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Thanksgiving Rape Phone Sex Fantasies

rape phone sex sex fantasiesRape phone sex fantasies are on the rise. Maybe it is the holidays or the virus or a combination of many things. Who knows, but this soccer mom has taken a virtual pounding. I love being able to help guys work out their aggression. Unlike my stepson, most of my callers only have fantasies that they would never act out. My stepson does not have fantasies. He acts out everything. He has hated me since his father married me. I was the mistress. I was supposed to be the side piece not the new wife. Holidays are a sore spot for him. He always gets drunk and gets even. We had a nice small family Thanksgiving. I thought it went well. Honestly, he was on good behavior. But later that night, he followed me when I snuck out of the house to get a fix. I would later find out it was a set up. He had spoofed my phone making me think I was meeting my dealer to get some coke. He led me right to a gangbang rape porn. There was no dealer. There were no drugs. Just a bunch of his friends willing to force fuck his stepmom for him. I had no idea I was walking into a trap. As soon as I was in the secret meeting place, the door shut, the lights came on and I saw the men. They looked like hungry vultures. They started to paw at me. It felt like I was going to be torn limb from limb. They yanked my arms so hard, I felt my arm pull right out of the socket. When I saw my stepson, I knew I had been set up. His civility at dinner was masking his plan to have me gang banged against my will. He let his friends do his dirty work. They fisted me. They sodomized me. They broke me both spiritually and physically.  And all for a 20-year-old grudge.


Snuff Sex Thanksgiving

snuff sexWhile others are having Thanksgiving, I will be having snuff sex. It is a holiday tradition. I am not the typical soccer mom. I will be up late tonight doing lines of coke while my stepson and his friends fuck me. They hate holidays. For my stepson, it is just a reminder that his father left his mom for a hot younger model. He has step mommy issues. He is bipolar too. A total roller coaster of emotions, and I never know what I am going to get with him. He showed up last night drunk. He had a bag with rope and BDSM equipment and ten friends. I tried telling him this was not a good time, but he was not having any of that. They knocked me down on my foyer floor, tore off my clothes and tied me up like a side of beef. They whipped their cocks out and told me I was a four-hole whore. I looked at them and was like, four? I could only think of three. As they fought who would take my holes first, my stepson was like leave the fourth one for me to destroy. I was scared. Were they going to cut my belly button open? It turned out he was talking about my urethra. I pleaded with him no. That hole is too small. Way too small. He did not care. He rammed it in and I yelped. I cried too. I could feel the pain and the blood trickling out my pee hole. That only put them into gangbang rape porn mode. They loved hurting me. They loved destroying my tiny holes. They played musical holes. Every one of them fucked each hole of mine, filling me with cum. He did not even share his coke. I was bleeding and crying. My holes destroyed and I know there is more to come.


It Was Not a Snuff Porn Fantasy

snuff pornHe had a snuff porn fantasy. I told him I was the girl for him. I needed the money. I was desperate. Holidays are approaching and my city is back indoors. I am going to need a lot of coke to get through both being shut in and the holidays. He asked me if I had ever seen the movie The Hitcher. I thought I did once upon a time but was not certain. I was still high and honestly, just thinking about the money he was going to pay me. When you are an addict, you never think things through. He made me dress like a street walker. I put on some fishnet stockings, high heels, a leather mini skirt and a trampy looking top. I teased my red hair out like a video vixen.  I even did my make-up in that 80s slut look. Red lipstick, baby blue eye shadow and pink cheeks. I was ready to act out whatever movie scene he wanted, get my money and then get my coke. I was not getting force fucked. This was not some ass rape porn gig either. He planned on killing me. Literally, he wanted to rip me in shreds, and I was too stupid to realize it until it was too late. I was standing between two semi-trucks and still clueless. He chained one arm to one rig and the other arm to the other rig. Still, I thought this was fake. I had no memory of the movie. If I had, I may not have agreed. I had no idea he had accomplices in the driver seat of each truck and as they inched forward a little, I was being pulled in two different directions. I pissed myself. Blondie’s song Rip Her to Shreds played in my head as my arm popped out of its socket. My leg pulled out of its socket. Skin tore from my limbs. My left arm tore off first, then my left leg. Blood was spurting everywhere. I must have gone into shock because everything went dark. I remember hearing laughter right before I died. Druggy whores should never agree to snuff sex. It never works out.


Bondage Phone Sex Gone Wrong

bondage phone sexBondage phone sex can go horribly wrong when you are a druggy whore. One of the ways I make extra money to score coke is with bondage shoots. I enjoy being bound and gagged for photographers. It makes me feel vulnerable. It requires trust. I must trust the photographer. Trust that he is taking pictures for some sort of fetish site and not going to hurt me. The truth is though, that if I am restrained, you can do anything you want to me. Stuff a ball gag in my mouth and I cannot scream for help. This makes me your perfect victim. I agreed to a bondage shoot with the guy I did not know. Coronavirus has limited my options for making money to buy coke, so I answered an ad on a fetish site. I thought he was just looking for models to profit from. A photographer pays women like me to be his model. He then makes way more money from selling the pictures to many different online rags. I never have ownership of the pictures, even though I am the model. The guy seemed fine. He had an assistant who tied me up and helped me into certain poses. He was polite while taking pictures, then suddenly Mr. Hyde disappeared, and I was dealing with Dr. Jeckel.  He got verbally abusive. He spewed a litany of insults at me. His assistant started yanking the ropes like a sick puppeteer. My arms were restrained behind my back and I could feel him pulling tightly like he wanted to fracture my arm. I was not just uncomfortable; I was in pain. His assistant came around to the front of me and spit in my face before he began using me as a punching bag. He broke my nose. Fractured some ribs. I passed out strung up on my tippy toes. What woke me was the impact my body made on the floor when he cut me loose. They were not done yet. I agreed to a bondage shoot, but what I made was a gangbang rape porn. Other men came into the room and fucked my pussy and sodomized my ass for hours. At least I still got paid. The coke I bought helped dull the pain until it did not.


Gangbang Rape Porn Party

gangbang rape pornGangbang rape porn makes me wet. I know. Not the typical statement from a soccer mom. I love lots or guys fucking me at once. I was feeling in a dark mood the other night, so I went to this underground swinger’s club with a twist. It is a kinky swinger’s club. BDSM, double penetration, watersports, hardcore ass fucking. It is not just swapping partners. It is about dominating and breaking wives. Women can go solo because they always ending up breaking a woman quickly and she becomes incapacitated. They welcomed me to the party because the guy running the show knows it is hard to break this bitch.  I was blowing this hung married guy while another one fucked my ass. Guys were joining in and it quickly became a gang bang. I was not the only woman in the place, but you would not have known that based on all the cock my fuck holes were getting. A couple wives joined in, but they started crying when their assholes got fucked. Amateurs. More cock for me then. I ended up with like 50 cocks. I like that ratio. I love gang bangs, group sex, orgies, hardcore ass fucking. I am a seasoned whore. The gang bang turned sinister like something out of a snuff porn. The husbands got rough. Violent rough. They started strangling me, choking me, and punching me as they shoved several cocks in a hole at once. I tried to be a good whore. I licked cum and piss off the floor. I was an ass to mouth slut. I did not flinch when cigars burned my nipples. I think they were showing the wives how a whore is supposed to be treated. I showed them well, because when it was done, my ass was gaped so wide a head would have fit up it. I was covered in so much cum, I could not open my eyes. And my limbs were officially sore.


A Taboo Phone Sex Halloween

taboo phone sexIt is no secret I am a pain slut. That is why I am into taboo phone sex. I have harmed my body in more ways than one getting fucked up. I am not really talking about all the coke I pour into my body though. It is what I do when I am high. I make awful decisions that put me in precarious situations. I met this dude at a Halloween party last weekend. He wanted to hook up later and do some coke with a group of his friends. I agreed to meet him later. The address he gave me turned out to be for this abandoned asylum with a spooky history on the outskirts of town. Rumor has it that the place was condemned decades ago for abusing its patients and the ghosts of the tortured still haunt the place. Sometimes, the place makes the news because some teen boy or girl gets hurt ghost hunting or throwing an underground rave. I walked in cautiously because I knew the place’s history. I saw no cars. Heard no music. I did not think a party was happening. I was duped.  I could smell decay and piss. The halls were dark, and damp. I tried to flee to my car because I was not in the mood to star in a snuff porn. Some one grabbed me. I screamed. It was the guy from the party, but he looked sinister. He pulled me into a room. There was a bed, BDSM gear, and movie equipment hooked up to a generator. Fuck this shit I said as I tried to bolt. He grabbed me and slammed me so hard against the wall that I passed out. When I woke up, I was bound and gagged. He was fucking another girl, strangling her. She was fighting but losing her fight. He squeezed her throat so hard her eyes started to bulge and bleed. I was horrified. He did not want to party. He wanted to kill and torture me. I watched in shock as he dismembered the girl then fucked her dying body. I was next. I knew it. Then he made me an offer. Lure young girls to him and be spared. Do not judge me. Survival of the fittest.


I Have More Than Killer Phone Sex Fantasies

killer phone sexDo you have killer phone sex fantasies? I do. I have a death wish. I was at a Halloween party. I was not at the party technically. I was being held captive in the basement as the entertainment. I was kidnapped while jogging earlier in the day. I was naked in a basement awaiting my fate in shackles. I could hear the music and chatter from what sounded like a big crowd. I had a ball gag securely in my mouth, so I could not scream. It was a moot point anyway. I was certain I was not among the company of anyone who would give a fuck about what happened to a strung out old whore like me.  Soon, my thoughts were confirmed. A masked man took me upstairs. Tossed me into the middle of the room and men in masks circled me like vultures waiting for a fresh meal. The masked horn dogs pulled at my tits and slapped my ass. They fish hooked my mouth to see how much cock I could take. They even poked and prodded my ass. I was going to be the star of a gangbang rape porn. It felt ritualistic. I feared maybe I would be fucked and sacrificed. They pulled on me savagely as they shoved cocks in any hole they could access. Shoved them in a few at a time gaping my cunt and ass. One the guys talked about another hole. I assumed he meant my mouth. I screamed as he spread me wide and tried to shove a big cock down my pee hole. Is that a thing? Fucking a woman’s urethra? It burned and bled. The pain was awful. If I survived, I knew I would never pee the same again. A couple men tried fucking my nostrils too which suffocated me when I had two in my mouth also. I passed out at some point. Woke back up naked, covered in cum, piss and blood in some abandoned building. I am not sure if they spared my life or I just barely survived a snuff porn.


Rape Phone Sex Fantasies with a Druggy Whore

rape phone sex fantasiesWomen have rape phone sex fantasies too. I have realities not fantasies. But is it really a force fuck with a druggy whore like me? I mean, I choose to get high. I choose to associate with unsavory folks. I choose to trade my body for coke. Even I know I was asking for trouble last night. It was me and 7 dudes I did not know in a flop house. They were shooting up and I was doing crack. It was a damp and dark flop house. Spiders and rats and all sorts of creepy crawlers were around us. It was like some place out of a horror movie. I got high and some guy put his dick in my mouth. I think I muttered no, but was too high to fight him off and too high to care about anything but the high. After he came in my mouth, his buddies took turns on me. It was surreal. I was fucked up. Unable to consent because of my altered state. They did not care. I did not care either. I did not feel much but the high. When the high was gone, however, I felt the brutality of the gangbang rape porn. My ass was swollen and hanging inside out. I had marks around my neck. Bruises all over my body and hand prints on my ass too. I looked like I had been in a car accident. Swollen, bruised and a bit bloody. Just the hazard of being a druggy whore.


Ass Rape Porn Queen

ass rape pornI have done a lot of ass rape porn. Not proud of it. Not ashamed of it either. My ass makes me money and I need money for coke. I am known in certain circles as the ass sex queen. I do things most women refuse to do, even junkies. I am popular in the underground world too. Not so much because my ass can handle a hardcore ass fucking but because I am a soccer mom. I do not look like the typical druggy whore. People would be surprised at what goes on behind the doors in suburbia. Sure, I have the white picket fence and the mom SUV and perfect boys and a rich husband. That life is what my parents wanted for me. I have dark desires. I discovered at a young age that coke brings out my freaky side. When I heard that a couple big dealers were hosting an anal freak show, I knew I had to be there. The winner got a big bag of coke. These dealers are well known freaks. They host these underground parties and pit druggy whores against each other. They know we are so desperate for a fix, we will do just about anything to get one, especially one for free. The guys invite their friends, and everyone beats off watching druggy whores do nasty things for the chance for drugs. I was determined to win that coke. No one is a better anal torture sex whore than me. When I was on the stage, I let men fist me and use baseball bats in my ass. They prolapsed my ass, and I told one of the dudes to put a zip tie on it and lather the prolapse in Ben Gay. It hurts like a bitch, but it made me the winner. Those other druggy whores had no chance against this soccer mom.


Violent Torture Sex Movies Turn Me On

torture sexTorture sex turns me on. I will watch lots of torture porn movies. That is what I call horror films like Saw and Hostel. I love them. I enjoy seeing women mutilated, dismembered and eviscerated. I masturbate to that kind of gory violence. I know I am warped. I was home alone last night. My husband and the boys are on a fishing trip. I stayed back because I require a bed and indoor plumbing. Plus, I wanted to get high. In a tent with my sons and husband, not much alone time to get high. I tried the camping thing once with them and it did not go well, so I stayed backed to party. I was watching all these violent horror movies, snorting lines and playing with my pussy. Honestly, I was super horny. I got on Alt.Com to see if I could find a playmate for the night. That is a fetish hook-up site. I was happy to discover a neighbor on there. He lives a few blocks away. Married like me but likes his sex life to have a bit of kink. He came over after his wife went to sleep. He had a gym bag with him. A bag of tricks he called it. He did a line with me, put on some snuff porn and started to abuse my body. I had to call him sir. It began with nipple clamps, restraints and some flogging. Then he did more coke and got more violent. He started fisting my asshole and pulling the chain on my nipples until they bled. I was wet as could be. He made me lick his fist clean which had bits of shit and blood on it. I just licked my lips and begged for more. For hours we played rough BDSM games. My body was bruised and battered the next morning. I just did some more coke and went back on Alt.com for another playmate.


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