Category: Accomplice phone sex

Knife Play Phone Sex Who Isn’t Afraid to Put my Life on the Line!

Knife Play Phone Sex

I love Knife Play Phone Sex with a man who isn’t afraid to put my life on the line.

A man who will hold a knife to my throat while he force fucks me, shoving that cock so far inside me.

Face fuck me until I’m choking and gagging on your fat hog!

Threat to slice my neck and fuck the wound hole.

My life is in your hands, Master.

I will suck your cock and a sharp night to your balls.

Threatening to shop your ball sack off while I drain you of all your jizz.

If you don’t cum, every drop, down my throat, you can kiss your beautiful heavy balls goodbye.

Two can play this game, Daddy! 

 

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Murder Phone Sex Fantasies We All Think About

murder phone sex fantasiesI think if we’re honest with ourselves, we all have murder phone sex fantasies in our heads. We all know somebody we want to kill. But unlike me, most folks listen to the voice in their head that says don’t do it or you will go to jail. You won’t go to jail if I’m your accomplice or your teacher. I know how to get away with murder. I’ve been doing it since my schoolgirl days.

And now I’m a woman. A Goth woman. And I know how to set a trap for my victim. Honestly, I do not discriminate. Male or female, young or old, black or white, I hate everybody. So, when somebody acts like a bitch, especially to me, I kill them without hesitation. But I never kill them in the heat of the moment. That’s what gets people caught. So, I plan it out. Sometimes I even wait months from the initial encounter to stay off the radar.

Killer sex requires patience and control. I learned how to stop impulse killing thanks to my grandpa. He nurtured the killer instinct in me. And taught me everything I know about remaining undetected. In a way my grandfather acted like Dexter‘s dead dad. Giving him a code for killing. Although I do kill my share of predators, I kill a lot of people who don’t fit any sort of moral code.

Like Trevor who I killed this weekend. I encountered him two months ago, however. But I resisted my urge to stab him in the middle of the bar. And I might have stabbed him in the middle of a bar in my younger days, but I would’ve been arrested.

No Man Insults or Harasses Me and Lives

Trevor tried to shame me for my look. He clearly dislikes Goth girls. He gave me the backhanded compliment. I’d be pretty if I didn’t look so moody. That shit doesn’t fly with me. I’m never going to look like some fashion model because I don’t want to look like some fashion model. He just made one condescending comment after another and put himself on my radar.

So, I stalked him for months planning how I would kill him. Two months after our initial account, nobody would remember him talking to a random Goth girl in a bar on a busy Friday night two months ago. And even if they did, they would not immediately assume that our encounter led to his death. I never make a scene in public. I don’t slap a man or knee him in the balls or even yell and scream at him.

But I killed him this weekend. I let my anger and rage build up for two months so that I could kill him in a frenzy. Inflict maximum amount of pain in the least amount of time. One of the reasons I’m fond of knife play phone sex. I can stab a man to death, but it will take time for him to die unless I cut a major artery or stab him in the head like he’s a zombie. I broke into his house, and made it look like a personal kill. Overkill always takes the pressure off me because they start to look at suspects much closer to home.

I Can Train You to Be a Killer Too

Plus, I know how to break into a house but make it look like someone let me in willingly. And that’s another thing that points to a personal kill. I killed him in his bed. And I took nothing to add to the personal murder narrative. But I did wake him up before I killed him. I wanted him to see my face as I plunged the knife into his body, creating a bloody phone sex mess of his bed. I let him know why I killed him. The guy didn’t even remember meeting me. And I can’t imagine he meets many Goth girls hanging out in preppy bars. What a fucking loser.

A dead loser now. His daddy apparently is a circuit court judge in town. I left no DNA at the scene, and I have no connection to him other than a five-minute exchange at a bar months ago. I think his father will push the false narrative I created about this being personal. Hell, they might even blame one of the many people who likely hate the judge. Sins of the father and all. I always kill the people I wish dead. I just don’t kill them in the heat of the moment. And I make a bad ass accomplice too.

I’m an Official Member of the Bad Babysitter Phone Sex Club

babysitter phone sexBeing part of the bad babysitter phone sex club, I find enjoyable. Honestly, desperate couples hire anybody. I have several different profiles on babysitting sites and I list myself as more of a last-minute babysitter. You know when plans fall through with the regular sitter, I can be the fill in. My profile comes with excellent fake references that can be verified. And pictures of me looking drastically different from my normal platinum blonde big titted looks.

When Oliver called me, he told me he wanted a boy butt this time. Last time he hired me, we took a little girl cherry. He loved it so much. But now he wants to try a young boy ass. I don’t judge. All I do is take their money and find them the little victims of their choice.

And I searched for a few days, then saw an ad to watch a young boy that fit my client’s wants. Now I don’t book every job I apply for, but I book most of them. And after a lengthy vetting process, this couple hired me to be their relief babysitter.

This Sexy Babe Enjoys Being a Naughty Babysitter

And last night, my client used a young boy as his private ass rape porn star. Like always, I drugged the boy’s warm milk that he drinks before bedtime. That would ensure he would sleep through the action. And with boys it seems much easier to hide evidence of an assault. If I’m your accomplice, I will take care of all the cleanup. Once the boy appeared knocked out cold, I put a tarp under his body for easy cleanup. Never need to worry about cum stains on the sheets or their mattress.

And after he fucked that little boy ‘s ass, I gave the boy a douche to flush out the DNA. Now his butt did look battered. That happens when a grown man fucks a young boy’s butt. Or a young girl’s butt. But I have explanations for everything. The boy woke up constipated, and he struggled to poop. But he finally did, and that will explain his sore butthole when he wakes up.

Some Men Prefer a Tight Butthole and I Never Judge

A boy that age can’t articulate to his parents that he’s constipated. Plus, a young boy gets up in the middle of the night to use the bathroom and rarely remembers it. Besides, if anybody gets suspicious, they’ll be looking for a babysitter who’s a ghost. She does not exist. I know people. Traveling in the snuff world that I do, I’ve made many contacts including ones who know how to erase my online presence and supply me with enough fake IDs to take care of all the men who want to fuck some young little girl or a boy.

I’m the perfect accomplice phone sex partner. Truly I am. My client enjoyed fucking that boy ass for a solid hour. Then he left and I cleaned up the mess. Parents came home and found their little angel still sleeping soundly. They paid me and I left. I don’t babysit for the money that the parents paid me. However, I do babysit for the money, the clients who want to fuck a young girl or boy pay me. None of these brats will ever remember what happened to them. And the parents, if they even get suspicious that something nefarious happened on my watch, can never find me.

Mutilation Phone Sex With Scalpels And Acid

Mutilation phone sexMutilation phone sex makes you crave blood, I will be your accomplice whore today, going out to find  the perfect victim, a young innocent virgin, what better place to look than the park, found the naive little slut in record time, not even ten minutes and she is in the back seat, screaming and begging for her mommy.  

By the time we get back to Masters dungeon the little cunt soiled herself, her pretty pink dress all soiled and wet, shaking with fear, a face full of tears. 

Stop your fucking whining, you should not have talked to strangers I spat! Making her scream louder, a punch to the face and a little hair pulling finally shut her fucking mouth. 

Running her a scorching hot bath to get her all cleaned up and ready to be mutilated, the bath was far too hot which made her cry yet again,  

 I’ve already sharpened my knife and scalpel, everything laid out bedside, once out the bath she is tied up to the bed, spread eagle and naked, her little hairless pussy so plump and puffy. 

Her panties stuffed in her mouth to muffle her screams, Master instructs me to spread her pussy lips, carve your initials on her belly, slice her little pussy lips off, her tiny clit too. 

Don’t dry the blood let it run out of her, it will be my lubricant Master growls, as he strips naked and strokes his cock, I apply a sharp studded cock ring on his massive cock, preparing him to shred what’s left of her cunt. 

Now it’s play time! I better go get the acid in the barrel, when Master is done I get to dismember her little lifeless body and dump each piece in acid to get rid of her for good! 

Snuff Sex Whore Who Surrendered to the Best Demonic Sodomy

I’m Geneva, the Snuff Sex whore who surrendered to Demonic sodomy and swung in the Village Square.
It started when I sold my tight little holes in the back alleys long before the devil claimed me. First, I discovered the dark pleasure of sodomy and never looked back.
Moreover, every thick cock that stretched my greedy ass felt like pure demonic fire. Consequently, I begged strangers to ruin me harder, deeper, and filthier, moaning like the possessed whore I had become. “Fuck my sinful ass until I scream for Satan himself!” I cried, and they always obeyed.
However, the village finally caught me. Soon, the elders dragged me naked into the square while hundreds of men and their grown sons watched. Furthermore, they sentenced me to public sodomy as punishment before the rope.

Snuff Sex and Sodomy Are My Demise

Next, they bent me over the wooden platform and took turns with me. One after another, they rammed their cocks balls-deep into my ass while I laughed and begged for more.
“Use your little fuck whore! Fill this demonic cunt with every drop!” I screamed as load after load flooded my guts. As a result, cum poured down my thighs in thick rivers. In fact, I came so hard my legs shook while they passed me around like a cheap rag doll.
Finally, they looped the noose around my slender neck. I felt the rough rope tighten, and then the trapdoor dropped.
In the end, my neck snapped with a loud crack. Leaving my body to swing limp and lifeless in the center of the square. All while every man and son who had just used me stepped forward again.
They stroked themselves over my dangling corpse.  Ultimately, painting my dead tits, my broken face, and my still-leaking ass with fresh ropes of jizz. Now my lifeless body hung there for hours, dripping with the cum of the entire village.
I am Geneva, the little fuck whore who embraced demonic sodomy and paid with my life. Even in death, my ruined holes and cum-soaked skin served as the ultimate warning — and the ultimate thrill for every man who watched me swing.
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Extreme Cock and Ball Torture Sex Ensures Justice is Served

torture sexExtreme cock and ball torture sex brings me so much pleasure. A lot of people believe that sexual predators should get the death penalty. Well at least if they’re preying on little girls or boys, they advocate for the death penalty. And don’t get me wrong. I love killing predators. However, I think living a life with strong urges you can never act on again seems like a more fitting form of punishment.

So, I like to mutilate the junk of sexual predators. Ruin their chances of ever preying on somebody again. Let’s face it. The justice system is fucking slow. And full of corruption and stupidity. People get off all the time for committing serious crimes. Plus, people get convicted all the time for other people’s crimes too. So, I’m a female vigilante. I take care of people who fall through the cracks.

I read a story recently in the newspaper about a local guy with a laundry list of sexual crimes committed against young girls. However, the arresting officer fucked up and didn’t give him his Miranda rights. And that alone set him free. He doesn’t even need to register as a sex offender. But everybody knows he did it. So, I decided he deserved castration phone sex more than anybody else.

I got my young ingénue to set the trap for him. She goes to school with one of the girls he force fucked. So, I knew she could lure him away. She’s gifted. And she becomes more gifted by the day under my tutelage. She lured him back to my dungeon. And I laid in wait.

Sometimes, When the Courts Fail, I Take Justice Into My Own Hands

The look on his face when he realized a schoolgirl duped him seemed priceless. I subdued him and got him on the exam table. I acquired a metal slab table that they use in morgues. Easy cleanup. I gave my young accomplice a scalpel and a knife. Then I told her to carve his junk however she saw fit.

I’m a training a future generation of vigilante women. She carved her name into his dick. Then she made little slices on his balls. At first, I thought she wanted to make as many little slices as she could to cause as much pain as possible.

But she did something wicked that I’ve never even done. She peeled the skin off his balls like his testicles were apples. Once she peeled the thin layer of skin covering his balls, she grabbed some rubbing alcohol and poured it on the exposed flesh. He almost experienced a heart attack on my table from the pain. If I had not strapped him down, he would’ve jumped right off the table.

Eventually, she removed his balls with a knife. When she took them off, they looked like bloody disco balls. But she neutered him. Mutilation phone sex will protect generations of women to come. And serve as justice. I might be mentoring a girl with more evil tendencies than me. And I didn’t think that was possible.

Fuck this Bloody Phone Sex Hooker on her Period!

Bloody Phone Sex

Fuck this Bloody Phone Sex Hooker on her Period!

Fucking this pussy raw and with so much force, you make me bleed even more!

Crimson streaks already smearing my inner lips, my pussy swollen and glistening with period flow.

Luring you here, promising the dirtiest ride of your life.

“Fuck this messy cunt. Make it hurt so good.”

More blood seeps out around your shaft.

Your cock emerges slick and red, streaked with my cycle, hot as my pussy.

The assault makes gushes of blood come out in every thrust.

Sliding down my ass crack and making a naughty mess on the sheets.

My swollen tits bouncing, my nipples hardening from every pound into my cervix.

Fuck me harder and harder, Daddy.

Don’t stop until you fucked all the blood out!

 

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Accomplice Phone Sex Slut Rena Brings You Fuck Toys

accomplice phone sexAccomplice Phone Sex when you get a message about the new fuck toy you brought his cock.  Here is one that I found from awhile back that was so hot.

She gasped as I filled her up, feeling every inch of my thick cock inside her. I began to thrust slowly, savoring the feeling of her tightness around me. She moaned and writhed beneath me, her small breasts jiggling with each movement. I reached down and pinched her nipples, watching as she arched her back in pleasure.

“You like that, don’t you?” I asked, my voice rough with lust. She nodded, her eyes closed tightly as she focused on the sensations coursing through her body. I picked up the pace, fucking her harder and faster, feeling her walls clenching around me.

As we reached our climax together, I pulled out and shot my hot cum all over her stomach. She looked up at me, her face flushed with desire, and whispered, “What do I do now?”

“You’re my cum rag now,”  he replied, smirking. “You’ll clean up my cum and be ready for me whenever I want you.”

From that day forward , our taboo relationship blossomed. I would visit her every night, fucking her until she was exhausted and then leaving her to clean up the mess. She became my personal sex slave, always eager to please and ready for more. And as for the young friends she had, I had a plan for them too.

One day, while they were playing in the backyard, I snuck into their house and kidnapped them. I brought them to my neighbor’s house, where I had set up a makeshift dungeon in her basement. I tied them up and gagged them, leaving them at my mercy. When my neighbor girl arrived home, I told her what I had done.

“You have two choices,”  he said, his voice cold and menacing. “You can either help me or I’ll let them suffer. It’s up to you.”

I  knew what he expected of me, and without hesitation, i agreed. We both undressed the young girls and began to pleasure them, showing them what it meant to be a good sex slave. As they moaned and squirmed beneath his touch, I couldn’t help but feel a sense of satisfaction knowing that they would soon join me in this twisted world.

From that day forward, my neighbor girl became an accomplice in my dark fantasies, helping me kidnap and train young girls to be my personal playthings. And every night, she would eagerly await my arrival, ready to take my cock and serve as my cum rag once again.

Revenge Killer Phone Sex Fantasies Make Me Wet

killer phone sexI would not call myself a cold stone killer phone sex babe. For most of my life men treated me like nothing more than a submissive slave. It got ingrained in me at an early age that I lacked any power. But somewhere along the line, I became a switch. Maybe with age I got wiser. But I think I got a taste for inflicting pain, not necessarily on other girls, but definitely on men.

I certainly possess killer revenge fantasies. Not a day goes by that I do not fantasize about killing or castrating the men from my youth who abused me and that includes my dad. However, I think my biggest revenge fantasy remains killing my mother. What do they call that, matricide?

If my mother never left me alone with my father, likely, my life would’ve turned out differently. Maybe I would be married with a family and a normal job. Who knows. She took away a lot of my options leaving me with a man she knew would abuse me.

Revenge Kills Feel So Satisfying

Sometimes, these wicked dreams of torture sex creep into my mind while I sleep. And last night I dreamt that I ran into my mother, and after all these decades, she didn’t recognize me. She couldn’t even see the resemblance. In my dream, I encountered my mother at my local coffee shop going for a fix. I saw her there with a wedding ring on her finger, sipping her coffee like she did not have a care in the world. I saw that rock. She married well.

In my fantasy, I approached her about being her daughter, and she just laughed at me, cocked her head, and told me to fuck off. But I could tell from the nervous energy that she just lied to me. So, I apologize for mistaking her for somebody else and left. But I didn’t really leave. I hid in my car until she came out and I followed her home.

Broke into her home, grabbed the biggest knife in the kitchen I could find, went into her bedroom and stabbed her 100 times. Overkill. The type of murder that the police would focus on somebody close to her. Even though I took some jewelry and stuff to stage it like a robbery, I did not feel confident that the police would suspect a robbery. But I couldn’t help it. My rage came out with each stab and before long I overkilled her.

Sometimes, The Accomplice Wants to Kill Solo

I know better than that too. As the accomplice, I’ve honed my skills that keep me flying under the radar. A seasoned accomplice knows how to stage the scene. But I let my emotions get the better of me.

And a violent phone sex kill felt deserving for the mother who abandoned me and didn’t care that her husband would abuse his daughter in her absence. As police circled in on me, I woke up thankfully. My heart raced. Such a vivid dream that it felt real. I honestly thought I killed my mother.

But that dream made me want to do it more. So, I’m signing up for one of those DNA online things thanks to my dream. I know I can’t make it look like overkill. Even though the murder of my mother feels so personal, I will kill her. And I will kill her in such a way that will ensure that I evade suspicion. The bitch deserves to die. And thanks to my dream I’ve made it my mission to find my mother and kill her for the years of abuse I suffered in her absence.

Evil phone sex whore Stephanie wants to play

evil phone sex

 

I’m tired of being teased with vanilla roleplay scenes that leave me wet and wanting more.

Tell me your most sick and evil phone sex fantasies so that my cunt can gush and squirt.

If you don’t already know, I’m one fucked up slut.

The most twisted and deranged fantasies can’t even come close to the thoughts that run through my evil mind.

I have constant thoughts of inflicting the most insane amounts of pain on my victims.

I’m not talking about whips, chains and force fucking.

My cunt gets wet to the scenes that have me slicing bitches up and feeding their organs to you.

Force fucking them is fun and all but only if I get to rip their cunt and ass into one giant, gaped hole.

Whores like me love extreme scenes like the ones that have me snapping bones, bashing teeth out and leaving my victims in a bloodbath.

I know you have a victim in mind or you wouldn’t be shopping for an accomplice slut to help you.

Tell me the details so that we can get our plan together.

Men hire me all the time to be their special, little helper.

My last victim screamed so much that I had to cut her tongue out to shut her up.

I threatened to slit her throat if she didn’t chew it up and swallow it.

After I cut all of her fingertips and toes off, I sliced off her eyelids and lips.

Each piece that I cut off of that bitch went into her mouth where I stuffed it down her throat.

Keeping her alive was never a concern of mine so I didn’t take it easy on her.

I mutilated her in every way that I was told to, plus more!

We left her ripped open, shredded apart and unrecognizable.

If details from stories like that make your dick hard, then give me a call.

I want to tell you the details that are too graphic to write about.