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Quarantine Taboo Phone Sex Fantasies

taboo phone sexTaboo phone sex fantasies are rampant now and not just with men on the phone. The men in my life are full of taboo fantasies too. Maybe it is the quarantine. Folks have cabin fever. Folks have fears. Why not take it out on the ginger whore. I don’t know my neighbor well. I have been trying to be friendly, however, because of the pandemic. I took some toilet paper and hand sanitizer over to my elderly neighbor yesterday. I was just being a normal woman. I wasn’t high and I wasn’t looking for trouble. I don’t know if he has dementia or not, but I did not get the greeting I expected. This man is my father’s age. Never seen him perving out to me or my nieces. He pulled me inside, slammed me against the wall and ripped my clothes off. The old man had rape phone sex fantasies. Maybe he has always been a bad ass, perhaps he has gone crazy. Regardless, he showed me know mercy. I thought I could take a geriatric man, but I was very wrong. He punched me in the stomach and shoved his cane up my ass. His old pecker was having issues getting hard, but he improvised. He was spewing all sorts of crazy conspiracy shit as he shoved things up my ass and my cunt. The only think that helped me endure was the fact that he was old. He would tucker out eventually, then I could escape back home. This was like some bad Lifetime movie I was trapped in. He did eventually tire out but not before he made my fuck holes bleed and gape. I crawled home battered and bruised. I guess I was a good neighbor. He got toilet paper and an outlet for his cabin fever.

I am My Son’s Taboo Phone sex Whore

taboo phone sexI am his taboo phone sex mommy. I need him and he knows it. He takes care of me financially and provides me with my medicine. For a price, of course. I am older now. Gravity is no longer my fan. My skin is saggy. My pussy and cunt loose. I’m skinny and just a shell of what I once was. Men have come and gone in my life, but my son is the only constant. I know deep down inside he loves me. Times are tough now. He needs money so he can support us. I have an expensive coke habit and he has bills to pay. If I am my son’s burden, I need to earn my keep. I’m too old, feeble and stupid for much else in this world. My son knows people on the dark net. He runs a live stream and I am the star. I get to be a snuff porn star for horny men who pay to see my son do things to me. Not the typical things either. My son says I shine when I am black and blue and even purple. He throws a few punches to make me pretty before we start our shows. Don’t feel badly for me. He lets me do big lines of coke, so I feel the pain less. The punches don’t hurt as much as they use too. It might be from nerve damage. I am not sure. What hurts even with my white medicine is when he fucks my pee hole and fists my ass so hard it turns my asshole inside out. He thinks it funny and often puts a zip tie around my prolapsed ass, so I can’t try to put back inside before he is ready. For a few hours, I am my son’s slave for a high paying audience. Think what you want, but I know my son loves me.

Torture Sex While My Husband Slept

torture sexTorture sex was called for he said. He needed a punching bag. He needed an outlet for his frustrations. Sound familiar? He had a captive slave. I am trapped in the same house with my stepson. He pulled me out of bed in the middle of the night. I was sleeping next to his father. He threatened to kill my sons if I didn’t go to the basement with him. I didn’t think he would hurt my boys who are his half-brothers, but I didn’t know. He doesn’t have coke right now. He is out of work and stuck living at home again. That means he is pissed off. I am always who he takes out his violent impulses on. He dragged me to the basement. He strung me up by the rafters and tortured me with a cattle prod. He shoved a ball gag in my mouth, so I wouldn’t wake up his father. I don’t think blood curdling screams could wake up my husband. I started convulsing and pissing myself. I made quite the mess, but he just kept torturing me. I thought I had lucked out when the cattle prod blew a fuse and no longer worked. He just switched to his hands. Beat me until I was black and blue. I started puking from the belly punches. He cut me down. With a thud, I landed in a pile of my own piss and vomit. Like a pet who had pissed the rug, he shoved my face in the gross mixture and made me lick it up. I struggled not to puke again. While I was on all fours doing my best to clean up, he fucked my ass. He watches ass rape porn videos all day. He knew how to hurt my ass. I will be glad when life goes back to normal. He is going to kill me if this goes on much longer.

Killer Phone Sex Fantasies are Theraputic

killer phone sexIn a time of a pandemic, killer phone sex fantasies are therapeutic. He wanted to kill a bitch. That bitch was me. I had not done anything to piss him off. Hell, I didn’t even know him.  I was a victim of circumstance. I was in the wrong place at the wrong time. He grabbed me as I was going to my car after a supply run. I was screaming in the trunk, but my city is a ghost town at night. No one heard me and if they did, they wouldn’t have come close enough to me to help because everyone is so afraid of this damn virus. I was in the trunk 32 minutes according to my watch. I planned on fighting when I got out of the trunk, but that didn’t go as planned. He punched me in the face, which knocked me out. I woke up in a coffin. Not just any coffin either. A coffin full of blood. A coffin with my name on it. Maybe, I was not as random as I thought. What the fuck. Seriously, what the fuck. I was kidnapped for some sort of horror snuff porn.  He just kept yelling at me like I represented everything that was wrong with his life. I tried to talk my way out of it, but he slit my throat just to shut me up. Blood was spurting from the slit in my throat. He gazed in excitement as I choked on the blood spraying out my throat wound. He took that opportunity to throat fuck me. He used the hole in my throat to get off. I choked and gagged on my blood and his cum. It was not over quickly enough. Maybe I can help you feel better about the state of the world too.

Snuff Porn Victim

snuff pornI make more snuff porn than I watch. I was minding my own business at the store the other day. It was broad daylight. There were not many people out. I would have been home, but I needed some groceries. I was not aware that I picked up a stalker. I was parked around back. As I was putting my grocery bags in the trunk, some one hit me on the back of the head. I woke up on the ground with some fat fuck on top of me. He was pushing his cock into my pussy. I started to fight him, but he was a lot bigger than me and he had me pinned. I had no idea who he was. I think I was just a victim of opportunity and pent up frustration. He started choking me and I kneed him in the nuts. That was a mistake. He grabbed a broken bottle laying on the ground and shoved it up my cunt. He fucked me raw. I was bleeding. I could feel the blood gushing down my legs as he slashed my cervix. I was screaming in pain, but no one came to help me. Some people saw what was going on from a distance and still did nothing to help me. I was defeated. This fat fuck was doing to me what my callers dream about during their rape phone sex fantasies.  He never spoke to me. He just force fucked me and shredded my cervix until I was sure he left me barren. When he finally got off me, I couldn’t move. I felt some of my insides on the outside. I was battered and bruised. He stood over me laughing. He kicked me, spit on me and as if that was not enough, he pissed on me. As I struggled to get up and get to my car, I kept falling. No one would help me. I was not sure it was because the nation is in a frenzy over this virus or if it was because I am a worthless whore.

Streaming Ass Rape Porn While Self Isolating

ass rape pornAss rape porn videos are make the right women bank under quarantine. They are also making them sore. I have a sadistic girlfriend with an ass fetish and a penchant for making money. We are both coke heads. She is just more dominant than me. She lured me in with the promise of coke. We partied, then she said she wanted to play with my ass. She knows I am an anal slut. I was high and my nasty freak flag flies, so I let her use my ass. I thought she was just getting off and passing some time.  I didn’t realize she was streaming it and the rougher she got was not because she wanted to hurt my ass. It was because guys were tipping her to use the bigger dildos and to go faster on my ass because they wanted to hurt my ass. I was high as fuck but feeling every inch of this one dildo in my ass. It was bigger than any cock I had ever had in my ass. It was hurting my ass more than a gang of cocks too. She had me in this contorted position which I later found out was to keep me from seeing the video screen. She didn’t want me to know she was profiting off my ass and my pain. At one point, I begged her to stop. I mean my ass was bleeding. I can take a hardcore ass fucking and star in an anal gangbang rape porn and not bleed. She destroyed my ass for her profit. I thought we were friends and she ruined my ass for money. I can’t sit and I can’t shit right, but she is sitting on coke money. I must keep whoring out my old body hoping that some dude will exchange sex for coke.

Ass Rape Porn Streamed

ass rape pornIf you are afraid to go out because of the state of the nation, stay home and watch ass rape porn. I have been home making it with a sexy friend! Guys aren’t paying to fuck a dirty whore like they were a few weeks ago. It has become challenging to earn enough money to get my fix. Hell, it has been hard to get my fix too. I met this other junkie whore recently and we put our brains together and decided to make some homemade kinky porn. The kind that men will pay to watch at home while they are practicing their social distancing skills. Last night, we were both high as fuck. Everyone knows I am a nasty freak when high. I give the best taboo phone sex when I am high too. Anyway, my druggy friend hooked us up to this live stream where guys could watch us from the safety of their homes. They could also chat with us and pay money for extra things like a huge ass dildo shoved up my ass. It was a brilliant idea.  One that netted us more money than hooking. We can cast a wider net with live streams and essentially do many men at once. Good thing I am a pain slut, because you horny doomsdayers who want to just jack off at home want to see some perverted shit. When my sexy accomplice was done gaping my asshole, a guy paid to see her squeeze a tube of icy hot into my gaped butthole. That shit burned, but I focused on the Benjamins we were making. Our little sex show netted us enough money to hoard coke. Fuck toilet paper and canned goods. If the zombie apocalypse has arrived, I want enough coke to go out kicking ass.

Taboo Phone Sex Weekend

taboo phone sexI had a weekend befitting of a taboo phone sex whore. I partied with bikers all weekend. I never checked in with my husband or my sons. I went to this biker bar to find some coke. This club makes Hells Angels look like pussy cats. I knew I was dancing with devil going down to that scuzzy bar, but I wanted coke. Before anyone would share, I had to entertain them. I knew that meant pain. Lots of pain for me because I could not get high first. I started with a nervous striptease on the bar. I regretted being there the moment I walked in. But once I was there, I had to just survive it. The bikers were throwing jizz on me as I awkwardly danced. It was like they were monkeys in a cage. I wished they were in a cage because then I could get away. I slipped on the bar, fell on to the floor. I banged myself up and they laughed. They also took advantage of the situation. As I was trying to get back up, one of the bikers kicked me in the ribs. I fell back down and that is when I felt a fist in my ass. No lube or warning. Just a big hairy arm up my ass. It was deeper in me than an ass rape porn star could handle. I gritted my teeth because even for a pain slut, I felt this. The bikers took turns on me. Fists and cocks in my holes until they had all cum several times. I was a hot mess. My asshole was gaped open and cum was pouring out on the bar floor. They could have killed me, but they didn’t. They gave me a decent sized bag of coke and let me go home. I got out lucky, I know.

My Killer Phone Sex Fantasies Went Awry

killer phone sexAll 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.

Sex with Dead Bodies in the Funeral Parlor

sex with dead bodiesHe 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.