When he said I deserved anal torture sex, I laughed. I thought he was joking, or at best just meant a hardcore ass fucking. I am no stranger to ass play. I told him to bring it on. That was a huge mistake because I had no idea who I was dealing with. First, I had no idea he had a foot long thick dick. Second, I didn’t know he was a sadist. I met him at this flop house I go to get high sometimes. He is dealer. He doesn’t deal in coke. He sells the hard shit, but when no coke is around, high is high, right? I will huff a can of spray paint like it’s 1995 if that is my only option. I was high when he told me I was an ass rape porn star. That is why I was so cocky about it. Once he had a meat hook in my ass hoisting me in the air, I realized I was in way over my head. He whipped my ass first. I was flying in the air, suspended only by a meat hook in the ass. I could feel my ass ripping to shreds. I was bleeding and in agony. That was just the beginning for him. When he let me down, he joked about pushing my prolapsed ass back in my asshole with his big dick. Damn, that fucking hurt. Mind you, I was high on smack at the time, so I am sure it hurt a hell of a lot more. I was screaming bloody murder as he fucked my asshole with one large item after the next. When he was finished with me, I couldn’t walk and I couldn’t control my bowels. I was shitting everywhere. Blood, shit and his cum flowed out of my ruined asshole like a river. I think I need to stick with coke dealers.
I have home invasion phone sex fantasies. Do you? My dark desire is for a handsome, dominant stranger to break into my house one night when I am all alone. He puts a chain around my neck and makes me his slave. His sex slave who he violates in every hole in every room of the house. The idea of being force fucked in my sons’ twin beds or my marriage bed gets me wet. I know I am a fucked up bitch. I do a lot of cocaine and it makes me twisted in the head. I had such a hot dream about a home invasion last night that I woke up thinking it had happened. In fact, I had a red purple mark around my neck like a chain had been there. I had ligature marks on my ankles and my wrists like I had been tied up. My ass was sore like an ass rape porn star. There was even cum oozing out of my fuck holes. Fresh cum too. I know I was high and drinking wine, but how can I not remember getting bound and fucked in my own house? I have been masturbating all morning trying to remember who the handsome stranger was that made my wicked fantasy cum true. Was it you?
There are ass rape porn videos that I watch that get me wet. Then there are others that make me cringe in pain. My dealer loves ass torture porn. I was sucking his big black cock when one came on of a woman getting double fisted and I felt his cock twitch in my mouth. I couldn’t see the screen, but he narrated it for me, and I knew I was in trouble because the way his cock was reacting in my mouth. He nutted in my mouth, then summoned a few of his dealers who were dividing coke in the back. They love to help him abuse his favorite slave. Black men love having white slaves. They love fisting them too. I begged for some lube. Black me have big hands to go with their big cocks. They laughed at me and said, “We don’t want you to enjoy it whore.” At that moment, I knew I was doomed. Two fists went in my ass at once, then two more popped in my cunt. I had four fists, and not just any fists either. Big black fists inside my tiniest holes. Torture sex to the extreme is the only way to describe it. I was bleeding, gapped and covered in my own shit by the time they were done. Humiliated and sore, I curled up in a ball to recuperate, but they just pissed on me.
It was a weird bondage phone sex session. H going to treat me like a nigger slave. Right then I knew I would likely die or wish I was dead. It was the later. He was pissed at something. It wasn’t me, but I was his escape goat. I am always his escape goat. That is why he strung me up from a tree in his back yard. I was completely bound, so I couldn’t move. He told me he was he keeps me around he says. He threw rocks at me. Just like I imagine lynchers did in the 40s and 50s. I was the strange fruit swaying on the poplar tree that Billie Holliday sung about. Only I am not black. I am, however, black and blue and purple with spots of red from rocks cutting my skin. He left me hanging for awhile after he ran out of stones. I was bleeding badly. I was battered even worse. I passed out, but he turned a hose on me, which woke me up. He cut me down and I fell with a thud. He pissed on my bruised and bloody body and laughed. With a smirk, he said, “Damn, Blair, that was fun.”
Violent phone sex fantasies consume me. I get high and my head gets fucked up with nasty thoughts. I am a freak despite the soccer mom appearance. I called up my stepson last night. We have a love hate relationship, but it works. He gets me high and then takes all his aggression out on my ass. He is a fucked up boy, just like I am a fucked up woman. Our kinky desires consume us. It makes for a perfect BDSM relationship. Last night, my stepson brought a bunch of friends with him for our date. I wasn’t prepared for that. I was not thinking gangbang rape porn, but that is what happened. His friends and him fucked every hole, even my pee hole. Let me tell you, having cocks rammed in my urethra, hurt more than three dicks in my ass at once. My stepson and his friends treated me like a piece of trash. They pulled my hair, spit on me, fucked all my holes and pissed on me too. They laughed as I pleaded for mercy. My stepson planned this. He wanted all my holes bleeding and ruined. Even though it hurt, I survived. I know he is dangerous to my health and life, but I have dark desires that can’t be curbed. I get what I deserve.
He told me he was a fan of bondage phone sex. He told me that for my time as his BDSM slave, he would give me a bag of coke. He had me at bag of coke. I am a coke whore. It always leads me down dangerous avenues, however. I should have known better. When I arrived, I was hit over the head. I didn’t see it coming. I woke up hanging upside down, bound in an extremely awkward position. The guy I agreed to meet, was waiting for me with his monster cock out. He skull fucked me while I was dangling in the air upside down. Blood was trickling down my face from the blow to the head. Turns out he enjoyed my blood dripping on his dick. He said blood is great lube. I knew I was in over my head. I thought I was having some BDSM fun not snuff sex. I figured some whips and chains, and restraints, but he was strangling me and fucking me so hard I puked on his dick. Because of the position I was in, I ended up swallowing most of my own puke, which made me puke again. He was laughing at what a disgusting whore I was. I tried to think about the coke, but he was fucking me so hard from an upside-down position that I kept passing out. The head wound compounded my dizzy feeling. Eventually, he grew bored with me. He had cum so much he couldn’t cum anymore. I was dizzy, sore and bleeding from my head, so I was happy to be set free, but that didn’t happen until the next morning. He kept me to mutilate my tits and my clit. This was a far cry from some BDSM fun. It was torture sex.
Snuff sex fantasies are one thing, but he wanted me dead. I owed him money. I owed him coke too. A few months ago, I stole a bag of coke. It was a small bag. He didn’t need it. It wouldn’t have made him much money. When he found me, he made it clear that what he was doing to me was a matter or principal. He couldn’t have people thinking he was soft. His posse was with him as he tied me up. I was bound and gagged and scared, very scared. They took turns kicking me. It didn’t matter that I was a woman. I stole; I had to be punished. They fucked my ass raw until it prolapsed, then the leader of the pack, the one I stole from, put a zip tie on my prolapsed ass. I screamed out in pain, but that was nothing compared to being branded. He spelled out the letters Thief on my ass. Thief, forever branded on me, so no one would ever trust me. Him and his posse sodomized me. They beat me up. They tortured me for hours and they burned my flesh. All so one drug dealer could save face. My body will never be the same because I stole an itty bitty bit of coke.
When you are a taboo phone sex whore, anything goes. In my real life, men know that if they have what I need, they can get away with murder. What they have that I need is cocaine. I am a suburban housewife with a dirty secret life. None of the normal drug dealers will sell me coke anymore, so I need to frequent the more extreme dealers. The ones that make me work for my fix. No one wants to fuck me in exchange for drugs anymore. My holes are too used up. Nothing is tight on me, not even my ass. That means the only way I can get my coke is humiliating myself and putting on a show for the men in power. Last night, Big E wanted an ass rape porn show, but not with cock. He had a series of huge dildos lined up for me to ass fuck. Each one bigger and more daunting than the other. The first couple weren’t bad, but as I moved down the dildo line, they got thicker and harder. One had Ben Gay on it, so I was fucking it while my asshole burned. My eyes watered, but I plowed through it. The one after that had little shards of broken glass super glued on it, so I tore my ass with every thrust. I was bleeding but I had to keep entertaining Big E and his friends, or I would have ruined my asshole for nothing. The last one was so wide, I felt my asshole rip. I have had some big dick inside me, but nothing as thick as the last dildo. Now, it had no glass on it, but it was lubed up with more Ben Gay. My ass was torn and bleeding now, so the Ben Gay hurt a thousand times more than the first time. My ass was ruined. Prolapsed, torn, bloody and burning like a son of a bitch, but I got my coke.
Torture sex can be hot. I am a pain slut and I don’t mind a little nipple torture. I get high however, make bad decisions and end up in the hospital. The problem is that when I get super fucked up, I can’t feel much until the next day. The other night I was partying with these out of town business men I picked up in a strip club. The local strip club always has blow. Either the girls have it or the patrons, but it is usually both. These New York Wall Street types were partying in the VIP room and asked me join them. They bought me lap dances and shared their coke. I was having a great time. They wanted me to come back to their suite in the hotel next door. I didn’t think it would turn into a violent gangbang rape porn. They seemed so white collar. Suddenly, I was just a whore to fuck. The tore up my ass and my pussy. They put cigarettes out on my flesh too. I got smacked, punched and fucked. One of them informed me that I could not snort their coke for free all night without giving something back. They passed me around like candy, using me with no condoms, no lube and no care about my well being. I let them have their fun at my expense because I wanted their coke. They had the best blow. The next day, I had a broken nose and several cracked ribs. I only felt it when the coke wore off.
Do you have gangbang rape porn fantasies? Most men do; at least most men do when they see me. For whatever reason, I bring out men’s darker desires. They want to fuck me regardless if I want to be fucked. I went to the liquor store late last night. I was minding my own business when a bunch of men grabbed me and pulled me in the alley. They were waiting for a woman to come by and I was the first one that didn’t look like a crack whore according to them. I pleaded with them not to do what they were about to do because I had a husband and sons waiting at home for me. They didn’t care. In fact, I think they liked the fact that I was a suburban housewife. They didn’t know I was a taboo phone sex whore who has done things most housewives have never considered. I didn’t know what to do. Fighting them might be worse for me, but not fighting them could end up the same way. I half assed fought them. They rammed their cocks in my holes in a cold dark alley like it was something they do every night. I begged them not to cum inside me because I didn’t want to get pregnant. They joked that an old whore like me couldn’t get knocked up anyway as they shot their cum loads inside me. They were laughing at me and joking about going back to my family looking and smelling like a cum dumpster. Little did they know that is not a new look for me.
