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Accomplice Phone Sex Pays My Bills

accomplice phone sexI enjoy accomplice phone sex calls. But I think that might be because I just enjoy being the accomplice in my personal life too. I learned quickly in this seedy underworld of snuff that crime pays. And as the accomplice, the focus goes to someone else, not me.

I met Hank last night at a bar. We enjoyed some beers and discussed the possibility of working together. I felt I must work with Hank. Hank used to be an associate of my former master. The one I bought my freedom from one young girl at a time. Anytime my former master sends me a client, I feel obliged to take the job. Although I do get paid from his associates, it’s always in the back of my head that if I don’t take the job and do it right, I might end up dead.

And I know how to survive. I’m scrappy. Been on my own since my schoolgirl days. Hank and I talked over beer. He wants to make a series of teen rape porn movies. Not for him, but for one of his clients who needs to remain anonymous to me. Personally, I don’t care who wants the movies if I get paid. This will be a lucrative gig for me. Five different videos with girls of different ages and ethnicities. But all young.

Being a Professional Accomplice Earns Me a Great Living

I accepted the job because he offered me $50,000 per video I help him make. That’s $250,000. That can seriously help with my debt and my bills. This will be a challenging gig. I need to find five different girls. And all young and likely never without adult supervision. Luckily, I do not need to kidnap them all at once. One little whore at a time.

He came to the right girl. It’s much easier to lure young girls away as a woman. The stranger danger does not seem to be as present in young girls for women as it does for men. I think that’s because the media and family constantly sell the notion that it’s dirty old white men who like young girls. And although that is mostly true, behind every good P man is a woman like me. Hank paid me a deposit. And he told me he did not need to know the details if I delivered a girl a month to a warehouse downtown.

After our conversation and my generous advance, I went looking. Honestly, with the temps below freezing I did not think I’d find too many girls playing outside. Plus, it gets dark so early now that you rarely see anybody that young out by themselves after 6 PM. But I found some young girl riding her bicycle up and down the street. So, I accidentally on purpose clipped her back wheel driving past her to give me an excuse to take her home.

Young Girls Never Fear Mature Women

She snuck out of the house because she could not sleep and decided to ride her bike up and down the street. She looked the right age and fit the description of one of the girls Hank wanted me to procure for his client. So, I told this girl I’d take her back to my place to bandage up her knee and hammer out the dent I put in her fender on her back wheel. Putty in my hands.

Now she’s in a cage in my basement like an animal. I’m just waiting two days to bring her to the location and collect the rest of my first $250,000 fee. One girl fell into my hands, way too easily. So, I doubt the rest of the girls I acquire for these ass rape porn movies will go as smoothly.

But I am a seasoned accomplice. As a former slave, I watched, observed and learned how to survive in this world. And I also know how to remain undetected and under the radar. No doubt Hank will be impressed with my first girl. Too bad for her she will never see her family or friends again. But does the world really need any more brats.

Sex with Dead Bodies Layla Plays Dead for Her Twisted Crush

Sex with Dead Bodies

I held my breath, the cotton sheets cool against my skin, as the floorboards groaned under a weight that shouldn’t be there. My heart hammered against my ribs like a trapped bird, but I forced my limbs to stay heavy, limbs turned to lead by the sheer thrill of his presence. The thought of Sex with Dead Bodies is a macabre chill that usually stays in the dark, but here, in the silence of my room, he wanted me to embody that haunting stillness.

He didn’t say a word as he reached the side of my bed. I knew he was here… the shadow I’ve felt following me for months, the one I’ve secretly craved from the safety of my window. He leaned over me, his breath smelling of winter air and something sharp, something dangerous. His fingers, calloused and cold, traced the line of my jaw, and I fought every instinct to shiver. I had to be his porcelain doll. I had to be vacant.

“Don’t move, Layla,” he whispered while fingering my wet pussy, with his voice a low, jagged rasp that sent a jolt of heat straight to my core. “Just stay like that. Cold. Quiet. Mine.”

I felt his eyes roaming over my breast, heavy with a twisted sort of devotion that felt more romantic than any flowers or candy. This was raw. This was real. He wasn’t looking for a conversation; he wanted the aesthetic of my surrender.  I kept my eyes closed tight, my lashes fluttering just enough to show him I was struggling to obey, which only seemed to make his breathing go shallow and quick. 

He didn’t touch me roughly. Instead, he tucked a stray lock of hair behind my ear with a tenderness that made my stomach flip. It was a beautiful, fucked up contradiction… the man who broke in just to watch life fade from my expression. I felt his hand rest over my heart, waiting for the rhythm to slow, demanding that I sink deeper into the role of his silent, lifeless muse. 

The air in the room felt thick, charged with a magnetic tension that made me want to arch my back and scream his name, yet the pleasure of his gaze kept me pinned. I was addicted to the way he worshipped my stillness, the way he hovered over me like I was a treasure he’d stolen from a grave. I lay there, his perfect, obedient girl, drifting in the intoxicating space between fear and absolute ecstasy, hoping he’d never leave.

Murder Phone Sex Fantasies, Women Have Too

murder phone sex fantasiesMen do not corner the market on murder phone sex fantasies. Trust me, I’ve met a few men who I wanted to strangle myself. Even a submissive, druggie whore fantasizes about killing men and sexually torturing them too.

But I’m not good in the driver seat. So, I’ve often made myself the victim to get what I need. And all I ever need is money for cocaine. However, I recently found myself in a bind. Desperate for money. But that’s nothing unusual. However, none of the normal guys willing to work with me appeared around to abuse me. The weather apparently plans to keep everybody inside. Even the demented men.

So, if I could not make a snuff sex video for money, I didn’t know what to do. I started looking at some ads on the dark net. Maybe I could find somebody new to work with. And all I found was this one little loser looking for extreme cock and ball torture. He offered a mistress $1000 to trample his dick, use a sounding device and maybe even castrate him too.

So, I figured I could pretend to be a mistress for coke money. I’ve done a few castration calls before. I don’t get them often because I am a submissive whore. However, I’m an excellent role player so I could just pretend to be a mistress. And oh my God I enjoyed this loser. But don’t worry, men, I’m still the same druggie submissive bitch you know and love. I can make a lot more money being the punching bag. A grand worth of cocaine doesn’t go far with me, not in today’s economy. So, I’m not ready to hang up my submissive hat quite yet.

Sometimes, I am So Desperate for Money I Try to Be the Mistress

But I did tear this guy’s junk up, and it felt invigorating. In my high stiletto heels, I trampled his junk and kicked him where the sun doesn’t shine many times. I used the sounding device with Ben Gay as lubrication to make it burn. And I channeled all my hatred towards a lot of these daddy Dom types into this one loser with a tiny dick. I made him cry. But usually, I’m the one crying.

Although I wanted to slice his balls off, we settled for a different type of castration. I used a castration band around his balls to cut off the circulation. And apparently, in a few days, his balls will fall off. The balls necrotize that way.

He’s been sending me pictures of his balls in various stages of decay, and they appear close to falling off. I enjoyed it. Granted I didn’t make as much money as I’m accustomed to when I’m on the other side of the abuse. But I did enjoy some extreme cock and ball torture sex with a pathetic little loser. However, guys, like I said before, I plan to stay in my lane. Being on the other end of the punching bag makes me far more money.

Knife Play Phone Sex is My Specialty So Don’t Try to Fuck Me, Loser

knife play phone sexKnife play phone sex is my specialty. Yet every day I get several idiots calling me for vanilla shit like the girlfriend experience. Some men even want me to be their mommy. Do I look like somebody’s fucking mom. I hate brats. No way will I ever be a wife or a mother. And no way will I ever be some basic bitch specializing in the girlfriend experience. Some idiot Instant messaged me this week wanting me to be his submissive little daughter with a cum filled pussy for daddy. I wanted to slit his throat right then and there.

I like knives. And I’m always in control. I’m not your daughter, your girlfriend or your wife. And you’re not my boyfriend, my husband or my son. You can be my victim or my accomplice. But nothing else. Do not ask me to roleplay some lame shit. I’m on a snuff site because I’m a dark sadistic bitch. And my favorite thing to do in this world is castrate losers, and dumb fucks as well as stab, cut up and mutilate all genders with a big fat sharp blade.

Richard hired me recently as his accomplice. He told me he wanted to go hunting for something young and sweet and tender that would feel super tight on his cock. So, the first day we met, we went window shopping so I could get an idea of what he wanted. And then the next night, I got him the perfect girl. I don’t know what the fuck he thought he paid me 50 grand for, but this fuck face acted shocked that I brought him a young girl to fuck and slaughter afterwards.

Sometimes Men Die Simply Because They Are Idiots

You don’t pay somebody that much money for their company. You pay that much money to make a teen rape porn. And you pay that much money so you can enjoy your fun without the fear of going to prison because your accomplice keeps you safe. But when he changed his tune, I let the girl go. However, not before I told her about his intentions. And that the only reason she ended up in this little kill shack was because he wanted to do bad things to her. And I gave her my knife.

I would guess this girl appeared to be in her young teens. Pretty girl and just the type he likes. But I couldn’t let him live. And I could only let her live if she committed a crime, so I could control her. She seemed to know what she wanted to do. She lunged at him and stabbed him right in the gut. I think this girl might like horror movies. Once the knife plunged straight into his belly button, she yanked it all the way up to the sternum, then back down and his guts and entrails literally spilled on the floor. She stood there in awe and amazement over what she did to him.

Although I Hate Brats, Sometimes I Meet

Now I think I could be a mother to a girl like that. No hesitation. No guilt. And at that moment she knew what she needed to do to survive. She never fucking hesitated. As he lay there bleeding out on the floor, trying to push his insides back where they belong, I instructed her to slice of his cock and his balls off, and shove them in his mouth. She giggled but did it quickly and happily.

Because I like this girl, I gave her half the money he paid me. And I told her to keep it a secret from her parents as well. What occurred in that cabin stays in that cabin. Then I drove her back to where I nabbed her from. I trust her. She won’t say a word because she liked the kill too much. I saw a lot of me inside of her. Although it is true, I’m not a fan of brats, every now and then I meet a young schoolgirl who I mentor. And I think I just found my new snuff sex mentee.

Blasphemy Sex with Cora is extra Sinful!

Blasphemy Sex

I want to fuck you in the church and have some Blasphemy Sex, right here in front of God!

Spread my pussy lip once I’m hopped onto the altar. White linen underneath me, catching all my pussy juice that is dripping out.

Eat me out right here under the crucifix. Jesus’ crucified body above us, watching you tongue fuck me.

Yelling out “Oh Jesus, keep fucking me!” then you can flip me over.

On all fours with my ass pointed high to the heavens.

Shove your hard cock deep inside me and fuck me raw!

Make me beg God to have you stop fucking the shit out of my young, shaved pussy!

Fuck me right here in this church just the way Satan would have wanted!

 

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Sadistic Phone Sex Men Gravitate Towards Submissive Women

sadistic phone sexSadistic phone sex men love me. They see a red headed MILF, and they think of mommy or some other mature woman who cock teased them mercilessly. And they decide to exact their revenge on me. Last week, I spent the weekend and most of the week snowed in with my family. But I earned enough blow to keep up with my sons and their friends who came over to play video games for once.

I did not go to a bar and get shitfaced so some random man could abuse me. And I did not go to any of my extreme drug dealers to get coke in exchange for abusing my body either. But trouble still found me. It always does.

I decided to walk to the local convenient mart to get some junk food for my sons and their friends. Plus, I wanted out of the house to breathe in some fresh air. However, less than a block away from my home, two random men shoved me in the back of a van.

And I will admit, I felt scared. My life flashed before my eyes. I did not know these men. This was not like a snuff porn, where a director gave me money to buy cocaine in exchange for a couple hours of abusing my body. In those sorts of situations, I know I will live. Even if I wished a snuff director would kill me, I still come out alive. Random strangers kidnapping me off the street who the fuck knows what they would do to me.

Even a Block From Home, Trouble Finds Me

But I found out quickly that they just wanted to use my holes. Cabin fever, perhaps? And I think this happened out of chance. Two guys talking about the fact that they needed to nut inside some warm wet pussy and then they saw me walking on the street. They seized an opportunity. Their van gave me the creeps. Dirty mattress in the back with restraints suggested to me they’ve done this before. I think they drive around looking for young girls to fuck. Sort of catch and release. 

I pleaded with them to let me go because my family would become worried. And I told them they would call the cops if I did not come home or respond to texts. And I think they believed me once my phone kept blowing up. I told them they kidnapped a woman who lives on this block, and my family would come looking for me. Perhaps I should not have said that.

They decided to fuck the shit out of me hard and fast. They yanked my sweatpants down, ripped my panties off my body, and started probing my ass and pussy with their fingers, hands and dicks. Eventually, they started to fist my holes. One of them lifted me up in the air like a fucking cock puppet, and I banged my head on the roof of the van.

Why Do So Many Men Look at Me as Nothing More Than Fuck Meat?

He plopped me down on the dirty mattress, forced my legs up to my chest and started fucking me. Clearly another man with rape phone sex fantasies for mommy. Slapped me, choked me even spit in my face and called me a dirty whore. Confession. I kind of liked it. I knew this was a random attack. And I understood that no one would give me any money or cocaine. But for once, plenty of coke waited for me back at my house.

I thought these men might drive off and I would never see my family again. Instead, they just fucked the shit out of me in the back of that van. But they did leave some marks on my body that my sons would see.

However, I come up with the best stories to cover my tracks. So, I just told my sons I fell on the way to the store. But I left off the random attack and violent fucking in the back of a dirty van. They don’t need to know all the details of my life. They just need to know mommy is a whore and she’ll do anything for coke and their young cocks.

Killer Phone Sex Fantasies are Best Explored in Winter

killer phone sexI tell men all the time if you enjoy killer phone sex fantasies, winter becomes the best time to explore them. One of things I’ve learned over the years as a sick bitch and killer for hire is that winter helps hide the evidence. Now I know what you’re thinking. Extreme cold does prevent rapid decomposition. Because it freezes the body. But the scent of a dead body frozen or not will bring out hungry, starving wildlife to dispose of their remains for you.

Although bears do hibernate, they still come out looking for food before they return to their hiding places. Plus, coyotes scavenge no matter what time of year it might be. I don’t believe in burying bodies because they always get discovered eventually. It’s true. Some brat digging in the sand or somebody deciding to build a house and they excavate the land. I’ll leave my bodies out in the open in a secluded wooded area, of course. And I leave the rest to nature.

I teach this to men who hire me to kill someone for them, or they simply want me as their accomplice for their little snuff sex revenge. Tony hired me for such an encounter this week. Tony told me about his ex-wife problem. A gold-digging whore. And a blackmailing whore too. I agreed she needed to go.

So, listen to this bullshit. My client fucked a teen girl. Just a teen girl from the neighborhood. Perhaps her age might raise eyebrows. But I’m pretty sure a teen girl knows exactly what she’s doing. His ex found out he fucked the neighbor girl.

Killing in Winter Makes Body Disposal Easier

And instead of acting concerned for the girl, she saw it as an opportunity to extort money from her ex-husband. More money than she deserved. More money than the law would give her. She dies her secret goes with her. I protect my client and his money.

I kidnapped the bitch for him. And I took her to my cabin in the woods because the wildlife love me there. And I let him go to town on her. His snuff show. And his rage came out as he stabbed her probably close to 200 times. Now I would’ve prolonged her agony. The bitch deserved to feel some pain. And she did, I’m sure because he plunged that knife deep into her flesh. At one point, her blood started to spill towards me, so I dipped my hand in it and masturbated so she could see. I wanted to make sure she knew I would not help her.

His money paid for snuff porn. And I just helped grab her and dispose of her body. He even fucked her while she bled out. And I told him put your DNA all over the cunt because my accomplices in the woods would not leave a trace of her. And they didn’t. We watched through the window as bears and coyotes played tug-of-war with her corpse.

He paid me. And I cleaned up my cabin. And we went home knowing no body, no crime. Can I tell you how much I love killing during winter

Teen Rape Porn Requires a Savvy Accomplice So You Stay Out of Trouble

teen rape pornLast week, a man called me up because he needed my assistance making a teen rape porn video. We both knew about the impending weather. So, I told him if he wanted to hire me, we would need to do the deed Friday before the storm hit. I worked quickly to devise a plan to make his fantasy a reality. Although he wanted the star of our little video to be his teenage daughter, I advised him against that. And I offered up a surrogate for him. A look alike daughter around the same age, but with no ties to him, so less risk of getting caught.

And he agreed. Men pay for my insight and skill which keeps them safe from the law. I want men to be able to have their cake and eat it too. So, I brought the little girl to this cabin in the woods he owns. I guess this place serves as his mistress shack. He likes to cheat on his wife with coeds, so he brings them here.

I don’t even think his wife knows he owns this place. It operates like a timeshare. Him and five other guys pulled their resources and bought the cabin outright. They fixed it up and turned it into a love shack where they could bring their mistresses.

Men Need Smart Accomplices So They Don’t Go to Prison

Clever idea. But this cabin in the woods can also be used to explore rape phone sex fantasies for very young girls. I needed to drug this girl because she did not want to come willingly with me. I used all my lines that work with most girls her age, but this girl proved to be a tough cookie. But not tougher than me. I grew up on the streets. And I survived. Only the strong survive in the seedy underworld of snuff films.

This girl could not survive the encounter. She saw my face and she saw my accomplice’s face too. But if you plan to kill your victim, there’s no need to cover your faces. She won’t survive to tell anyone. My client detailed what he wanted to do to a young girl on our initial conversation. And fucking a girl that young in the ass and in the pussy when you have a 10-inch cock will do some damage. Plus, he expressed an interest in choking and suffocation. That kind of extreme breath play never fairs well for a young victim. Not my first rodeo.

Women Like Me Help You Have Your Cake and Eat it Too

My accomplice loved fucking this little girl. He agreed she looked just like his daughter. He even called her Maya, and I told her to call him daddy, or I would slit her throat. I slit her throat anyway. A few hours after he started fucking her, blood poured out of her asshole and pussy from the gaped holes he left. Turned her little girl parts into raw hamburger meat with a few hard thrusts of his big fucking cock.

She cried the entire time. Pleaded with us to let her go, even promised she would not say a word. But you can’t trust the words of a young girl. When I knew he couldn’t cum anymore I tossed her body out into the snow and slit her throat. Crimson red blood spilled from her body into the snow. And I guess the sticky sweet smell of her blood brought out the wildlife.

They ate her alive. Well, ate her barely alive.  She seemed too weak to fight. She rapidly lost blood, so she had no strength to fight off the coyotes and wolves who descended on her flesh like a free meal. Perhaps they saved me from a trip. I planned on chopping her up into little pieces to dispose of her body properly in the lake. However, nature became the best accomplice phone sex partner I could ask for. Ate the evidence.

My client seemed happy. And I seemed happy. I made great money and I did not even need to clean up the mess my client left. Plus, he paid so well that I could go home and hibernate for a week before I needed to take another gig.

BBC Ass Rape Porn on Whore Cora!

Ass Rape Porn

 

Cora and Ryan make Ass Rape Porn with his big black anaconda!

I’m walking home late at night without any panties on when a gust of wind exposes my smooth pussy lips.

Ryan saw me and just couldn’t help himself. He runs up and grabs me. I can feel his semi-hard cock pushing into my back. I knew what was about to happen.

He flips up my skirt and bends me over in one swift motion. He spreads my ass cheeks far apart to make room for that thick, veiny cock. 

Drool and spit fall from his mouth onto my exposed asshole. It’s cold, but just what was needed to lubricate my tight hole for that anaconda to enter and destroy my hole. 

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Killer Phone Sex in the Winter Creates Beautiful Art as a Body Bleeds into the Snow

killer phone sexI love killer phone sex in the snow. And I enjoy slaughtering assholes, and bitches in fluffy white snow because I love how the blood drains out of their bodies into the white snow giving it a pink hue. Plus, you might not know this, but snow prolongs the torture and the pain. Keeps the body on ice. My victim’s breathing slows down, and the blood coagulates a little from the cold, which keeps them alive just a little bit longer. So, winter might be my favorite killing season.

Although I built a dungeon underneath my house with a tunnel that goes into the woods, for easy body disposal, I still enjoy my kill shack. Last night I took this bitch I picked up to my old kill shack an hour away. I inherited this old fishing cabin from my grandfather as a teenager. He used to take women there to torture them. Fuck them and then torture them. I think the sadistic phone sex gene skipped a generation. My parents seem awfully vanilla and boring. But grandpa made me a sadist just like him.

I met this girl Lynn at a bar. Not my usual bar, but a steam punk bar. And she didn’t belong. I watched a lot of people reject her. So, I started a conversation with her about her approach. And I questioned her motives. She hit on both men and women, but she just wanted somebody to buy her drinks.

I don’t think she really wanted to go home with anybody. Her attitude seemed a bit stuck up and bitchy. Although I did not plan to kill, she seemed perfect. Satan knows, I have killed for less.

Killing in the Snow is Artistic. I Love the Way Blood Drains into the White Snow.

So, I chatted her up and asked her if she wanted to go back to my shack. Enjoy some free alcohol and play some video games. For once I didn’t need to drug a bitch. This one came willingly with me. And after an hour at my kill shack in the woods, she realized I put something in her drink.

Just a little something to paralyze her. The mind still functions, but the body won’t move. I dragged her out into the snow and started slicing her up. And I told her she could scream as loudly as she wanted, but nobody would hear her. Not in the middle of nowhere surrounded only by trees and wildlife.

As I stabbed her and mutilated her breasts and her pussy, I watched her crimson red blood spill from her body, melting the snow around her. I think I just wanted to kill her so I could see something so beautiful as blood in the snow.

Suddenly, the snow all melted around her body creating a bloody snow angel effect. And it looked hypnotic to me. It took her two hours and 23 minutes to die. Perhaps not my normal kill. She didn’t do anything too offensive honestly. But I just wanted to kill in the snow.

I left her body right where I killed her because I slaughtered her close to the tree line. And I knew if I woke up in the morning, she would be gone. Nature accepts its role as my accomplice phone sex partner and thanks me by disposing of the bodies for me. By the drag marks, I think a bear got her. Another girl that will never be found because in 2 to 4 days, she will be nothing more than bear shit