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Accomplice Phone Sex Takes the Edge off Holiday Stress

accomplice phone sexMen crave accomplice phone sex calls this time of year. And I understand. The holidays become stressful for so many of us. But if you ask me, I find there to be no better way to blow off the anxiety of the holidays, then kidnapping and torturing some little slut.

Brad and I go way back. He knows that I can help procure him something young, sweet, and tight. Not our first rodeo together. So, we met over the weekend, and we hunted together until we spotted the most adorable young girl playing at the park alone. We had an unseasonably warm day. And that made the perfect day to hunt because the little ones went outside to play for the first time in weeks.

When a man like Brad or you possess rape phone sex fantasies for young girls, I believe it’s important to hunt for the perfect subject first. That gives me time to understand her patterns and plot when to kidnap her. Since Monday started Christmas vacation for the schoolgirls and boys, I decided Monday while her parents were at work would be the perfect day to snatch her up.

She’s been in a cage in my basement waiting Brad‘s arrival. He showed up last night delighted that I found his perfect young victim. I could understand her appeal. Very sweet, innocent girl next-door type. And a virgin, no doubt too. I pulled her out of the cage, stripped her naked and tied her to this bench that’s perfect for force fucking young meat.

Girl Meat Helps Us Unwind for the Holidays

Now I gave him some options. I could keep her in my dungeon for a couple weeks. Let him really get his use out of her for a little bit more than the average price. Or sort of a one and done arrangement. Fuck the shit out of her and then I dispose of her. He decided he wanted to come back for more. Smart choice. Prolong the fun, right?

Last night he fucked her for about an hour. Then he needed to head home before the wife got suspicious. And I cleaned the girl up and gave her a Xanax to help with the pain. And Brad showed up at my place first thing this morning was Starbucks and a GoPro wanting to make a teen rape porn with our cute little captive.

He told me he has a lot of Christmas anxiety to work off. I’m not sure if this little morsel we kidnapped will make it through Christmas, but I’ll keep her alive as long as I can so he can continue to work off his stress. But maybe I can help you work off some stress too. She remains captive in my home. And possession is nine-tenths of the law, right?

Roleplaying Phone Sex Fantasies of keeping Cora Captive!

Roleplaying Phone Sex

 

Roleplay phone sex turns me on and makes me so wet.

I want and need to hear about all the ways you would tie me up, hold me down, and just fuck the shit out of me.

Degrade me and treat me like I’m a piece of trash. Like I’m just some walking hole you get to fuck. Tie my hands behind my back so I cannot pull away from you.

Tie my legs behind my head so you can cream pie and breed so far down into me. Stretch me out and make me yours to fuck, forever.

Keep me captive, chained to your bed as a nightly fuck toy. Make me cry as you mercifully pound my pussy. Slap me as I beg you to stop, but you don’t. You never do. 

 

Kidnapping Phone Sex is on Your Naughty List This Christmas

kidnapping phone sexKidnapping phone sex fantasies appear easier to make happen during the holiday season. The malls seem packed with brats. Some with their parents or big sisters, but many of them alone. Ripe for the picking. That is, if you hire the right accomplice.

Young boys and girls still possess a lack of stranger danger for women. Parents should raise their young ones to understand that women can be just as evil. Behind every good P man is a woman who helped him be all he could be. Although it’s true that initially when I bought my freedom from my former master one brat at a time, I felt guilty about my actions. But now I realize most of these girls grow up to be bitches and gold diggers and cheating whores, so why should I feel guilty.

Jon wanted a little blonde waif of a girl for Christmas. And I’m Santa’s evil helper so I brought him just what he needed for his teen rape porn. And I found her easy to lure away. I took her on a little shopping spree and then I brought her home. But not her home or my home. I brought her to Jon’s Vrbo home he rented. That’s where we planned to film his spank bank video. However, Jon did not want his little teen kidnap victim to act willingly. And this little girl felt like a natural whore.

Let’s Kidnap and Fuck Your Teen Wet Dream

So, I instructed him to fuck her hard and choke her, even slap and punch her to elicit the reaction he wanted from her. If you want to get off on a girl’s fear, you must give her something to be afraid of. And young girls nowadays grow up with porn at their fingertips. They grow up in a world where sex tapes, being in a sugar baby or having an only fans account are the quickest ways to make money. So, to make a girl afraid of sex, you need to get rough with her.

With a few slaps and chokes, she showed the fear he wanted. She screamed, and she cried. She even fought a little. And she appeared to be a virgin. For all her initial daddy talk when she first saw him, I assumed she was nothing more than a little skank. But his dick looked covered in virgin blood. And the camera loved that.

He fucked her for hours. And this teen film turned into a snuff porn quickly. She died while he fucked her, but that’s because he discovered that he enjoyed being rough with her. I filmed her taking her last breath as he came deep inside her virgin cunt. Too bad he couldn’t restrain himself because we could’ve made a lot more videos with that little girl. The camera loved her. But the world appears full of hot teen whores. So, we can find him another one just as easily. Who can I kidnap for you this Christmas?

Killer Phone Sex because Santa Slays

Killer Phone SexI’m really getting into killer phone sex. It was bound to happen, you get tired of being the virginal Vixen Victim, all your life. I have been having this sick fantasy about Santa ever since I finished my Christmas Shopping and saw the sexiest Santa I’ve ever seen. My panties were splashed with my twisted little cunnies juices.

What if Santa came down the Chimney and Fulfilled all the Rape Fantasies of girls like me? The Santa I saw was tall as fuck, and muscular and had this scary, stern and strict persona. It made me fantasize about him holding me down, and forcing my cunt open with his big ole candy cane. After he fucked me silly, he invited me to finish the night out on his sleigh, rewarding my efforts to satisfy him, by giving me an actual candy cane to suck on. I sucked it sharp and pointy.

We went from house to house force fucking little fuck sluts, and making their pussies squirt. At one house though, we ran into a snarky little bitch. You know the kind, acts like the world owes them everything. I told Santa that I wanted him to fuck her really hard, give her an attitude adjustment. He said he had a better idea, and told me that while he was fucking her, I should come up and snuff her out. The idea of it all made me so horny and excited. I thought of bashing her over the head while he fucked into her. No that wouldn’t work. Maybe I could strangle the life out of her with the Christmas lights?

…..That didn’t appeal to my Inner Christmas Killer either

Santa fucked her hard and fast, drilling his North Pole so Deep in her little complaining cunt. Fucking and fucking stead fast. Then it Dawned on me. I took my sharp candy cane from my mouth and began stabbing the shit out of her throat. That jugular was something, the way her warm red blood jutted out, and spurted all over me and Santa. I kept Stabbing almost perforating her fucking head. I think I could have pulled it from her body.

Santa came down more than the chimney that night, He also cummed in a naughty little Christmas cadaver!

Killer Phone Sex Fantasies are What Men Think About Over the Holidays

killer phone sexFor whatever reason, men look at me and think I’m perfect for killer phone sex. Perhaps it’s because I’m a druggie whore. Or maybe it’s just that I look like the sort of all American soccer mom. But don’t judge a book by its cover. Although I am a soccer mom and a suburban housewife, I harbor dark fantasies and kinky desires.

With the holidays approaching, I need more cocaine than normal to make it through my sons and their friends three wee school break. So, I planned to hoard coke or cash to buy coke with. Instead of 12 days of Christmas, it’s 12 days of Cocaine. Every day for 12 days I’m putting my life on the line with snuff sex men so I can have plenty of cocaine to get through the holidays in the new year.

And I’m already off to a rocky start. On the first day of my Christmas plan, I hooked up with my stepson. Although I consider him family because I helped raise him, he hates me. According to him, I’m nothing more than a gold-digging whore who ruined his family. But I’m OK being the evil stepmom.

Even though his father left his mother long before I ever met him, I let him treat me like shit and blame me. He always seems to have the best cocaine in town. So, I sent him a text and he took the bait.

My Stepson Loves to Abuse Me for Hours on End for a Live Audience

I showed up at his place last night as instructed prepared for a live streaming session. And I knew it would not go well for me because the holidays intensify his hate towards me. First order of business he required me to strip naked. So, I stood in front of the camera naked and vulnerable.

He put a bunch of oranges in a pillowcase and started hitting me. Fuck who knew oranges could leave such bruises on the body and fucking hurt like that. Then he made his way towards my back and my ass too. He covered me in red welts and bruised my skin almost instantly, but we just started the live stream.

I’m not sure what his drug choice is nowadays but whatever he’s on it gave him superhuman strength. He picked me up like a bowling ball and threw me across the room several times. Each time I landed with a thud it sounded like a bone crushed. Now my face matched the rest of my body. Bruised, red, and swollen. Somehow, my battered, broken body turns my stepson on. And he wanted to fuck me. On camera, of course, for his viewing audience.

I could hear the chimes of his viewing audience as he made me his ass rape porn star in front of them. He rammed his hard cock into my asshole raw. And I felt every inch rip my already damaged asshole. We clearly have a love-hate relationship. Although most times I think it’s mostly hate. But he always gives me great cocaine. I’m battered and bruised and I’m already just one day into my 12 days of Cocaine for Christmas. I hate to see what others have planned for me.

Kidnapping Phone Sex with Layla Makes Her Beg for More

Kidnapping Phone SexKidnapping Phone Sex always gets dirtier when I slip into my favorite fantasy. The one where I let them take me, where I let myself get “captured,” tied up, kept on my knees, and used until my whole body feels owned. I don’t fight it. I choose it. I crave it. I step into that room already wet, already ready, already wanting to be nothing but their filthy nigger slut.

I always act like I’m being dragged in… but the truth? I practically walk myself inside. The second the door shuts, I drop to my knees because that’s where I belong. I love the way they circle me, touch my chin, tell me I’m their pretty little toy. I keep my eyes low, not because I’m scared… but because it turns me on to pretend I am. That fake trembling, that dirty “yes sir,” that soft gasp when they grab my hair… God, it makes me melt.

I live for the way they talk to me. The way they tell me I look better on all fours. The way they make me open my mouth and stick my tongue out like I’m begging for whatever they feel like giving. I stay on my knees so long my legs go numb, but I don’t move until they tell me to. I don’t want to. I want to be their little cum collector. Their Layla. Their obedient slut who pretends she was “taken,” but deep down she’s the one who begged for it.

And the way they use me? I love every fucking second. My pussy stays swollen because I spread it the moment they walk in. My throat stays raw because I let them hold my head and feed me. My belly stays full because I don’t let a single drop spill. I want all their cum in me, on me, running down my chest while I smile like the happiest captive they ever had.

They “keep” me, but really… I keep myself here. I stay because I love being the fantasy girl who never gets tired, never says no, never stops begging for more. I love pretending I’m trapped while they ruin me over and over. I love sinking into the role until I forget where the fantasy ends and the pleasure begins.

I’m Layla, their willing kidnapped slut… and I’ll stay on my knees as long as they want, collecting every drop they give me and begging for more.



To Make a Teen Rape Porn, You Need an Accomplice Like Me

teen rape pornMen contact me because they want to make a teen rape porn. And they need an accomplice to make that happen for them. Most men don’t know how to protect themselves from such nefarious things. So, they reach out to a professional accomplice like me to take care of the nitty-gritty details that keep them off the radar of the police.

Alex needed my help. One of his coworker’s teenage daughter cock teases him. She flirts with him at office gatherings and parties. And he told me he just can’t take it anymore. He wants to fuck her. He wants to explore his dark desires for teenage pussy.

But I cautioned him about using her as his teen porn star. Teen girls are a special breed. And they can be difficult to keep quiet. She could ruin him. And since she knows him, she holds more power over him. I suggested a surrogate. A look-alike girl that I would find for him. But he insisted he wanted Erica.

So, I told him as his accomplice phone sex partner that he should remain quiet and wear a mask so she could not identify her attacker. And I would need to drug her to cloud her memory. And he agreed to those terms. I’m not only protecting my client but myself also. I kidnapped the whore on Friday night, and my client enjoyed her tight little holes all weekend long. I just kept her drugged up. So, she wasn’t very responsive as he fucked her. But I did hear a few moans.

As Your Accomplice, I Take the Risks So You Can Enjoy the Fun

He’d go home at night and sleep in bed with his wife after telling her he spent the day golfing. We couldn’t do anything too out of the ordinary to draw suspicion on him. But his wife never got word of the missing girl. I think because as a hot teen slut, her parents assumed she ran away or just took off to hang with her friends for the weekend or something. Likely they did not report her missing immediately.

So, he enjoyed some fun. He fucked her pussy and her ass. And he wore the mask and never spoke to her like I instructed. He enjoyed exploring his rape phone sex fantasies for his coworker’s teen slut daughter. And I cleaned her all up. Even gave her a douche to try to flush out all his DNA. I dressed her back up and dumped her in a park where she would be found. I doped her up with ketamine, but not enough to kill her. Just enough to blur that memory. She won’t remember anything we did to her.

And although there will be trauma to her pussy and ass, no one will know if she asked for that at some party where she experimented with drugs or if she got kidnapped and brutalized. I took all the risk so my client could have all the fun. And I can do it for you too.

Blasphemy Sex HAIL SATAN!!

 

Blasphemy Sex is something just any ole sadistic can’t enjoy.  It takes being a fairly sikk fuck to turn away from all that one is taught.  Haven’t we all been indoctrinated?  I know my shitty family absolutely tried to pour their supposed Christ into my veins.  I believe that is why most people who want to be totally evil just simply can’t go to the ultimate levels of sadism.  They believe in a higher power.

Not me!  I don’t believe in the fake skydaddy god that you all do.  I don’t have some moral compass keeping me from reaching the highest levels of depravity .  Hell, I just had to watch a double dose of gangbang rape porn just to get my pussy wet.  We are obviously not built the same.  Sadism is the only thing that remotely gets me excited.  Chanting “Hail Satan” while the devils dick is shredding innocent young pussy is the beat to my drum.

Can you handle the wrath?

While others are simply masturbating to rape phone sex fantasies I am actually working hard every day to make those fantasies actual realities.  I consider it my personal job to escalate my level of nastiness and bring all of you sick perverted fucks along for the ride with me.  The question is can your soul handle wrestling with Satans Goddess?  Are you willing to face your saviors wrath for following me into the fires of Hell’s corruption?  I warn you now that is a one way fucking ticket with no chance of a u-turn.   Your soul will belong to me and the evil spirits that I serve.  

Ill be sure to have some innocent young bald pussy ready when you decide to join me on the dark side.    Just remember when your being my secret Satan that the fire is hot and your explosion might be sizzling in a way you never expected.

Blasphemy Sex

Bad Babysitter Phone Sex Accomplices Take Care of Everything

babysitter phone sexIt’s no secret that I’ve been a member of the bad babysitter phone sex club for a couple years now. As a master of disguise, I can pass myself off as a professional nanny or babysitter. I’ve got a slew of fake IDs because I grew up in the seedy underworld of perversion. And I met a few people who seem very skilled at creating fake IDs.

 So, when a client approaches me for assistance with a young girl, I just pick an ID, change my appearance, and apply for the job with the adorable brat that best resembles what my client wants.

Charlie wanted a young blonde little schoolgirl. Sweet and innocent looking. Think of the girl next-door. I found a few matching his description and I took some screenshots. And he picked them in the order he wanted them. So, I applied for three babysitting positions, and I got the one with the little angel he wanted the most. If a man has a rape phone sex fantasies for something young and sweet, I will help him get it. I planned everything.

But this was not just a night gig. I stayed in their home for three days while they dealt with a death in the family. And I watched their baby girl. But I got her fucked too. The key to doing something like this is the right accomplice. Somebody like me who knows how to make a little cocktail that erases a young girl’s memory. And proper cleanup. I gave the girl a good night cocktail and I put a tarp under her bed so her virgin blood would not stain her sheets.

I am a Bad Babysitter Accomplice Who Can Help You Fuck a Young Girl

So, Charlie came over around midnight after the girl fell asleep and the drugs kicked in. And he fucked her. She stayed passed out for most of it except for a few moans. He paid me and left. And I cleaned her up. I sucked the cum out of her tiny little pussy. Washed her up. And disposed of the tarp. I put some ice on her little swollen pussy to help heal it. I had two more days to act normal.

 She complained that her little pussy hurt when she peed the next day, but I told her she likely just had a bladder infection or something. And I gave her some cranberry juice and some Tylenol. So, if the parents take her to the doctor or something, I still don’t think they find out she lost her virginity. She’d pee in a cup and get some antibiotics.

But I don’t think anybody know that she served as teen rape porn slut for a dirty daddy and a bad babysitter. Hell, the girl won’t remember what we did to her. Plus, the cum would be gone by thing. And if they do figure it out, they would look for a different person than me, a person who does not exist. And that’s because I’m a very smart and savvy accomplice.

Taboo Phone Sex Whores Never Lead Dull Lives

taboo phone sexThe life of a taboo phone sex whore never seems dull. And that’s because we only look like soccer moms. But we never act like them, at least not in the traditional sense. I go through a lot more cocaine over the holidays than I do any other time of the year.

And that always leads towards poor decision making. Earlier, trying to get cocaine, I found myself on a live auction feed where men planned on selling me to the highest bidder for God knows what. I dodged that bullet, but I came under fire again, two days later.

With my sons inviting so many bonus boys over for the holiday weekend I needed energy to keep up with them. Coke gives mature women the energy they need to keep up with young teenage lovers.

Plus, I had to deal with my sisters-in-law too. And that’s never pleasant for me. After all these years and two sons later, they still think of me as a trashy gold digger. And just for the record I no longer spend my husband ‘s money on cocaine. I earn it the old-fashioned way, even if it puts me in harm’s way.

This Mommy Does Unspeakable Things for Cocaine

I met with this drug dealer recently who I try to avoid. He’s one of the biggest producers of snuff porn in my state. But he’s known for paying a woman very well to star in one of his films. The problem is you might end up with a broken bone or two because he likes his films to look real. So, I know it’s always a gamble with him, but I also know he’s legit. Just violent. He appeared happy to see his favorite redheaded soccer mom too. He told me he planned on calling me to make me a sweet deal.

A very rich collector of snuff films reached out to him. He wanted a violent mommy son video where the son explores his rape fantasies for his mommy on film. But he would punch mommy, kick mommy and restrain her while destroying her fuck holes. I’m no stranger to rough sex. And I needed his money because I was starting to lose my energy. Plus, I ran out of Coke the night before. I needed this gig as much as he needed a willing, redheaded soccer mom.

One of These Days Some Man will Beat Me Dead

Luckily, the film lasted no more than an hour. But I did not escape unscathed. I did get my cocaine though. A huge bag of it too, but I earned every penny of it. My costar punched me and violently fucked my pussy and ass. This felt like an extreme ass rape porn. Destroyed my butt hole on film with his monster cock and even his fist.

I still have ligature marks around my neck from where he tried to strangle me. I needed to wear a turtleneck, so my husband did not see the marks. He broke a couple of ribs and my nose too. So, I told my husband I fell down the stairs.

I survived, but I look like I met Mike Tyson in the ring. But luckily, I have a big bag of cocaine for all the pain. And I’m a creative liar. I can make my husband believe anything. I’m sure he does not want to know what a truly sick bitch he married. I willingly endured that kind of pain just for a fix. And I will do it again in a couple days too.