Fantasy phone sex lines like mine let you explore your dark side. There is nothing illegal about our thoughts. I love talking to perverts who like naturally bald pussies. I talked to a guy late last night who was driving around in his car peeking into people’s windows. He had some wicked home invasion fantasies that got my pussy wet thinking about being his accomplice. He went by this one house with a huge bay window. He could see the family in the living room. He described an idyllic family, like something straight out of a Norman Rockwell painting. When I was a little girl, I always wished I had that kind of family. He described a pretty mom with a handsome husband and what appeared to be fraternal twins, a boy and a girl. They were likely still school age. He parked across the side of the road and called me for a home invasion phone sex fantasy while he jacked off watching the family he was fantasizing about. That really turned me on. We pretended that I was with him. It was dark, but it was early still. We pretended that the family he was jacking off to was asleep. We broke in through the basement door. My partner shot the husband. His blood and brain matter splattered on his wife who was now screaming. I dragged her out of bed and ripped her clothes off her body. I shoved her dirty panties in her mouth to muffle her cries. I tied her up so my partner could fuck her. I went and got the brats. I tied them up, but after I stripped them naked. We were going to explore our rape phone sex fantasies for those young teens. My partner fucked the wife, then he came to help me fuck the son and the daughter. It was a hot fantasy. And knowing that he was outside their home watching them and jacking his cock in his car made our role play even hotter.
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Fantasy Phone Sex Lines Let You Explore Your Darkest Thoughts
Snuff Phone Sex Fantasies are Strongest During Holidays
The holidays bring out our snuff phone sex fantasies. People are full of rage and arousal over the holidays and that can lead to some hot fucking role plays. It is not all role play for me, however. I am a dark bitch. A Goth girl with a dark side. I was chatting with his guy I met at a Goth bar over the weekend. He told me how he was constantly cock teased by his neighbor girl. I asked him to describe her to me and with his words, he painted the perfect picture of a little cock tease who needed to die. I was the right person to confess his dirty thoughts too. After some strong shots, I had him convinced that we should make a snuff porn with the little slut. I told him the best Christmas gift he could give himself would be her little pussy around his dick. I egged him on, like I do. I will always be that devil on your shoulder convincing you to do nasty things to little sluts. We could not use his actual neighbor girl because if I am your accomplice, I keep you safe. We found a surrogate for her. A little lookalike slut in a trailer park who lived hours away from where he lives. She was out at night in the trailer park playground. No one was around. She was ripe for the taking. I snatched her up quickly. I disarmed her with chloroform. When she woke up, she was naked in a cabin in the woods getting fucked by a grown man. He called her Gretchen because that was the name of the little neighbor girl. I filmed the teen rape porn for him as a Christmas gift. I like him. He is a perverted man. I got rid of the body for him. In the mountains where I have my kill shack, it is easy to get rid of evidence. I just feed the remains to the bears and the coyotes. What do you say? Feel like going hunting for your Christmas gift?
Violent Phone Sex Fantasies Can Cum True with a Druggy Whore
Do you have violent phone sex fantasies? I bet you do. Every man I have met does. And often they act them out on me. I am usually either too fucked up to fight them or too desperate for a fix to do so. That means I am often getting fucked in a way I do not want. Like last night. I showed up at this flop house to score. I felt out of place. I just wanted coke and most of the folks in that place were shooting up smack or doing crack. I did not want to be there, but I was desperate for a fix. This Hispanic guy told me I did not have enough for the coke I wanted. I had $300, but I wanted more coke than $300 would by. He told me I looked good, unlike most of his clients. He made me an offer I could not refuse. I just needed to be his ass rape porn star for an hour or so. I agreed to do whatever he wanted. It could have killed me. In fact, it almost killed me. He did not just fuck my ass. He sodomized me with all kinds of objects, some of them looked pretty dirty, as in too dirty to go inside any of my fuck holes. He did not care. He was smoking meth which made him more violent. I thought about just saying forget our deal and fleeing while I still could. But my need for coke was stronger than my sense of self-preservation. After he was done sodomizing my ass with a rolling pin, he invited the men in the flop house to fuck my ass too. Now, I was a gangbang rape porn star for junkies. I felt so used, abused. I guess I was. My ass was gaped open and cum was dripping out of all my holes. I got my coke though.
Devil Face Suffocates and Chokes Me
I woke up dazed, drugged. My head was pounding, and I noticed that I couldn’t rub my head because my arms and legs were tied to the bed I was laying on. What could have happened? Who could have drugged me and brought me here? I turn my head to see a figure, sitting in a chair, presumably waiting for me to awaken. He has an average build and clothing, but he is wearing a red devil mask. I scream when I see him and keep screaming for someone to let me out of this place. The devil face says nothing, slowly grabs a plastic bag and put the bag over my face. I try to move my face away, but my restraints keep me from escape. I try to conserve my energy and control my air flow, but I am quickly losing oxygen. That’s when I start freaking out, shaking my head back and forth, screaming my head off and begging for mercy. When I felt like I was going to die from lack of air, the devil face took off the bag. I took a big, deep breath and coughed. I did not expect for the devil face to pull down my pants and panties, get on top of me and choke me. Then, he shoved his cock into my pussy. I tried to scream for help, but I couldn’t breathe. His cock was ripping my tight pussy apart with each stroke. The last thing I saw before I passed out was him cumming inside of my cunt.
Taboo Phone Sex Accomplice Cassandra Can Get You Any Young Girl
Taboo phone sex is what I do best. I was born for the seedy underworld of sex trafficking. I have a new gig with a notorious sex trafficker. He heard of my good work with my old master who I freelance for now. This is the sort of guy who I need to be careful around. One wrong move and I will end up buried with the fishes. But the money is too good to pass up. I procure the girls based on client requests. This guy has some super rich clients who have very specific requests like clean little white girls of a young age. A lot of trafficked women are older or not white. And most have been used up well and are strung out on drugs. I have an eye for talent and as a woman, I can lure young girls away easier than a man. I am a great accomplice phone sex partner. I am like Jeffrey Epstein’s side piece Giselle. The difference is that I am not sleeping with this guy. I am the hired help. I was asked to get a blonde angel, a schoolgirl who was clean, innocent and virginal. I found one at the mall who looked perfect. She was with a babysitter, who was easily distracted by a cute boy in the food court. I walked away with the girl. I was in disguise because as a stacked, platinum blonde, I stick out like a sore thumb. I made myself look less slutty. I took the girl to my new employer’s building where he stores the girls. He has done a good job of hiding girls in plan site. I met the client, and he was so impressed with what I brought him that he tipped me. I was not in the room when he fucked her, but I could hear her screaming. Virgins always cry. I used to feel badly about helping men explore their rape phone sex fantasies but not anymore. I am making too much money to care.
Can You Trust The Cum Loving Babysitter?
What makes you think that you can trust the babysitter phone sex whore you hired? Did she come with lots of references that you contacted or did you just hire her on the spot simply because she’s a hot piece of ass? You know I know the answer to that question. I gave you fake names and numbers, there’s no way you did your due diligence when you hired me. Why would you entrust your most prized possessions in the world with a complete and total stranger? Not smart, Mister.
I can’t tell you how many parents have irresponsibly let me into their homes and hired me to care for their crotch goblins. I’ve been duping dumbass moms and dads for years, I know how to seduce any man or woman into trusting me. It’s not my fault neither of you called any of my non-existent former employers to research my fabricated work history. Was it my pouty lips and come fuck me eyes that did it? It’s okay, no one can resist my feminine wiles, even other females. It’s how I get away with a lot of shit, actually.
Remember the first night I came over to babysit your brood and you and your wife came home super drunk? She went into the bedroom and passed out and I jerked you off in the living room while your little ones slept on the floor and couch around us. Remember that? That’s when I knew I could do whatever I wanted with you and you’d never say a word. Well, guess what. That very night, after you fell asleep right there where I made you blow your load, I went into your bedroom and ate your wife’s creamy cunt until she came all over my face. Bet you didn’t know that. Eating her box better than you ever could put her in my pocket, too. I’ve played the both of you like a fiddle this entire time.
Now, is it my fault that you two fuck pigs came home from a drunken night out to find that the your sweet little son and darling daughter are nowhere to be found? Where’s the dangerously beautiful babysitter who, in retrospect, you know nothing about? Who the hell was this “Tiffany” and who did she say she worked for, again? What will you tell the police? Are you going to mention all of the times we fucked in secret to them so they can put it in their reports? Lucky for you, your tots are just gone, though you’ll never track them down. You could’ve come home to find them in a cold and grimy heap on the blood soaked floor. Good luck getting that image out of your head. I did you a favor and, hopefully, taught you a kidnapping phone sex lesson about responsibility.
Kidnapping phone sex goes wrong so you punish me for it!
“I’m so sorry master! Please have mercy!” I knew this Kidnapping phone sex was going to turn into me being the victim the moment she pulled away and ran. She was so quick, and I slipped in the mud trying to wrangle this bucking bitch. Before I could get up you have my feet dangling in the air as you hold me up by a handful of my hair.
“You can’t do anything right can you you worthless slut!?” You scream as you toss me in the back of the car in the place where she was supposed to be. The look in your eyes let me know I was in for the time of my life. I knew there was no point in fighting, but if we can be honest, I know that is your favorite part, so I kicked and screamed and begged you not to take out your frustrations on me. You back hand me hard and blood flies across the back window and then you grabbed my throat and chocked me hard. My vision was closing in when I felt you rip my clothes off with your other hand.
I awaken gaged with a ball gage in my whore mouth and strung by my wrists to the ceiling. You have a flogged and I feel the sting across my round plum ass. “You had one fucking job!” You screamed as I felt the sting again. “Well, I guess I’ll have to use you as a replacement! Oh, and after this stunt you will be lucky if you make it out after alive! I may just end you the same way we talked about ending that slut. I may torture you with a red-hot knife so it cauterizes all your cuts! Keep you strung up there for days on end playing with you and mutilating you with all my friends! We will have to see where this ride takes us! but buckle up baby because this torture train is leaving the station. The smell of my burning flesh filled the room and my cunt started tingling at the thought of all the torture I was about to go through!
Gangbang Rape Porn in a BDSM Swinger’s Club
I was a gangbang rape porn star last night. It was not my intention. I was high and feeling wild, so I went to this underground sex club I recently heard about. I am not the kind of woman who needs a sex club. I get laid whenever I want, but I am always up for a new adventure. This was a new adventure. The club was packed, and it looked so elegant. Much different from the abandoned warehouses and back alleys I have fucked in before. I was not there to fuck. At least it was not my plan, but apparently, the guys there thought I was the hottest thing they had ever seen in the club. I saw some other women, but they were older and not as fit as me. It was a BDSM swingers club. I was there by myself, so that made me more vulnerable, I guess. Two young, buff men grabbed me and shoved me in a cage on stage. They got in the cage with me. They started ripping my clothes off. They had rape phone sex fantasies for this red headed slut. I was getting into it though. I had an audience, and these men were way hotter than any drug dealer who has fucked me too. I do not hang with a savory crowd. This swingers club was high end. They were still rough and kinky though. People were fucking watching me get fucked in a cage. It was like some surreal dream. A kinky dream, but it was all real. I will admit though, I enjoyed being watched like that. Women were blowing men and jacking them off as they watch me get fucked. The two studs were fucking me hard too. Double penetration, sometimes two in the same hole at once. I was being an ass rape porn star for a bunch of dirty couples. That was new to me. Once the studs were done dumping their seed into my asshole, they invited the other guys up on stage to join the fun. Now, it was a gang bang. They were rough too. No lube but the cum. I was a hot mess when it was over, but I did have fun. I will be back to that club again.
Snuff Porn With a Little Girl is What You Need for Christmas
Snuff porn is what you need for Christmas. Think about it. How hot would it be to have your own snuff film with a victim of your choice. That is what I offer men. I am still submissive to men, but I am a free agent now. And what I have done is found a niche that makes me valuable to men. As an accomplice, I can help you act on your dark fantasies, especially the ones for little girls. Think how hot it would be to have your own brat porn that you can watch over and over. I have been perfecting my technique. I got some help recently from an old friend. I film you exploring your rape phone sex fantasies with a super young girl. Now, I do not stream it. I do not film it with any device that is connected to the Internet. I have an old 80s style video camera. I can burn the video to a CD, and you can watch it on your computer, or better yet a portable DVD player that has no chance of you accidentally downloading it to your hard drive. I am a smart accomplice. P men get caught all the time because of the Internet. I use old school technology to keep us both safe. I helped Theo last week abuse his niece in her princess bed. He was babysitting her and he contacted me for help. He is a friend of a friend. I helped him make a special cocktail to put her to sleep and erase her memory. I helped him record his teen rape porn so he can jack off to it for years to come. I helped him clean her up and wash the linens afterwards so there was no sign of obvious foul play. I do not miss being the one abused all the time. Sure, I like some pain with my sex, but being the evil accomplice is so much more fun. It is profitable too.
Castration Phone Sex Season is Here
This the season for castration phone sex. I love castrating men for the holidays. It is almost the end of the year. And no better way to ring in a new year than to say goodbye to your jingle balls. Balls are overrated if you ask me. I think men see them as an entitlement instead of the privilege that they are. They should be a privilege that men use for good, but balls make men stupid. Alex got stupid. His hormones took over and he crossed a line he could not bounce back from. Not with me at least. The moment he tried to fuck me after I gave him a clear no, I was certain his balls needed whacked. I went back to his place with him which I rarely do. But I was in a mood to castrate, and he was the perfect victim. A slave to his hormones. A man who thinks women must fuck him if he gives them any attention. I was doing women everywhere a favor. He never saw it coming. I made him think I had a change of heart and wanted to fuck him after all. As if I would ever do that. The poor bastard thought I was going to suck his cock and instead I cut his balls off. I guess he was not cool with torture sex, LOL. He started screaming and trying to attack me, but he was bleeding everywhere. He got dizzy and passed out. I cauterized the wound while he was passed out on his living room floor. I should have let him bleed out and die. He was a jack ass. But I wanted him to live with the constant reminder of what happens to predators. I am an old school revenge bitch. Killing is fun and necessary, but I always enjoy making a loser remember his transgressions and preventing any more from occurring. I am a bad ass taboo phone sex bitch. I will take your balls for looking at me wrong.












