My sons had some friends over for a slumber party last night. They are out of school for a few weeks for the holiday break, so I agreed to let them invite some school friends over. I didn’t know the boys. I just assumed any friends of my sons must be okay boys. I was wrong. After my sons were asleep, two lads who are brothers, pulled me out of bed. They shoved my panties in my mouth and tied my hands behind my back with a pair of my pantyhose. Teen boys made me their double ass rape porn whore. They fucked my ass in tandem while my sons slept in the next room. Young boys sodomizing my ass? I was not sure if I was scared or turned on by them. They didn’t care that my ass was bleeding. They said I was a cock tease. They claimed that I had this coming to them for months of making their little dicks hard and never offering release. Seriously, their dicks didn’t feel so little ravaging my asshole. One of them held a knife to my throat. He told me he would slit my throat if I made a sound. Violent little boys were force fucking me in my house and I invited them inside. When they left, I laid in bed, trembling and bleeding. I wasn’t sure if I was scared shitless or aroused by these young fucks.
Rape phone sex fantasies are common. Sometimes, men make them come true for themselves. There is something about seeing a druggy whore mom that brings out a man’s dark desires. I was doing some holiday shopping at the mall a couple nights ago. I was being followed by some teen boys. I assumed they just had MILF fever. I may have shaken my ass more than normal. I may have dropped a lot of items and slowly bent over to pick up the items. I guess they didn’t like being cock teased. They jumped me when we were in the parking lot. I screamed, but one of the boys rammed his dick in my mouth to shut me up. His buddies ripped my clothes off in the cold night. On the asphalt parking lot behind Macy’s in the dark night, those boys made a gangbang rape porn with me as their star. For teen boys, they were rough. Clearly, they had zero respect for me. They slammed my head against the grown as they fucked my pussy and ass. There were pieces of concrete embedded in my skin. I was cold and scared, but these boys didn’t give a fuck about me. They just thrust their dicks in my cold exposed holes until they came. They joked that their cum should warm me up. They left me there with my clothes torn and covered in cum. I was just a dirty whore to them. Is that what I am to you too?
Taboo phone sex role plays are the hottest. One of my callers came up with a creative role play yesterday that gave me wet dreams last night. I was a prisoner in an experimental prison. Instead of being sentenced to death in a normal electric chair, I was sold in a hostel style auction. My death was going to be violent and bloody and painful. I was praying for a lethal injection when I saw the room my purchaser took me to die. Rusty knifes and dirty tools were on a gurney. Men with so much money they can pay to kill a death row inmate, had evil things planned for me and my posse of prison bitches. I could hear blooding chilling screams. I could see the hate in the eyes of the man who bought me. He strapped me down to the gurney. He strapped me down mid arm and mid leg for a reason. When he fired up a dirty old chainsaw, I knew why. He dismembered my hands and my feet first. Then he untied me because I wasn’t going anywhere soon, according to his warped sense of humor. It was torture sex. Actually, it was just torture because he never put his cock inside me. He masturbated in my squirting blood as he slowly took off more of my arms and more of my legs. He got off to my pain. He told me he was saving the state tons of money by killing me himself. It was a slow, painful death and nowhere close to being humane. Just how I like my snuff fantasies. I deserve to be killed in a bloody and violent way. I am a worthless druggy cunt who contributes nothing to society. If you were to kill me, could you top dismemberment?
Taboo phone sex fantasies consume me. What about you? I was dreaming of being forced fucked by my step-son when I woke up and he was on top of me. A dream is one thing. Reality is very different. His hand was around my mouth. I saw the big ass knife on the pillow next to me. I knew if I screamed, he would slit my throat and my babies would find me dead in a pool of blood in the morning. His cock was ravaging my pink asshole. My ass can never catch a break. After he nutted in my swollen ass, I figured he was done. I should have known better. He is a sadistic guy. He hates me with a passion, so when we have these encounters that are like something out of your rape phone sex fantasies, I never get away unscathed. His fist was the next thing up my ass. He put on a pair of brass knuckles first to increase the pain. No lube, just his cum was all that he said a whore like me needed. I have had fists up my ass before, but never with brass knuckles. As he twisted his fist inside my ass, I felt my anal wall ripping. I could feel the shit and blood mixing together as he prolapsed my ass yet again. I passed out from the pain, but he woke me up with his fist down my throat. All I could taste was a strange mix of blood and shit. I hate my step-son as much as he hates me. I just lack the power and strength to ever stop him.
He said I needed domination phone sex. I was thinking perhaps I could use a little slave training, but I was not prepared for what I got. He hung me upside down naked. It’s disorienting because the blood flows to your head and gives you this dizzy feeling. I was hanging by my ankles for about 30 minutes before he even spoke to me. “Slut, you need to learn some manners,” he seethed. This was all because I forgot to say sir. He was in an extremely sadistic mood, even for him. While I was hanging upside down, he whipped me repeatedly. I felt like a black slave and it was 1890. He cracked the whip so hard, he drew blood. I felt my own blood dripping down my spine. I begged for mercy, but he was not feeling generous. He did eventually cut me down. I landed hard on the cement floor. I curled up into a ball because I was in pain and scared. As I was curled up on the floor, he kicked me. Repeated kicks to the back and stomach. I was spitting up blood. I never seen him this sadistic. And all because I forgot to say Sir? When I looked up, I noticed another man watching and jacking off. Now, I knew what was going on. This man paid to watch my abuse. Master was extra abusive because he was being paid. I didn’t know the guy. Well, I didn’t think I did, but when he decided to make me his ass rape porn star, I realized I did know him. He was my oldest son’s friend from college. I rejected him sexually last year. I guess this was some sort of macabre payback. As he was sodomizing my bloody asshole, he told me, “Never say no to me again bitch. I get whatever I want one way or another.” He sure did get what he wanted, and I paid the price.
Snuff porn until Christmas. That is my fate. I need money for gifts and coke. My husband gave me money to Christmas shop, but I put it up my nose. Now, I have no more blow and no money to buy gifts or coke. A friend told me about auditions at this new underground seedy club. It is a place where men pay lots of money to do whatever they want to women. Torture, force fuck, bondage, toilet play… all the things most women won’t do. She needed money too, so my friend and I went together. The women waiting to get in were junkies and bimbos. Most of them looked rode hard put away wet. I am a coke whore, but I look classy, well at least compared to a strung-out heroin whore in need of a fix. There was a man deciding on who got in. The pay was $500 cash. When the guy got to us, he gave us a wad of cash and ushered us in. I guess we had the look he wanted. Once we were inside, we were on an auction block. Men bid on us. I went for $10,000. Suddenly, my little $500 felt like pocket change. I could hear screams, smell blood and I heard what sounded like a chainsaw. This was like something straight out of a Hostel movie. I was either not going to live, or wish I was dead afterwards. The man who bought me, never spoke to me. I guess he didn’t want to personalize me. I had to think quick because I saw the hammer, big knives and other torture sex devices. I was not going to live. He started stabbing me. Swallow but painful jabs because he was unsure he wanted to kill me. He paid to snuff me, but in a moment of hesitation, I got away. I ran through a maze of dead women. I grabbed my friend and got the hell out. We were both bloody and bruised. It was a near death experience. Somehow, I think if you paid to torture me, you wouldn’t hesitate.
Bondage phone sex is seldom uneventful with me. When I agree to fetish modeling shoots it is not with reputable photographers. I am a coke whore. That leads me to poor decisions with bad men. When Antonio tied me up and hung me from a beam for the photo shoot, I wasn’t thinking about anything other the money I was making for coke. Once he cut the bottom of my feet and let them drip blood on his cock, I knew I was in trouble once again. I was strung up with my legs restrained and pulled to the sides. He fucked me in the position with his bloodied dick. My own blood was used as lube for him to force fuck my pussy. I was screaming for him to stop, but while his dick was still in my cunt, he stuck a knife in my ass. I let out a blood curdling scream as I felt the sharp blade penetrate my anus. It was cutting through my anal wall. He just laughed and called me a dumb coke whore. My blood was dripping on the floor I was suspended above from both my ass and the soles of my feet. He started slashing my boobs too. My blood was running down my stomach and legs, dripping all over the floor. He just kept fucking me and reminding me of all the coke I would soon have. Although I wanted to get high so badly, all I could think about was if I was going to survive long enough to get high.
Torture sex Thanksgiving? I thought I was in a bad dream, but when I arrived to help cook the bird, I got stuffed. Stuffed by huge cocks and fists, not to mention a variety of objects not meant for the pussy or ass. There was no one else at the house. My step son tricked me into arriving hours early, so he could abuse me. He wanted to stuff my ass until it hurt. He bound me like a turkey. My arms were pinned behind my back and I was sitting on my legs in an extremely uncomfortable position. My ass was exposed for abuse. I was making a Thanksgiving ass rape porn. He is such a sadistic fuck. He fucked my ass with a huge turkey bone. He even tried to to make a wish with my legs by spreading them as far as he could to fist my pussy. He had a ball gag in my mouth, so the neighbors wouldn’t hear my screams. I thought he might cook me and serve me to my family for Thanksgiving, but after I was bloody and gaping, he released me and ordered my ass in the kitchen to start the meal. When the rest of the family arrived, I knew better than to say shit or the next time the abuse would be worse. My step son loves to take his anger out on me. I am here for you too. Hate your family? Abuse a dirty milf and you will feel better. That is what my step-son says.
I have snuff porn fantasies; however, they are fantasies. I don’t really want to die. My step-son, who hates me, found my dirty diary. It is where I make my naughty confessions. Last night he made a naughty fantasy a reality for me. For the record, it was against my will. I didn’t want anything to do with him, but he has never let that stop him. He pulled me out of a dead sleep from my bed. He dragged me by my red hair kicking a screaming to the basement. My body was sore from bouncing down the steps. I was bloodied, bruised and likely had some broken ribs. He tied me up, hung me from a beam and used me like a punching bag. I was crying and pleading for mercy, but with dead eyes, he ignored me. He punched my boobs back and forth like he was Mike Tyson. I was waiting for him to bite my ear off. He punched my face too, breaking my nose. I was starting to gag from the blood running down the back of my throat. That is when he skull fucked me. He joked about my blood being lube. When he pulled his cock out it was dripping with pre cum and my blood. He rammed his bloody dick up my ass. So much anger and hate in every thrust. I just counted the minutes until it was over, but minutes turned into hours and by that time, I was wishing I was dead.
When it comes to kidnapping phone sex, I excel at being an accomplice. This guy had me tied up in his basement. I wasn’t sure what he was going to do with me. I made him a deal. I promised him that I could get him something younger and tighter if he spared me. His curiosity was piqued. I had to do some fancy talking but I knew he would want something in better shape than me. We went to the mall. I always had a gun on me. I knew I had to pull this off or I would die. I am a soccer mom. Young girls don’t have the same stranger danger with me as they would with my kidnapper. I saw a young teen girl. I convinced her to help me carry some bags to the car for money. My kidnapper was my shadow. He jumped her when we got to the parking lot. I felt bad. I knew she was going to be his teen rape porn star, but this was survival of the fittest. When we got back to his dungeon, he tied us both up. What the fuck. I just bought myself some time I guess, but I didn’t change the ending. He took turns abusing us both. I watched as he force fucked the little whore I lured. After he came in her, he released her. I thought I might have the same fate, but he turned the tables on me. He gave her a knife and told her that I was the one who got her force fucked. She called me names then kicked me hard in the pussy. I didn’t think she had it in her to kill me. At least I hoped she didn’t. She rammed the knife in my stomach as I was tied up dangling in front of her like a carrot. Clearly, I was wrong.
