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Domination Phone Sex Accomplices Train Your Baby Girls for Daddy’s Cock

domination phone sexI enjoy domination phone sex as a sexy switch. Men hire me for all sorts of things. Perhaps you could consider me an accomplice of all trades. I can help with kidnapping, force fucking, and even killing. However, sometimes men hire me to break in their own daughter and that’s what happened yesterday. A man paid me to get brutal with his teenage daughter and teach her how to be a good cock slut for daddy.

I admit it brought back some unpleasant memories of my own father. He never hired anybody to break me in or train me. He just took me at a very young age and started immediately sharing me with his poker buddies. But I adapted. Took the abuse until I had enough of their poker money stashed away to take a bus to New York City.

I’ve been through some shit. However, a girl like me becomes scrappy. I learned how to survive the streets and the men who look for vulnerable girls like me. And now I’ve made myself a decent living as the accomplice. But this job hit close to home, but I did it and I did it well.

Daddy harbors rape phone sex fantasies for his teenage girl. However, unlike most men with similar thoughts, he acts on them. No wife in the picture. She left him and her daughter years ago. Apparently just like my mother did. And without a wife to keep him honest, he’s been filled with so many naughty thoughts about his daughter. But I couldn’t blame him. Cute little girl.

Sometimes, Daddies Hire Me to Break in Their Baby Girls

We will schedule ongoing sessions, but session number one went well. I used various sizes of dildos on her little bald cunt. He didn’t care if a dildo popped her cherry. In fact, he preferred it. He didn’t want her screaming and crying the first time he penetrated her. Unlike my father, this guy wants his baby girl to enjoy being his slave. And in our future sessions, I will break her down mentally as well as physically.

Men can’t be expected to behave around cute cock teasing young girls. However, smart men will hire an accomplice phone sex partner like me to prep his daughter to be good fuck meat. It’s not instinctual for girls to want to fuck their daddies. Not like it seems to be for boys who want to fuck their mother.

So sometimes men need to hire somebody to break their little bitches in for them. So that whatever they do to their baby girl doesn’t seem quite as bad. I don’t mind taking the brunt of things. Especially not when I’m getting paid so handsomely. And the training has only just begun. Would you hire an accomplice to break your daughter in too?

Medical Fetish Phone Sex Fantasies with Dr. Cora!

Medical Fetish Phone Sex

Medical Fetish Phone Sex fantasies are nothing short of hot.

That’s when I get to take you to the exam room for your ‘checkup’.

I instruct you to strip your clothes for me while I watch you get undressed.

You know I am fully in control of you and this situation.

Bet you didn’t think your sexy doctor would take advantage of you, did you?

You are so weak and helpless under my power.

Strapping you to the exam table so I can pay full attention to your beautiful, hard cock.

I love seeing the fear in your eyes when I go to jerk you off.

All four limbs are tied down, so you could stop me even if you tried.

I cover your mouth so no one can hear your moans as I jerk off your hard cock.

That sweet pre-cum is showing me how much you like it!

If you like that, then you’ll love it when I jump on your cock and start riding you.

Forcing you to cum inside me.

It’s not like you have a choice! 

 

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Violent phone sex with an evil little bitch

Violent phone sex with a little bitch like me can get wild. I mean look at this face does it look like I give a good fuck!? The sound a stupid cunt whimpering for her life makes my little pussy drip. I’m that ride or die accomplice that loves nothing more than tying up a worthless whore and watching her holes get rage fucked. I mean the kind of rage fucking that has her barely breathing and clinging onto her dear life. As I whisper in her ear that it’s lights out soon her body trembles, and your cock feels every ripple of fear that floods her stupid body making you want fill her cunt. I hold that cold blade to her nipples dragging it back and forth as you plow her. Stretch that little bitch wide open. I want to be able to stick my fist in that cunt by the time you’re done!violent phone sex

Blasphemy Phone Sex: We Should Praise Satan and Reject God

blasphemy phone sexBlasphemy phone sex I enjoy as an atheist. You want to desecrate a church? Do you want to fuck in a church? Or maybe you want to sacrifice a young girl in a church? I’m in for all the above because I’m a sick bitch. Fuck the church.

I never hesitate to say, Fuck God. When I met Dave, he wanted to fuck a young girl. He grew up Catholic. And he grew up attending the Catholic Church services weekly. I think a lot of organized religion does a number on us. Makes us feel bad for enjoying sex and masturbating. But when you say fuck God, it feels so much more liberating. So, I have zero issue with blasphemy sex.

Together we kidnapped a little girl of his wet dreams. Lured her away from the park with my lost puppy story. I chloroformed her and shoved her in the backseat. And we took her to this Catholic church two counties away.  I can kidnap a girl right under her parents’ noses. One of my many deviant skills. Another deviant skill, I can pick any lock, even the lock to a Catholic Church.

Lets Fuck God and Praise Satan for Some Hot Blasphemy

We tied the little bitch to the altar. One of my many knives is shaped like a cross. But the bottom of the cross, I sawed off to make it easier to cut a bitch open. I stabbed her in the belly button and then I cut all the way up to her sternum. We could see her blood flowing and her internal organs.

While she laid unconscious bleeding out on this Catholic Church altar, we praised Satan and cursed God. And then he fucked her dying little body. I could see his cock going in and out of her body from the inside. Now that’s something I don’t see every day. But he wanted her to suffer. I think he always fantasized about sex with dead bodies. He came when she took her last breath. My hand stayed on her pulse until I pronounced her dead.

He shot a massive load inside her, and I could see his cum mixing in with the blood in her tiny little body that I cut open. She died for a twisted fantasy. And so, I could line my pockets with his money. Blasphemy or necrophilia. Nothing too twisted for this sadistic bitch.

Teen Rape Porn Stars are Kidnapped Not Born

teen rape pornGuys come to me when they want to make a teen rape porn. Men know that I can help procure them something young and sweet to fuck. Women make the best accomplices because young girls never suspect us as predators. But behind every good predator is a good woman who brings him the fuck meat. And for Jonathan I appeared to be that good woman.

We go way back. As a good friend of my former master, he sometimes would fuck me. But I know he preferred much younger pussy. But now he hires me occasionally find him a young tender girl to fuck. I consider him a collector of sorts. He likes to make little videos of himself fucking teenage girls. So, I bring him the girl and I filmed fuck session

We got together last night. I found him a very young teen girl. Popular girl who serves on her cheerleading team. Tiny and compact. A perfect little dick spinner and ass rape porn star. I did not need to kidnap her. She came willingly with me because I told her I wanted to test her out for a model gig. She ate that shit up. Young girls dream about being a star. I did not lie to her. I did plan to make her a star. A young teen porn star

Men Come to Me When They Want to Make a Teen Porno

Jonathan loves the treat that I picked out for him. Pretty, innocent, and a tiny little hot body. I got out the film equipment and did my job capturing the moment he popped a little cherry. She began screaming bloody murder. I just kept telling her that I’m making her a star. Jonathan didn’t show her holes any mercy either. He stretched and gaped them. Made both her pussy and her ass bleed.

She cursed me the entire time. Called me a dumb cunt and a stupid bitch. Please bitch. I’ve been called far worse by people a lot scarier than you. I told her to shut the fuck up and smile for the camera. Of course, we strapped her down to a table. This little bitch would not escape.

She saw my face. However, I looked quite different in a red wig, and he wore a mask the entire time. He didn’t want to kill her. However, I did. But his dime his rules. And the little bitch lived. She’ll probably never believe a single thing an adult woman tells her again. So, in a way this served as a wakeup call for that young slut. Girls need to learn that they cannot trust the word of a strange woman.

We dumped her in a cornfield for her to find her way home. I’m sure she will share some details to the police. But I still feel confident nothing will blow back on me or my accomplice phone sex partner. I took necessary precautions. She’ll never find me or my client.

Young Voice Phone Sex Tempting Maid Layla Cleans Your Balls

Young Voice Phone Sex

I’ve always known that being a good girl is nowhere near as profitable as being a total brat who knows how to handle a man’s needs. Using my young voice phone sex skills to lure Troy into my world was the best move I ever made, and now he’s convinced I’m the only “sugar baby” worth the investment. Today, I’ve decided to give him exactly what he’s paying for, showing up at his place in a tiny, ruffled maid outfit that barely covers my curves.

 I’m not here to dust the shelves, though; I’m here for the real “dirty work”. I drop to my knees in front of him, the lace of my apron fluttering as I reach for his fly. Troy is already breathless, watching me with that hungry, desperate look I love. I don’t say a word at first, I just let my hands do the talking, sliding his pants down until those heavy, “aching balls” are right in front of my face.

I start “cleaning” them with my tongue, using slow, swirling strokes that make his knees buckle. My voice is a soft, slutty whisper, telling him how much I enjoy the taste of his skin while I buff and “polish” him with my wet mouth. He’s already rock hard, a thick vein throbbing against his stomach, but I take my time. I want him to feel every bit of my devotion before the real fun starts. 

When he can’t take the teasing anymore, he grabs my waist and flips me onto the rug, pinning my legs back to reveal my “tight little pussy”, already soaking and ready for him. He dives in without a second thought, his weight crushing me into the floor as he thrust into me like I’m the only thing keeping him alive. The friction is incredible, and I’m making all those high-pitched, needy sounds that drive him over the edge. 

I’m his perfect little toy, taking every inch of him until he’s growling my name and shaking with the effort of staying upright. Just as I feel my own walls clenching around him, he pulls out and starts stroking himself fast. I look up just in time to feel the heat of his load hitting my face, thick strings of “white cream” splattering across my cheeks and dripping onto my busty tits.

 I stay there, panting and covered in his mess, looking like the perfect, used-up maid he dreamed of. By the time I’m cleaning myself up, he’s already heading out, leaving a thick envelope stuffed with my allowance on the nightstand. One look at that cash and I know I’m addicted to this life; I’ll be back to “clean his balls” whenever he calls.

Torture Sex Fantasies Are My Favorite Nasty Way To Fuck!

Torture Sex

What is your nastiest Torture Sex fantasy?

I want to know your scariest, most fucked up sexual fantasy, and I want to be your little puppet.

I’ll be the slutty little rag doll you can throw around without care.

Take out all your anger on me and slap me across the ass until it bleeds!

Tie my arms behind my back so I don’t stop you.

Stretch my legs far apart, exposing my bald little cunt for you.

Force your long, hard cock inside me.

Cum wherever you please, even if it’s deep inside my pussy.

Cream pie me and force me to carry your child.

I’ll do whatever you say, no matter how sick it is. I’m your slave for life, daddy. 

 

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Taboo Phone Sex Mommy is Her Son’s Cash Cow

taboo phone sexWhen my son comes to visit his taboo phone sex mommy and cash cow, I know I will get the best cocaine. However, I will suffer for it. But family takes care of family. I wore a short skirt, maybe with a 3-inch hem, and it showed off my prolapse because it hung down below the skirt.

And I also wore a tube top. And my duck lips, I accentuated with red lipstick. Plus, I put on other pancake makeup. My huge cock pillows appeared on display in that tube top. If you looked at me from the front, you could see my meat curtains hanging down too. As I stood in front of my son, I felt happy to see him and a little scared too.

I saw the camera equipment, and I knew we were doing a live stream again. That’s our thing. But my boy loves me even if he beats me beautiful sometimes. He told me my fan base wanted a cunt busting. And then he immediately kicked me in the cunt. I heard the chimes come in. He kicked me again and lifted me off the ground. For a moment, I felt like a soccer ball being kicked in the air. But at least I landed in front of the bowl of cocaine.

I am My Son’s Cash Cow

Before we ever start a snuff porn session, my son always gets me high. It dulls the pain. See I told you he loves me. I snorted cocaine as he continued to kick my empty cavern. My old barren womb. It’s like the Grand Canyon now. He started fisting my cunt that pushed me forward until I hit the wall. While elbow deep inside of my barren womb, he started punching my cunt from the outside. More chimes poured in as my son continued to beat me beautiful.

He gave me a few punches to the face and eyes. And of course, my mouth, because I forgot to take my dentures out again. Once my teeth flew out of my mouth, my son replaced my dentures with his cock and his balls. However, he kept punching the side of my face as I sucked his cock. He lit this old bitch up. But I could hear the dings, so I knew my fan base enjoyed the session.

Eventually, he pushed me down to the ground and kicked my prolapse which he calls his cock sleeve. He started punching my prolapse like a boxer punches one of those hanging boxing bags. When he started talking about my fourth hole I knew I needed more cocaine. That’s my urethra. And when he starts playing with that, I know I won’t pee without pain for weeks.

Even Though My Son Turns Me Black and Blue, I Know He Loves Me

With no lube and no warning, he put a little cocaine on my pee hole and then stuffed his cock in it. He pissed into my bladder. While he fucked my fourth hole, he continued to beat me beautiful. I might need some more work done on my face from the plastic surgeon after this session. I could barely see out of my eyes, but my sniffer worked, thankfully.

Our streaming sessions seem to cater to guys with a rape phone sex fantasies for their own mother. But you can’t force fuck the willing. And I’m always willing to be his cash cow. He let me put my face back in the bowl of cocaine, but he dragged me by my tits around the floor.

Eventually he tied my ankles to my head, exposing my pussy, my ass, and my pee hole. And he even put a rope around my throat as his skull fucked me. He would punch me and choke me at the same time as he fucked me. But he wasn’t fucking my pussy. He fucked my pee hole. Mommy’s only tight hole.

My Son Always Makes a Ton of Money Beating Me Beautiful

Tied up to a fuck bench with my legs pushed under me, my prolapse hung out like a punching bag. When he pulled his dick out of my pee hole, he played whack a mole with my prolapse and the head of his dick. He joked about the fact that he could not even push my prolapse back in with his big dick. The chimes rolled in meaning my fan base loved this show. I have no dignity. I’ll do anything for cocaine. I even let my son beat me beautiful and humiliate me on camera.

He made me suck his dick after fucking my prolapse. My prolapsed asshole serves as his cock sleeve. But he wanted to cum in my pee hole. So, he pulled out of my ass and made me clean his dick off with my mouth. Then he fucked my pee hole and dumped a ton of cum in my bladder. He joked that he gave me a bladder enema. By the time our live stream concluded, I started turning black, blue and purple. My cunt and my face look like Mike Tyson beat me up. Every joint hurts still four days later.

But I’m not complaining. He gave me great cocaine. He loves me. Sometimes mommy needs to violent makeover.

Face fucking Torture sex destroys me completely

Torture sexBeing a Torture sex slave is my destiny. My master bought me from this crazy family, and I thought my life would get a little better, but it’s been hard to stay alive.

As long as I listen to what he wants and proactively understand his needs, I can stay around for a little bit longer.

But he loves to hurt me. I think it’s because he knows I try very hard to impress him, and even if I do everything right, I still get punished.

He loves to abuse my throat.

His favorite pastime is to wrestle his throbbing cock down my throat, violating my mouth ruthlessly. He feasts on destroying my gag reflex, reveling in my painful gags as he impales my esophagus on his massive shaft.

Lately, he’s been obsessing and told me he wants to tear out my teeth, leaving me a gaping, gum-jawed receptacle for his pleasure.

It’s so scary when he’s violently pounding my face into his cock and whispering how he will pull out each tooth, one by one.

He says he loves the exquisite agony of it all! The meaty slap of his hips against my face was a symphony of brutality.

Snot and drool fly, mixing with his musky arousal as I struggle to breathe through my nostrils, my windpipe constricting with each thrust. But it’s never enough.

He makes my throat constrict in a way that I puke all over his cock and balls. I have to suck up every drop of it, until I’m left retching, a thin, acidic thread connecting my lips to his mean throbbing cock.

And still, when he cums, his cruelty is far from over. He holds my head in place to make sure I get all the remnants of his climax.

Then he broaches the threat once more – to yank out my teeth, to reduce my face to a mere collection of glistening, empty gums. I hope he doesn’t go through with his threat. I don’t want to be a toothless Snuff sex slave.

 

Killer Phone Sex Adventures is What I Enjoy

killer phone sexWeekends are for killer phone sex. I love hunting on the weekends. No school, no work. A much bigger pool of victims to select from. Now I’m like Dexter. I do have a moral code for murder. Dexter‘s father guided him. However, for me, my grandfather guided me. Taught me to kill with a purpose and how to get away with it. Sometimes I’m a killer for hire. And sometimes I do it to satisfy my craving for murder.

Killing another person feels invigorating and powerful. Especially when you kill somebody who does not deserve to keep on breathing. I know the law says I shouldn’t do what I do. But let’s face it. The justice system seems corrupt. The wrong people often find themselves in prison. While the guilty parties walk around free.

Perhaps, you could call me a snuff sex vigilante. Especially when somebody fucks with one of my Goth girls. It’s a matter of principle for me. Men, especially those incel types think they can take advantage of Goth girls. Not on my watch. And I got word that a loser harassed the bartender of my favorite Goth bar.

A drunk asshole who didn’t like a woman cutting him off at the bar. He came back the next day, harassed her, vandalized part of the bar and sliced her tires. A man with that kind of entitlement and rage should not still be breathing. So, I decided to take matters into my own hands.

The Struggle is Real Not to Kill a Loser within Five Minutes of Meeting Him

No problem finding this loser because he used his credit card at the bar. And I have excellent hacking skills. I can find any information I want. And I got his address. I broke into his house and castrated him. Of course he woke up. But I wanted him to wake up. I wanted him to feel the pain of castration. When he woke up, he found himself tied to his bed. The first thing he saw was me sharpening the knife I planned on using on his balls.

Consider me both judge and jury. I listed his offenses and told him I planned on neutering him. Take a little bit of that anger out of him. I’m not sure if he sexually assaulted anybody yet. But, with a guy like that who feels self-entitled and gets incredibly angry when somebody tells him no, his anger only escalates. Eventually, he would force himself on some woman who rejected him. I wanted to kill him but castrating him fit my moral code better. Letting him live with the reminder of what he did.

Castration Leaves Men with a Reminder That Actions Have Consequences

Castration phone sex requires a sharp blade. However, sometimes I like to use a rusty old knife. One that will prolong the agony. And leave a nasty scar. Although I kill a lot of people, I castrated more than I kill. To me it seems like the ultimate punishment for men with anger issues towards women. I took his balls slowly and painfully. I cauterized the wound. But I left a nasty scar. A nasty reminder of what a prick he used to be.

But that’s the point. Leave them with a daily reminder that their actions have consequences. Women don’t need to take shit from men. I took his balls home as a souvenir. And I put them in a jar of formaldehyde and put them on my shelf with my collection of severed balls.

I never worry about men going to police. Castration seems like a very personal act of violence. So, predators and incels, if they turn me into the cops they go down too because I always document their crimes very well. And I make sure they know that before I leave with their balls in a jar. It feels good to be the queen bitch.