Category: Accomplice phone sex

I am More of a Snuff Porn and Kill Kind of Girl

snuff pornSome people like to Netflix and chill; however, I’m more of a snuff porn and kill kind of girl. Unlike most women, I do not need to couple up. I’m a loner. And I don’t date. I don’t want to get married. I don’t want to have brats. And I certainly don’t want to hook up with some loser, watch some boring Netflix movie, and smash.

Perhaps you could say I’m not the typical woman. And I’m not everybody’s cup of tea. But if you don’t try to fuck me. And you don’t baby talk me, we might get along. But you must shut the fuck up when I tell you to, keep your hands to yourself, and be my accomplice. Because the only two roles a man can have in my life is that of my victim or that of my accomplice. So, choose wisely.

Peter chose wisely. We met on the net. He wanted to kill someone but didn’t have anyone in mind. Just a strong desire to unalive someone. We talked on and off for months on Motherless. Fucking site got shut down. But luckily, we exchanged personal phone numbers before that happened. It was more than just an extreme porn site. They had a chat system for all sorts of extreme topics. The only place not on the dark net where I could find accomplices and victims easily.

The World is Full of Useless Twats to Kill

I invited him over last night. Peter didn’t know it yet, but he would make his first snuff sex kill last night. I even picked out a woman for him. And he didn’t catfish me. He looked just like his picture. Luckily, he’s not some incel type loser. Just some angry fuck up who wants to take his rage out on a stupid cunt. And he knew that would never be me. I showed him a picture of a drunk coed who pissed me off a few weeks ago. And he thought she looked like good fuck material as well as good killing material.

He picked up the drunk coed at a bar I knew she’d be at. At the end of the night, I pretended to be the Uber he called for them. Then we took her to my kill shack where I prepared everything. Peter got a crash course on how to hunt for the perfect victim, how to trick the perfect victim, how to kill that victim and how to dispose of the body and fly under the radar of law enforcement. I make a good apprentice for anybody with snuff fantasies.

This felt like Peter’s time to shine. I kill several times a week and I have for a couple decades now. So, I wanted to see if he listened to advice over the months we’ve chatted. And apparently, he paid attention to everything I said. He fucked her. Fucked her raw too.

Men Can Be My Accomplices or My Victims, But That’s It

When he made her his ass rape porn star, I noticed he didn’t bother with lubrication. Why waist KY when you’re going to kill the bitch anyway. This girl is one of those stuck-up, self-entitled bitches. A total pick me kind of girl. Unnecessarily mean. And full of herself. Millions of girls like her exist. But we did our part just to get one more of those useless cunts off this earth.

Personally, I would have prolonged the kill. But I get it. My first kill went quickly too. But it was an impulse kill. And this was a premeditated sort of thing. But Peter got a taste for blood. And a taste for fucking useless twats. He followed all my rules. And believe it or not did not annoy me once. So, Peter got to live. And that means he can help me kill another useless twat very soon

Domination Phone Sex of My Asshole Gave Me a Tail

domination phone sexMen love domination phone sex with my asshole. For whatever reason my ass is the star of any photo shoot or video. And any time I need to score drugs, I offer up my asshole. Not sure what makes soccer mom ass in such high demand, but it is. One director that I worked with over the weekend told me it’s because men like violating suburban housewives. They think we’re hoity toity and deserve to be knocked down a peg. But I didn’t grow up middle class. My mom came from money, but when she married a truck driver her parents cut her off.

I married better. But we’re not rich, just comfortable. And I may be a soccer mom, but I’m also dirty whore. A dirty coke whore. This director I worked with wanted to make an ass rape porn. But at least he told me his plans up front. No surprises. I knew my ass would experience a fist and lots of cocks, and sometimes both at the same time.

But this guy told me he planned on destroying my asshole. And at least, he gave me a big bag of cocaine. Most of the men just violate my ass and leave me with nothing more than a couple bumps. However, this director and my son might be the exceptions not the rule in the underground world of snuff.

The first thing he did was fist my ass. One fist then the other and eventually both fists at the same time. When he did that, he could hoist me in the air like a sock puppet. My asshole prolapses easily thanks to my son. He made it that way. But others keep it that way.

My Asshole Now Sports a Tail From all The Brutal Fucking

And John joked that I must be the devil’s spawn because I sport a tail. And him and the other men waiting their turn to brutalize my ass enjoyed a good chuckle over that. But I felt high as a kite flying around like Peter Pan.

When he pulled his fist out of my ass my tail came with it. So not only did I sport a gaped fucking asshole, but my tail showed even more. As I laid on the floor curled up in a ball, other men came and circled me like vultures. Big cocks out ready to destroy me even further. They pissed on me, kicked me, and even spit on me while they continued to call me names. These were not men I wanted to fight. No way would I win. Big strong burly men. With cocks that could destroy my ass in a single gangbang rape porn.

But I felt high as a kite and in a good mood despite the brutalization of my asshole. Those big burly men eventually shoved their big burly cocks up my ass. Sometimes they couldn’t wait for their turn. And they joked if I could handle 2 fists, I could handle three cocks.

Thank God my asshole seems resilient. It bounces back more than a rubber ball. Cum oozed out of my asshole for days. My tail stuck out too. But I got my coke at the sacrifice of my ass, once again. I may look like a soccer mom to many, but those old stuck up fellow soccer moms don’t realize the lengths I go to act like a normal soccer mom.

Suffocation Phone Sex fun of us finding your next little victim.

Suffocation Phone Sex

Suffocation Phone Sex fun of us finding your next little victim.

You’d love to find a little cutie we can take home and share that little body.

I know the blondies are your favorite, the ones with flat chests and hairless cunts.

Wouldn’t you love to lure her into our bedroom and see what that tight little body can handle?

I wonder if she has ever had a cock as big as yours inside her?

I think we should stretch out all those holes of hers before we have our final fun with her.

The moment when we get to watch the life drain from her eyes with all your cum all over her face.

The final moments of life after we completely use and abuse that little body for all our fun!

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Accomplice Phone Sex Sometimes Takes an Unexpected Turn

accomplice phone sexAlthough usually I help men as their accomplice phone sex partners, sometimes women need my assistance too. But when it comes to women, I’m usually helping them for free because I know them. I’ve had a few random women I met on the dark net pay me to get rid of an ex-husband or an ex-boyfriend or even a current one. However, most women I help, I know personally.

Recently, a new stripper I hired last month shared with me the private turmoil she’s experiencing. A college girl I hired off Rover to be my dog walker when I travel. Smoking hot girl next door. The kind of girl men love in a strip joint. So, I groomed her for the idea of making a lot more money. Although I hate to lose a reliable and trustworthy dog walker, I felt happy to make the club and her some serious money.

But one day she came into the club with bruises all up and down her arm and a black eye. And I thought to myself oh boy she’s in an abusive relationship. It turns out the abuser is her step daddy. And he’s done far worse things to her than just physical abuse. So, I decided step daddy needed to die.

Revenge Gets Me Off. Some Men Do Not Deserve to Breathe.

This brought back memories of my own abusive father and his friends. I saw it as a cathartic moment to exact revenge through snuff sex. I’m a much different woman now. No longer a scared little girl. I can defend myself and I can exact revenge now.

I figured it best to leave my new stripper out of the planning process. Keep her hands clean. Imagine my surprise when I drove by her home and saw one of my father’s cronies who abused me as a young girl. Her stepfather worked for my father 30 years ago.

At first, I got scared. But then I knew the last time he saw me I was neither blonde nor busty. Plus, I doubt he would recognize me 30 years later. But I never forget the faces of the men who violated me like it was nothing. He needed to die.

So, one day, while my new stripper danced on stage, I looked through her phone and found his number listed under step monster. And I sent him a text. Pretended to be her and had him meet me at this no tell motel where you can scream bloody murder and nobody gives a fuck. It’s one of those rent by the hour places. And it’s one of those seedy motels that if you give the attendant enough money, he never saw you and he never heard a thing.

The Men Who Abused Me as a Schoolgirl Made Me a Blood Thirsty Bitch

Although this guy violated me the least because he was only in his early 20s at the time he force fucked me, he still enjoyed fucking the shit out of a schoolgirl. Clearly my jailbait pussy gave him a taste for it because he’s been force fucking his stepdaughter for many years. He did not recognize me. I concocted a story about knowing his stepdaughter. This fool believed that his stepdaughter who loathes him would send him a woman to fuck. Delusional.

Right before he put his cock in my pussy, I grabbed a knife and sliced it off. Dead men don’t need their dicks, I told him. As he bled profusely all over motel bed, I tied him up. Then I told him who I was. No apology. No shame on his face. However, he seemed surprised I was alive. Apparently, my dear old dad told all his friends he killed me and buried me in the backyard to keep my mouth shut. My bastard of a father never told his friends I ran away. I guess his ego couldn’t handle the truth.

Sixteen different men violated me as a young girl. And of the 16 men, including my father, who made me a teen rape porn star, only six remain. I’ve been quietly exacting my revenge on daddy’s sick cohort for years. And I enjoyed torturing this guy. He deserved it. If he violated me and his stepdaughter as teenage girls who knows how many other teenage girls, he’s violated. I read him a long list of grievances. Gave him a chance to defend himself and the fucker spit in my face and said fuck you cunt.

Men Always Underestimate Me and That is a Huge Mistake

So, I took my knife and stabbed him in the gut. I’ve learned from my callers and the dark web that if you want a man to suffer a slow death, stab him in the stomach so he slowly bleeds out. Stabbing them in the heart equals a quick death. But stabbing them in the gut prolongs the suffering. When I felt like he might be taking too long to fucking die, I sat on his face and smothered him with the twat he violated. Squeezed my thighs against his head and came on his face from the pleasure of torturing and murdering one of my abusers.

But I killed not only for me but for my new stripper who still can’t escape his clutches. I staged the room to look like he hired a hooker to party with and she killed him. They will look for a woman nobody saw. And if they do their due diligence, they might discover what a piece of shit he was to his stepdaughter. But she’ll have an airtight alibi because she was on stage dancing when I murdered her piece of shit abusing step daddy. Good riddance. Six more men to go.

Fantasy Phone Sex Focused on Murder is The Best

Dark Fantasy Phone Sex is an outlet I crave to offer. And here is where I can share my proclivity, my obsession. And much like Lady Bathory, my desire is virginal blood to bathe in.
Therefore, as the night sets in, I stalk the moonlit streets. My pale skin glows against the velvet blackness of night. And I seek a very specific kind of purity.
Ultimately, my hunger for the blood of virginal girls burns like a fever. As if I were a vampire that has only one life force. And for me, and for my ageless beauty, this is it.
First, I identify my prey. She is young and radiates an innocent light. Thus, her purity is a beacon to my dark desires.
Consequently, my sadistic phone sex instincts awaken. So, I move toward her with a predatory smile. And my hunger builds.

Dark Fantasy Phone Sex is Enticing in the Darkest Ways

Next, I lure her to take my hand. My powerful stare transfixes her into obeying.  Thus, my hypnotic aura strips away her will. So, she walks into my trap without a fight.
Suddenly, I bind her wrists in shackles once we enter my studio of sadism. Oh, how I enjoy the terror in her wide eyes. And the saltiness of the tears streaming down her sweet cheeks.
Then, I bring out my silver blade. And the edge is razor-sharp and thirsty, as am I. Therefore, I slice deep into her soft thigh with a slow, deliberate motion.
Now, crimson blood wells up and spills over. Eagerly, I gather the warm fluid in a golden basin. Meanwhile, I continue to make more slices into her arteries and masturbate as the blood flows.
Finally, I bathe in her fresh, virginal blood. Now, the necromantic energy surges through my pores. And I feel my youth renew, as my power multiplies.
Enticed and eager, I watch her fade into a pale corpse. Alas, my thirst is quenched for now and snuff sex has been had.
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Accomplice Phone Sex is The Best Way to Kill Some Ass

I’m Geneva, and I am a sexual bimbo doll built for one purpose. And that is to be used. Therefore, Accomplice phone sex is one use that I have come to embrace.
Specifically, I serve my Master as his perfect ass whore. Moreover, I help him find fresh teen ass for our little film project.
Consequently, we make a special kind of porn. And our films eventually lead to something far more permanent. Well, for the star, it’s a one-time debut!
First, Master sends me out to scout. Therefore, I dress sleazily and walk the streets like plastic perfection. Furthermore, my blonde hair and fake tits draw attention everywhere I go. But so does my ass.
However, I’m hunting for something specific. Namely, tight young things with perfect juicy asses that bounce when they walk. After all, this is Ass rape porn.
Once I spot a good one, I move in fast. Subsequently, I flash a smile and strike up conversation. And really turn on the charm to gain trust.

Accomplice Phone Sex is My Favorite Way to Kill Time

Meanwhile, Master watches from the van and nods his approval. After that, everything happens quickly.
Additionally, the girls never suspect a thing because I look like a living doll. Besides, who fears a Barbie?
Next, we bring them to the studio. And the cameras start rolling immediately. Thereafter, Master takes his time with each one.
Meanwhile, I hold them down and watch his cock stretch those tiny assholes wide. Furthermore, the screaming only makes him harder. In addition, I film every thrust and every tear for the collection.
Eventually, the films take their final turn.
Accordingly, Master always finishes the same way. Ultimately, the snuff ending is what our buyers pay top dollar for.
Therefore, I clean up afterward and prepare for the next shoot. After all, there is always more teen ass to find.
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Fantasy phone sex had an old bitch tied up and used

Fantasy phone sex, I never expected that knock. I opened the door and this old cunt on my porch in a thin robe that barely covered her heavy tits. Silver hair loose, eyes dark with hunger. I need you to tie me up and fuck me! Hard. Like you mean it. She went on to say that I looked like and evil little bitch that could handle the task. So I willingly followed her old ass back to her place. Inside her bedroom she handed me thick rope. I stripped her naked full tits with dark nipples already stiff, wide hips, a trimmed thatch of a silver cunt already glistening. I bound her wrists tight behind her back, giving her no mercy I don’t think she really knew what she was getting into…then spread her legs and lashed each ankle to the bedposts until she was open and helpless. I tied her so tight she was actually begging for me to loosen them, of course I made it tighter then! I strapped on my cock and shoved it between her lips first. I made that old bitch gag when I pushed deeper, she could barely fucking breathe! Then I climbed between her tied thighs and slammed into her soaked cunt in one thrust! I fucked her deep and rough that her old used cunt started to bleed watching her tits bounce with every pump as I was slapping the fuck out of them. She moaned and began to beg for me to stop. So I stretched her even more! Her cunt started spasming around my cock, juices soaking the sheets. That’s when I pulled out and started fisting the old whore.  I kept slamming into her until I buried my forearm into her stretched wrecked fuck hole. When I pulled out, she was a slippery bloody mess dripping down over her asshole. Think I will leave her tied up until she needs to be used again. Hey, she asked for it!

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Toni the torture phone sex slut

torture phone sex

Let’s talk about my latest hookup and how we destroyed some dumb slut together. He was a sadistic fuck that I met on a kink site. We met up at a bar where we scouted out our victim together. A young, party girl with a hot body and no friends around to make sure she got home safely. We can skip over the details of me spiking her drink and getting her back to his makeshift torture dungeon.

My whole body buzzed in excitement while watching him slam this stupid bitch around.

He beat the shit out of her and then laughed as she weakly tried to crawl away. She clawed at the concrete floor trying to escape him. Her nails were all chewed up and her finger tips were bleeding as he pulled her towards him. His rock hard dick was in his hands, throbbing and ready to rip into her.

I moaned, rubbed my clit and watched while he ripped her clothes off of her. The stupid bitch screamed and cried while he was drilling his dick into her pussy. He slammed his cock all the way in, in deep brutal thrusts, tearing her cunt open a little more with each stroke. Blood ran down his shaft and dripped from his balls as he continued to force fuck her ruined hole.

He grabbed a handful of her hair, pulled her head back and smiled at me. Then, he slid the blade of his knife across her throat, slicing it wide open. Blood spurted out and sprayed across my face. I watched the life slowly drain from her eyes as she bled out while getting force fucked.

My cunt gushed all over my fingers while he groaned and blew a fat load in that dumb bitch.

He tossed her to the side and told me that it was my turn to take his dick. The gurgling sound she was making, paired with the way his cock was bottoming out in my cunt, had my pussy more wet than it’s ever been. This little blog is the short and sweet version. As always, I save the juicy details for my calls. Talk to you soon!

Bloody Phone Sex is a Way That I Exploit Destiny

Bloody Phone Sex is a tool that compels some of the darkest desires. And these dark desires are what fuel my sadistic ways. That is, in some aspects, one may return to the womb where blood is the protector.
Or, we can just revisit my first Menstruation. To clarify, when I bled from my cunt. Thus the awakening of a certain beast within me. Undeniably, this is a time of darker aspects that fed my soul. Thus, made me the sadist I am.
From the shedding of my Uterus to the breaking of my hymen. My darkness came into being.
From that very moment of sacrificing my virginity to random men. My mother knew she had instilled the dark forces inside me.
And this is the only reason I was kept alive. Now, I am the Goddess of Darkness.
Ultimately, taking lives through bloodletting rituals becomes a highlight for me. In fact, I thrive on the mutilation phone sex, a ritualistic connection.
Thus, my very thought right now is to breed within my womb the Devil’s seed.
Now let me incubate that dark evil seed in my womb and give birth to the ultimate sacrifice. Much like the first thing I birthed, I passed in the night from my cunt. And quickly dissected it and used it in ritual, only to make me stronger.

Bloody Phone Sex is a Fuel for My Cravings

Consequently, relationships are not my thing. Therefore, when I have a sexual hunger, I hunt and take what I need. Sometimes it is dick, sometimes it’s cunt. But always, it is about my pleasure. And one thing is for certain, they never survive.
Essentially, I am like the Black Widow, and I eat my lover. Moreover, cannibalism phone sex feeds this ever so darker hunger within. And at this moment I wish to feast on the scrotum sack and penis of an Investment Banker I found on the Dark Web.
Ultimately, his portfolio won’t be the only thing I drain. Undeniably, his balls and then finally his life force I will suck up.
And with his final wishes of feeding his body to the clients. Oh the ones he destroyed. Guilt is an ugly beast, but flesh is a delicious feast.
Moreover, his blood will mix in the wine. And I will lavish myself in decadence.
Finally, do you want to come and play?

Bloody Phone Sex

Castration Phone Sex is what I’m going to do to that pathetic cock!

Castration Phone Sex

Castration Phone Sex is what I’m going to do to that pathetic cock!

Do you really think your sad excuse of a dick would go inside me?

Fuck no!

It’s so fucking small, worthless, and useless; you’re better off without it!

No woman would ever want that disgusting thing in her mouth.

You don’t even deserve to be horny with that pathetic thing in between your legs.

I’ll dig my nails in your balls and castrate you myself.

Turn you into some pathetic fag who can’t get hard anymore.

You don’t deserve to enjoy sex anyway; your cock is too small.

Just turn you into my Ken doll, with nothing in your pants.

That’s the sad life you deserve.

Cutting off your testosterone is really turning you into some invalid no woman would ever want to fuck!

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