Category: Accomplice phone sex

Taboo Phone Sex Accomplice

taboo phone sexTaboo phone sex is what I was born to do. My daddy has been telling me for a long time I was put on this earth to fuck and be his accomplice. He needs me now more than ever. I am the one who can find him the young pussy that he sells. I got a fake ID recently thanks to one of his associates who gets fake IDs and passports for girls he sells overseas. With a fake ID, I got on a nanny site. I even had bogus references. Daddy knows lots of shady fellows. I got a nanny job with a family with a cute little angel. She is very young. Just how daddy likes them. I didn’t have much time. The parents were only gone a few hours to dinner. I don’t exist to the world, so no one would know who to look for. I made sure to leave no prints in the house and to disable the nanny cams and security cameras. Daddy trained me well. I roofied my little charge and when she fell asleep, I put her in my trunk and drove her to daddy’s. I knew he would be pleased with this one. She has been well taken care of by her rich family. She will be in high demand because of her age and status. Daddy wanted to break her in before she even woke up! I had to remind him that virgin pussy goes for a much higher rate. He decided to just skull fuck the little slut until she was gagging and slobbering all over his cock. She was crying for her mother who she would never see again. I almost felt bad for the girl, but then I remembered how cruel daddy can be when he is disappointed. If kidnapping a little tot for him to sell into slavery keeps me on his good side, I will steal a little girl every day I am still breathing.

Mutilation phone sex

Mutilation phone sexThis is something that is etched into my mind, there forever as something that I think about all the time. It changed me that day, I have never been the same really, not since Mutilation phone sex. I had a master you see, and he loved to use me to make money. He would do phone calls that were set up and force me to do whatever the guys wanted to be done while they were on the phone. One day this guy called and he sounded super evil and sadistic. I was terrified of what it was going to be that made him cum, and it wasn’t long before I found out. The phone was on speaker and I heard him and my master talking, and that’s when I heard “mutilate her breast.” I started to scream already, saying no no no please no. This only got a ball gag shoved into my mouth and I bound even tighter with cuffs against the wall. I am screaming and hysterical as I see the devices he has to use on me. I wail and make sounds I have never made before. They sound animistic and inhuman. My nipple is gone, I am ruined, and am fading out. Blacking out from all the blood loss.

Family Taboo Phone Sex whore

taboo phone sexTaboo phone sex is my world. I am a mother, a daughter, a sister, a wife, a druggy whore and a slave. Not in that order either. Last night, I was my brother’s whore. He is in town on business and was not alone. He was with a male co-worker. He summoned me to his hotel room. I went because it is what I do. It is who I am. Him and his business partner wanted to fuck me. They wanted to use me. My own brother sat on my face and made me worship his ass. I had to tongue his sweaty dirty ass while his friend fucked me. His friend fucked my ass hard too. No lubrication.  My brother told him that I was a nasty whore who likes it rough. I don’t really like it rough. I just don’t stop men from taking what they want. I am usually too high to fight it much either. My brother and his pal took turns fucking me. They even fisted me too. I was screaming from the pain, so they shoved my panties in my mouth to muffle my sounds. We were in a hotel. My brother and his friend eventually passed out, but I couldn’t get away because I was tied up. When they woke up, they put on some ass rape porn for inspiration and fucked my ass some more.

Black Kiss Of Torture Sex and Death

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It isn’t every day that I get to kill and eat my torture sex victims. The black kiss of death shall be mine! Two things I love to torture and a nice human flesh torte. Chocolate and blood infused with a nice cream filled center. Just like those girls you had me murder and tear apart for your pleasure. What you didn’t count on was me being addicted to your cock so much that I wanted to cut it off and keep it forever. Of course, I had to pull you apart piece by piece first. Sawing off your arms and legs and letting your blood flow out all over the floor. A waste of good marinade. But what I was after was your heart and cock. The most valuable part pf my victims. And so fucking tasty after I had helped you mangle soft female bodies. Come and let me kill for you and kill you tonight!

 

Rape phone sex fantasies

Rape phone sex fantasies

I’ve taken a lot of dark and sexy calls but my favorite are the rape phone sex fantasies. I also have a dark and twisted rape fantasy. I get wet at the thought of being completely powerless as I get held down. Screaming as all of my holes get brutally fucked and filled with cum. I daydream about a hand randomly being placed around my mouth to muffle my screams as I get drug and then thrown into the trunk of a car and kidnapped. I’m a stupid whore who should have paid better attention to my surroundings. I crave the feeling of my hair being ripped out as I get dragged around like the piece of shit fuck doll I am.In my perfect fantasy, after I’m used up and full of cum, I get strangled. The hottest way would be with my panties or stockings. I’m a worthless whore who needs to be taught a lesson and I hope you can be the one to teach me. Wrap them around my throat and strangle me until I go limp.

 

Rape Phone Sex Fantasies with Daddy

rape phone sex fantasiesGuys call me often to explore their rape phone sex fantasies. My daddy had his way with me when I was just a little girl. I am accustomed to being force fucked. I hated my father. I ran away when I was a teen girl. I ran right into the arms of men just like him too. Men who just want to fuck me. Men who just want to use me. I have learned that I don’t deserve love and affection. I am a worthless fuck slave. I met a much older man last night who was eerily like my father. He was with his little ones trick or treating. He saw me and saw something he liked. He came back later in the night and took what he wanted. I don’t know why I let him inside. My daddy issues, I guess. He slapped me, then tore my clothes off. He forced my head down on his cock. I was gagging, barely able to breathe. He had stuffed his entire cock and balls down my throat. That was nothing compared to what he did to my ass. He fucked it so hard, my ass prolapsed. My asshole was on the outside, sore, swollen and bright red. He laughed at my prolapse. I begged him to leave. He slapped me again, made me call him daddy and fucked me harder. Once he was done, I was a hot mess. Coated in sweat and cum, turning black and blue with a prolapsed asshole. I guess I am destined to always be daddy’s little fuck slut.

Evil phone sex

Evil phone sexIt’s punishment time for me, I guess I haven’t been a good enough slave or whore to my master’s standards or maybe someone else complained about me but I deal with his rath. I am shaking like a leaf as I hear him come down the stairs to the mini cage I am locked in. He gets right in my face, hissing that he could just kill me. He spits on me, then grabs my hair through the bars. He starts to slam my face back and forth as I scream and scream. He is even madder now as he forces his cock through the bars and into my mouth. He uses the cage, the bars and his cock to abuse my mouth. I am wishing it would be over, but I am more than wrong. This isn’t good enough for him, he gets the electric wand and he starts making my skin burn over and over as there is nowhere I can go. He is laughing and loving it telling me to scream bitch to fucking cry bitch. And oh I am.

My Master is Evil

 

Evil phone sex

I hate the way they look at me. I hate the way they put their fucking eyes on me and glare at me in judgment. It makes me so fucking angry inside like I want to rip their fucking throats out. I want to crush them, but I can’t because they’re my sisters and sisters are supposed to be there for each other. What a load of fucking crap. It’s disturbing how Mom and Dad have no idea that these bitches have tortured me and ostracized me for so many years now. My sisters are what started me on my dark path. I blame them; it’s all their fault. I was regular. I was beautiful I just wasn’t pencil-thin like them. My daddy would call them radiant, and he would call me in the room. They laughed at me; they said I wasn’t popular. I always felt like I was looking up to those bitches. In my late teens is when it got evil. They both had nice pretty perky tits, and mine were too big. They would call me a waste; they said that anything bigger than a handful on a little girl is a waste. All the guys they like my big tittiess, the guys really loved my nice round dark strawberry areolas. My sisters started calling me a whore; they said I was a slut who would do anything for attention, and they disregarded me. That’s when I began killing Critters ripping them in half and watching the Blood and Guts seed out of them. That’s when I started loving the dark art. I met a guy who was much older than me, and he said that he spared me. I was going to be trained instead of slaughtered. My master is what I call him; he taught me everything I know. He told me a secret that would help me, and it still does to this day. My master said to me that I might not be able to punish my sisters because they were close to me; I would undoubtedly get to punish strangers. I found sexy little innocent blond perky titty bitches. And me and my master, we ripped them apart together. I love to beat their bodies lifeless while my master fucked them senseless. My master is a maniac; he drives his big hard cum-filled cock deep down inside of the holes that he visits. My master is hard; he’s piercing, and he likes to cut while he’s fucking. I didn’t get to punish my sisters, but I get to punish all the other girls like my sisters, and I do it so well.

Killer Phone Sex: My First Kill

killer phone sexKiller phone sex is at an all-time high the last week of October. I think Halloween inspires people. My first kill was on Halloween night when I was in high school. The death of a popular cheerleader was never solved. At least not the death of the popular cheerleader in my community. She was a queen bitch. She made Regina in Mean Girls seem like Mother Theresa. This pretty little cheerleader was so cruel and self-entitled. She made my life hell. I could have handled the name calling and constant torment at school, but she went way further than that. She treated me like Carrie at the prom. And I was way savvier and more astute than Carrie White. One day, I snapped. She poisoned my lunch, made me super sick, so I killed her. I played the victim role, but I got my pound of flesh.  I stabbed her in her bed a thousand times. I injected her with a paralytic drug. She felt every ounce of pain, but she couldn’t scream or move. Her parents were asleep down the hall, while I butchered their daughter with glee. I used a big dildo with a condom on it to penetrate her cunt and ass. It would look like some one had rape phone sex fantasies for her and throw suspicion off the girls she tormented. That was 12 years ago, and it is still an unsolved sexually motivated murder. The bitch had it coming. I am grateful to her, however. She made me realize how easy it is to kill. How much fun it is to inflict harm onto another living person. She gave me my passion for murder. Once you have your first kill, you are hooked. You kill again and again and for far fewer personal reasons. Let me help you have your first kill.

Breaking In

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You hold the knife to my warm throat as you instruct me to shut down the alarm system. That is how a lot of my home invasion phone sex fantasies begin. You know that you hold all of the power when you slip in and place the blade to my pulse like that. For a moment I think to hit the panic code, but I feel that you will find a special way to torture me if I make that mistake. Once it’s all clear you use your knife to slash my gown and also to tear off my panties.

You march me to the sofa and then I see your partner is bringing down my roommate. She looks as shaken as I am. You laugh and tell us to save our tears because it’s going to be a long night. Your partner orders my roommate to lay on her back on the coffee table. He presses the silver blade into her lower stomach and traces her cunt in a fresh blood trail. I’m wrenched up by my hair and pushed to her body to lap up the blood at knife point.