I Prefer to Be Your Accomplice Phone Sex Partner

accomplice phone sexI love accomplice phone sex. My motto will always be that it feels better to be the accomplice than the victim. At least when I’m the accomplice, I make money and I leave unscathed. But I can’t say that about our victim. Charlie and I go back over a decade. This man used to do unspeakable things to me. As my sadistic master’s right-hand man, sometimes I served as the carrot master tangled in front of him to get him to do something he didn’t want to do.

Most women would avoid a man who abused them for years. And trust me, I thought about it. I thought about telling him to take his money and shove it up his ass. But the only reason I’m still walking and talking is because I’m scrappy. My street smarts keep me alive. So, I know not to piss off certain people like Charlie.

Him, and my former master parted ways. So, I decided to give Charlie a chance to see how he would behave without my master there. And it turned out he seemed just as afraid of my master as me. And he apologized for all the things he did to me back then.

When he offered me 10 grand to kidnap a schoolgirl for him, I took a chance on him. And I took the money. I knew there would be more to this than simple kidnapping phone sex.  Charlie proved he needed me. I’m the reason he can get access to a young schoolgirl to fuck.

I Prefer to Be the Accomplice Over the Victim

His time with my former master, gave him a love for those young brat pussies. But since he lacks a pussy and tits, young girls instinctively don’t trust him. He needs a woman to gain access to young girls.

Last night I kidnapped my 10th girl for him. And he’s paid me close to $1 million over the past two years. That makes him my most profitable client. So, I do whatever I need to do to keep Charlie happy. This time, I brought him something even younger. And I could tell he liked my choice of victims because the moment he laid eyes on her he popped wood in his jeans.

This girl thought she might get a modeling contract but instead she got a lot of dick and eventually death. Stupid girl. Not my fault she trusted a strange woman. I put that on her parents for not telling her that women can be evil bitches too. Charlie fucked this little girl into oblivion. Shredded her pussy with his tree trunk cock. It made her bleed bright crimson red blood as he popped her cherry.

And The Only Reason I Am Still Breathing is Because I am Scrappy

This little girl starred in a teen rape porn and didn’t even realize it. She saw our faces, so she needed to die. But not before I filmed Charlie fucking her into oblivion. Charlie enjoys those tight little holes. The kind of holes women my age no longer possess. But when you are a grown man with a big dick and you fuck a tiny young girl, that cock will do some damage. No way could we let her live. Charlie choked her out and I buried the body in the woods.

Another girl bites the dust. Some girls can survive the brutal attacks conducted by me and my clients. So, in a way I’m just thinning the herd. Only strong girls survive. I survived. And now I’m helping men like my father and like my former master fuck up some young pussies and asses. Maybe you want to be my client next. Who should we hunt for?

Bondage Phone Sex Fantasies, I Can’t Say No To You!

Bondage Phone Sex

Bondage Phone Sex fantasies where you tie me up and make me beg.

The thick rope tying my wrists behind my back pulls my shoulders back.

My plump chest is out, and my breasts are ready to be bound as well.

I want to feel completely helpless when I’m with you.

You twist the rope around each breast and pull hard, making them just mounds for you to play with.

Next, you shackle my ankles far apart, exposing my cute little pussy to the world.

And no way to close my legs or say no….

And last but certainly not least, the contraption that keeps my mouth wide open for any and all dick that comes my way.

No matter how much I choke and gag, I won’t be able to stop you at all!

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Gangbang Rape Porn Star Blair Gets Recognized Anywhere

gangbang rape pornGangbang rape porn stars get recognized often. Men who like those dark underground snuff, kind of movies often recognize me. They’ve seen one of my underground films that I did so I could earn some coke money. So often when I’m minding my own business, some guy starts some trouble with me. Men don’t realize I only make those sorts of movies when truly desperate for cocaine money. But I don’t enjoy when men recognize me. At least not when they recognize me from those kinds of films.

And over the weekend, I decided to go to this local dive bar. Now I did not go there to score cocaine. For once I received enough cocaine last year a week. Guys bought me some drinks and we played some pool. Just sometimes I like the attention of other men. Although I do love my husband and our marriage appears solid, I like to flirt. Perhaps no woman exists who does not like the attention of younger men.

No Matter Where I Go, Some One Recognizes Me From Violent Films

A bunch of college men walked into this dive bar about an hour before last call. And I could tell by the way they looked at me that they recognized me. They appeared too old to know even my oldest teenage son. So, I knew they recognized me from my snuff porn days. They swarmed me by the pool table and started talking about what a good little cocksucker I appear to be. And then they whipped out their dicks and tried to skull fuck me at once.

I can handle a decent amount of dick, but six hard cocks in my mouth at once realigned my jaw. And they took in the back of the bar, and nobody did a damn thing to help me. Perhaps I didn’t want help. But I tried to fight them, nonetheless.

One of them pinned me to the pool table while his buddies ripped the clothes off my body. One of them thought it would be funny to stick a pool stick up my ass. And he rammed it in so deep it felt like it could come out of my mouth. He pulled it back out of my ass and shoved it in my mouth making me spit shine it.

Fighting Off My Attackers Never Works, So I Lay There and Take It Like a Good Whore

These boys could not have been any older than 22. And so full of rage and anger for a soccer mom. They took turns fucking my pussy and my ass on that pool table. Ouch. I could feel their cocks penetrating me. So, I just laid on that pool table like a rag doll. I’ve learned over the years to disengage until it’s over. Fighting never helps. And in the past the more I begged for mercy the rougher the men got with me.

So, I let those boys explore their rape phone sex fantasies for me on a pool table in the back of a dive bar. At one point, they invited the other men in the bar to come fuck me too. It seemed like it went on forever and perhaps it did. But eventually it ended, and I collected my torn clothes and my battered body and got my ass back home. However, I know one of these days I might not be so lucky. I might not ever be able to go home after a vicious attack because I know I’m running out of my nine lives.

Teen Rape Porn And The Fosters

Teen rape pornTeen rape porn triggers your rape fantasies, my poor body always pays the price of your sick fantasies, all the men I cross paths with seem to get off forcing me to take their cocks in my tight holes. 

My new foster family uses my body for their pleasure every chance they get, if it’s not Daddy dearest shoving his old wrinkly cock in my mouth, it’s his weird ass son coming in my room to jack his cock and cover me with cum. 

The mom is just as bad she comes to my room with large dildos and butt plugs, making me use them on myself as she watches, while fingering her hairy cunt, telling me how to fuck my pussy. 

In a way I kind of enjoy times with my foster mom, it’s as close to being in control as I am going to get. I would love to play in her pussy but it’s entirely too hairy. 

Been thinking about running away or seducing the neighbor for help, but it would be my luck he is a twisted fuck and probably will do horrible things to my body. 

Torture Sex Leads To My Ultimate, Devastating Bliss

First off, I crave the edge where pain twists into ecstasy. Ultimately, Torture sex is the greatest. With my body begging for torture that pushes me to the brink.

Tonight, in this shadowed room, my lover binds my wrists above my head with rough rope. In fact, the fibers bite into my skin as he tightens the knots.

Then he circles me like a predator, his eyes dark with hunger. Like a good whore, I arch my back, offering my naked form—breasts heaving, nipples already hard peaks aching for his touch.

Ultimately, he starts slow, trailing a leather whip across my thighs, then cracks it against my ass, the sting exploding like fire. Of course, I gasp, pussy clenching with wet need, juices dripping down my inner legs. But I still need more, ‘More,’ I whisper, my masochistic core throbbing.

Torture Sex is What I Crave

Undeniably, he obliges, lashing my back, each strike reddening my flesh, drawing thin lines of blood that trickle warm. Now, pain surges through me. However, it fuels my Snuff sex desires. With the heat building between my legs, I grind my hips against nothing, desperate for friction.

Next, he drops the whip and grabs my throat. With fingers digging into my windpipe, he laughs. Essentially, strangulation grips me, air cut off as he squeezes, my vision blurring at the edges.

Instinctively, I buck against him, lungs burning, but my clit pulses wildly. Finally, he forces two fingers into my soaking pussy, thrusting hard while choking me tighter.

Moreover, stars burst behind my eyes; asphyxiation heightens every sensation. Bringing my pussy clamping down on his invading digits as orgasm builds in suffocating waves.

‘You’re mine to break,’ he growls, releasing just enough for a ragged breath. Once that little bit of air is gasped in my lungs, he slams his cock into me.

Effectively, he pounds relentlessly, hand back on my neck, cutting off my air again. After all, strangulation phone sex is what I crave.

Now, I convulse, body on fire, the taboo thrill of snuff play making me wetter. Then he strangles harder, my face purpling, pussy spasming around his thick shaft as I cum violently. Ultimately, squirting over his balls. But he doesn’t stop. Simultaneously fucking through my blackout haze, until he floods me with hot seed. Now my final gasps,  a symphony of dark fantasies bliss.

Torture Sex

In this fantasy, death dances close, but release pulls me back—addicted to the torture that makes me alive.

2 Girl Phone Sex Brining A Fuck Toy Back For BFFs Man

2 girl phone sex2 girl phone sex bringing a slutty fuck toy home for my  girls man was one fun night! I helped my best friend bring a play toy from the local park because we both love watching guys cum all over young bodies. We saw this hot guy at the park and knew he’d be perfect for our little game. So, we went up to him and started flirting like crazy girls do – giggling, batting eyelashes, you know how it goes! He was into us so much that he agreed without any hesitation when we suggested going back home with him where there would be more privacy for some fun times ahead… And by “fun times,” of course I meant letting me take control while she assisted or watched happily beside me as her naughty sidekick 😈

Once in his place though (which wasn’t too far away), things got even better than expectednot only did he have an impressive cock ready but also plenty of lube which made everything easier on everyone involved – especially since getting messier equals more excitement according to our twisted minds! After lubing up myself generously enough using both hands simultaneously (because who needs just one hand? Not this girl!) ,I mounted onto his hardness slowly yet steadily until finally impaling myself completely upon entry . The sensation sent shivers down my spine; it felt amazing being filled up like that again after such a long time apart due perhaps partly thanks go towards practicing regularly during previous encounters involving similar activities… Or maybe its just natural talent? Who knows really.. All i cared about then was riding those waves of pleasure generated within ourselves collectively under circumstances quite unique indeed!

Snuff Sex So Many Men Seem Deserving of These Days

snuff sexSome people seem more deserving of snuff sex than others. And I know I’m not a highly moral person. And by that I just mean, the people I kill maybe the average person would never murder. I used to suffer from an impulse disorder. If somebody pissed me off, I usually killed them on the spot. But that’s how you get caught. And my grandpa helped me with my impulse issues. Turned me into a highly skilled assassin essentially.

Now if somebody pisses me off, I don’t kill them. Well, I don’t kill them immediately. I let my anger fester for them, and I plot their demise so that I can get away with their murder. Few people have killed as many people as me. Now some of my kills I will admit men paid me. A sort of killer phone sex babe for hire sort of thing. But I’m being truthful. I’ve killed a lot more people for sport and revenge than I have for pay.

Charlie died last night. But only after 48 hours of torture. Don’t feel sorry for Charlie, he deserved it. A brat predator. He’s on that brat registry. I know I don’t really care that much about what men do to little girls because they just grow up to be bitches anyway for the most part. But this guy tried to force fuck a friend of mine’s baby sister. When she told me the details, I decided to plot Charlie’s cock and ball mutilation and death.

Men Rarely Ever Meet a Sicker Bitch Than Me

He spent 48 hours tied up in my basement to my castration chair. First thing I did was put hat pins in his worthless dick and balls. I guess, I used about 100 hat pins on his disgusting dick and balls. After that, I shaved the skin off his cock and balls with a razor blade. Very fine skin shavings and then I poured a bottle of alcohol on him. Not sure I ever heard a man scream like that before. But he deserved it for all the pain he’s inflicted on little girls over the years.

I didn’t just mutilate his junk either. But I also carved off his nipples. I burned his flesh. And I shoved a broken beer bottles up his asshole shredding him from the inside out. Castration turned out to be the least of his concerns. I mutilated and mangled his body. And I caused so much intense pain that he almost died of a heart attack. But I didn’t want him dying of natural causes. So eventually, I sliced open his femoral artery and watched him bleed out. I did that last act of torture sex outside in the wild so that the animals would smell the blood and eat him alive.

I’m a sick bitch. You don’t want to cross me either because I just get sicker with age. Don’t mess with me. Don’t mess with my friends. And don’t mess with any of my friends’ loved ones either. Or you might die even a more heinous death than Charlie.

Sadistic Phone Sex Is the Best For Dark Fantasies

I’m Morticia, and I collect broken souls for my Sadistic phone sex rituals. Essentially, the huntress searching her prey, I spot the cocky asshole of the night, and move in.  
First, I press my body against his and take my need. Now I slide my hand down his pants and wrap my cold fingers around his thickening cock.
Then I viciously squeeze, digging my nails into the sensitive underside. All while I stroke him with cruel, twisting jerks until tears of pain sting his eyes and his knees buckle.
Without a word, I drag him into the gloomy back hallway. Then I slam him against the cold wall and yank his pants open. His cock springs out. I spit on it, rake my nails down the shaft hard enough to leave red welts, then hike my leather skirt up.
Obviously, I am not wearing panties, as I never do when I hunt.  Effectively, I impale myself on his bleeding penis in one savage thrust.
Ultimately, forcing every thick inch into my tight demonic cunt.
Now fully entranced by my blasphemous will, I ride him like a demon in heat. Moreover, I take him with brutal force, penetrative need. With that thick, hard, and bleeding cock in my Demonic whore cunt until he really whimpers.

Sadistic Phone Sex For My Ritual Sacrifice

Now, my pussy clenches his fuck stick, milking him mercilessly. All while I grind my clit against his base. At which moment, I pin his wrists above his head.
Then I sink my nails deep into his chest, carving fresh bloody lines. As his blood wells up, I smear it across his skin, drawing an inverted pentagram over his heart.
All while I chant low and dark: “In the name of Satan, I claim this soul. Lucifer, witness your whore defiling your enemy’s creation. Let every thrust bind him to the Pit. Let his god watch and weep.”
Now, I ride faster, my soaked cunt creaming down his shaft while I laugh at his suffering. He throbs desperately, pleading for release with his eyes.
But, of course, I deny him completely.
When my own orgasm finally explodes within my body, I throw my head back and scream the final words of the ritual: “By blood and cunt I bind you to Hell forever!”
Finally, my demonic pussy spasms violently around his tortured cock, flooding him with my hot juices. All while I keep riding through every savage wave. Ultimately, using his pain to fuel my pleasure until I’m completely satisfied.
Only then do I climb off. Consequently, his cock is purple, throbbing, bloodied, and completely denied. The pentagram on his chest glows subtly with infernal light as his soul cracks and begins its fall.
Sadistic Phone Sex

Snuff Phone Sex Calls Often Involve Torture Too for Me

snuff phone sexI enjoy snuff phone sex calls. As a sexy accomplice and switch, sometimes I’m in charge of the killing. And it feels good to be the queen when that happens. I did a favor for a fellow stripper last night. And I did this gig for free. Hos before bros and all. She has an ex-boyfriend problem. An abusive piece of shit with a restraining order against him. However, that never stops him.

But I knew I could stop him. I could stop him permanently. And I sexually mutilated his junk along the way. I talked with my friend, and we set a honey trap. I let him think that I gave him the address of his ex-girlfriend. But it was my address. And she laid in wait as I did with knives hidden everywhere for our safety. When he arrived, he seemed shocked to see me. But then my fellow stripper, the object of his desire, came out from the bedroom.

We started kissing, making him horny and jealous. But that was part of our plan. Much easier to castrate a stiff dick than a limp one. And he deserved castration phone sex, maybe more than anybody I ever castrated before. Some men think they’re entitled to pussy. And some men think they own women. So, I enjoy giving men a wakeup call.

Men Do Not Get Away With Harassing My Friends

When I kissed him, I slipped a cock ring on to help keep him erect. He never saw me coming. I think he felt too horny to care about anything else than my hand on his dick. But the next thing he felt on his dick was a cool steel blade.

Sure, I could’ve gone for the nuts immediately. However, I wanted to savior the torture. So, I sliced the tip of his dick off instead. This guy would not survive the night anyway. I could slice and dice his junk all I wanted. He would never use it again. And he will never stalk or harass another woman again.

We spent a few hours slicing little parts of his dick off like we were cutting those little hotdog dogs and putting them into the baked beans. I said that my friend thought maybe we could feed the severed parts of his dick to my dogs. And my pups love hot dogs. Seeing the expression on this guy ‘s face as my dogs ate part of his dick turned me on. I can be a sick bitch when I want.

I Enjoy Castrating Men who Think They Own Women

Eventually, we grew tired of him and the torture sex of his junk. So, she took him out of his misery. With my hands on his throat, I squeezed as tightly as I could. His ex-girlfriend, my friend, sat on his face to smother him. We felt him take his last breath. And she helped me dismember him. We made a mess. But I watch enough movies. So, I knew I needed a tarp and a cadaver saw. And an interesting thing, once a person’s dead the blood doesn’t spill out their bodies like you would think.

We put his severed limbs into this big bag. And we buried them in the woods in different places. Chances of anybody finding all of him seemed slim to us. But he will never harass another one of my friends. Or any women for that matter. And don’t think for a second I won’t neuter you either if you get out of line. Castration is not just for stalkers.

Killer phone sex with my knife and your big fat dick

Killer phone sexKiller phone sex, there are no limits. I have plenty of dark desires. But what constantly swirls in my twisted mind is fresh prey. Each innocent face is a canvas awaiting the macabre masterpiece I’ll paint with blood and lust.

Little bald pussies so good you want to devour!

I have a collection of blades, but my favorite is my twelve-inch hunting knife. It’s such a rush to penetrate the little cunts with it. I love the sound of the blood gushing out of their little fuck holes.

Blood is a great lubricant; it’s so warm when you slide in, and the stickiness makes the friction so good. Your cock in a tight, bloody pussy will make great footage. We are going to have fun making Snuff movies.

I want the last thing these little bitches feel is getting double dicked by you and my knife. We can do anything we want to these little brats. Each stroke of the blade, each thrust of the dick, will be choreographed to maximize the shock value, the horror, the sheer ecstasy of their depraved escapades.