You my Love, have a fantastic flare for the dramatic. When you asked me if I wanted to go out on your airboat I was all for it. I have always wanted to go on one. You said you had to go and get some stuff for our adventure and to meet you back at your place later that day. You left, and I left. You texted me and told me that you were ready. I made my way over. When I stepped onto the boat I saw a camera, a camera pod and a couple of burlap bags that were wiggling around.
I asked you what was in the bags and you said, “Gator bait.” I was sort of excited to see an Alligator in the wild, as I had never seen one. We pulled up to what I would call a ‘shack’. It looked like shit, my excitement waned a bit. You asked me if I had enjoyed the ride out, I said yes then asked what we were doing here. You told me to go inside.
I walked in and there was a pretty nice bed in the shack, a sofa, lighting, a sound system, and what looked like a rack of different costumes. I had no clue what the fuck was going on. You brought in the camera, tri-pod, and the bags, that were still wiggling around like mad. You smiled and asked me if I was ready. I said, “Sure?” You grinned, went over the bed and dumped out the first sack. I thought you had chickens or some other sort of small animal in there, but certainly not the type of mammal that fell out of the bags.
I asked you were you got these, and you said that that was your secret. I looked down at them. They were small, rags stuffed into their mouths, then duct tape over that, chubby hands and chubby ankles tied tightly. Their eyes filled with unshed tears. They were looking up at me. They were so scared they were trembling. You came out and had a hood on and your ink was completely covered over. You told me that you wanted me to work the camera, that the people who you work for needed new content. You showed me what to do then walked around to the bed.
I made sure I had you in focus and you began. The minute you ripped the duct tape off, and removed the rags, the screaming started and it didn’t stop until they were too damaged to make any loud noises. Their breath was coming in shallow waves. You came up behind me and pulled me outside. You told me very quietly that I was to follow you with the camera.
I did as you said to do. You took them outside, one by one you pierced through their abdomen with a huge hook, then you slapped one by one into the dark murky water. Then you dangled them over the water, allowing their blood to drip down into the darkness In no time at all a gator was jumping up to take the bait. It was one of the most amazing things I have ever seen. One by one you feed the Gator.
After you were done you told me that the Gator came around ever since you started to come here because it knew it would get fed. You asked me if I had a good time, I told you, “Hell yes!” We packed up everything, got on the boat and left. You told me that I had an open invitation to join you and help film anytime I wanted. I plan on taking you up on your kind offer, not just once, but many times.
What are your taboo phone sex fantasies? I have far too many to share, but I bet we have similar interests. Maybe for different reasons, but I bet you like young whores too? You may like them so you can shove your hard cock in their hairless pussies and pink puckered asses, but I like them to carve up their tender age flesh and eventually snuff them out. There are no worse years for girls than their young teen years. Think mean girls. Young girls are desirable to fuck because of their age and everything on their bodies is shiny and tight. They are hell on wheels to other girls, however. Old, young, same age, most women have had a negative encounter with a hot teen slut. I love killing them. A young teen girl is never missed because there is another one waiting to take her place. I am your perfect accomplice phone sex partner. I can lure those mean girls right to your dick. You get to fuck the shit out of their young cunts and tight assholes. You can blow all the DNA you want in them and on them because when it is my turn, there won’t even be flesh left for a forensic team to uncover any DNA. Bones would be the only thing left and they will be spread all over the place. If you have rape fantasies about young girls, then you need me to kill them for you once you have had your fun.
