It has been a torture phone sex weekend. My husband took the boys camping. I do not camp unless it is a cabin the woods with a spa bathroom. I love the great outdoors. I just do not want to sleep with creepy crawlies. My stepson paid me a visit last night. It is never good for me when he shows up when my husband is not around. He is Dr. Jekyll and Mr. Hyde. He loves to torture me. He loves to profit off my body. He is a sick fuck. He tweaks on the weekends and holidays. He is a total meth head. When he needs money, he pays me a visit. He loves to live stream our torture sex sessions. The sounds of Bitcoins makes him up his game. Men pay to see him do nasty and painful shit to my MILF body. Men who must hate their mothers because they pay to see me punched, burned, fucked and cut. My stepson was fucking my ass when someone paid him a large sum of Bitcoins to fist my ass. Not just fist it, but double fist it. I was scared. He has big hands. I am a tiny woman. Sure, I can take cock in my ass, but two big hands? He was nice enough to use lube, but not sure it mattered much. It was painful as fuck. He even left his rings on to shred my asshole. The viewers were eating it up though. I could hear the barrage of dings as men tipped him for ruining my asshole. I was bleeding and shitting. By the time he was done, his hands were coated in my blood and shit. I was crying from the pain. He just shoved his fingers in my mouth and made me clean up the mess I made of him. I was just grateful it was over. Over at least for the day. He will be back, and it will be worse than this time. It always is.
He told me he wanted to put me in snuff porn. I needed the money, and I did not grasp yet what he was taking about because I was jonesing for my next fix. I thought I was at a temp modeling agency, but this agency was much more sinister. The guy I interviewed with was a sex trader who sells women on the black market. He did not have a job for me. He had a buyer for me. I just had no clue, until it was too late. I was in this dark room waiting to meet who I thought was my co-star. He was my captor and executioner. This was like Hostel. Women were duped into auditioning for their deaths. The guy came in wearing a black mask. He told me I was a piece of trash and a worthless junkie whore. He thought I was some street junkie who had no family who would look for her. I am a suburban housewife with a secret life. A secret life that was going to get me killed. He had all sorts of knives and devices that could cause fatal harm to me. He was into torture sex. He flunked out of medical school, but since he comes from money, he can buy his fun and fund his sick education. He started slicing my skin, peeling it off my body so he could see my veins and the blood pulse through them. The pain was immeasurable. I had never felt anything like this before. Surely, I was about to die. Die a horrible and painful death. I was tied up in his chair, skinless. Every nerve in my body exposed for his macabre experiments. I was going into shock when he doused me in gasoline and lit me on fire. I felt like I was in hell. I wished I were because that would have meant I was dead already. What are your snuff phone sex fantasies?
Rape phone sex fantasies are something most men have, but women have them too. Most women dream of a handsome stranger taking them. It is a hot sexy fantasy, but those are not my rape fantasies. Mine are violent and have nothing to do with romance or even sexual pleasures. I have dark fantasies. I want a man and his friends to brutalize me. Pull me apart limb by limb. Make me wish I was never born. Leave my asshole prolapsed and forever ruined. Maybe a home break in gone bad, or a gang bang in an alley behind a bar. I love a good gangbang rape porn scenario too. Bring in my young sons, and my cunt is dripping wet. I did a call last night that gave me wet dreams all night. I was asleep in my bed. My boys were in their room. I woke up with a knife to my throat. A mask assailant ordered me up and into the living room where my boys were tied up on the dining room chairs. Other men stood behind them with knives to their throats. I was made to suck their young dicks or die, so I sucked their young cocks. My assailant made my boys perform sex acts on me and vice versa. It went on for hours. The men were getting their jollies making my boys and I fuck for their amusement. When my boys could not fuck me anymore, the men fucked me. Treated me like the dirty mommy whore. Only problem was it was a role play call and not reality.
I have kidnapping phone sex fantasies. They are common role plays for my callers. Not always am I willing to be napped and taken to an uncertain fate. Last night, was one of them. My car broke down in a rural part of town. I had no cell phone reception, so I had to walk until either I could get a signal or find a gas station. I found Pete before I found the others and that turned out badly for me. I thought he was a good Samaritan, but that was not the case. He was an evil opportunist who saw a woman he could prey on easily. I took his ride not knowing I would end up in the basement of his dingy house as his victim. I was not the first one who had been there. I could tell he was a seasoned predator. He tied me up to a beam above me. I was naked and bound. And I was terrified. No one knew where I was. No one was looking for me. I did not even know where I was. He had a cattle prod, and he took pleasure in shocking me repeatedly. I was convulsing and pissing myself. He just laughed at me. He had an erection from my pain and humiliation. I pleaded for mercy. I even lied and said my husband was rich and would pay for my safe return. He told me no one would look for a used whore like me. He kept shocking me with the cattle prod. He even put it in my ass and my pussy. I was shaking violently. I even bit my tongue. I now could taste my blood. Eventually, he cut me down for his rape phone sex fantasies. He did not mind how I smelled because he fucked me for another eternity. I passed out at some point and woke up in the back seat of my car, which was still on the side of the road. I was a hot mess with burns on my body and cum in my holes. My kidnapper nowhere in sight thankfully.
Taboo phone sex fantasies are the best. I am a kinky bitch. I always have been because I like to party. I was partying with these guys the other night that promised me coke for every freaky thing I did. They wanted me to mutilate my ass hole. They gave me a huge baseball bat and told me to sodomize myself. They dangled a big bag of coke in front of my face, so I shoved that bat up my asshole with no lube. I was high and not feeling much pain. I did prolapse myself, so I took my coke and left. They were disappointed. I just did not realize how much until they busted into my house late at night to fuck me some more. This time I was not as willing. They were not trading favors anymore. They broke in and had a plan. They were going to take me against my will. They tied me up to my bed and took turns fucking my ass, which was still sore. They joked about shoving my prolapse back inside me. I was crying and begging for them to stop. I mean I do have home invasion phone sex fantasies, but this was too much, even for a dirty anal whore like me. I was tied up. Nothing I could do. I had no negotiating power. They fisted my ass until I was shitting and bleeding on myself. They wanted to pay me back for cutting them off before they all came. They zip tied my prolapse and put Ben Gay on it. I was screaming in pain and I am a pain slut. A certain amount of pain makes me wet. Over that and I am pleading for mercy. They abused my prolapsed ass all night. Left me tied up covered in my blood and shit for my sons to discover when they woke up.
I do not get to do accomplice phone sex often, but when I do it is always hot. Most of my callers just want to use me, even kill and torture me. Very rarely do I get lucky enough to be a partner in crime, and almost never do I get to be an accomplice for force fucking my own sons. Men rarely admit to me their P desires for my two young sons. Usually, I am offering up my niece or pretending to have daughters. This guy had a hot scenario. One that left me wet and masturbating the rest of the night. My sons thought there was an intruder. They were clueless that I had helped stage the entire thing. I even let the intruder inside the house because he was my accomplice. He acted like he was going to assault me. I screamed loudly and my little boys came to mommy’s aid just like good little boys. That was when he flipped the tables. He told my boys that if they did not get naked, he would kill me. Is it wrong that I got wet over the fact that I knew my assailant had rape phone sex fantasies for my boys, not me? He told my sons to bend over the edge of the bed. I knew just where this was going but they did not. I acted mortified and scared which was hard to do when my cunt was dripping wet. My pussy was giving off that musky arousal scent that I feared would give me away. He fucked my oldest boy fist. His first cock in his ass. I wanted to masturbate, but I restrained myself. I cried and pleaded for my attacker to take me instead of the boys, but he fucked them until they pleaded for mercy. And just like that, my attacker came and left. His cum was dripping out of my sons’ buttholes and they were crying. I was fake crying and praising my boys for protecting their mommy. I feel just a tad guilty for enjoying every moment of the assault on their asses.
Anytime any of my callers watches an ass rape porn, they think of me. I am very anal. It is not so much that I love anal sex. I discovered a niche to get coke or to get money for coke. Here is the reality. Men pay for what their wives will not give them. Wives do not give up the booty. That is what mistresses, paid whores and dirty coke heads like me are for. Most men in my community know that I will give up my ass for money or coke. Normally, I am a dirty anal whore for really dark men. Sometimes, married men in the community hit me up on social media offering me some coke or money. Terry was this guy I know through my boys. He is the father of one of their friends. He has never fucked a woman in the ass before. He had heard a rumor about me and wanted to know if it was true. He told me a friend gave him some coke and he does not partake and asked for a trade. I met him at this no tell motel so no would find out. I never felt safer about being some guy’s anal whore before. I knew this guy. He was not a coke head. He was not a gang banger. He was not a master type either. When I arrived, he jumped me. Started choking me violently. He ripped my clothes off and fucked the life out of me. I never saw it coming. He was a soccer dad, and he fisted my asshole and made me bleed and prolapse. I was screaming but, in that motel, no one comes to help. I needed help too because as it turns out suburban dads are the most brutal men around.
Torture sex is my favorite fantasy. I know it is hard to believe, because I am a soccer mom, but I am a punishment and pain whore too. I have a thing for bad men, even vicious men. I do not want spankings, floggings or canings. Those are way too tame for a seasoned pain slut. I want violent pain; perhaps even coming within inches of dying. After an encounter with a dominant man, I should need medical assistance. That is how I know I get the kind of pain I deserve. For me to cum, I need pain. I hooked up with a hardcore BDSM man last week. I met him on a fetish site, and he promised me coke in exchange for some violent and painful sex. He had recently purchased a medieval spiked bed. It was literally a bed of nails. Lethal if used correctly. The thought of him fucking me on it made me wet. Me on my back and him above me, thrusting me deep into the nails aroused me in a way that shocked even me.
He laid down plastic on the bed. It was more for his protection than mine. He wanted to hurt me, but he did not want to make a snuff porn with me. Not yet at least. He wanted to just really fuck me up, even scar me for life in that moment. With glee in his eyes, he laid me on his bed of nails. The spikes ripped my flesh, tearing through the plastic to penetrate my skin. I could feel the blood running down my back as he fucked me. I was turned on and aroused by the blood and pain. It was fucking painful yet hot. I did not die, but if he had put his full weight on me, I would have been impaled to my death. I am healing up, but it is only a matter of time before someone tortures me to death. Maybe it will be you?
Do you have rape phone sex fantasies? Most men do. So do most women. I have plenty of them. My favorite lately, however, has been this recurring violent wet dream I have about a home invasion. I wake up in the middle of the night to see a man standing over me in a mask. I scream and he holds a knife to my throat. I beg for him not to hurt me because my boys are sleeping in the other room. He orders me up and has me wake the boys. They are so scared for their mother. He fucks me brutally in front of the boys, but that is not the worst thing he does to me. He makes them fuck me too. He makes my own sons his accomplice in his gangbang rape porn fantasy. I am screaming and crying. I am trying to tell my boys its okay and they do not need to be scared. They are enjoying it. In fact, they are cumming in my ass and pussy hard. I beg this man to stop and just leave. I even promise him that I will never tell another sole what he has done. I also stress that I cannot even identify him. I mean I do not even know who my attacker is. He starts choking me to shut up. My boys are really getting into fucking me too. They start calling me names and yelling at me to shut the fuck up. My boys are loving fucking me. I wake up from my Home invasion phone sex fantasy and I am fucking super wet. Maybe you might want to break into my house late at night and make my sons fuck me while you jack off. I am pretty sure my boys and me would love it.
Ass rape porn sluts like me are in high demand. I hooked up with a man last night who was into erotic asphyxiation. Have you tried it before? I love breath play as I am cumming because it heightens my orgasm. He fucked me in the ass while choking me. As he was sodomizing me, he was also crushing my windpipe. My pussy was gushing down my leg because I am a nasty freak. I was so turned on. I was high of course, but I could feel my eyes bulging and going bloodshot from the pressure of his strong hands around my neck. It is erotic to lose consciousness while getting your asshole ravaged. Knowing you might not be revived by the man fucking you is intoxicating to a pain slut and a risk junkie.
Things got as close to me dying as they ever have last night. His grip did not loosen as I came. I think he was so lost in the sensation of my tight ass that he forgot he was choking the life out of me. He had been watching snuff movies all day for inspiration and got lost in ways to really kill me. He dragged me by my hair to the bedroom. He tossed me on my bed. I figured he was in the mood to ravage my cunt too. He wanted to choke me some more. He took off his belt looking at me with an evil grin. He wrapped his black belt around my neck and continued to fuck my ass from behind. His belt was so tight around my throat, I could not breathe. Suddenly, the room was spinning, and I was seeing floaters. I do not remember anything else because I lost consciousness. I woke up this morning with huge purple marks across my neck. I had finger mark bruises around my neck too. My eyes were bloodshot, and I had purple bags under my eyes. I woke up with cum in my ass too. My date was gone, but I was alive. One of these days I will not survive strangulation phone sex.
