Rape phone sex fantasies, oh we all have them. I first knew how hard it made cocks when I fought off the man that came into my bedroom as a young girl. The harder I fought, the harder his dick became. In fact, that day, I was sleeping soundly as little girls do. Snug in my bed, with a small loose t-shirt on and white cotton panties. They may have had Barbie on them or something, I loved pink for sure.
As I laid there in my room helplessly asleey in those tight panties and small helpless body in the darkness, I felt a big large hand around my neck. By the time I opened my eyes, my panties had been ripped off and his cock was by my face shoving it down my tiny little throat. I obliged, scared for my life. I choked on that cock so hard as he thrust it in and out of me, I thought I was going to puke. In fact, I believe I did puke on his cock that night. Of course it only made this dude harder.
As I thought the gagging and choking on the cock would never end, tears running down my young face, relief came over me as he pulled he cock out finally. He put it right in my tiny pussy, head of his cock crowning me, rubbing it around for a moment before he pushed that monster inside me. I remember yelping but his hand ended up back on my mouth as I stared up at his eyes. He wore a black mask as he must’ve been fulfilling some kind of Home Invasion phone sex fantasy. Playing it out with my little young body that night.
Finish this fantasy with me on a call… hate to leave you hanging but you know.