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Don’t go walking after midnight….

sadistic phone sexI popped my thumb out into the night air. it was chilly outside and my nipples poked through my thin silk shirt. I wish I had brought my jacket but it was back at the party. My BF had slapped my face for flirting and I walked out. Now I was alone on a dark back road.  Headlights loomed behind me and I breathed a sigh of relief, pulling up my skirt to make it even shorter. A carload of gang members honked and I hopped in, not caring that I was in danger. “Hey girl, you want some good shit?” I smiled as he rolled up my sleeve and shot me up. I floated away as they hands reached for my tits.

I was jolted awake by the force of the blow. They had all taken turn fucking my ass and pussy, leaving me a cream pie under my skirt, dripping down my legs.  The last one was mounting me, forcing his giant cock into my frothy fuck hole. He was breathing heavy, slapping me with each thrust. I could almost feel my skull cracking. I was battered, bruised, but my pussy betrayed me by throbbing as he finished off deep in my cunt. They were still laughing as they dumped my drugged, bloody carcass on the side of the dirt road. I heard voices and knew I was saved. But I was wrong. Hitchhiking would be the death of me. Two passing hunters rolled me over, grinned, and took turns fucking my half-dead body. Even then, my clit begged for more as they fucked me back and forth between them.


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Drugs and aliens make for evil sex.

fantasy phone sexI wasn’t sure if it was the drugs or if I was really abducted by aliens last night. I remember picking up a john and going for a ride in his car. It was supposed to be a simple blowjob in exchange for a little coke. But the next thing I knew we were driving into some woods. He pulled me out of the car and punched me in the face. “Filthy druggie whore. Your ruined my life. My wife left me because of a whore like you.” He kicked me hard in the ribs, breaking them, driving a shard of bone right into my lungs.  I began to gurgle as the blood replaced air. He pulled me up by my hair and smashed a handful of coke into my face. forcing me to inhale it. He pulled out his cock and rammed it into my mouth, which was filled with drugs and blood. He came within seconds, aroused by beating me. “Die of an overdose with cum in your mouth, you tramp.” he screamed. Darkness took me.

I woke as I felt a searing pain. My scream was cut short by a blow from an alien creature. He yanked me to my knees and I felt his probing beastly cock move over my body. He found my pussy and burrowed deep into it. It felt like a million razor blades and I screamed as my pussy became wetter than ever before. The creature grunted and moaned, filling me with cum that was like battery acid.  My drug induced euphoria made me scream with my own orgasm.

I opened my eyes. I was lying in leaves and dirt. I slowly pulled myself upright. Had I really been fucked by an alien? Or was it just the drug overdose and the blows to my head? I reached down to touch my sore pussy and looked at my hand. It was covered with a slimy green ooze.

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Torture phone sex makes me wet.

torture phone sexHe cut us out several more lines. I was beyond fucked up and horny as hell. I had drained his cock several times and he was done for. He laughed as I fingered myself. “Let me find something to help you out.” he grinned. He came back with a nasty toilet brush. “How about this?” I shrieked with laughter as he flipped me over and began to tickle my pussy with the wicked dildo. “No way.” But he was high and didn’t listen. My giggle turned to a moan as he began to push the bristled cock up into me. It hurt like hell and I protested. But he was too caught up to listen. I kicked my feet trying to get away as it pierced my inner labia and clit. “Snort this.” he ordered. I inhaled some more shit as he continued to fuck me, first with the handle, then turning it around and inserting the bristles all the way. I felt 1000 needles poking into me as he rammed it harder. He was nasty now, demanding that I fuck the foul shit-tinged brush. I arched and moaned as his cock got hard. I felt the blood run down my legs as he showed no mercy. He violated me as his cock spasmed all over the brush. Then he brought it up to my mouth and forced me to brush my teeth with the cummy, shitty porcupine dildo from hell. Tomorrow my swollen, bloody cunt would pay the price for the drugs that controlled my life. But I don’t care. I’m just a stupid, druggie slut.

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Evil in Latex snuff sex

domination phone sexLatex was what he asked for. I had never played this game before and had no idea what I was getting into. I only know that the money was great and my need for drugs overpowered any fear I might have. I arrived in what I felt to be a sexy latex attire. He looked at me and laughed. Amateur, he said.

He left the room and returned in his own latex. He looked evil and I could not see his eyes. He was wearing a complete bodysuit that left his cock exposed. He was wearing a latex cock ring and I could see that it was swollen and purple, the veins bulging in anticipation.

In my drugged state, I realized that he was a Domme and I was to be his submissive. He grabbed me by the hair and forced his fat cock down my throat. He began to utter obscenities and to degrade me. “Filthy whore, Piece of shit, druggie cum dumpster.” This seemed to inflame him further. He hooked me up to a pole with a dog collar around my neck. “Good little bitch.” he said. “Call me Master.”

An hour later, I was screaming his name as he beat me. “Please, Master. No more.” He punched me right in the mouth, knocking me back on the floor. He was on me just like that. I felt a knife cut into my flesh as he slashed at the crotch of my latex jumpsuit. He rammed his wicked fuck stick right into my cunt. I screamed as his massive meat pumped into me. He grunted and moaned as his orgasm took him, spraying cum all over the latex. I felt the knife as the last drop of cum hit my face. He cut me deep and I could fill the jumpsuit filling with blood. The world began to grow dark and I heard him say. “Dump her. She’s just a junkie whore.”

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Evil phone sex is the bloodiest.

evil phone sexI knew from the way he looked at me that he was pure evil, the epitome of evil phone sex. Still, I knew he had the good drugs and I couldn’t resist. He watched me warily as I approached him in the parking lot. He was an unattractive man with a reputation as having a huge cock and lots of money. “Excuse me, sir. I’m looking for something special to help me celebrate tonight.” His gold grille flashed as his evil mind ticked. “Please step inside of my limo and let’s talk.” But I was so naive. As soon as I sat down, I felt his hands around my throat. “Damn trashy drug whore. Why you bother me?” he hissed.He flicked his knife out and cut my bra, exposing my huge tits. “Nasty.” he grumbled as he slashed his blade across them. The blood spurted all over his pretty limo. This really enraged him and he let loose with a barrage of punches. My neck snapped back with the impact as my nose shattered and my eye sockets crunched. I felt a tooth fall into my cleavage. He pulled out his cock and began to jerk it, obviously pleased with the damage he had done. ” Here’s your something special, whore.” He motioned to two of his men. “Give her a double and dump her.” I saw the flash of a needle as something was injected into my neck. I began to foam at the mouth as they shoved me from the limo. I landed right in the middle of hell in the homeless district as the dirty bums surrounded me with grins on their faces. Out of my good eye I saw cocks being pulled out as I lost consciousness. The coma took me before I knew how many men were to violate my half dead carcass that night, spewing diseased cum into my drug ravaged body. Such is the life of a druggie slut.


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Snuff phone sex in the park

snuff phone sexI’d had a very nice day at the park doing drugs and panhandling. I’d even crashed a few parties and been offered a few drinks. I was feeling no pain as I staggered through the grass. I had no clue that I was being watched until it was too late. A group of homeless men living in the shadows of the park were like silent predators, seeing my small, drugged body as the perfect sexual target. They were on me like wolves, beating me unconscious and pulling me into the netherworld of the forest.

I could barely open my battered eye sockets. I tasted the blood on my lips. A dozen of them stood around me. I could feel my ravaged pussy now as yet another one of them climbed on top of me. His foul breath came in gasps as he pumped me viciously with a rock hard cock. Another feral creature stepped forward and grunted, trying to get his nasty stick into my ass at the same time. I whimpered and they knew I was alive. A third one grabbed me by the air, pulling me upward to his giant cock and plunged it into my throat. He used it like a weapon, asphyxiating me, as I wheezed for air. This seemed to inflame them and I was surrounded by horny animals, all wanting to use and abuse me. I felt the world going dark around me as he rammed my windpipe over and over with his oversize meat stick. Even in my drugged state, I knew I was dying. My soul seemed to leave my body and I found myself hovering over it, watching these monsters continue to fuck my dead carcass. Despite it all, I felt my pussy begin to twitch in orgasm. It was one bad drug trip…or was I really dead?


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Late night domination phone sex and ass pounding

domination phone sexWhoa. Make this train wreck stop. Getting fucked in the ass with an 11 inch cock was not part of my work agenda tonight!!!  It was slow at the cafe and I’d blown enough johns to cover my bills. Me and the girls were having coffee when he walked in. Talk, black, and buff, he exuded that blatant sexuality that drives women wild. The bulge in his spandex pants told the whole story. He walked right back to the condom display and deliberately dropped a box of Magnums into his bag. I approached him, asking him to pay for them. “You gotta pay, sweetheart, or I’ll get them taken out of my check. I sure aint buying no Mags if I don’t even get to see that cock that’s gonna fill it.” He flashed a gold grille and whispered, “Follow me.” Curious, I did. He was parked in the darkness at the back of the lot. I smelled the joint that he fired up and licked my lips. He handed it to me and I sucked deeply. Suddenly, that shit just hit me. Whatever it was laced with made my pussy like lava. The big nigga smiled as he spun me around, planting me facedown on his caddy. He banged my face into the hood a few times. My skirt was yanked up and I could feel his giant dick sans condom, of course, pushing urgently at my backdoor. I screamed into the darkness as he rammed my pooper, deep and hard. He laughed an evil laugh as I screamed for my god to save me. He was grunting and lifting my hips with every thrust. tearing chunks of hair from my head.  I was begging now, despite the pain, as I felt his cum bubble up in my guts. He grinned like crazy as he handed me back the stolen scum sacs. I could barely walk back into the cafe as he drove off.  Nice play, nigga. Nice play!!!

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Rape phone sex fantasies on Cinco de Mayo.

rape phone sex fantasiesI don’t why they targeted me. Maybe they had been out celebrating Cinco de Mayo and had too much tequila. I was just at my dealer’s to pick up some blow. I heard them whistle as I came down the steps. There was a lot of whispering in Spanish and I was grabbed from behind. I could smell the muskiness and stench of unwashed flesh as they dragged me into the alley. A punch to the head rendered me almost unconscious. There were at least 8 of them and they pulled out their cocks. Dark gangsta types with saggy pants and no concern for the law, they just wanted white pussy. My skirt was pushed up and my panties were ripped off as they pulled out huge cocks. The biggest one was on me like a starving mongrel shoving 12 inches into my dry hole. I try to scream but my panties were stuffed into my mouth. He was fucking me piston style, but flipped over suddenly, making me ride on top. He grabbed me by the hair and yanked me forward, exposing my tight little asshole to them. “Fuck, yes.” I heard one of them say and I felt his massive cock against my pucker hole. I bucked and tried to escape but that inflamed them more. My ass ripped as he stuffed me full of beaner cock. The blood lubricated it and I could feel it running down my legs. They double penetrated me for at least 15 minutes before filling me with jungle juice. The lesser gang members then got the sloppy seconds. The last one was a violent fuck. He held a knife to my throat and threatened to kill me. With each stroke he hit me. I felt like a pinata. I felt my nose break, my lips bust open, and my eye swelling shut as he pounded me into the pavement. Before they left, they all kicked me and spit on my prone body.

As I came to, all I was worried about was my drugs. I found the baggie stuffed into my bra and stuck to my tits. That’s all I cared about, just the drugs. As I struggled to my feet, all I could think about was getting home and getting wasted. That’s just the life of a druggie whore. Happy Cinco de Mayo.

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Alien Impregnation

fantasy phone sexI was walking home from the club after a fight with my dealer. I was a wreck and needed some shit bad. I had the shakes and I felt queasy. Then my damn heel broke and I fell on my face and hit my head. When I looked up, there was a bright light. A large vehicle was in front of me and a dark shadow came out. Wracked with pain, I asked if he had any drugs. He laughed and took my arm. I was led aboard this fucked up place filled with men. Not ordinary men. Bald, scrawny men. They all moved to touch my giant tits and probe my pussy. The leader screeched at them in a foreign language, making them know that I was his. In his quarters, he turned to me and showed me a giant penis. It was fucking huge. “Drugs.” I begged. He seemed to understand and injected me with something that burned like fire. I felt like I was on the edge of a massive orgasm. He pushed me to the pallet, climbing on top of me, forcing his monster cock into me. I felt my pussy tear but there was no pain. Then he bit me on the tit, his fangs sinking into my flesh. I felt my skin melt and I became a fuck machine. I rode my alien lover in every position as he squealed and dumped loads of cosmic ooze into my slit. Afterward, he injected me again and blackness took me.

I woke up on a grassy knoll. I wondered how long I’d been out and if it had been a hallucination. In my hand was a bag of sci-fi looking injectors like my captor had used. As I struggled to my feet, I felt something move inside of me, like the kicking of the unborn. Had I been used as a breeder for the alien race or was it just the drugs taking their toll.

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To be continued….

 


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Hot Pocket Lunch Surprise

taboo phone sexNever fall for the Alabama Hot Pocket trick unless you like nasty sex. Being the victim that I am , I couldn’t say no. To be honest, I had no idea what a Hot Pocket was, but it sounded yummy. Oh, man, I was about to find out the truth.

He got me nice and fucked up first. I sucked his cock and licked his asshole. He was really getting into my rim job. He was so excited that his cock looked like it was gonna burst. His asshole puckered and winked. He pulled away and squatted right over my pussy. “Spread those whore legs wide.” he moaned. “Now open that pussy for Daddy.” I pulled my thick lips apart showing him the pink. I could barely wait for that thick cock. But he didn’t slide me the sausage. Instead he grunted loudly and pushed a gooey shit log out of his stinkhole, letting it drop into my spread cunt. I squealed with disgust and he laughed. “Come on. You’re gonna love this. You’re my dirty whore.”

With a long stroke, he rammed his cock into my pudding filled delight, squishing it out on both sides of his cock. I felt it oozing down the crack of my ass as the drugs kicked in. We were fucking hard, flinging shit everywhere. Just as he was ready to blow his load, he pulled out, rubbing his shitty dick all over my face. Every Hot Pocket has that creamy, cheesy filling, you know. Grabbing my hair, he pushed his foul penis into my mouth and exploded a feces filled froth inside. “Lunch is served, bitch.” he yelled. All I could do was gulp as I tried not to puke.

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