I love taboo phone sex calls. The darker your desire, the wetter my pussy gets. I got high last night. I know that is no shocker. I was not out. I stayed home and explored my freak side with callers. I have some creative callers who want to kill me a thousand different ways. How would you like to snuff me? Guys ask me all the time what my favorite way to die is? I like it violent and painful. I think I am like you. When it comes to the phone, I need something more extreme and taboo than reality. My caller had mommy rape phone sex fantasies. Very violent fantasies. I love being force fucked. My caller has a cock teasing mommy. He told me how she wore see-through nightgowns in front of him and his friends. She fucked her son’s friends, all of them, but never him. I would have been frustrated and angry too if my mommy whore neglected me but serviced my friends. I love fantasy calls because they are therapeutic. We did a roleplay where I cock teased him for the last time. Mommy got knocked around. Slapped, spit on, kicked, punched and fucked. Fucked in mouth, pussy and ass. He showed his mommy no mercy for 30 years of cock teasing and neglect. I was super sore, swollen, prolapsed and gaped by the time he was done, but my caller got out his mommy frustration. Can I help you relieve some frustration too?
He told me it was a domination phone sex week for me. He kidnapped me and tossed me in his basement. I was chained up like a wild animal. Stripped naked, forced to lay on a cold, damp slab of concreate. I had to piss and shit in a bowl. My only nourishment for the week was his cum that I had to drink out of a bowl on a floor. No water. No real food. Just his cum. I was cold, scared, and alone. Bugs were in the basement. So many bugs that they covered my flesh like a blanket at night. The sound of the cock roaches and crickets drove me crazy. The entire week I was deprived light and basic human necessities. Today, he came down to give me his cum. He gave me more than that. He fucked my ass, my mouth and my cunt. I was dirty and I smelled. I had not had a bath since he took me, unless you count his cum and piss as a bath. I thought today was my last day alive, but he made me a deal. Bring me a young girl and I can be his accomplice, not his prisoner. It is survival of the fittest right? I took that deal. Now, I am free and have 24-hours to bring him a super young slave for his demented teen rape porn.
Bondage phone sex is something I am no stranger too, however, being strung up at a party is. I was attending a garden party. A client of my husband’s invited us. He is very rich, and apparently, very kinky. His home sprawled many acres. Everyone there looked very high class. They didn’t look like druggy whores. That means they didn’t look like me. I got drunk, drunk quickly too, even for me. I passed out and woke up strung up to a tree outside. I was tied up in a rope swing. All the party goers, my husband included, were standing around me. I was naked. I was drugged. The host started fisting my cunt. The party-goers were shouting to him to fist me harder and not to forget my ass. He double fisted me, then invited everyone to fist my sloppy holes. This was not the party I thought it was. It was a gangbang rape porn party and I was the star. My legs were held apart by two guests, so that the others could fuck the shit out of me. Some pinched my nipples until they bled. A few bit my clit too for the same outcome. I was a captive audience. I couldn’t go anywhere until I was cut down. Eventually, I was let go, but only after my cunt was pouring cum. When the host cut the rope, I landed with a thud on the floor in a pool of cum that oozed out of my pussy. My head was shoved into the pool of jizz on the floor. They forced me to lick it up before I could go home. I was feeling sick to my stomach. It was a lot of cum. The men, even my hubby, pissed on me while I cleaned up the pool of cum. I never saw this night coming. I guess everyone knows I am a taboo phone sex whore.
Tortures sex and sex trafficking are in high demand on big sporting event days. Today, is the Kentucky Derby. I don’t know if you follow horse racing, but men get drunk, win money and want to pay for kinky shit. Sometimes it is a sweet young thing and sometimes it’s an old submissive whore. I was minding my own business walking to the local 7-11 for some cigarettes. It started pouring down rain. Some guy in a van offered me a lift and I took it. Bad choice on my part. He was not alone. Another man grabbed me and tossed me in the back where a dirty old mattress awaited me. They made a stop and a few men paid my kidnapers money and I went from a van to a moving truck. The inside was made into a torture chamber. It was a moving sex trafficking and torture truck. While I was tied up, men fucked me and zapped me with electric currents. They beat me while they fucked me. They beat me while they shocked me. They came in my face and in both my pussy and ass while watching pre race predictions on their cell phones. They were lining up their bets while using me for snuff sex. I knew I was not the only girl in peril today. Sex trafficking is big business. Men even want used up whores like me to play with too.
I never plan to be a gangbang rape porn star. It just happens. Men look at me and they see victim. They see a bitch, a whore, a cunt, a slave, a sex doll, a worthless piece of shit… Most men don’t humanize me. I understand. I like to get high. I like pain and humiliation, but only when I am high. My freak side comes out when I am partying. Last night, I was not partying. My neighbor was having a party. I had boys trying to sleep, so I went next door to ask them to keep the noise down. My neighbor called me a nigger loving whore and told me to get the fuck off his property. My mistake was telling him I would call the cops. One of his friends pulled me inside and started ripping my clothes off. Soon, they were all pawing and pulling at me. My clothes were off my body and dicks were going in my ass and pussy. I was sober; I was not feeling too freaky, so I struggled and resisted. I fought, which is rare, but my neighbor is an asshole. He can’t do anything for me. He could, however, do a lot to me. Him and his friends sodomized me, fisted both holes, came and pissed on me and smacked me around too. I was kept prisoner all night. I was used as their cum dumpster and fuck slave. It was the longest night of my life.
Gangbang rape porn was not on my to do list yesterday. In a rare moment, I was sober. I was out of coke, but I had mom duties to do. I had to grocery shop and take the boys to appointments. I had finished my mom duties and decided to go to the gym. I had a nice work out, but on way out, a group of men grabbed me and stuffed me into a minivan. They were young 20s and very aggressive. I was kidnapped and traveling in a fuck van. One guy was driving, but the rest were in the back of the van fucking me on a dirty mattress. They used my back door like I was their private ass rape porn star. They pulled my limbs in different directions. My shoulder got dislocated; I heard it pop and the pain hit quickly. They shoved cocks in my mouth, pussy and ass while the one guy drove around town. No one would know I was in a rape fantasy mobile. I tried screaming, but no one could hear me. My best bet was to ride it out until they had their fun. I swear they drove around for a couple hours before they pushed me out of the van under a bridge in the seedy part of town. For once, I was not looking for trouble, but it found me nonetheless.
It was an ass rape porn Easter. I was looking for some blow to celebrate the holidays. The guys that were going to give me the blow, punked me. They had no blow, just devious plans to sodomize me. They were high on something, but by their looks, my guess was they were crack heads. I just snort lines of coke. I know I shouldn’t sound like I am better than them since I am a submissive whore, but these guys were not who I wanted to party with on Easter Sunday. I had told my family I was going to the store, and I snuck downtown to score some blow. I came home with no coke and a gaped, swollen asshole. When I arrived, they were waiting for me. One of them jumped me while the other one put chains on me. I was restrained before they stripped me naked. They informed me they had fisting fantasies. These crack head bastards fisted my ass until he was gaped wide open. It was so big, they could put their entire fist inside me without touching the walls of my asshole. Luckily, they grew tired of fucking with my asshole. They let me go, but I had to waddle home to my family with an ass gaped so wide I would never shit the same way again. I guess I should never try to score coke off Tinder.
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.
