magic concoction that erases young minds. And I went to sit for cute little Kayla. About 30 minutes after she drank my elixir, she started getting sleepy. And that’s when Pete joined the fun. He groped her tiny young body. As his right hand explored her body, his left hand pulled out his hard cock.
Initially, he just dick slapped her. She’d fall, giggle, and get right back to repeat it again. Eventually, he worked his fat cock in her mouth. She looked like a chipmunk stuffed full of cock. But when he started fucking her tiny holes, I got worked up. It felt appropriate to make an ass rape porn movie. He loves fucking schoolgirl assholes. His cock is huge too. I knew he would destroy her butthole. And he did. Left it looking like raw hamburger meat.
After his fun, he left and I cleaned her up. I pushed her asshole back inside. She won’t know why her ass hurts when she wakes up. And by the time her folks realize something is wrong, I will be long gone, and my fake profile gone too.
He wanted to make a teen rape porn. However, he had no teen to fuck. That’s where I come in. I help men like Mike find the right teen whore to fuck. My old master referred Mike to me. So, I knew I had to do this for him and make it great. If I disappoint my former master in any way, I end up dead. I went hunting for a girl that fit what he wanted. A blonde tiny teen, preferably a virgin.
And I found his perfect victim rather quickly too. I found her at the mall by herself. She appeared to lack social skills. My guess is that she does not have a strong pack of friends. She would be perfect for Mike’s rape phone sex fantasies. No one would miss her for a while. And perhaps her disappearance might even get blamed on the mean girls she seemed desperate to be a part of.
I brought her to Mike with no problems. She came willingly with me because I told her I could teach her to be popular. Fucking boys paves the road to popularity for young girls. Mike helped make her popular with his 10-inch cock. Damn it looked good forcing its way into her tight teen holes. She screamed and cried, but all I did was film it. Mike wanted a private home movie.
No better private home movie than this. A jailbait star and your cock equals great spank bank material. Mike ravaged all her holes too. When he shoved his dick in her ass, she let out a guttural scream. I bet even a seasoned ass rape porn star would scream with Mike’s big cock inside them.
He destroyed her tiny teen holes too. Prolapsed her ass. Turned her pussy into bloody raw hamburger meat too. And I caught it all on film for him. My former master will be happy that I took care of his friend. Now, how can I take care of you?
Your killer phone sex fantasies remain safe with me. As your dirty accomplice, I keep all your secrets. Lord knows, I have a few of my own. So, I would consider myself a hypocrite if I judged you because you want to snuff out your wife or your mistress. My accomplice duties include all sorts of things. And they are not limited to helping you fuck a jailbait whore either.
When Jesse approached me, he seemed hesitant to tell me what he needed. It was like pulling teeth to get him to admit he wanted his wife killed for the insurance money. Now, I have learned a few things in the past few years playing with a deadly crowd. The husband will always be the prime suspect especially if he profits significantly from the death of his wife.
But this is why I am a good accomplice. My connections to the seedy underbelly of this world give me insight. As much as he wanted to kill his cunt of a wife, I could not let him do that. I had to be the one to do it, so he could have an airtight alibi. How this sort of murder for hire goes wrong is that the person hiring the contract killer gets some local lowlife who does it for cheap and is too stupid to cover his tracts.
You make me your accomplice. I have no criminal record, so my prints and DNA do not appear in any system. I have no ties to the victim or the police’s number one suspect. Plus, I never leave evidence behind. I killed his wife. And I made it look like a home invasion phone sex plot gone awry. I strangled her with a rope. An old rope I found in a junkyard, not purchased. All my accessories were found items.
I even put a rubber on a dildo and fucked her rough to make it look like an assault occurred too. Timing is everything when planning a murder. My client’s neighborhood lives in fear because of a string of home robberies. I studied the previous crimes to make it similar. Sure no one had been murdered yet, but then no one had been home or awake at the time of the previous home invasions.
I enjoyed killing this prissy stuck-up bitch. And I made it hurt. She knew her husband hired me, but I played dumb. She put up a fight, but never got my DNA on her. Her husband was 600 miles away golfing with his buddies. No way he did the crime. Another happy client. So, who can I kill for you? I am the perfect accomplice phone sex partner.
