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Bad Babysitter Phone Sex Lets You Fuck the Neighbor Girl

babysitter phone sexI love being a member of the bad babysitter phone sex club. At this point, I feel like I should get some sort of participation plaque for helping so many men fuck some young thing who I babysat. I have quite a good thing going. I’ve become the master of disguise with over 40 fake IDs. And different looks to keep me off the radar too.

Some parents might not even realize what happened to their little darling while in my care anyway. I do a good job of cleanup. But some of these little bitches and bastards will complain about sore holes the next day. And that’s why I never babysit using the same name twice. Most recently, one little girl had to disappear. So now, I must hang up the babysitter hat for about a month or so till things die down. But the money this guy paid me for clean-up made the risk worth it. But I love being the accomplice too.

Let me tell you what happened. Mark, not his real name to protect the guilty, hired me to babysit the neighbor girl. Now I did have to get hired first, but Mark gave me all the information I would need to make myself a desirable candidate to that little girl’s parents. And they hired me. Well, they hired Marie, one of my aliases.

As the Accomplice, I Take the Risks for You

Once the parents left the house, he would come over and fuck the little girl. Now I thought he just wanted to explore his rape phone sex fantasies for the schoolgirl. He didn’t say anything about snuff. But I think his dick and his mind were not on the same page. His dick wanted to keep enjoying that tight little pussy. However, his mind told him she’d be able to identify him even drugged.

I threw out a number thinking that would deter him from killing her because I would have to disappear for a while too. But he agreed. He didn’t strike me as the type that had snuff kind of money. Not sure what else he’s doing on a teacher salary, but he paid me an extra hundred thousand dollars to dispose of her body once he choked her out. Maybe his wife has the money. Who knows; I didn’t care. He killed her. And I took his money to dispose of her body.

I carried her lifeless little body to my car, avoiding the security cameras. And I drove her way out to the lake and weighed her body down so she would sink. She is fish food now. And I just disappeared with the body and all the sheets that would have her DNA on it. And more importantly, my client’s DNA on it too.

I’m a good accomplice phone sex partner. I take all the risks so you can have all the fun. Who knew a teacher had that kind of money or that he’d be willing to pay it just to fuck the neighbor girl. But I don’t look a gift horse in the mouth. His money spends just like any rich pervert’s money does.

Rape Phone Sex Fantasies Explored with This Mommy

rape phone sex fantasiesMen have rape phone sex fantasies for women. I’ve known this most of my life. I’ve experienced it most of my life. Usually, in some way, I’m asking for it. I know that goes against the grain of feminism, but I’m not a feminist. I’m a druggie whore and because of my cocaine addiction, I often put myself in dangerous situations. However, last night, I was just sleeping.

As I woke up to use the restroom, I noticed my husband sitting in the chair, but that seemed odd to me. Was I dreaming? I wiped the sleep from my eyes and turned on the little night light. And that’s when I saw his face. A stranger. And he was holding a knife to my husband’s throat. He looked at me with steel eyes, told me to get back into bed and spread my legs. I did as he told me because it appeared my husband’s life depended on it.

This intruder tied my husband up. And then he forced him to watch him fuck his wife. I had no coke. So, I felt way too sober for a home invasion phone sex fantasy, but I had no choice. This did not seem like a fantasy. I did my best to just get through it. And I thought I did. Once the guy nutted inside me, he dismounted and looked at my husband and told him that I had some good fuck meat.

I told my husband I would be OK. My husband doesn’t know half the shit that I’ve let happen to me over the years just to score some free cocaine. Little home invasion combined with some forced fucking seemed minor in comparison.

Not Everything Bad That Happens has a Reason Why

But this asshole was not finished with us yet. He woke up our boys and made them come into the bedroom. He told them that if they did not fuck me, he would slit all our throats. Now this guy does not have any clue that I already fuck my boys. But I know how sick minds work thanks to this job.

So, I acted like I didn’t want to violate the sacred mother son bond. But he pressed the knife against my youngest son’s throat, just enough to make him bleed a little. So, I told my boys it would all be OK, and to just do what he says. And my boys knew they needed to act like they didn’t want to do this either.

After each of my sons fucked me, this guy got hard again and decided to make me his ass rape porn star too. So, my boys and my husband had to watch him violate my asshole. Perhaps somebody should nominate me for an academy award. I think I made that intruder truly believe that he ruined my life. I think the only one to truly be distraught over the events that transpired in my bedroom that night was my husband. The next day, my boys told me they thought I arranged it. Not this time.

Three Twisted Wishes : PT 3

Necrophilia Phone Sex

My third and final wish was to have one of her friends fuck her dead body. He didn’t want to and we made him eat out her dead cold pussy before he slid his young hairless cock into her torn up pussy.  We laughed at him as he begged us to just stop this his tears sliding down his cheeks. I carved Lucifers sigil into his back and bound him to the dark lord. I let my friends play with his tight asshole and stretch him out like a gay little fuck doll.  He screamed as he was fucked by those big black cock. He even had two in his hole at one time. His asshole was stretched so wide it began to tear. Blood trickled down their cocks I walked over and made him cum all over my sisters corpse and smiled evilly at him. i cut Off his cock and balls and sewed him up so he had a hole that the boys could use whenever they wanted. He cried and screamed as he realized what this meant. he was nothing but a fuck toy. He would never free him and at least for now he was going to be our slave.

Killer Phone Sex is Guaranteed if You Invade My Space

killer phone sexKiller phone sex gives you 1 million ways to die. Although I avoid guns and primarily use knives as my instrument of destruction and pain, I’ve killed people with my bare hands, household items, and even my teeth. I had to use all my resources last night to survive an intruder. But sort of like that movie, “Don’t Breathe,” that guy broke into the wrong fucking house. And what he thought might be an easy score ended his life.

Now, I’m a dominant sadistic bitch. So, I always keep knives nearby. Hidden all over the place. And even strapped to my body. I keep one under my mattress and one under my pillow too. Normally I’m a light sleeper; so, I wake up to the sound of anything. However, yesterday I had some dental work done, and sedation mixed with painkillers put me into a much deeper sleep. By the time I woke up, this intruder appeared too close to act in my normal fashion. But I am not a snuff porn star. So, I gave him one hell of a fight.

Because he had his full weight on the mattress as he attempted to strangle me, I could not get to the knife from under the mattress. But I bit his hand so hard he pulled it away, giving me the opportunity I need to grab the knife. Although I could’ve slit his throat right there, and it would’ve been justifiable homicide, he needed to feel some pain. A lot of pain. So, I stabbed him in the shoulder. And that got him completely off me. Now I had the upper hand. I kicked him hard in the groin bringing him to his knees. Then I ripped off his mask, but I didn’t recognize him.

Never Feel Sorry for a Home Intruder. He Gets What He Deserves

I dragged his body out of my bedroom, down my stairs and into my torture chamber. And the fun happens here for me. Clearly, this man possessed great strength, so I had to strap him down to a table. Can you believe this fucking loser tried to plead for his life. The same man that left ligature marks around my neck now wanted forgiveness. Do I look like the kind of woman that ever grants forgiveness. No. This idiot started to piss me off crying and begging. So, he earned himself free castration phone sex.

And he earned himself a free death too. But first I’m mutilated his junk. Took his balls off with a rusty knife. Then I used another knife to chop a little piece of his dick off at a time like it was one of those sausage logs you get on a charcuterie board. Now he really started crying. Fucking pussy.

He had his hands tightly around my neck and I never once shed a tear. I never once begged for mercy. I just fought for my life and gained the upper hand. But then I have balls. I made him eat part of his dick and balls. Don’t feel sorry for him. He broke into my house and tried to kill me. He deserved everything I dished out.

Eventually, all I wanted to go back to bed and let the meds wear off. So, I grabbed his mutilated body and dragged him outside to the patio. And I watched the wildlife eat him alive. I might be the best neighborhood watch ever. I would have believed I dreamed it all, but when I woke  part of his cock and balls were still in my dogs’ food bowels.

Men Pay Me for a Snuff Sex Death and Sometimes, It is Their Death

snuff sexAlthough it’s true that men hire me for snuff sex, it is as the accomplice mostly. Men want me to help them either exact revenge on some gold digging whore, or they just want to fuck something young and tight. However, Tom wanted to die. And he wanted me to be the one to do it.

I try not to ask any questions. I’m a hired gun, but most of my experiences fall into the realm of the accomplice or the victim. I was hesitant at first to take this gig. However, I’d be stupid to pass up that kind of money. Will the world miss a loser. Plus, the guy appeared very non-threatening. I appeared both taller and stronger than him. So, I thought about it, and took the gig. I needed the money. And he wanted to die.

I have learned not to ask too many questions. But this guy told me his life story. He’s pretty much been a loser from day one. And in his attempts to not be a loser, he found himself overextended financially. To make himself more appealing to women, he borrowed a bunch of money that he had no way of paying back.

And he borrowed from the wrong men who planned to kill him and make it hurt.  I think he hired me to kill him more humanely without all the torture sex. Sort of like euthanasia. No doubt, he paid me to kill him with money he borrowed from loan sharks, but a small sliver of what he owes them, I am sure.

Some Me Pay Me to Kill Others for Them, But Some Hire Me to Kill Them

He borrowed all this money to impress one girl who was not impressed because whatever money he had turned out to never be enough for her. Personally, I think she should’ve died over him, but I took the money and did the job.

Although this was supposed to be a humane death, I did not have access to drugs that can kill people humanely. But I did have access to some Xanax and muscle relaxers. So, I crushed them and made him a special cocktail to subdue him. I planned to utilize suffocation phone sex techniques. It seemed more humane than using a knife or a gun. Less clean up too.

So, once the drugs kicked in, I sat on his face. I could smother him with my pussy. Eating a bitch way out of your league seemed like a humane way to die to me. However, he began to thrash around as my thighs squeezed the sides of his head. And he tried to fight me. I gave him a lot of drugs. He should not have been that feisty. So, I had a problem.

And suddenly this gig became messy and inhumane. I grabbed a knife that I had in my back pocket in case of an emergency. This seemed like an emergency. I did not want to die because some loser suddenly got the will to live as I tried to kill him. So, I slit his throat. He bled out all over his floor.

Seriously, I never thought he would fight me. But he’s dead now. And I’m 50 grand richer. To think, I almost didn’t take this gig and I felt sorry for him initially. But after that struggle, all I could think about was finding the next man who needs to die.

Ass rape porn then a big bite from Master Daddy

Ass rape porn Ass rape porn get me your veiny cock to split me open. Afterwards, you are so hungry you need to take a big bite out of my cute, perky ass. Your teeth sink in like it’s a ripe peach. Your teeth tearing through my flesh should make me terrified, in horrific pain. But I’ve been appropriately trained, haven’t I?

Thank you for slamming me against the wall and drilling your cock into my asshole. You pounded it so hard, you’ve got to fuck my guts back into me. I want your cum gushing into my ruptured insides. Flip me over and bite the hell out of my tender ass. I might gasp out in pain, but that means you should take another bite. My flesh, my body belongs to you. I used to want to run away from all the Torture sex, but now I surrender to your power completely. Eat me alive, Sir, I’m all yours!

Snuff Phone Sex Fantasies Will End Me One Day

snuff phone sexSnuff phone sex fantasies most men have. And for whatever reason men like that gravitate to me. It’s like they have a six sense and feel my vulnerability and my desperateness for coke. But last night, I walked into a lair of killer men.

I decided to go barhopping last night. I had no intention of getting into too much trouble. Maybe suck a few dicks and get some coke. Have some fun and crawl back into bed with my husband. And my plan seemed to be working. Most of the guys I blew appeared to be normal guys. Just partying because they did not need to work today. I have long found that the night before a holiday, the bars get packed with men just looking to blow off some steam.

But one of the bars I walked into had a much different vibe than the others. A darker vibe. A new bar. I should have called it quits before I came here. Apparently, this bar doubles as a snuff porn studio too. Women walk into the bar, but they rarely walk out. And I discovered the hard way what this place was really all about. Apparently for the men, it’s a membership only place that cums with a healthy price tag. Men pay half 1 million a year to visit this bar. But what they get for their money seems priceless according to the members.

Even When I Do Not Go Looking for Trouble, It Finds Me

When an unsuspecting woman like me stumbles into this mysterious new bar, she finds herself in the labyrinth of hell. Different rooms provide its own form of hell for a woman. I felt like I walked into something out of Eli Roth’s movie Hostel. I literally walked across broken glass. And that disabled me. When I fell to my knees, men dick slapped me, and skull fuck me. As my feet bled, I felt shards of glass digging into my knees.

That felt like nothing. The next room men strapped me to a slab of concrete and tortured me with electrical currents until I pissed myself. I hate being shocked. And this seemed more elaborate than anything I experienced before. Most men just use a cattle prod on me. But this contraption included little stickers they attached to the most sensitive parts of my body. They shocked me in unison. Pure torture sex. They even put stickers inside my cunt and over my asshole too. So, that explains why I pissed and shit myself in the bar.

One of These Days, I Will Run Out of Nine Lives

I didn’t make it through all the rooms in that bar. But only because I knew one of the guys in this torture den. My husband‘s brother. Never in 1 million years thought I’d see him in a place like this. So, I guess that goes to show you that you can’t always judge a book by its cover.

This guy is a money market man. He manages the wealth of a lot of people in our community. When I recognized him, I thought for sure he killed me just to keep his secret. But he thought about my boys and did not want them to lose their mother. So, he showed me the trap door that allowed me to escape.

But I smelled like piss. And burning flesh. My knees and my feet bled. And I did not have my clothes. A homeless man in an alley gave me some old dirty clothes to wear so that I could get home. Thank God, my husband takes Ambien at night. He slept through me coming home showering and crawling back into bed with him like nothing happened. But no doubt he might notice that I’m limping today. It’s hard to walk when your feet hurt from shards of glass.

I still can’t believe I saw my brother-in-law in a place like that. And I know for a fact that this likely will come back to bite me in the ass. Just like my stepson owns me. I think my brother-in-law does now too. But now I know a bar to avoid like the plague. I had no idea that something so sinister even existed in my small town. I should’ve stopped barhopping before I even got to this macabre torture chamber masking as a bar.

Three Twisted Wishes: Pt 2

Sex With Dead Bodies

 

My second wish was delightfully evil. I wished my little sister back to life, then I wished the devil himself could come in and fuck her tight little holes. She screamed as she saw his hooved figure and that impossibly large cock. It was almost the size of a third leg! She screamed and tried to run away as he lifted her small young body up and slammed  his over sized demon cock into her tight baby girl pussy splitting it open. She screamed as blood dripped down his cock and balls. She screamed a final scream as his boiling hot cum shot into her ruined cunt. Her lifeless body fell to the floor as he vanished. I laughed and played with her small tits and her bloody cum filled cunt. I told the boys to fuck her dead body while I bound her soul to her corpse so she could feel everything.  After they ruined what was left of her pussy I cut her chest open and bit into her heart. I love the metallic taste of blood and the texture of the heart.  I smile down at her and kiss her cold lips. This is just the second wish. I love these sweet murder fantasies.

Knife Play Phone Sex Never Catches Me Off Guard

knife play phone sexKnife play phone sex brings me joy. I am never without a knife. Usually, I have a few knives strapped to my body. If you cannot tell, I’m a sharp objects fan. I never use a gun. Why? Simple. A knife requires more skill and more precision. Plus, it makes the torture linger. What fun is a quick death?

If you cannot tell, I am a sadist. I talked to a guy last night who wanted to know the real me. Not the persona. But for me, that’s hard to differentiate because I’m not a normal girl. I don’t sit around and do things like paint my nails, go to clubs or pick up random men to fuck. I like horror films, snuff films and mutilating men’s junk. But I also like kidnapping and torturing young girls and women too. I am an equal opportunity sadist.

Last night, all I wanted to do was enjoy some absinthe at the bar and listen to some sisters Of Mercy. And it appeared to be going splendidly until some cunt walked into the bar like she owned it. She did not appear to be a goth girl either. So, no way a vanilla girl could own that bar. She came in bitchy as fuck. And started getting rude with everyone.

I couldn’t let that shit slide on my watch. I can literally get away with murder in that bar and nobody says a word to me. That’s because I take care of the riff raft. And I take care of the cunts and bastards they try to prey on a Goth girls. What you might not know about Goth folks is that we take care of each other. We have each other‘s back.

No Karens Allowed. We Fuck Up Cunts in a Goth Bar

So that fucking Karen walked into her own private hell. And she became a snuff porn star instantly. I tripped her as she was running towards the back yelling at us all. I hopped off my ball stool, grabbed her by her high ponytail, slammed her head into the bar until her nose bled. No one called the police.

 In fact, they cheered me on. While the bitch laid on the ground bleeding, trying to get her bearings, I kicked her in the cunt. I took my spiked heel, jammed it into the palm of her hand. Pulled out my knife strapped to my inner thigh and removed a few fingers.

I invited my fellow Goth patrons to trample and kick her too. This bitch did not survive the night. Because she walked into the wrong bar. She had the wrong attitude. And we are all tired of perfect looking Barbie dolls making our lives hell. So, this felt long overdue attribution. Maybe not her specifically but girls just like her.

We completely mutilated the bitch. Turned her body into a pile of flesh. blood and sinew. We don’t wear sensible shoes in a Goth bar. We wear spiked heels and spiked boots and steel-toed shoes. So, we fucked this bitch up with our feet and my knife. We spit on her. Humiliated her. Stabbed her. And completely shredded her into little pieces. Then we fed her remains to the stray cats in the alley.

Snuff sex gives us a cathartic release. So never feel bad about wanting to kill some bitch or bastard. The world is filled with way too many of them anyway. The way I look at it, this is natural selection. Survival of the fittest. Weak bitches never survive around a group of sadistic bitches.

Submissive bitch gets gangbanged at the bar, cheers!

Ass rape porn

I’m a barhopping bitch, just love getting drunk and sometimes that comes with random men taking their rage and rape fantasies out on me.  That’s the place I know I’ll get taken advantage of. Maybe someone will slip something in my drink and make me blackout, waking up with fecal cum dripping down from my cooter, covering my body, unaware of what happened last night.

God damn, getting taken worked, smashed and pounded, blacked out and fucked up the ass on the bar counter for a sick, demented evil steamy wet show. Hot young lady, popping bald smooth kitty ass and ass for days, hard cock to resist. A bitch with daddy issues, this is the attention I get. Put the fear in my eyes and make me scream for mercy while you choke me out. So many guys holding me down, one at a time taking shots and shoving sloppy wet cocks inside me. 

Ripped, shredded, I’m in and out, bouncing booty bar stool fucks. Tingling oozing creamy tight pussy perked up while my heads hanging, hooten and hollering my kitty wrapped around each dick. A wild nasty evil audience, fuck boys getting their fix. Daddy’s worthless daughter squirting, spewing cum circles like a leaky firehose. Broken fuck whore getting cheered on, donkey kong dicks rolled right through sweet Belle at the bar.  I think your pathetic pecker needs to participate..