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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.

Cheap Phone Sex with Layla and Her Secret Raw Fuck Sessions

Cheap Phone SexI’m huddled in the corner of this damp basement, flinching every time I hear a heavy footstep on the floorboards above my head. Offering cheap phone sex is the only flickering bit of light I have left in this hellhole, and I’m using these few minutes of silence to find someone who wants to hear what it’s really like down here. My skin is cold, my wrists are raw from the rusted chains, and I’m shaking so hard I can barely hold the phone steady against my ear.

 I don’t have the luxury of acting like a princess; I’m a woman who has been broken down to nothing, and now I’m just a piece of property waiting for the next man to decide what he wants to do with me. I’m giving you the ultimate intense fuck session of your life because, at this point, the pain is the only thing that makes me feel like I’m still breathing.

I wasn’t always this hollowed out version of a person, but life has a way of stripping everything away until you’re just a body. I remember when my husband first sold me off just to catch his next high; I fought like a wild animal at first, but you can only take so many hits to the ribs before you learn to stay down. Now, I keep my eyes glued to the concrete floor and I do exactly what I’m told without a single word of protest. 

My pussy is constantly swollen, bruised, and aching from the way these guys use me like a communal rag, but I’ve learned to find a sick kind of comfort in the weight of them. I’m the secret they keep locked away, the one they pass around until I’m covered in their filth and left to rot until the next round starts. That’s the kind of raw, unfiltered energy I’m bringing to this call. 

I want to tell you exactly how it feels when they pile on top of me, and how the only thing that keeps me going is the heavy protein I’m forced to swallow just to stay upright. I want to describe the grit of the floor against my back and the way I submit like a good little bitch because I know what happens if I don’t. I’m not looking for a hero; I’m looking for someone who wants to hear the truth about what it’s like to be owned.

I can hear them coming back now, the heavy boots getting closer to the door. I’m wide awake, I’m terrified, and I’m desperate for you to pick up before they take the phone away again. Call me now while I still have a voice.

Evil phone sex the smell of burning flesh makes my pussy drip

 

Evil phone sex with your favorite little goth princess is always a thrill! I have no limits when it comes to my pussy and the activities that make me wet! What can I say I am a dark evil little bitch! The sight of blood makes my pussy gush! Nothing more fun than having a little victim to torture! Branding has become a newfound pleasure of mine! Nothing better than hearing that sizzle and the smell of their flesh burning! This one cunt that I had tied up was really annoying the sit out of me with her whimpering. So, I gave her something to whimper about! I tied her up rolled her on her stomach then had my boyfriend spread her sorry little ass cheeks apart that’s when I took my branding rod and stuck it right on her little stink star. You should of heard her scream, it was way better than her pitiful little whimpering. As her mouth was wide open screaming out that’s when I told my boyfriend to shove his cock in her throat. He said it was the greatest feeling ever her throat contracting around his cock as she struggles to scream. My pussy was aching to torture her even more at that point!evil phone sex

2 Girl Phone Sex Has Gwendolyn Guiding Virgin Pussy Layla

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2 Girl Phone Sex is the only life I know now, trapped in this gilded cage of a brothel with my knees bruised and my spirit breaking. I’m Layla, the new meat, a “virgin” pussy stolen from a life I barely remember and sold into this den of sin. My skin is still pale and soft, unaccustomed to the rough handling of the high bidders who frequent this hellhole. I spend my nights trembling in the corner of our shared room, praying the heavy oak door doesn’t swing open. 

Gwendolyn, a seasoned, professional fuck toned slut who has seen it all, watches me with eyes that are both cold and predatory. She says if I ever want to survive this place and catch the eye of a master who will actually keep me alive, I need to stop acting like a victim and start acting like a vessel. She grabbed my chin today, her nails digging into my jaw as she forced me to look at her. 

“Listen, you pathetic little bitch,” she hissed, her voice dripping with a vulgar authority that made my heart race. “That tight, untouched cunt of yours is a currency. If you don’t learn how to market it, they’ll just discard you like yesterday’s trash. You need to learn how to crave the leash.” She pushed me onto the moth-eaten rug and commanded me to spread my legs, her hands sliding over my shaking thighs to inspect the merchandise.

She’s teaching me the art of kidnapping phone sex roleplay, forcing me to describe the terror of my abduction until the fear turns into a slick, desperate heat between my legs. “Moan for me, Layla,” Gwendolyn commanded, her voice a low, raspy growl. “Tell the man on the other end of the line how much you love being his favorite little nigger slut.” 

I did as I was told, my voice cracking as I described the imaginary chains and the cold steel. She guided my fingers, showing me exactly how to tease my clit to sound breathless and ruined. I’m an artist of agony now, a masterpiece of inhibited skin and meticulously planned submissive stamina. Every red mark she leaves on my ass is a badge of my training.

Gwendolyn ensures my “virgin” pussy is always swollen and ready, prepping me for the high bidder who will finally own me completely. I am becoming the perfect specimen of an obedient servant slut, finding a sick kind of liberation in my own bondage. If you want to hear how well Gwendolyn has trained her newest little whore, you can find our sessions for the most affordable, cheap phone sex.

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Gangbang Rape Porn With My Sister

Gangbang rape porn gets your cock rock hard, you can’t get enough of my hardcore gangbang stories, let me tell you about the time I had my younger sister’s cunt force fucked by thirteen hung big black cock thugs. 

Gangbang rape pornMy foster parents always insisted that I let my younger foster sister tag along with me everywhere I went. The last time was a few nights ago I was going to a party, and she just had to come with me. 

She got really hammered at the party, got really loose, flirted with all the older guys, she was being a real cock tease. 

One of the guys said that I should let them teach her a lesson, I agreed to send her upstairs to get our coats out the bedroom, but she went to the wrong room, when she went into the room it was a couple guys in there, she tried to run away but wasn’t fast enough. 

They blocked the entrance, started pulling at her clothes ripping her stockings, threw her on the bed, her little thong ripped off, that bald pink pussy exposed, one of them held her legs down, another held her arms, the third taking out his huge cock, ramming it in her tight virgin cunt, popping her cherry as she screamed in pain. 

Once they found out she was a virgin they lined up taking turns, they fucked all of her holes until she was sore stretched out and gaping, her pussy was ripped and leaking cum, her little asshole prolapsed and inflamed, they really put those holes to work. 

When she finally came back downstairs her hair and make-up was a mess, her stockings were missing, she had bruises all over her thighs and wrist, bet you she won’t tag along with me anymore.

Accomplice Phone Sex Takes the Heat of This Druggy Mommy

accomplice phone sexI love accomplice phone sex calls. For one I love helping men with their dark fantasies and their devious endeavors. But I also like profiting from somebody else’s pain, not mine. Decades of being the slave makes me a good accomplice. But I never get asked to be the accomplice. So, when I did, I put my all into it because it felt like a break from the usual submissive whore stuff men force me to do.

I support my drug habits being the victim. The strung-out druggie whore mother, so desperate for cocaine she lets packs of feral men ravage her. I showed up the other day at this place to make a snuff film. But I assumed I’d be the snuff star. Because I always am the victim. However, this director, who I worked with in the past, wanted me to be the accomplice instead. He makes a ton of snuff movies. This time I would be the mother of the snuff star. A young girl.

This excited me. For once, I would earn cocaine money and not return home, black and blue or with some sort of injury I needed to explain away. Although I did feel bad for the young girl because I knew the other male costars would brutalize her fuck holes, I felt relieved that I would not be victimized. So, the premise of this little underground flick centered on a desperate mother selling her young girl online to the highest bidder for drug money.

Sometimes, I Get to Be the Accomplice, and I Enjoy the Focus on Someone Else for Once

I don’t have any daughters luckily. Because honestly, sometimes when I’m super strung out, I think about shit like that. I’ve heard stories all my life. I travel in a world of seedy men who no doubt would purchase a young girl to do nefarious things to if they could get away with it. But in this movie, the man who purchased my daughter wanted me to watch all the vile and violent things he did to my daughter

Although I cannot tell you the age here I can on a call because the daughter I sold online seemed super young. And this man strapped her down to a table and fucked every one of her holes violently. Even put a fist in her pussy and ass. At her age, being an ass rape porn star feels worse than at my age. I watched him destroy these tiny little holes while she cried for me. But I just stood on the sidelines doing lines of cocaine watching him force fuck her tiny little body into oblivion.

For my role, the director paid me handsomely. Enough money to buy cocaine for the week. And I went home with no bruises or visible marks to explain a way. However, the vision of that man violating such a tiny little girl stock with me for a while.

But with enough cocaine, I won’t feel bad for the girl for long. That girl can take this moment and let it break her or make her stronger. That’s her choice. I chose wisely with this snuff movie because I didn’t get hurt at all. However, I bet this experience ruins her for the rest of her life. But that’s not on me.

Snuff Movies Makes You Super Horny For Tight Pussy Layla

Snuff MoviesI’m strapped down so tight I can’t feel my wrists anymore, just the cold bite of the leather against my skin. He’s standing over me in this dimly lit bedroom, deciding whether I’m going to be his next victim or his favorite toy. Watching snuff movies on the cracked TV in the corner seems to be the only thing keeping him from grabbing that knife on the nightstand, and honestly, I’m begging for that instead.

 I can see his eyes darting from the screen to my chest, my breath hitching every time his gaze lingers on my busty tits spilling out of this torn dress. He told me he was going to kill me, that I was just another body to dispose of, but then he saw how much I was shaking… not just from fear, but from a sick, twisted sort of anticipation.

He didn’t expect me to be so desperate. When he saw the bulge in his pants growing, he realized I wasn’t fighting the restraints anymore; I was arching into them. I looked him dead in the eye and gave him full permission to do whatever he wanted, as long as he stayed inside me. He crawled onto the bed, looming over me like a predator, his heavy weight pinning me into the mattress. 

I felt his hands, rough and calloused, bruising my thighs as he forced them apart to get to the real prize. My heart was hammering against my ribs, but all I could focus on was the heat radiating off him. The moment he entered my tight pussy, the air left my lungs in a sharp, jagged moan. It’s a different kind of survival here. I’m an innocent girl caught in a nightmare, but my body is a traitor that craves the friction.

 He’s not gentle… he doesn’t have to be. Every thrust is a reminder that I’m alive, that I’m his, and that he’s forgotten all about that knife. I’ve become his captive slut, a breathless mess of sweat and tears, pleading for him to fill me up until I can’t think about the world outside these four walls.

I don’t know if I’ll ever leave this room, or if he’ll change his mind again once he’s had his fill of me. But right now, with his hands around my throat and his cock buried deep, I’m exactly where I need to be to stay alive. I’m Layla… Your favorite busty tit slut, and I’m trapped in a house of shadows, serving a man who holds my life in his hands. Maybe if you’re like him, you’d want a turn at breaking what’s left of me.

Home invasion phone sex gets nasty and hardcore

Home invasion phone sex is a great way to work out that tension that’s been building up! I was at this restaurant the other day and this sweet young waitress had the biggest cunt of a customer she was that Karen that needed her mouth stuffed with a fat cock to shut her up. I felt bad for this girl and wanted to show this bitch some karma. So, my boyfriend and I followed her ass back to her house later that night we broke in and tied her and her piece of shit husband up. I spread her legs apart while my boyfriend tied her ankles up. She was perfectly secure to the bed arms above her head. Her pathetic whimpering ass whining on the bed all helpless she wasn’t a big bad bitch any more. I put some nipple clamps on her hard shivering tits they were quite pretty tits I have to say. It was great having her loser husband watching tied up in the corner. She was whining was to much, so I muffled her face with my pussy. Eat my pussy you stupid cunt while my boyfriend tears your pussy to shreds. He started with his cock and by the time we were done with her sorry ass she was taking both of our fists one up her ass and one in her stupid cunt. She was a gaping whore by the time we finished and a bit of a bloody mess. Next time she’ll think twice before acting like a fucking bitch!home invasion phone sex

Violent Phone Sex Happens Even When I Do Not Go Looking for Trouble

violent phone sexMen love to explore their violent phone sex fantasies with a redheaded mommy. Most men find me a double poison. A ginger whore and a mommy whore. Whatever reason men demonstrate a lot of anger towards redheads and mommies. So sometimes I feel because I am both, I get the brunt of the abuse.

Sometimes you could say I asked for it. I seek it out because I want to earn money for cocaine. Other times, it just happens to me. And last night it just happened to me, and I didn’t even get any cocaine out of it. I met a friend at a dive bar. This guy and I never fuck. We just party together sometimes. And bitch about our spouses. His wife seems just as uptight as my husband does about our love for the white powder.

I drank a few beers with him and then he left because his wife started texting him incessantly about his whereabouts. I decided to stay and finish my beer. And that right there appeared to be my mistake. Sitting alone in a bar filled with men looking at me like hungry vultures. I knew I would struggle to get out the door without becoming a gangbang rape porn star once again.

Even When I Don’t Go Looking, Trouble Finds Me

I minded my own business. Paid my tab and started to leave. I kept my eyes down so that nobody could say I made eye contact with them and I asked for it. But before I got out the door, somebody grabbed me by my curly red hair and pulled me back. And I almost reached the door handle. The bartender locked the door, turned off the outside lights and yelled to the bar patrons, “showtime.” What the fuck I thought. Showtime, what the hell did that mean? For a moment I thought they might turn into hungry vampires like in From Dusk to Dawn.

And yes, I became scared. Very scared. All these men descended on me like a pack of rabid wolves. They tore my clothes off and smacked my face. Some of them choked on me while a few others pissed on me. Once they stripped me naked one guy lifted me up and slammed me down on the bar where the rest of them proceeded to gangbang me.

So, I looked over to the bartender with pleading eyes of help, and he just laughed, pulled out his camera phone, and started filming my assault. Nothing worse than drunk, sweaty men all on top of you fucking you and forcing their cocks and their fingers into various holes. Why does this always happen to me. Even when I don’t look for trouble, I find it. I should’ve left with my friend.

Men Love to Gang Bang a Ginger Mommy

About 30 men fucked me. And violently fucked me too. They wanted to explore their rape phone sex fantasies with a ginger mommy and they did. Cum oozed out of my ass and my pussy. Plus, chunks seemed lodged in my hair and all over my body too. I smelled like cum and piss. Bruises started showing up on my body from where they grabbed me, pulled me and punched me.

But eventually, the bartender unlocked the door, turned the lights back on and told me to get out. And he warned me if I said a word of this to anyone that little video would be sent to my husband. I didn’t doubt him. He knows my name. And with my credit card information on file, he could certainly find out where I live and obtain my phone number easily too.  

But I am on video getting gangbanged in a bar. Yep. Keeping my mouth shut. So once again, I cannot go to the cops. I must take the abuse and figure out yet another lie for why mommy came home covered in bruises and walking like she just went horseback riding.

Necrophilia Phone Sex Layla Lays Down with Her Big Tits Out

Necrophilia Phone SexThe house is deathly silent, but my skin is buzzing. I’m sprawled across my silk sheets, my robe hanging open to let the cool air hit my skin, leaving my heavy, busty tits completely exposed. Necrophilia Phone Sex was how this night started, whispering filth into the receiver until I couldn’t handle the tension anymore. I heard the faint scrape of a window being jimmied open downstairs, and instead of calling the police, I felt a surge of pure, illicit adrenaline. 

I decided to stay right here, posing like a masterpiece, waiting to see who was brave enough to step into my sanctuary. I hear the floorboard creak outside my bedroom door. I close my eyes, slowing my breathing, pretending to be lost in a deep sleep while my heart hammers against my ribs. The door swings open, and I can feel a presence hovering over me. 

I don’t move, even as I feel his heavy gaze traveling over my curves desperately waiting for him to suffocate me with my pillow, lingering on the dark circles of my nipples peeking out from the sheets. He thinks he’s found a helpless victim, a sleeping beauty he can just take. He has no idea he’s stepped into a trap set by a woman who’s been craving a thrill this dangerous all night.

Just as he reaches out a rough, calloused hand to touch me, I snap my eyes open. I don’t scream. I don’t pull away. I grab his wrist with a strength that surprises him and pull him down until his face is inches from mine. “You picked the wrong house if you wanted an easy target, baby,” I say with my voice dripping with a dark, slutty confidence. “But you picked the right one if you’re looking for the ride of your life.”

He’s frozen, caught between the urge to run and the undeniable magnetism of my body pressed against his. I can see the raw desire in his eyes, and I know I’ve already won. I reach up, wrapping my arms around his neck, pulling his hard, panicked body onto the bed. 

“Don’t stop now,” I whisper against his lips, my hands already fumbling with his belt. “I’ve been waiting for someone like you to break in and show me exactly what a real man can do.” The night is just beginning, and by the time I’m through with him, he’ll realize that I’m the one who’s truly in control of this “robbery.”