All of us have killer phone sex fantasies, even submissive whores like me. I have had enough of my abusive stepson. My husband won’t protect me from him because he doesn’t believe his own wife. My stepson has convinced him that I am a delusional, vengeful, druggy whore. He doesn’t believe me when I say his son beats me, fucks me and even pimps me out. I decided I would kill my stepson to solve my problem. I thought I could kill him. I wanted to kill him. Of course, it backfired. I baited him to come over one night. I made him a cake with rat poison inside. I thought he would eat it and die. I thought it would be simple. I should have known better. He is smarter than me. He knew I would never bake him a cake. He made me eat it. I got sick quickly. I puked withing minutes of eating a slice. He pushed my face in my own vomit while shoving his fist up my ass. He kept repeating how worthless I was and that a stupid cunt like me could never pull a fast one on him. He made it clear that I was still alive because of him. He only made me eat a slice of the poisoned cake to prove a point. He spent the rest of the night beating me and fucking my ass so hard, I wished I had eaten the entire cake.
He told me he wanted to have sex with dead bodies. I didn’t realize he meant me. We were in a mortuary. His family owns a funeral home. Creepy, I know. But I was curious too. We fucked on top of a casket with a dead girl in it. A young girl too. She died in a car accident. She was young and my perverted friend’s family made her look shiny and new again. After we fucked on her casket, I watched as he opened her casket to peek at her dead body. I didn’t think he would fuck her, but he likes them young. I am too old for him, but I am a sure thing. He had me help him get her out of the coffin. I asked him why he just didn’t get in with her. He wanted to fuck her on the floor where he had more room because he didn’t want to tip the casket over. Damn, I thought to myself, he was planning on fucking her rough. He ravaged her dead corpse so hard, the makeup on her face started to smear. She didn’t look so good once that happened. Didn’t phase him at all. He kept fucking her until he came inside her. He said no one would notice because it was a close casket funeral. I guess no one wants to see a dead brat. Once he fucked her, he was still horny. He fucked me again, but he was struggling to get hard for me. He put his hands around my throat and squeezed. The problem was me. The problem was I was still breathing. He could only get hard with a dead whore. I guess my days as a taboo phone sex whore are over. He squeezed the life out of me so he could fuck my dead warm corpse.
I have a kidnapping phone sex tale for you. I was out for a jog the other morning. It was chilly and foggy. I was jogging to my drug dealer. I don’t run for exercise. I run to get coke. I could hear a car tailing me. I figured the car was going slow because visibility was poor. I was struggling to see a few feet in front of me, so no doubt, so was the driver of the car. Suddenly, someone was on me. I felt a hand go around my mouth and pick me up off the ground with no effort. He tossed me in the back of the car and sped off. He was wearing a mask and there was a lady in the front seat with him. She was not exactly a lady. More like a teen girl. Perhaps my kidnapper’s daughter? I tried pleading with her and him. But neither spoke. The girl gave me a pleading look. It was like she was telling me to shut the fuck up with her eyes. We didn’t drive far. I couldn’t tell where we were because of the fog. The car pulled into a garage. He pulled me out of the backseat kicking and screaming. The girl took my feat. They tossed me like a discarded rug in the basement. I waited scared, wondering my fate. My masked kidnapper came downstairs to where I was being held captive. His daughter was with him. I still didn’t know what was going on. Then, it became clear. This was some strange initiation for the girl. She had to torture me. I could tell torture sex was not her nature. Her arm shook as she picked up a baseball bat and swung at me. She hit me in the back. Luckily, she hits like a girl. I cried in more pain than I was in but soon I was in real pain. She branded me. She used a taser on me. And, she fucked my cunt with a cattle prod. My flesh burned. I pissed myself and I started convulsing. My kidnapper praised her, as I laid on the floor in a pool of my piss and slobber. She was daddy’s accomplice and I was her first victim.
Men aren’t the only ones with rape phone sex fantasies. I met some women Friday night who had the same dark desires as many of my callers. I was in a gay bar. I thought it would be a safe retreat for me from the brutality of men. No gay man is going to want to hurt me. It never crossed my mind that some lesbians might. I was talking with some lipstick lesbians at the bar. I did my man bashing, and they bought me drinks. They were nice. They were attentive. They listened to my man woes. I thought we bonded. That was far from the case. They were plotting anal torture sex at the bar. One of them slipped a mickie in my drink. The next thing I knew, I was naked on a floor with a huge dildo in my ass. The pretty lesbians were in a circle surrounding me. They were cackling like witches as they took turns sodomizing my ass to ruin. They were not using lube. This was not for my pleasure. It was for their entertainment. I was crying but that turned them on. As they shredded my asshole, they mocked me. They called me names and slut shamed me. Those lesbians treated me more brutally than most men. I can’t even find comfort from women. I am a worthless whore.
I am no stranger to torture sex. I am a pain slut. I used to think there was no pain I couldn’t handle then I met Matt. We met innocuously. Honestly, I was not in subby whore mode. He is my youngest son’s teacher. I was dressed like a proper mother for a student teacher conference. The next day, he sent me a friend request on Face Book. He was flirty. He was hot for one of his student’s mom. I agreed to have drinks. I thought having a teacher who owed me would be a good thing because I have unruly boys. He spiked my drink with some sort of roofie. I woke up in his bedroom. I was naked and tied up. I didn’t understand. He didn’t have to force me. I was willing to be whatever nasty freak in the sheets he wanted. I asked him what was going on. He showed me a bunch of dirty pics of me. He got them from my stepson. Turns out they are friends and he knew what a dirty ass rape porn star I could be. I pleaded for him to let me go, but he chuckled. He disappeared for a few minutes and came back with a sex machine. A double dildo machine. I watched in horror as he put Icy Hot on the dildos as lube. He fucked my holes with dildos that burned my insides. He had the machine on turbo speed. I was convulsing and he was jacking off. He didn’t stop until my ass was bleeding and prolapsed. He just kept telling me he knew that I was a huge anal pain slut. But this was too much. Not the Icy Hot. Been there done that. When that didn’t make me cry, he used something else that I discovered was lye. My ass has chemical burns now. I may never sit or shit the same way again. I had no idea a school teacher could be so sadistic.
If you have rape phone sex fantasies, I have a not so fantasy tale to tell you. I am out of town. Occasionally, I do fetish modeling. Hardcore bdsm photo shoots pay well. That is coke money in my eyes. I am in Cleveland, Ohio for several days. I went out after the shoot. I wanted to find someone to party with in my hotel room. I didn’t have any luck. It was Valentine’s Day night and everyone out was coupled up. I had some coke with me, so I decided to go back to my nice hotel room, watch some porn and get high. I ordered room service. I got some wine and a meal. I got more than I wanted, however. The room service guy came back an hour later with a few friends and busted into my room. They locked the door behind me and jumped me. They told me I was a dirty cock teasing whore who thought I was too good for them. I didn’t know what they meant because I had never seen them before. I guess that was the problem. I snubbed them in the lobby. They wanted to party with me, but I acted like I never saw them. Truth is, I didn’t. I was high and out of my element. They were making sure that I saw them now. They shoved their cocks and their fists in my fuck holes. I was on the floor in fetal position as they kicked, punched and fucked me. The worst part was that they stole my money and my coke. They threatened to tell my husband what a little whore I was for them if I complained to the hotel. The joke was on them. My husband knows what a dirty whore I am. I took a hot bath after they were done, put on new clothes and went out to look for coke.
A lot of my callers fantasize about a subby mommy whore. I enjoy those calls. R likes to exploit my need for coke. We roleplay that he is my son and I need coke so badly that I will do live sex shows with him just to get a fix. He gets me fucked up on coke and beats the hell out of me while thousands of men watch and bid on what my son does to me next. I may be a suburban housewife, but I have some dark fantasies. R and I like to party on the phone. We do some lines, then he starts punching his mommy like he is Mike Tyson. His favorite colors on me are black, blue, purple and yellow. I was hot once, but years of coke made me haggard looking. A shell of my former self. Just saggy skin and old bones. Regardless, desperate for a fix. No longer hot enough to trade my skanky body for coke, but my son will give me all I want. For a price of course. He figured out a way to make money abusing me on camera. So many men with mommy issues just love watching my son R smack and punch the shit out of me. What they pay the most to see, however, is the hardcore ass fucking he gives me. He fucks my ass so hard it prolapses. Once my asshole is on the outside, he zip ties it so it won’t go back inside me. Men love that shit. They also love watching him suffocate me with a plastic bag. My son loves me. I know he does because he gets me high. He knows how much I need a fix but coke ain’t cheap. I must work my ass off or inside out for that shit. When the public show is over, I am a hot mess. My skin is turning all sorts of pretty colors. My asshole looks like pulverized meat. My pancake make-up is smeared all over my face and I pretty much look like a snuff porn victim. I don’t care though because I have my coke.
Men have violent phone sex fantasies when they are around me. It never fails. I can look the part of a middle-class soccer mom and still get abused. Men see my vulnerability. They smell my need to be dominated. I was on soccer mom duty last night. The boys had a game, so I loaded them up in the mom van and took them because daddy was still at work. A few boys needed a ride home, so I dropped them all off and that left my boys and one of the other parents. His car broke down and I offered him a ride home since he lives on my block. He is married. I know his wife and daughters. He is an assistant coach. My boys went upstairs to shower, leaving me with my neighbor. I thought he was just going to walk home, but he pushed me into my basement and tied me up. He started fucking me like an ass rape porn girl. He was aggressive. My ass was being shredded. He told me not to scream or he would kill my boys. I never saw this side of him before. I was not sure if I was scared or aroused. Mostly the latter. My pussy was dripping wet as he slid his fist inside me. He fucked me hardcore until he heard my sons calling for me. He untied me and told me we had unfinished business. I know I will see him again soon.
Women are worse than men when it comes to torture sex. Every woman I have been rented or trade to has hurt me more than any man. Women are lethal. My drug dealer owes this female drug lord money. He has the money to pay her, but he thought it would be more fun to trade me. She enjoys torturing women. She enjoys torturing me. My dealer watched as she anally probed me like some alien experiment. I was strapped down with one of those industrial sized vibrators crammed up my ass. My female torturer duct taped the vibrator in my ass, then she did another one in my pussy. I was shaking on the floor where I was strapped down. It was like I was in some sort of wrestling hold. She ushered in more women and they violated my fuck holes for amusement. Fists, baseball bats, a rolling pin and even a baton got shoved up my fuck holes. I started screaming and she put duct tape on my mouth. My drug dealer was masturbating watching me make ass rape porn for the amusement of women. I was left on the floor for hours tied up when they got bored with me. Master brought in some friends to jack off on my battered and tired body. My pain, my humiliation was all for their amusement.
Domination phone sex was necessary he told me. I had been a bad bitch, a disobedient slave. For once, it didn’t involve me stealing coke or owing someone money. I was instructed, ordered, not to play with my pussy but I did it anyway. I was caught masturbating on hidden camera. I figured no one was there to catch me, so why not give myself a little pleasure. I never get to cum. I never get to fuck for pleasure. I am just fucked for a man’s pleasure. When he came home, he smelled my fingers and punched me in the face. Blood tricked down my face. That only turned him on. He snapped his fingers and I knew what that meant. I got on my knees to suck his cock. He like my blood on his dick. I could feel the blood running down my throat. As he skull fucked me, I felt myself gagging. It was the blood. I have been skull fucked a million times, but this was first time I was giving head with a broken nose. He didn’t want to stop. He was punishing me for masturbating without permission. I knew it would not be in my best interest to point out that he would never give me permission to masturbate. As much as I tried, I could not stop gagging. I ended up puking on his cock. Mostly just blood, which oddly turned him on further. He flipped me over and made me show off my ass rape porn star skills. His cock was covered in my blood. That is what he used as lube for my old ass. I was bleeding and in pain, but he was only turned on more. I guess I can never masturbate again. At least not if I want to live.
