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Accomplice Andie

 I know exactly what you need! You have this fucked up fantasy in your head involving your little neighbor girl but you know you can’t achieve this alone. You will need someone who is sick as you and someone who is not afraid to fetch the prey.

You need a young girl like me to become her friend. Someone she can trust at first. Then I bring her to you. You finally get to do all the perverted things that you’ve talked about.

BUT……. you don’t get to have all the fun. I did all the work, so I defiantly get first dibs on our little victim. It’s only fair, right? No worries though, you’ll be stroking your hard pedo dick the whole time. 

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Written By: Andie
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Email: Lilandie4phone@gmail.com

Your Favorite Accomplice

You go to the mall every weekend to see the cute little teen pussy. There’s one you’ve had your eye on for a while, an adorable bouncy thing. You need some help reeling her in. You know I can bring in the sweetest pussy for you.

I tell her I know where the best shops are and take her out to your car. That’s when we grab her. I get in the backseat with her and touch all over her body. She fights a lot, but a couple of slaps across the face and my mouth on her little tits, has her changing her tunes. Her pussy is getting all wet for you, baby.

We pull off to a secluded area in the woods. We drag her out of the car and get her on her knees. It’s time that she learns the proper way to suck cock. She doesn’t do a bad job on your cock, but you look at me and let me know that she needs a little more instruction.

I grab her hair and force it up and down. The choking sounds she makes while she struggles, really makes my pussy wet. You reach down and rub between my legs. You know your little girl so well.

We push her back in the dirt and I put that wet pussy right on her mouth. I reach down and grab her ankles and pull her legs back. She’s really trying to fight now, she knows that cherry is about to be popped. We look at each other and laugh. Let’s turn this little bitch out.

 

 

Written By: Raylin
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Email: naughtyraylin4fun@gmail.com

 

Slay Bells

     

             Christmas is the most fucking annoying holiday. It’s like the annoyance hangs over Halloween, and then fuck it’s that day again.

What annoys me about it all?

Let’s start with the fucking bells.  Bells, fucking bells wherever you go. I came up with a fun little game. I call it Slay Bells. I know, I like drinking games as much as anyone, but this is far more twisted, and will excite my dark little heart.

Every time I hear a fucking bell jingling, I commit a gratuitous act of violence. Violent Night has nothing on me, when I am pissed!

There we have it. Big, fat pedo Santa ringing his bell and I am already seeing RED! I get him alone and shove the bell up his big, fat ass. That was fun, the perfect way to bring some holiday cheer. 

I truly despise malls. That’s where I will go next. Elves ringing bells? Time to get totally violent and creative. Come here Mrs. Santa, I want to play!

 

Written By: Malaya Maxxx
Call  Malaya @ 1-866-659-8370
Email: malayamax@aol.com

 

 

Dirty Little Secrets

I love to role play and lately my mind has been going to a very dark and dirty place. All I can fantasize about lately is being your accomplice. I’ll seek out a fresh, young pussy to use and abuse in the most devious ways. 

I can almost taste that hot, tight pussy on my lips right now. It doesn’t matter how taboo you want it because I have no limits and will do anything to get your hard dick off. Plus, my cunt squirts so hard when I play out a forbidden fantasy with you. I love doing all your dirty deeds, so deviant,  I can’t talk about them here.

Shhh …no one has to know, it can be our dirty little secret.

 

Written By: Raylin
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Email: naughtyraylin4fun@gmail.com

 

 

 

It’s Almost Here, Bitches

        Ever since I was a little girl, I loved Halloween.  That was the only time I could be truly me. My parents always had issues with my costumes. I began keeping them, wearing them to school under my boring clothes.  I loved leather, and pvc, and especially the color black.

The Halloween I turned 12, I added some handcuffs, a whip, and a ball gag to my costumes. What they were actually used for, I did not know. All I knew was they were fun, and made me feel things between my legs. 

Then came the magical day when we got our first computer. OMG!! I would rush home to look for hours. The day I found out what all my Halloween gear was for, was monumental. Men like to be whipped? Men like to be castrated? They like their balls hurt? The more I went down the black leather and sex toys wormhole, the more excited I got. 

            Now to the present. Nothing much has changed, except I’m a grown woman now. I love Halloween just as much as when I was a little girl. The difference now is that I know how to use all my toys. I know how to inflict sweet, sweet pain. 

With me, every day is the excitement of Halloween. Remember the mystery? Remember how it felt every time you walked up to a door and knocked? Will it be a treat or a trick?  Come to my door and let’s find out.

 

Written By: Brianna
Call Brianna @ 1-866-949-7079
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Stalk, Stab, Strangle

When I was in school, my English teacher used to give us special assignments where we would follow people. Then we would report on what we think is their life. We would take all the details and write a short story. That was one of the few things I enjoyed in fucking classes. 

Even after I left school, I still would do it on my own. I found I loved stalking people. Sometimes, it would get me so excited I had to fuck myself right after. Overtime, stalking became boring.  I need more to get the sexual rush I craved. 

I began breaking in their homes.  I would steal pills, money, jewelry and such. I would go into their devices and add  and delete things. That was fun for a while, but like all things, I got bored of it. 

When I got bored of that, I began breaking into their homes at night with them asleep. I grabbed a knife from the kitchen, and quietly went up the stairs. They were sleeping soundly. I woke the man up with my hands on his balls. He tried to scream, but can’t. I smile, and stab him several times. His wife is next.

Make sure to lock your doors tonight. Then again, why bother. 

 

Written By: Malaya Maxxx
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Email: malayamax@aol.com

A Bit of Poison With Your Pleasure

The men and women in my life try so hard to forget me. The places I take them terrifies them, but it also excites them more than they ever thought possible. For that reason, you must take your Poison with your pleasure.

Your hand is shaking, you say “hello” in this little scared voice. 

You start with questions, way to many fucking questions. I promise you, I will make you use a ball gag if you don’t shut it with the annoying questions.  

Now you are doing all the tiresome things men do when they don’t want to be honest with me. Nothing is too extreme or violent for me. You cannot shock me, you never could. You like them young? Silly, stupid man. So do I. 

After our call, you might try to forget me. You can’t, can you? Be brave for once, take what it is you crave. 

 

 Written By: Poison Ivy
Call  Ivy @ 1-866-949-6550
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Sticks And Stones

Aren’t you just the cutest fucking man. How fucking small are you?  I could pick you up and toss you like a rag doll. It excites you to see how tiny you are standing next to me.

You glance at my strong, muscular thighs and wonder if they could pop your head like a pimple. The sexy things I could do to those frail bones of yours. The veins in your tiny neck are sticking out so much, I could hit them tossing my knife. 

I wonder if you would pass out from the pain before I snapped all your frail bones. Let’s fucking find out.

  I take your hand in mine and bend it back till bones snap. Then I take you hip in my hand and standing behind you I snap your hip bone. It’s okay, I can hold up your tiny little body. Of course, it’s more rewarding watching you fall to the hard floor. 

    My favorite part is his tiny feet. The pain I can inflict on those is unbelievably exciting. With him on the ground, I begin jumping up and down on his thin chest.  Sexy!  I just love the sound of breaking, and splintering bones. 

 

Written By: Malaya Maxxx
Call  Malaya @ 1-866-659-8370
Email: malayamax@aol.com

 

The Fucking Rent Is Late

  Come on now, you surely didn’t think that I was the one late with rent. I’ve been renting to this rather sexy man for a few months now. He’s been late every fucking month and I can’t have that. It’s time we had a little chat about what I expect. 

He arrives home to see a moving van sitting out front. Then comes the whining, and begging for more time. So fucking predictable. 

I tell him that maybe there’s a little something he can do for me to fix this issue. The fucking fool, begins to unzip. Yeah, that isn’t what I want from him but I do need to see what I’ll be working with.

I tell him to strip and show me what he has to offer. Not bad, but I need rent money. I tell him that I plan on pimping him out and then he’ll never be late with rent. He’s very excited now.

I tell him his first client is at the door. A few large men arrives. He pays and I bring him into the room. My renter is a bit confused now. His client is now the one unzipping. Both our eyes go wide when we see how fucking big he is.

My renter now tries to run. We simply can’t have that.  My rather large friend ties him to the bed and the nasty fun begins. A line is now forming, which gives me a fucking fab idea.  

Care to find out what happens to men who don’t pay their rent on time?  Let’s fucking play.

 

Written By: Malaya Maxxx
Call  Malaya @ 1-866-659-8370
Email: malayamax@aol.com

 

Trophy Balls

When it comes to getting what I want, I can be a little dishonest.  A close friend of mine was having some issues with her husband. He can’t seem to keep his hands and his dick to himself.  We had a lovely lunch and several shots of Bacardi. She was a little tipsy and suggested I remove the problem from her husband. He has always been a bit of a pig. It might be the booze talking, but I was tempted to take her up on it.

He arrived the next day very confused. She told him I was a sex therapist and that I was here to help with his problem. Once he was stripped down, I examined his goods. Castration? On those beauties? Seems like a bit of a waste to me. We struck up a bargain. I would take care of his needs and him mine. The only thing he needed to do was pretend I did the procedure. He was not to ask his wife for sex and in return, he would keep his balls. To sweeten the pot, I told him we could fuck every day.

He was back at my office for his checkup. We fucked the morning away and he left. Then came the frantic call from his wife. Clearly he’s not human, as he wants to fuck just as much if not more.  My, my, my someone has been a very bad boy.  As much as it pains me to say, off with his balls.

 

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Written By: Brianna
Call Brianna @ 1-866-949-7079
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