Do you have rape phone sex fantasies? I sure do hope so. I love violent fantasies. I have a reality that is not far from fiction. I have bad choice in fuck buddies. I am married. I am a mother. I live in suburbia but the soccer mom life bores me to death. I want nothing to do with the vanilla world. That is why I do coke. Even if my life is dull, I can numb myself to it with some coke and let my life escape to the nasty corners of my mind. I was super coked up the other night and snuck out of my gated community to slum with the other druggies and whores. I met a dealer who made me a sweet offer. He wanted me to service his friends and in exchange, I would get some high-grade coke. How could I say no to that? I did a few lines and started sucking cocks. The men did lines and went animalistic. They tied me up so I would not fight. They started shoving a couple cocks at a time up my ass. Gaping my asshole like they had fisted me. When high, I fancy myself an ass rape porn star. I was begging to be sodomized. My asshole was prolapsed, and I was oblivious. Once I knew, I joked that they should fuck my asshole back in. I let the dealer’s posse use me up and stretch me out until the sun started to rise. I knew I was pushing it close to getting home undetected. I pleased the dealer and his posse. I left with my ass hole hanging out looking like raw meat. I had a big bag of coke, so it was worth it. I snuck back into bed with my husband, covered in cum and smelling of sex. He was none the wiser. I am good at leading a double life.
If you are going to have snuff sex, why not cum hard one last time, right? I was in this small Ohio town recently with an interesting history. Over 100 years ago, a complete city just disappeared. All the inhabitants vanished in the night. I decided to investigate. I love a good mystery. I was in the middle of the abandoned city and my car broke down. I saw an old building on the other side of a wooded area. I went through the forest to see if I could find help or a gas station. Before I made it through the clearing, I heard a voice. I almost pissed myself. There he was in front of me. A tall handsome stranger. Brooding and scary at the same time. He opened his mouth and I saw his fangs. I was mesmerized. As he told me he could not let me live, I felt a strange calm come over me. I should have been pissing my panties, screaming or running as fast as I could. But I was in a trance listening to his calm and steady voice tell me he would fuck me before draining my blood. Now, I knew what had happened to the people of this town all those years ago. No one would believe me that a vampire had killed all the residents and now lurks in the woods. Of course, I was not surviving to tell anyone either. I did not want to die, but I was helpless against a vampire in the dead of night in the middle of Podunk Ohio. He fingered my wet cunt as he sunk his teeth into the throbbing vein on my neck. As I came on his fingers, his fangs sunk into my flesh draining me of my blood. I felt my body go cold. I passed out, but I woke up. Had it been a dream? No. He spared me. Not my life, but me. He gave me internal life. I will now live with him in the middle of nowhere for eternity.
When you have gangbang rape porn fantasies, you find yourself in trouble often. My mistake is telling men I party with my fantasies. I get high and my mouth will not shut up. The other night, I was partying with some men in this flop house. It is a dingy old warehouse that burned down ions ago. It is where people go to get high, sell drugs and have sex for money. It is near the river, so no one is ever there unless they are doing something illegal. I was mixing my drugs which always lands me in trouble. We started talking fantasies. I was telling these meth heads my locker room fantasy. When I get high, I think of walking into a high school locker room and letting the jocks gang bang me. The dudes I was partying with thought an older woman fucking a bunch of teen boys was hot. The next thing I know, I am bent over some crate getting cock. This was not as hot as I pictured it in my head. These boys were slapping my ass, pulling my hair and burning me with their pipes. When they could not cum anymore, they used things lying around in a burnt up old warehouse. Pieces of wood were crammed up my ass. Broken bottles too. They were so high they did not know they were fucking me with things that were tearing me to shreds. I felt like I was having an abortion without being pregnant. I was high as fuck too, but I felt the pain. I felt the blood. They kept getting higher, but I was tied up with dirty socks. I was no longer as high as I once was, and I begged them to realize they were destroying my body. I do not think they cared. Never get high with strangers.
I have a kidnapping phone sex fantasy. It comes to me in the form of dream. I keep having it. I am almost convinced it happened and either I was too strung out to remember it correctly or I was drugged. I am jogging along the road in broad daylight, when I see a stranded woman with a flat tire. I go to see if she needs help and a guy comes from around the side of the car, knocks me out and I wake up in my panties in some rustic looking cabin. The couple order me to do different things like dance for them. Their tasks are humiliating but they turn sexual. I have to suck the man’s cock. I have to eat the woman’s old hairy beaver. I have to lick both of their old asses too. It is degrading and humiliating, but that was just their warm-up. They kidnapped me for shits and giggles. They made me their sex slave, but once they got off, they wanted to hurt me. The woman took her man’s beer bottles and fucked both of my holes with them. I had the wide in of a beer bottle in my cunt and the bottle neck of another one up my ass. I was begging for them to stop, but they were high as fuck and enjoying doing weird shit to me. My asshole was bleeding, but the man did not care. He just fucked my ass raw and bareback. He clearly had watched way too much ass rape porn. The woman smacked my face and cut my flesh as he sodomized me into oblivion. I wake up as the guy is about to slit my throat. My pussy is wet. What is wrong with me? I start to think it is all a dream, then I see all the little scar cuts on my body and think this happened. I just do not know when or where.
I went to a party Friday night, not excepting a gangbang rape porn. I have two lives. One in the gated communities among middle-class families. I am a soccer mom and a trophy wife to the outer world. Then I have this dark druggy life that takes me to seedy allies where I am used and abused for a fix. I am the junkie you hear about selling her brat to get high because she is so strung out. I have two completely different lives, so I was not excepting my two worlds to collide at a birthday party for another soccer mom. Turns out her husband has a dark side too. He was shocked to see me. I had never met her boy toy husband before. Well, I had met him, just not through her. He is a frequent flyer at this dungeon I party at on the weekends when my husband thinks I am visiting my mom. He has fucked me hundreds of times. Hard, bareback and in the ass like I was his private ass rape porn star. He could not resist fucking me in their bathroom. He likes older women, but not like his wife. She is too pure and sweet for him. He likes his women dirty and nasty like me. He choked me as he fucked my ass in the bathroom. He pounded my back door so hard that my head was hitting the mirror. He left and I tried to clean myself up. Some of his friends came into the bathroom and had their sloppy seconds with me. All the while, my husband and their wives were drinking wine and beer out back. One of the guys gave me some coke and I went straight into gang bang mode. One after another, my ass took a big dick raw. Only me and the guys knew my ass was the real star of that party.
Bondage phone sex is not always taboo or extreme, but with me, it is. I get myself into the worse pickles. I owe this man money. He told me there was a way to work off what I owed him. I figured he wanted to fuck my ass, maybe rough sex. That was not what he had in mind at all. I had to break and enter into a home and steal a file out of a safe. A woman is blackmailing him and if I could retrieve the zip drive, my debt would be wiped clean. It was too good of an offer to refuse. I owed him $10,000. I would never be able to pay it back. I did some research. My callers for home invasion phone sex helped me devise a plan. I studied the house and its occupant. I broke in when the lady had left to go to work. I found where the zip drive was, but I did not know there was another woman in the house. I never saw one while I was casing the place. She caught me off guard. We struggled, but she got the upper hand and I ended up in the basement, stripped naked and tied to a saw horse. She tortured me for answers. She knew someone sent me on a mission. She wanted the details. I am a seasoned pain slut with a high threshold for pain. I thought I could outlast her questions. She flogged me. She whipped me. She cut me too, but when she used a spray bottle of some harsh chemical that burned my skin, I sang like a canary. After that, I begged her to kill me. I know if this guy finds out that I ratted him out, he will kill me. I hate when I have no good options. Die or be burned with acid.
I walked in on some charges I was watching doing naughty things. Young schoolgirls were watching gangbang rape porn. I am not really a good role model for young girls, nor am I appropriate for babysitting duties. But I was asked to watch my nieces by marriage when the regular sitter was out of town. My sister in law and her husband were traveling for work and did not want to take the girls because of the health risk. Aunt Blair to the rescue. I thought it would be easy. I know these girls. They like me. They respect me. Or so I thought. The oldest one, Mya, told me she was watching one of my dirty ass movies. I looked closer and it was me. It was this underground snuff porn I did years ago for coke. It was for a private buyer. It was never supposed to be on the Internet. I realized they were not watching it on the Internet. They were watching it on a DVD. They watched as the light bulb went off in my head. Their father, the husband of my husband’s sister, was the private dealer. He was the one who wanted to watch my ass be brutalized. My nieces had these evil looks in their eyes as they leaped off the bed and tackled me. One tied me up while the other ripped my clothes off. I was fighting, but I was high, and two teen girls got the upper hand. They started recreating scenes from the film but instead of cocks, they used their mom’s dildos and their own fists. Two teen girls, my nieces, brutalized my ass for hours. They took pictures and laughed at me. They told me their daddy would be so proud that they had their way with their stuck-up cunt aunt.
I was in for some sadistic phone sex. I fucked up. I was trusted with some cocaine. No one should ever trust me with that. It was a lot, so I figured a few pinches would never be noticed. A few pinches turned into a few more pinches and so on. Before long, I was naked snorting coke dust off the floor because I went through it all in a couple days. In my defense, you do not tell a coke whore to watch your coke. I tried to make it up to him. I promised him money. I even offered up my fuck holes. He said nothing would teach me a lesson better than torture sex. He said pain is the only way bitches learn. He tied me spread eagle from a bean in the ceiling. He put a ball gag in my mouth because he did not want to hear my excuses or apologies anymore. He hooked me up to some sort of electric shock machine. He enjoyed watching my body convulse. I pissed myself a few times too. He took a cattle prod and shoved it up my ass. I was twitching, spitting, pissing and shitting all over the place. Shock wands are not meant for the ass. He did not care. This was punishment. He told me I had a death wish messing with his coke. I wanted to be dead. Even high as fuck, I felt every inch of what he did to me. It went on for hours until he let me go. He cut me down and I could not walk. I could barely move. I could smell my singed flesh from the current. I could also smell the shit and piss that expelled from my body. I was ready to run for the hills screaming, “Free at last,” but he was hardly done with my punishment. It is a miracle I survived the night.
I often do fantasy phone sex and fantasy photo shoots. Men love to think of me as all sorts of things. I do cosplay shoots and festivals. Lately, I have not had many requests, but I did my first fantasy photo shoot in ages over the weekend. I have been a witch and I have been a vampire. This was the first time I got to be a sexy Bride of Frankenstein. Why? Because it was National Frankenstein Day. I know, right? You had no clue there was such a day either. I love monsters. I have been a huge fan of the old school horror movies like Dracula, The Werewolf, The Creature from The Black Lagoon and of course, Frankenstein. Honestly, if I did not need the money to buy coke, this would have been one fantasy phone sex shoot I did for free. Everything seemed legit. There was a set with lots of crew members. I had a stylist and wardrobe assistant. A check was cut for me for the photo shoot. Things took a creepy turn, however, when I met my Frankenstein. He was a giant. I kept thinking he was not an actor but maybe some real-life monster. I could not see a mask or makeup. Just a good makeup artist, I assumed. I mean the monsters of movies are fictional, right? I tried to forget the weird feeling I had in my gut. I just focused on my payday. My Frankenstein did not speak to me. He just grunted. He was really in character for National Frankenstein Day. I thought it was a photo shoot, but I saw a film camera. When I heard the director yell, “Go,” I was confused at what to do. My Frankenstein knew what to do, however. He scooped me up and took me to a dirty mattress on the floor. He force fucked me. His cock was monstrous big. I was screaming as it felt like two feet of thick cock was crammed up my cunt. I could feel his monster dick in my belly. I was bleeding. I was pissing myself. This was not what I signed up for. This was not a fantasy phone sex photo shoot. This was a snuff film and I was duped into it. I still do not know if this was some dude deep into character or a real-life Frankenstein force fucking my holes. I got paid, but I got gaped and destroyed too.
Medical fetish phone sex is painful. I know this back-alley doctor. She lost her license to practice medicine when she was prescribing Oxy to herself. My kind of doctor. Now, she does botox and gets rid of buns in the oven off the radar. She also pays druggy whores like me for experiments. Painful and violent experiments for folks who pay her for Hostel type experiences. She knows I need coke money and that I am a pain slut. I have survived torture and mutilation at the hands of her private clients. I figured one more time would not kill me. The money was too good to pass up even if I ended up disfigured or sexually mutilated. It started off fine. Painful, but not much I could not handle. They had me hooked up to electrodes. Some sort of shock therapy involving orgasms. They called me Pavlov’s Dog. I knew what it meant even if they thought I was too dumb to get it. They were trying to see if they could condition me to cum with pain. Joke was on them. I was conditioned for that ions ago. I played along because I wanted the money to score coke. My dealer would be so shocked when I paid with cash instead of ass. My experimental doctor wannabees kicked the torture sex up to 11. My flesh was burning. I think my clit was smoking. I cried. I grimaced. And I pleaded for it to end. Burning the flesh off my body is nothing new, but I am not as dumb as people think. I know if I act like the pain is nothing then the pain will become something. Those crazy bitches thought they were scarring me for life. We both know you could do far worse to me.
