I love being an accomplice phone sex partner. In the world of submissive slaves, I paid my dues. I worked myself up the food chain and have earned the right to help you kill and torture little sluts. Some guys even hire me to procure them a tender age slut. As a woman, I can lure a girl to her demise much more easily than a man. Girls lack the same stranger danger feel for women that they do for men. I am here helping men fuck little girls because of that. Over the weekend, I helped Stan. As a slave, I watched masters, even my own father, trap young girls and do very bad things to them. I know what I am doing. For almost 20 years, I sat back, watched, and learned. Now, I am in the driver’s seat. I brought Stan, Ashley. She was this cute little raven-haired beauty queen. She resembled his niece who has been cock teasing him since she was in diapers. He likes to watch the little Miss Sunshine girls. He books hotel rooms where little beauty pageants occur and watches the little contestants strut their stuff. I made his dark fantasy of exploring rape phone sex fantasies with one cum true. I posed as a pageant parent, kidnapped one and brought her back to this seedy by the hour motel where Stan was waiting. His dick was already hard from the anticipation. I had her drugged and dressed in her gown and a tiara on her head. She was a cutie. He was balls deep in her virginal cunnie when she woke up crying. I gave her a hot shot and she passed out again. Turns out I overdosed her. I am still learning my drug dosages. He got to fuck his beauty queen and explore his more morbid sex with dead bodies fantasies, and I got paid. I ditched her lifeless body in a field 100 miles away from the crime scene. Her body likely will never be found and if it is, her death will be penned on some P man on the registry. I am a great accomplice.
Category: Fantasy phone sex
Be The Devil Inside Of Me
Have you been ruined by the rules of society and the Christian masses? Did the normie’s infiltrate your brain and tell you to praise Jesus and go to church every Sunday? Are you ready to be broken down and taken on a journey to the darkest most demented demonic place? A place so dank and blasphemous that it reeks of filth and bile?
Welcome to my disgusting soul, where anything goes as long as it rebukes all that is holy and sacred to the pious populace. No crosses, crucifixes or other false idols will offer you any protection from the depths of my devilish depravity. But don’t worry, you’re going to fucking love it!
Ever have bloody butt sex on a church pew? I know a quaint little sanctuary in need of some salacious activity and I can tell the preacher likes to watch. I’ve been following him and his family for a while now. He’s definitely the type who wants to see some dark deviants defile the sanctity of his rectory and house of worship. We could just break into his little cottage and terrorize his whole dumb family.
His prudish wife needs to be taught a lesson. I’d like to milk your cock while the whole Christ loving clan watches until you shoot your load all over the pages of the bible, then make that bible beating bitch lick up every bit of it. Doesn’t the thought of her being tied up and forced to suck jizz off of John 3:16 in front of her frightened family sound like just the most fun? Then you can just take turns butt fucking all of us at your whim and whimsy until you are satisfied with your work.
I just want to see your eyes go black with lust and hear the beast behind your grunts as you fuck and backslide your way toward the dark side. Then I’ll know the demon has it’s gnarled claws sunk deep into you, too.
Snuff Porn Sunday
Snuff porn Sundays are a thing with my stepson and me. My husband is watching sports all day and I go visit his boy. My husband thinks my relationship with his son is maternal. It is nothing of the sort. I go to visit him so I can get some free coke. Well, I guess it is not really free because I have to work for it. And his relationship to me is out of necessity. He needs me. I am his cash cow. I am his 911 call because if he needs money, I can help him make it. He needed money. I needed coke. We helped each other out early this morning. When I arrived, I knew the drill. I knew I would have to subject myself to his violence. Today was a bit different. He had another woman tied to a chair waiting for me. I was not sure what was going to happen, but I was nervous. Since she was tied to the chair, my guess was she was not there to hurt me. He was going to abuse two hot milfs at once. He started on her, and what he did made me nauseated. He burned her flesh. First, with cigarettes. Then with a hot poker from the fire place. The Bitcoin sounds were going crazy. He was making bank. What was he going to do to me? Her flesh was peeling off her body. He was going to kill her. He has never killed a woman before. At least not to my knowledge. Then suddenly, he untied me and told me to pick up a poker. It was not a choice. I could tell if I was not his accomplice phone sex partner, I would be tortured to death too. The Bitcoins were on fire and so was this woman. I felt guilty and sick to my stomach over what I did. My stepson is a murderer and I helped him. But I survived and I got coke.
Deadly Romance Dancing
The blood that was pouring down her face made my cunt soaking wet Then again, that’s what he loved about me. My lover and I were cozy, the year 1985. We were snuggled up in the back of my Daddy’s bar and the dumb bitch who’d been flirting with my boyfriend was hanging by her ankles with coals on her feet. She had blood pouring in rivers down her face and she was screaming and begging for help. James was fingering my Garden of Eden with such a delicate urgency it nearly made me cum right then and there. But the show was only just beginning.
I took out my cattle prod, and I started zapping at her nipples, her hips, that sensitive little clit. And when she screamed too much for my liking, I simply bent over and cut out her tongue. It wiggled on the ground for a moment before it realized it was dead, and James and I danced around it with the violent, pleading shrieks of this bitch being our beautiful Air Supply. I could feel how hard he was, and I sank to my knees with my mouth open and eager. This was going to be a bloody Valentines Day to remember.
I Woke Up Naughty
Daddy’s evil angel is feeling a little naughty this morning. Unsure what my dirty evil mind is wanting to do. Perhaps you also woke up wanting to have taboo fun. What should we do today? Forcing a few co-eds into the van and driving to a secluded cabin? Some torture and forced penetration? Drugging them and binding them? Hmmm…. The possibilities are endless in our pursuit of gratification. I think maybe we should open a center for troubled youth. Indoctrinate them into servitude. Don’t worry baby, my sweet innocent face can convince even the most cynical of my good intentions. Drug addicts from the streets, little tykes from their crack head mother’s. Those will become our play toys. To use as we see fit. Making them perform the most perverted sex acts upon us or just using them as our own punching bag. This hot little evil angel needs your help. My pussy is throbbing and needing some dark fantasies to rub one off too. Get your cock out and start stroking and give me a call, I can’t wait to hear all the depraved ideas that you have for us today.
Used Jail Slut
Waking up in a jail cell is never fun, but waking up in a jail cell with several different cocks in your face while naked is scarier! How the fuck did I get here? I can’t ask questions or even scream because I have a black cock choking me, down my throat! They pushed my legs up above my head and began licking my ass hole and my pussy! I still can’t scream with a huge cock in my mouth and can’t run away because I’m held down and locked in! You can barely hear my scream through the cock in my throat as another cock is shoved into my dry shit hole! The rest of the night I’m used up by seven different cocks!
Dating a Taboo Phone Sex Whore
When you are a taboo phone sex whore, guys call you for all sorts of dark things. When you are dating a man who finds out you work for a snuff line, the same is true. I have been seeing Alex for a few weeks now. We met in a fetish club, so he knew I had some kinks I like to explore. When I told him about my job, he did not freak out. Most men freak out when they find out I do phone sex. They do not want to hear a thing. Alex wanted to know everything. He wanted to hear what men’s most violent fantasies were. He asked about how wet I get on snuff sex calls. He asked me if I would ever meet one of my callers. I explained that we sign a contract for our safety and the safety of the company not to meet anyone. He then asked me if I could meet any of my callers, who would it be. I thought it was a trick question, so I assured him there was no one I talk to that I would want to meet. Then his entire demeanor changed. He got this angry look in his eye, and he punched in the face. My nose and lip started bleeding. I was shocked. Then a nightmare unfolded before my eyes. He was a caller. Not a recent one, and one honestly, I had forgotten about because he was a tad obsessed. He stalked me, found out where I lived, and set me up. He was angry I did not remember him fondly and that I would not want to meet him. My new boyfriend was a psycho killer. His hands were around my throat squeezing so hard, I thought I might puke. I passed out instead. I woke up on a burning bed, screaming for my life. Pleading for my life, but he just sat there with sad eyes and a psychotic smile watching me burn to death.
Home Invasion Phone Sex Fantasy
Home invasion phone sex calls get me wet. I hate to be aroused by such dark fantasies, but I am. The reoccurring one is that I am a single mother asleep at night and an intruder forces my sons to fuck me while he watches at gun point. Sick, I know. Like, what kind of mother does that make me. It makes me a coked up mommy whore. I told this guy I get high with my fantasy. We were both fucked up and telling tales. I did not for a moment think he would take what I said literally and try to do something about it. Hell, I did not think he would even remember. Last night, I was asleep in my bed. I was home alone though because my sons and my husband are on a ski trip. The boys are out of school all week because of the below zero temperatures, so my husband thought it would be a great time to take advantage of the nearby slopes. I do not ski. Me and cold weather do not get along at all. I heard a noise and thought maybe they came home early. I went into to living room expecting to see my husband, but I saw Mike the junkie I got high with the other day. He was not alone. He brought several men and they jumped me as soon as I made eye contact with them. They ripped my clothes off and burned them. Luckily, they did not catch the house on fire. They called me a fire crotch because of my flaming red hair even though I have a bald pussy. It was a gangbang rape porn. My sons were not there, but all these other dudes were calling me mommy. It was violent and brutal. One guy pulled my arm so hard he dislocated my shoulder. I was battered, bruised and bloodied by the time they left. Let this be a warning. Do not tell a junkie your fantasy.
Murder, Mayhem & a Slutty Cunt
Murder, Mayhem and a slutty cunt are the makings for a horror movie, but it’s my life. As a snuff whore I make it barely out of the weekend alive. It’s totally true that I love to be destroyed, over and over again. I live the life of a dark and filthy overture that is on an endless loop. Some days it feels like a death loop to be real. I wish I did die some of these nights of pure and utter horror. The burning of my cunt when I pee after it being destroyed and looking like ground beef. I fucking swear it practically makes me need to rub one out as I pee in such delirious pain.
My tits get bruised and bloodied. My lips are swollen and a black and blue eye stairs back at me in the bathroom mirror as I see my hair matted with jizz. I am a walking fuck doll after a frat party of hormone high and drunk fraternity boys. They would bash me about and take their turns on me. Every hole left ripped, gaped and jizzed in. I will smell like cheap beer, urine ass and cum. This is my reality and it’s 99% of the time caught on film.
Pain giving Killer phone sex
Killer phone sex Pain giver Jezabel wishes to hurt you badly. Are you a pain piggy for the ultimate destruction? Need to be beat and shoved full of cock for a mistress with no limits on the pain she gives? I bet you have death fantasies that get you off. Need to be strung up like a side of beef and cut hundreds of times until you bleed out on the floor? Can you time you cum load to the death scene we prepare? That takes a lot of work considering you never know when the final kill will be! Pain p i g g y here pain piggy. Your cock doesn’t deserve to be on your body very much longer. How much are you paying your mistress every year she lets you have your cock? And when are you going to get tired of paying her and just lop it off? I hope at least one of my pain sluts call me on the night of cock destruction from that real life mistress. And I do hope you leave your dick and sanity at the door when I’m done with you! I have murder phone sex fantasies of killing and destroying you inch by inch!