I have a taboo phone sex story to share that is appropriate for Halloween. My own Blair Witch story. My stepson kidnapped me the other night. I was asleep in bed and he snatched me up and took me to this abandoned house with a history of hauntings. I was not sure if it was urban legend or not, but I didn’t want to find out if it was truth or fiction. He said he would win money if I stayed in the haunted house all night. Fuck that shit, I told him, and I tried to get out. He was not alone. His friends grabbed me and used restraints to force me to stay. I was bound to a chair in an abandoned creepy house. They joked that I was going to be the ass rape porn star of a ghost or demon. I almost pissed myself. I knew they had cameras set up, but I had hoped they would stay. I was scared. This house was the scene of a brutal family murder decades ago. The house could never be sold because of its murderous history and today it’s a dilapidated scary house right out of a horror movie.
They left me there. I tried to think of other things as the time passed, but I was shaking. I felt weird things like hot and cold air. I swore it felt like someone was groping me, but I saw no one. Then, I knew I was not crazy. Hands were around my throat choking me. I saw no one. I felt a presence, however. A strong demonic presence. Something entered me. My body shook and convulsed from a violent fuck, but no one was visible. No one was in the house. If my stepson was punking me, I didn’t know how he was doing it. For hours I was ravaged by an unknown presence. Ghost fucked. Demon fucked. I didn’t know what, but I was fucked. As soon as the sun rose, the presence was gone. My stepson and his friends came back for me. I was chained as they left me, but I was covered in bruises and cuts. They played back the video and saw me thrashing about as I was being assaulted. I was not crazy. I was part of my stepson’s private Blair Witch project. I have no idea who or what assaulted me, but I vowed I would never go near that house again.
Ass rape porn is all he watches. He would be my stepson. He gets high and watches violent porn. Since he hates me, I am always the object of his anger. If not a punching bag, my asshole is getting the brunt of everything. That was the case last night. My husband asked me to bring his son a check. My son gets an allowance from daddy because he is a loser who can’t keep a job. I know I am hardly one to talk. I am a druggy whore. But at least I have a job. I know being a taboo phone sex whore is not a job to many, but I don’t need an allowance from daddy. I didn’t want to go because I knew the outcome would not be good for me. It never is when I must encounter him. I tried to slip it under his door, but he heard me. While I was bent over, he opened the door and yanked my arm, putting me off balance. I fell. He tied me up like a beach ball and force fucked my ass for hours. I had no choice in the matter. With him, fighting never goes my way. I don’t think there is anyone who hates me more in this world than my stepson.
When you are a coke head, bondage phone sex is one of the many things you do for a fix. He told me he would trade coke for bondage pictures. It didn’t sound like a bad choice. I told myself it was art. I was simply posing for some photos and saving the guy money. I work for coke. Anyone who knows me, knows that. I arrived on the set ready to be tied up. Nothing could have prepared me for this bondage shoot. I was tied up tightly and suspended in the air. I was not suspended with rope, however. He inserted a meat hook in my ass and hoisted me up 20 feet off the ground. My ass was holding me up. If I farted, I could have dislodged the hook and fell twenty feet headfirst on a concrete floor. My ass was being stretched. It was tearing and bleeding. I was in so much pain with likely medical grade injuries. I screamed to be let down. I was even saying fuck the coke. I was choosing my life over coke. Wow. That had never happened before. It didn’t matter, the photographer only cared about getting some hot pictures and ruining my asshole. I looked underneath me and could see the pool of blood collecting. It was my blood dripping out of my ass like a BDSM ass rape porn star. He spun me around like I was spinning on a cock not a meat hook. When he got all the pictures he wanted, he tossed me some coke and told me to get lost. One and done. He didn’t fuck me. Other than binding me up, he never touched me. He said I was just another dumb junkie willing to do anything for a fix. I guess he was right.
Rape phone sex fantasies are not always fantasies. Many guys act them out. I was walking home from a drug deal last night. I was not far from home and I didn’t think it was safe to drive my Mercedes in a black neighborhood late at night. Turns out it wasn’t safe for me to walk home either. I didn’t have to worry about the brothers. They aren’t going to hurt one of their best clients. A group of white skateboard punks jumped me when I was less than a mile from home. I live in a great neighborhood but cross the train tracks by the loading docks and I am in the worst neighborhood. These punk ass boys shoved me in the alleyway and started gang banging me. They stripped my clothes off and pissed on me like I was a dirty bum. I got smacked around before they started fucking me. I pleaded for them not to take my drugs. They just laughed. They didn’t want my drugs. They just wanted my dirty fuck holes. They took them too. Tied me up so I couldn’t struggle and fucked the dirty old mommy whore slumming for nigger dick. They thought I was in the hood for cock not coke. I let them have their jollies, so I could survive. For a bunch of schoolboys, they fucked me up good. The last mile I had to walk home took forever because I was sore and battered.
I love a hot fantasy phone sex call. I arrived at the castle by mistake. As a cop, I was out looking for missing girls. My community has had a rash of young girls disappearing into the night lately. I was following a hunch and I drove out to the outskirts of town. There was this majestic castle. It has long been shrouded in mystery. Many people have tried to scale the walls and take pictures. No one ever seems to return. I started thinking maybe that is where all the girls are. It makes sense. No one knows who lives there. Young girls just don’t vanish. I scaled the wall to check it out. It was weird though. It felt like I was being called to the castle. I managed to get in, but a shadowy figure caught me as I was taking pictures. The moment he touched me, I felt paralyzed. I felt captured. He mesmerized me with his eyes. I asked who he was, and he pointed to an ancient picture hanging on the wall. I told myself it wasn’t possible because he had not aged a bit. That was when I saw no reflection in the mirror. He was a vampire. I knew I had to escape, but he froze me with his eyes. I was powerless. Suddenly, it all became clear to me. This was were all the missing girls were and I was to be the next missing girl. As he crawled between my legs, I saw his fangs before he bit down on my inner thigh and started to drink my blood. I came. I was being exsanguinated. I was dying, yet I was aroused. If this was snuff sex, sign me up. He was powerful and sexy and deadly, very deadly. My orgasm was the last one I had as a mortal woman.
I am not a fan of bondage phone sex, but when you are a dirty submissive whore, what you want doesn’t matter. I owed this guy money. I owe lots of men money. Sometimes, I must work it off in trade. I don’t like it but if I want to keep getting coke, I have no choice. When he arrived, I was naked as instructed. I was ready for something. I had no idea what was in store for me, but I was as ready as I could be. He didn’t show up alone. I should have known better. He walked into my house with an entourage of horny guys down to fuck an old druggy whore. I am not that old but to them I am well past my prime. He tied me up like a side of beef and instructed his posse to make me a gangbang rape porn star, even if just for a few hours. I was out of coke, so I had to endure being sodomized and fisted sober. I knew if I was a good whore, my debt would be settled, and I could start earning more coke. They worked my ass and cunt over good. I was unable to walk for hours. I just laid on the floor curled up in a ball covered in sweat and cum and waiting to get high.
I am a taboo phone sex mommy. I let men violate me in front of my young sons because I am a junkie. Last night, we were all dead asleep when there was a large banging at the door. My husband is out of town, so I wasn’t sure who was at the door. My gut told me it was my asshole stepson. He has a key though. I got up to see who it was but no one was at the door. I opened it and a bunch of guys pushed me inside. They started punching me and pulling my clothes off. They knew me. They called me by my name and asked where my sons were. I was pleading with them not to hurt me or my boys. My boys came out and did nothing to help me. They enjoyed watching these guys gang bang mommy. I think they thought I liked it. They thought mommy was just earning her medicine, but these were strangers to me. I had no idea who they were. I had no clue what they wanted. They made it clear that what they wanted were my whore holes. They got them too. They fucked my ass and my cunt for hours while my boys watched and masturbated. My own sons didn’t seem to care that I was being force fucked in my own house.
It was a snuff sex Sunday. I am just recuperating. It was a nice day on Sunday, so I went for a run. I occasionally try to do something normal and healthy. I made the mistake of cutting through the wooded area. I encountered some skate board boys. They saw it as a free opportunity to fuck an old broad. One boy tripped me as I ran by. I fell, which gave them the chance to jump me. I didn’t see it coming. They ripped my clothes off. Within minutes they were shoving their teen cocks in me. Cocks in my ass and pussy, my mouth too. I was screaming but cocks were in my mouth to muffle my screams. They sodomized me three at a time. That ripped my asshole open. I was not planning on a gangbang rape porn on my run. I was in so much pain as they pinned me like a bug to the ground and nutted in me. They kept telling me they hoped that they knocked me up too. When it was over, I had many loads of boy jizz in me. I hope I am not knocked up, though. I don’t need to raise a sadist son.
My gynecologist was into torture sex of my girl parts. I had no idea. I signed up for some medical experiments for extra cash. I was desperate for money to get some drugs. The ad seemed harmless. The ad made it appear it was just a few medical experiments. The ad was misleading. I was sexually tortured. First, their was the breast exam from hell. My boobs were squeezed so tightly that I thought my boobs might pop off my body. If I had fake tits, I would have popped the fun bags. Dr. Demento used vice grips on my tits to see if I had real or fake boobs. My tits were black and blue almost instantly. He quickly moved on to my pussy. He put a sounding device in my urethra that made me scream in pain. That was followed by being opened wide with a speculum. He started inserting various sharp objects in my pussy. He said he was getting cells from my cervix, but this was medical torture for his own pleasure. The more pain I was in, the more I cried, the harder he got. My pain fueled him to delve deeper into his medical fetish. He said there would be some pain involved, but I had no idea how much pain. When he was done, he fucked me. I had a bloody cunt and bruised tits, but that just turned him on all the more. What a sick medical fetish phone sex call.
I made a Labor Day gangbang rape porn. No, I didn’t want to do. It was not my choice. It was a family cookout. That included my stepson. He brought a bunch of his friends. His father was not happy because the boy runs with a bad crowd. Oh boy, do I know that! One of the guys in his posse has sodomized me several times. He is a sick fucker with a milf fetish. He has this violent fantasy about taking his mommy by force. My stepson encourages his naughty mommy fantasy and makes me be his surrogate mommy. My husband and I tried to get him and his friends to leave, but they wouldn’t budge. It was late and we needed to go to bed and get our boys to bed since they had school today. I thought my stepson and his friends would just hang out in the back yard and drink until they got bored. They did until they decided to pull me out of bed for some ass rape porn. They were drunk and stoned and feeling violent. My husband is a sound sleeper. I didn’t scream because I didn’t want my two young sons to witness the violence their half-brother was going to subject their mommy too. I didn’t want them to have any ideas about how they could treat their mommy when they get older. My stepson bound and gagged me on the picnic table where our family ate just hours earlier; then he ordered his friends to fuck me. They took turns violating my holes in my backyard in my gated community. While other mommies were sleeping, this mommy was getting sodomized under the moonlight by a bunch of drunk frat boys. No one really knows what goes on behind the white picket fences.
