I have become great at accomplice phone sex. I feel like Mrs. Jefferson because I moved on up, LOL. I was so accustomed to being a submissive slave, I never dreamed that I could someday be an accomplice. Do not worry. I am not getting too full of myself. I do not think that one day, I will suddenly be a dominant bitch in charge. I have found my niche as your partner in crime. I met a new guy recently. Super hot and super wealthy. Of course, I wanted to do whatever I had to do to please him and be in his good favor. We were fucking one night and watching some teen rape porn when he admitted he always wanted to kill and fuck a pregnant teen whore. I looked at him like I was Mr. Roarke, and he was on Fantasy Island. I went to the mall and found some redneck teen slut with a bun in the oven. Surprisingly, it was not that hard to do. My new man was pleased with my offering and my initiative. She was scared for her and her baby. She pleaded with us not to hurt her baby, but they were a package deal. I tied her up so he could fuck her pregnant whore pussy. I enjoyed watching him fuck her so brutally that he broke her water. Now, we had a party. I had a brilliant idea. Cut out the spawn in her belly and sell it on the black market. I knew we could make great money selling something so young with good lungs still. I got out my knife and carved up the whore like I was born sadistic. My lover was so turned on. We fucked in the teen whore’s blood as her evil spawn cried. We killed the mama and sold the fruit of her dead crotch. I am loving being the accomplice.
I am a Hot Accomplice Phone Sex Partner
Violent phone sex with Stephanie
I want to have some fun with you tonight. My worthless, whore cunt is all yours and it needs to be tortured. Let’s get lost together, in the most dark and violent phone sex fantasies. I can be your willing accomplice, if you’d like but I’d much rather be a helpless victim, crying and begging you to stop. I need a man with a secret, deeply hidden disgust for sluts like me and a desire to inflict pain. A hate that has burned at his soul for as long as he can remember. Someone who’s deepest desire is to watch a whore like me suffer. I’ve been a rotten, little cock tease and a dirty cum slut for my entire life. Teach me a lesson about taunting men like you with my sexy, slutty body. I deserve every bit of abuse you could ever imagine. If you’re ready to take out all of that built up aggression on a pathetic snuff whore, I’ll be waiting.
What Should We Do Tonight?
I am feeling naughty tonight. Want to have some fun? What should we do? That is always the question I have. A little blood, some snuff or some always hot force and torture? Maybe we should throw a little potty play into the mix. I don’t know which way to go, but I do know I want it to be with you. You are the naughtiest most devious pervert I know, and you bring out the best in me. Let’s go to the mall and get us a hot little preteen. The cute ones with the little perky tits and smooth bald cunts. Bodies just ripe for our kind of fun. I will be the decoy, luring them to the car with the promise of a little cush or some alcohol. Telling them we just got to go to the house. On the drive there we will smoke some molly and get them ready to go. Out of their minds they follow blindly as we enter the doorway to the demise. I look at you and smile knowing how much fun we are about to have. Almost willingly they let us tie them up. I hand you our bag of goodies and we get started. Ready to join in the fun baby? I will give you first choice.
Taboo Phone Sex Whore Even When Pregnant
Taboo phone sex is what I live for. I like to party and that brings out my freak side. I have always been a nasty freak. I love rough anal sex. I discovered it when I was pregnant. I was not a good mommy when I had my first bun in the oven. I was doing coke almost up until I went into labor. My husband of course would not give me a dime because he knew I would party while pregnant with our first-born son. I just learned to trade my holes for coke. Men love a pregnant whore. I remember this one encounter where I almost miscarriage. I was in my third trimester and needed coke so badly that I sold my pregnant holes to this this guy I met in a bar. He took me to his house and tied me up. He punched my lactating tits and drank my milk. I was worried he would punch my belly, but he did not go that far. He did, however, use me as his personal ass rape porn star. He tied me up and put me in a very awkward position so he could fuck me. He had me on all fours, but my neck was all twisted and my belly forced close up to my face, so my own titty milk was leaking in my face. He pounded my ass so hard I thought for sure even in my ass he was hitting my baby boy somewhere. My ass prolapsed and my water broke. I was not due for another month, so I thought for sure I would miscarry. He tossed me out in the alley and left me. I had to call 911. I also had to come up with some story about a stranger force fucking me because I was beat up with cum in my ass. It all turned out fine. My son is healthy and happy and now he fucks my ass whenever he wants.
Evil Killer Phone Sex
When I say you’ll have killer phone sex when you call me, I’m not just talking about the fact that it’s going to be freaking amazing. I literally mean we’re going to pick up an innocent young girl at the mall, on the side of the road, or wherever and we’re going to take her home and snuff her out. I know I sound pretty flippant about it…well, I guess I am. The life of that girl doesn’t matter one bit to me. All that matters are the feelings that I have when I’m watching the life drain from someone.
Do you think it would make your dick hard to watch me slice and dice a pretty young thing? I think we should put a ball gag in her mouth so she can’t scream when it starts to hurt too badly. I don’t want to hear her beg me to spare her life. That doesn’t do anything for me, except cause me major annoyance. I’d rather watch the fear in her eyes as she realizes there’s nothing she can do to stop me from doing the inevitable. If you have the same kinds of killer fantasies that I do, then we could get dark and twisted together.
We Sliced And Diced
You like stories sweetie? Here’s one for you. You ever cut the still-incubating bean out of a breeding bitch? You know just what I mean. Think of this! Ivory skin, ruby hair and lips, emerald eyes and nine months pregnant ready to bust wide open!
I caught this whore trying to secretly give birth out in the woods, and so I dragged her back to my house, called up my neighbor, and he came to help me deal with the whore! Don’t worry, we didn’t hurt the angels. We did take out time with the Mother, though. Once removing the sweet little loves, we went to work on her. We made her cut off her own tits, and had her drink bloody milk from her detached nipple.
It was slow but pleasurable work, using the blood as lubrication to masturbate my own body with her amputated hands. The body was simple enough to dispose of. We took her out down the river, and lay her body in the water. The fish and maceration would do the rest. Now I can raise up my Remus and Romulus in my own image; that of a sadistic, blood thirsty butcher. I know they’ll love this, too.
Strangulation Phone Sex Harper
The dark princess of Strangulation phone sex is here to help soothe your aches and pains! I see you mesmerized by my long doll like legs. You were always a leg man weren’t you baby? Outside on the patio I kicked my legs over the chair and wiggled my tiny little toes. I saw the next question come across your face. How old was I? Am I barely legal, or Jailbait? Does it really fucking matter. You get up and pass our table to see if you can see my tits. I hope that’s not a deal breaker as these little puffy tits just never grew. My face is hard to read, there’s wisdom in my eyes but no line, or wrinkle anywhere to be seen. Plus I’m really pale and untouched by the sun. I see you take in my long limbs before a hurried escape to the bathroom. No one else has spotted you. You’re very discreet but not discreet enough.
I decide to give you a good show as I bend over to pick up the check that flew off the table. I rub my leg and my “friends” laugh. They laugh at me and ask when I will get a titty job. I saw you scan them while ordering your second desert and coffee. “You must not have to be anywhere to be,” I shyly say as I chase my bill under your table. I let you touch my leg as I slip a note in your hand. I walk away and get in my friend’s car.
The note reads…
“If you want my legs, and some young big tits meet me here… in 30 min. But only of your willing to be a sick twisted fuck, And I have an idea you are!
See, Just because I am a teen phone sex snuff whore, doesn’t mean I don’t know what a dark pervert needs. My three friends knocked out and you watching me strangle them with my long legs as those tits bounce as you live out a very detailed rape fantasy fuck with each of them. We put each to sleep permanently and you get your turn with my beautiful legs and ass As I put the plastic bags over faces. I like to watch them slowly die and you like murder and legs! I don’t mind slutty snobby bitches, Because men like you will always help me snuff and fuck them bloody!
Sadistic Phone Sex Accomplice
Sadistic phone sex is so much fun. For me at least. I love to torture and maim people. I am open to torturing anyone, age and gender do not matter to me. I am happy to kill just about any man, especially tools and tiny dick losers. But I take a sick pleasure in torturing little ones. I hate crotch fruit. Germy mouth breeders. I have made a name for myself on the dark web for helping men procure little sluts. I have a contact in the sex trafficking world. I often bring him little sluts I have used for other purposes because he knows how to make them disappear. That way I profit off the little whores twice. Once, when I sell to a P man like you to explore your rape phone sex fantasies. And once you have had your fun with the little whore, I sell them to my coyote friend. He then sells them to someone who wants a used up little slut as a personal sex slave. Most men buying sluts on the black market do not care if they are virgins or not. Any man who hires me, fucks the girl up pretty good before we either dispose of the corpse or sell her to my human trafficker pal. I had a little girl for a client last week that I made bank from. A little white girl goes for a premium price. My client paid me to find a blonde blue-eyed doll baby. He fucked her pussy and her ass. He used that little angel for days. He did not want to kill her. He left that to me. I did not care if she lived or died, but I figured why not sell her again? Make more money off her. I called my flesh peddler friend, and he was super excited to know I had a little young and white angel. He had a buyer. We negotiated a sweet price, and I sold the little whore again. If you want to turn a little doll baby into a snuff porn star, no problem. But if you just want to fuck her and be done, then I will profit off that sweet whore again.
Get nasty
I want to watch you destroy that little college campus slut. It’s time you bring those rape fantasies out and make them your motive and understand taboo phone sex is the way to go. Why the hell would you want vanilla when you can cum extra hard and really do so much more with a nasty slut. I’m so into fucking little bitches with you beating them up and also making them our slaves. I want to put a nice collar around their necks and treat them like trash. Ultimately that’s what they are to me. I don’t plan on stopping. I’m going to make a cult, and they will serve me and be happy to be my slave and daddy slave too because we own their asses.
Snuff Porn Escape
Snuff porn auditions are back on. I have been busy trying to get a gig again. I make bank doing extreme videos and photo shoots. Past year and a half I lost my fetish modeling and strip club money. I have had to moonlight as an anything goes escort to make ends meet. I am too old to be the cute young coed GFE. I am not a mommy, so I cannot be the motherly escort either. That leaves me as the submissive whore who lets men do whatever they want. That has become dangerous for me. I was with a guy last week who I thought was a snuff director. I answered an ad and I verified that the number he called from was a legit porn studio specializing in taboo fantasies. Seemed on the up and up until it no longer did. When I arrived, there were no stages ready. I saw no staff like key grips or lightening guys. No make-up artists or assistants. No one but the one guy. I swallowed hard knowing I should run. My gut feeling was off and my gut is usually right. I did not listen to that voice that said run. I heard a voice, then I was charged and pushed into a room. The room was a slave’s dungeon. It smelled like death. I used my cell phone for light and saw blood splatter on the walls. I saw all sorts of BDSM equipment covered in blood too. I was not sure if this was some sort of experiment to get a real scare from the star of a snuff sex film, or if this was real. A man entered the room with an executioner’s mask on and beat me up. Whipped me with a leather belt until I was bleeding. While I was on the ground pleading for my life, he took pictures of me. He wanted to capture my fear. When he locked me in the room, I escaped through a window. I am double jointed. If I was not, I would still be in that room awaiting my death.