Gangbang 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.
It 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.
Do 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.
Women 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.
I 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.
Torture 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.
I always need domination phone sex. You would think because I am almost 40 and have a family, I would know what a good woman should do. I tend to steal coke from people thinking they will not notice. I am druggy whore. I guess you could call me a junkie. My husband cut my allowance off ions ago. He realized I was putting money up my nose and not using it for groceries and stuff. Now I must barter my body for coke or pinch some when I can. I was at a party last night. There were bowls of coke everywhere. The problem was I was not a guest. I was working off a debt as part of the service team. No, I was not serving drinks or food. I was there to get fucked and swallow cum and piss. When folks were not looking, I took some coke here and there. How would they know? This party had over 100 guests. I was doing the best that I could to be discrete, but I did not think about hidden cameras. After the party, I was set to leave. I was coated in cum and piss. I had my coat on and someone pulled my hair back. It was the mistress of the party. She told me I could not leave until I worked off the coke I stole from her. Damn. I thought I was being sneaky, but I was busted. She tossed me in her dungeon and let her husband and some of his friends gangbang me. They sodomized me for hours. Spanked me, choked me, punched me and coated me in more cum and piss. The mistress chained me up overnight in her dungeon too. I was chained naked and forced to sleep on a cold concrete floor. When I was released, I was kicked out naked with no coke, no shoes, and no money to get home. My ordeal to get home is a story for another day.
I am a glutton for punishment. I am a soccer mom and a pain slut. I love torture sex. I love it so much I volunteered to be an experiment for this sick bitch I know. She pays women for sexual torture games and experiments. No medical basis in her experiences. She is just interested in the relationship between women’s ability to cum and pain levels. She has a theory that even the biggest pain slut like me will experience pain to high to cum. I told her I can handle any kind of pain and the more pain, the wetter the pussy. She paid me $500 to test my relationship with pain. She is the smart one. I am the sick one. She attached electrodes all over my body. At first the shocks were small. Did I mention there was always an industrial sized vibrator in my ass and on my cunt? She had the vibrators on warp speed. I was cumming hard even while she shocked me. I was still cumming as I felt my skin frying from the high frequency shock waves. This bitch met her match. I was convulsing. I was drooling. I was shaking. My eyes rolled into the back of my eyes. I was drenched in perspiration. But guess what. This taboo phone sex slut was still cumming. I am a real pain slut. Can you torture me past my comfort?
Callers always ask me what my favorite type of fantasy phone sex is. That is easy. Vampires. If I am going to die, why not die at the hands of something sexy? Zombies are gross. I do not think a zombie can fuck anyway. Frankenstein’s monster might have a huge cock, but he will not look so good. Frankenstein would crush me too A werewolf will rip me to shreds. That may be okay for you because I get eviscerated, but I want to go out fucking and cumming. That is why vampire sex turns me on. A vampire is sexy. They ooze sex appeal. Fright Night, Twilight, The Lost Boys, Interview with a Vampire, even the original Dracula, they were all sexy as fuck. And do not get me started on the sexy vampires in that HBO series Tru Blood. I have long had a fascination with vampires. So, when he calls me, I know my snuff sex is going to be wicked hot. The premise was I got a mysterious invitation to a Halloween party at a Gothic mansion like something straight out of an Anne Rice novel. The party was boring. I was about to leave, when a handsome masked man asked if I wanted to go for a walk. He was the first one to talk to me the entire evening. He was mesmerizing. Hot as fuck. He smelled like sex. I walked into the woods with him. I would never walk out alive. He granted me one last orgasm. It was a doozy of a cum too. The earth shattering kind. It felt like many men were fucking me. Vampires fuck better and faster than mortal men. I came as his teeth sunk into my neck. I thought he would kill me. You know, drain my blood. I guess he realized I was better suited to leave forever with him. I will never get old and I will never die. Sex with dead bodies is what you get with me now.
It is not just a kidnapping phone sex fantasy. It happened. I was jogging in my gated community. I hate jogging but I was keeping up the pretense that I am a normal soccer mom. They all jog around here. I just want to look normal so no discovers all my dirty little secrets. In daylight, a mini van pulled up alongside of me and a man jumped out. I was shoved into the back of the van and drugged. I woke up chained and naked. I was in a dungeon. It was cold. I had no blankets; no food; no toilet. I did not even have a bucket to piss in. There was a bowl on the floor, but it was not full of water. It was full of cum. I was scared and I was unsure what was going on. Was I a sex slave? Was I kidnapped for snuff porn? Soon, I knew my purpose. A man came downstairs and told me he had been paid to kidnap and torture me. He would not tell me by who. I asked if it was a drug dealer I owed money to? Was it my stepson who hated me? Then it dawned on me. Any dealer I know would kill me himself. Same for my stepson. This had to be someone who was too squeamish. Some one like my husband. Maybe I had embarrassed him one too many times. Maybe I had not been as clever at hiding my addiction. Maybe he did not appreciate me fucking our boys. My tormentor would not tell me even though I was pleading to know as he cut my flesh and pissed in my wounds. For hours he tortured me. For days, I lived on nothing but cum. Then I was suddenly released. Naked and afraid and still clueless about who had me kidnapped and tortured.
