Torture sex is worse with a female dominatrix. I swear, women are meaner and tougher than any man I have ever met. There is this one female dealer I know. I only go to her when I am super desperate. She makes me do things the male dealers don’t. I hate going to her, but I have a huge coke addiction. I went to 6 men yesterday. They all turned me down. None of them wanted to trade their coke for my pussy. I get it. I am an old whore. Not perky and tight. I went to Lizzy. She is known as Lizzy the lezzy because she is a dyke. Mean bitch too. I was not getting any coke without doing some kinky ass rape porn with her first. I braced myself for the news of what I had to do. She wanted me to put pool balls up my ass and shoot them out. I was like, what the fuck? I was too sober for that. She gave me a line to do, so I would loosen up for the task. I was not high enough, but I did it. I had to do it if I wanted coke and I always want coke. Always.
I was out for a jog, when a car pulled next to me. The driver wanted directions. As I leaned into the window to tell him how to get to Whole Foods, I felt something hit the back of my head. I never saw it coming. I woke up naked, bound and gagged. I had on stiletto heels and fishnet thigh highs. I was not wearing that when I was kidnapped. I mean this was right out of a kidnapping phone sex scenario. I couldn’t speak because of the ball gag. I just whimpered. The man who asked for directions was talking to another man, presumably his accomplice who whacked me over the head. They were discussing money. I listened intently and scared as I overhead them talking about how much money they could make selling me into slavery. The two said they needed to try me out first to see what they could get for me. They left me tied up but took the ball gag off so they could mouth fuck me. I wanted the ball gag back. It was better than being skull fucked. My mouth was not the only hole they tested. They tag teamed me. They each tried out my pussy and my ass. They fucked me raw. They fucked me hard. They laughed as I cried out in pain. When they were done, they put a $5 tag on the collar they had around my neck. I was only worth $5. They joked about the dirty old $5 whore.
The holidays bring about taboo phone sex fantasies for mommy. My youngest son has rape fantasies. Most boys do. It is just that my son thinks about doing very bad things to his mommy. He is a young boy, so I just giggled when he told me he was going to fuck me regardless what I said. I giggled, tousled his hair and told him he was cute. That was not the response he wanted. He was half my size, a third of my age, but he punched me right in the face. I stumbled backwards and fell. The next thing I knew my young son was on top of me, ripping my clothes off and forcing his cock inside me. He was calling me vile names and accusing me of cock teasing him all his life. I was fighting him, but this was no joke to him. He was full of hatred for his mother, for the woman who gave him life. When I tried to get the upper hand, he pulled my head up just to slam it back down on the floor. I cried out in pain. I felt blood trickling down my head. My son. My own son was forcing his dick in the very place that he came from not that long ago. He was filled with so much anger as he forced his dick in my pussy. Finally, he nutted. He hopped off me, spit in my face and told me to clean up. What has happened to my baby boy? Do you have rape phone sex fantasies about mommy too?
Ass rape porn was how I spent my holiday. I owed this black guy money. He decided that unless I was his ass slave, I could not get any more coke. I need my coke, so I submitted. He has a huge black cock. The kind of cock that can ruin asses and pussies. I thought I could handle him. I have before. But it wasn’t just us. He had several other men with him. All black men who wanted nothing more than to fuck the shit out a druggy white whore. I needed coke though, so I was down to be used for a gangbang rape porn. I thought at most, I would be fucked for a couple hours. It was closer to a couple days. I missed Thanksgiving dinner. No one came looking for me either. I was getting stuffed with big black cocks. Stuffed in my mouth, stuffed in my pussy and stuffed in my ass. All at the same time too by multiple black cocks. My dealer told his friends to have seconds and thirds. I felt like a raw bird with gravy all over me. My asshole was sore. I was bleeding from being over fucked. I had a gallon of cum all over me too. I was a hot sticky mess. Eventually, they got tired and I was sent home. I got some coke, but I paid a high price. I could barely walk, and I missed Thanksgiving with my family. When I did get home, it was like no one even missed me.
Kidnapping phone sex took a precedent over cooking Thanksgiving dinner. I was driving home from the store, when I saw a young couple stranded alongside the road. It was snowing and the day before a holiday. I had to do the right thing. I got out to see if they needed me to call AAA or if I could help change a tire or something. The guy punched me in the gut and pushed me in the trunk of his car. I was not alone back there. There was a decaying corpse. I couldn’t tell gender, only that it had been dead awhile by the smell. I wanted to scream, but maybe that is why the corpse in the trunk is dead. I was scared. I peed myself from fear. It seemed like we drove forever on a bumpy road. When we finally stopped, my heart started racing faster. Honestly, I thought I was a dead woman. Why? I had no idea, but there was a strong indicator decaying in the trunk that I was next. When the trunk opened, the man pulled me out and dragged me across the dirt road into a little house. I was tied up and left on a bed. Naked, of course. I could hear cars coming up the dirty road. Lots of cars. Gangbang rape porn for Thanksgiving? Suddenly, all these big men flooded the room I was in. They fucked me raw. My ass prolapsed. My cunt bled. No one cared. My kidnapper and his woman were collecting money from these men to fuck me. They joked about how I was buying their Thanksgiving spread and Christmas gifts. I wanted to ask about the corpse in the trunk but was too afraid. I just kept quiet and let them fuck me until they were done. Done at least for the moment.
I am thankful for my fantasy phone sex callers. I love roleplaying so many different roles from submissive mommy, to vampire victim and anything in between. I am a natural submissive. I am a coke whore. I have had to do a lot of things in my life to get a fix. I have fucked a lot of men and been used for depraved things for coke in exchange. I am a phone sex submissive because I have dark fantasies. Dark fantasies of snuff. One of my favorite roleplays is where a vampire turns me. Vampire women are often slaves to their masters. They are owned by the vampire who turns them. They are submissive for life. How can I not get wet over that? Plus, as a vampire, I get to do accomplice phone sex. I can search out young, nubile girls for master to fuck and turn, or fuck and drain. The thought of helping master find food and partners makes my cunt super wet. I will always have a sexy attraction to vampire fantasies because being a vampire is the ultimate snuff stars. Undead sex for eternity. A sex slave for life.
Domination phone sex for the holidays? Is that what you are grateful for this year? My stepson is never grateful for me. I am the devil in his eyes. I am just the ginger whore who stole his father from his mother. I try to be nice to him. I have been nothing but good to the boy. Doesn’t matter. I will always be the red-headed slut who broke up his family. His father is out of town for a few days. Ever since he left, my stepson has been holding me captive in the basement. I got no food or water for three days. I was blindfolded, strapped up to the rafters and beaten. I had to piss on the floor. Shit too. He whipped me, punched me, fucked me too. I was passed out sometimes from dehydration and exhaustion. That didn’t stop the ass rape porn. My stepson abuses me almost to the point of killing me, but he stops himself because he knows his dad would kill him. I don’t tell my husband about his stepson’s abuse because I have come between them enough. I just take the beating and force fucking like a good little whore.
He wanted medical fetish phone sex. I thought maybe that just meant some demented gynecologist fun. Guys love to mutilate and abuse a woman’s private parts. Not sure why, but they do. I was sitting on a table with my legs in the stirrups waiting for the speculum to crank my cunt open. That didn’t happen. What did happen was an electric taser was shoved up my pussy. He shocked my internal girl parts. I was convulsing and going into shock. He just turned up the voltage. I could smell my flesh burning. I was cooking from the inside out. He said it was forced sterilization because a stupid whore like me should not be allowed to reproduce. The pain was beyond anything I felt before. Smoke was coming out of my cunt. My flesh was charred. His cock was hard from my pain. He wanted to fuck my sterile cunt. He wanted to see if the sterilization worked. He fucked my burnt cunt for like 5 minutes before cumming. It felt like an eternity because I was so sore. I have no doubt he permanently sterilized me. My pussy is still in pain.
Snuff sex is what I am good for, according to him. If I didn’t do what he said, he would have shot me dead. It was not like I wanted to bring him a little girl to fuck. Luckily, I don’t have daughters, or he would have forced me to bring one of them to him. I guess I was glad that I didn’t have a girl. I had to snatch one from the park. I used the lost puppy story to lure her away. It was broad daylight. I took a risk, but my life was at stake. I owed him a lot of money that I couldn’t repay and bringing him a little one for his rape phone sex fantasies made us even. I had no choice. I gave that sweet girl a death sentence. He tied me up once I delivered the girl because he didn’t believe I wouldn’t try to help her. I watched him fuck her. She screamed for her mommy. I felt bad, but it was out of my hands. He fucked her ass too. She was bleeding and screaming, and I was forced to watch. Now that I did this for him, I know he will ask more and more from me. I guess I should just feel lucky I am still alive.
I have rape phone sex fantasies. I think a lot of women do. Some just won’t ever admit it. Personally, I don’t think it is right for a woman to cock tease a man or drain his wallet and not give up her pusadistic pssy. Many women are just asking for it. I was asking for it last night. I went to this dive bar downtown. It is a rough bar known as a day laborer hang out. I went down there looking for trouble. Trouble follows me. I started dirty dancing by myself to see if I could open some eyes and stiffen some dicks. One guy, he came up to me and started grabbing me. I didn’t push him away. Others followed his lead and soon the entire bar was pulling at my boobs and limbs. It was more than I expected. I started to pull away and I knew that was dangerous. That made me a cock tease just like the women I hate. I just wanted them to go slower, but I cock teased them too fast and now I was reaping the punishment with some gangbang rape porn. I was on the floor of a dingy bar being fucked and groped by drunk old men. No one even bought me a drink. They just fucked me until I was coated in cum and too sore to walk home. At least I wasn’t one of those girls to give them blue balls and leave.
