Medical fetish phone sex was what he asked for when he called. I was thinking he had the wrong girl. Honestly, I thought he wanted one of the sadistic women. I assumed that medical fetish was like penis torture, even castration. I was wrong. When he put me in the stirrups, I knew what was next. The doctor always says, “You will feel a little pressure pain,” as he inserts a latex finger covered in lube up your pussy. I wished I was at the gynecologist’s office, but I was with a sadist MD. No latex glove, no lube. What was inserted inside me was a speculum with teeth. Sharp razor edges pierced my flesh as he cranked it open gapping my pussy so wide a head would have fit inside of me. Once I was opened as wide as the Red Sea, he found my urethra. He shoved some device down my pee hole. Now that was a new pain. Excruciating pain. That was just the beginning of the torture sex. As I laid in stirrups, with my pussy gapped open and bleeding from the speculum, he attempted to fuck my pee hole. Such a small opening for such a big object like a cock. I screamed as he fucked the smallest, tightest hole on my body. I was crying from the pain. He warned me not to cry. My punishment was severe. He dumped a bottle of hydrogen peroxide in my bleeding cunt and over my now bleeding urethra. It might as well have been battery acid. I felt my insides being eaten away. I tried to not cry, fearing more, even, worse punishment. I was one big medical experiment. My vaginal wall was shredded. My pee hole gapped and burned. My nipples cut and pierced. And, in the end my ass fucked so hard it prolapsed. My first medical fetish experience left me bloody and forever scarred.
He asked me if I wanted to have snuff sex. I was high as a kite. I wasn’t really in the frame of mind to be making any decisions, especially one like that. I’m not sure what I was thinking, but I know I was not thinking he was serious. I giggled like a school girl and said, “Sure, sounds fun.” Fun doesn’t come close to what happened. The way he explained it, I gave consent so he could do whatever the fuck he wanted to me. I am a stupid whore who has snorted all her brain cells away. I was not capable of agreeing to snuff porn, but I did. He tied me up and affixed me to a spreader bar and put me in a collar and a ball gag. My ass and pussy exposed to him and his friends. My own stupidity scares me sometimes. I saw him coming at my ass with a large object. As he got closer I saw it was a moldy log. But not just a log; a log with bugs crawling over it. I swallowed hard, closed my eyes and prayed that the enviable was not going to happen; but it did. I felt damp rough wood sodomize me then I felt the insects crawling. It was like a bad acid trip or something. My ass was on fire. Fire ants, I assumed. The feeling of wood slivers digging into my ass and insects crawling all around inside me made me sick to my stomach. I couldn’t move though. I was a prisoner. What I thought was going to be a hot sexual encounter was turning out to be more of a deadly encounter. I puked from the pain and sensation, but swallowed my own vomit because of the ball gag. Some friend of my sick hook up filmed my anal torture. He said depraved ass rape porn sells at a premium. Apparently, my life is expendable if it lines their pockets.
Do you like extreme bondage phone sex stories? I have one for you. I was partying over the weekend with some neighbor boys. Teen boys with some great weed and pills. They are not coke heads, but they party. I was out of powder, so I dressed slutty and went over to see if they would share their weed. Beggars can’t be choosers. Plus, young horny guys like a MILF who parties, right? They were on some wild trip. The weed was laced with some sort of psychedelic drug. I took a few puffs and even I knew it wasn’t straight weed. I was feeling out of sorts. They boys were feeling mighty aggressive. They tied me like a package saying that their grass doesn’t come for free. I knew that. I was down to fuck. But, they had something more extreme in mind. Hardcore bondage and ass rape porn. I was tied in such an awkward position, I couldn’t move. That was what they wanted so they could force fuck me like savages. High school boys were gang banging me. Not a single one of them used a condom either. I protested that I could get pregnant, but the response was, “That will be your problem then, whore.” Cocks, beer bottles, fists and other odd items like flashlights assaulted my pussy and ass. I was hot and sweaty from the drugs. I was out of it, but not so out of it to not understand that I was being force fucked by boys young enough to be my sons. They enjoyed making me suck their shit covered sticks that violated my ass hole. They enjoyed using me as a toilet too. The ropes were cutting my flesh from the friction of the force of the fucking. There was no way out for me. Like a good little submissive whore, I just waited until they were done, which was almost 24 hours later. I had no idea teen boys could fuck me so hardcore for so long.
Gangbang rape porn pays the bills. By bills, I mean it buys my coke. I had a little underground film this weekend that I am still recovering from. I don’t know why I keep responding to these ads I see. Oh, yea, because I am a junkie. When I arrived to the address I was provided, I immediately had a pit in my stomach. The house was in the crack whore part of town. The house was dilapidated and smelled of piss and vomit. There was more trash on the lawn than grass. But I was all out of party supplies and strung out; no money to score. This was my only way to get some money. The guy that answered the door was skeezy. They could smell him a mile away. I almost vomited at the smell waffling from the house. “You must be the mommy whore,” he said as he scratched his balls. “Dear Lord, what I have I gotten myself into,” I thought to myself. I fucked him and his dirty friends. They filmed it. But it was not just fucking skeezy men. They had some furry ones that wanted in on the gang bang action. Actually, that was what they wanted to film. They said they could make good money to start a meth lab with this kind of porn. I didn’t sign on for 4 legged ass rape porn, but they wouldn’t pay me unless I did it. They gave me some crystal meth then ushered in the 4 legged porn stars. They covered me in peanut butter first. They had slimly tongues. It was so gross. Licking that peanut butter off my pussy and ass made their red rockets stick right out. Little barbed wired dicks entered my body. Even high, I felt that pain. They nutted in me, but it took forever. They tore my pussy up. I was bleeding from my ass too, but I got paid. I’ve been high ever since.
Ass rape porn for Valentine’s Day is what I got. I am a stupid worthless whore. I was not expecting anything romantic like flowers or candy. But I was not prepared to abuse myself for his pleasure and amusement. When he showed up at the door. He did have a bottle of fine champagne. For a brief moment I felt special. Then he told me that the bottle of bubbly was for my ass and I better get myself primed for a good hard core anal fucking. I knew what that meant. I started fisting my asshole. He wouldn’t let me use any lube so my fist went in dry. It hurt, especially after he made me wear a few of his big chunky rings. He sat there in a chair watching me. Laughing at me and of course stroking his cock. Watching his bitch torment herself for his pleasure is what he enjoys. He is a sadistic master. This was actually tame for him. He has made me do some sick things in the past. Last year he took me to the dog pound. It was not to adopt a pet either. I am sure your imagination will get it right. Another year, he branded me with a heart and his initials. So this was actually a tame Valentine’s Day. After he was satisfied with the fisting of my own ass, he shook up the bottle of champagne, uncorked it and rammed it up my ass as he told me he loved me. It was like getting an enema. It was uncomfortable, even painful as I started to cramp. I knew what was coming next. I tried to get to a bathroom but he would not let me move. I lost control of my bowels. It was so degrading, but the real humiliation came next. “There is your chocolate whore,” he said as he pushed my face into my own shit. I think I enjoyed my gangbang rape porn Valentine’s day at the pound last year better.
Do you have snuff porn fantasies? I have been told that I bring out the sadistic desires in men. I had no clue so many men hated a woman with red hair. But I get told regularly how badly someone wants to hurt a ginger girl as in hurt her deadly. I was doing a threesome last week with this dealer guy I know and one of his friends. I was just trying to score some free blow and weed. My dealer was buried balls deep in my ass while his friend was skull fucking me. It was nothing more than rough sex until his friend started strangling me. As he was choking me, he kept saying, “Die you red headed slut.” I thought it was some sort of role play fantasy for him, but he was really hurting me. Hurting me badly too. I could taste blood in my mouth. My vision got blurry and I became light headed. I tried to speak but cock was down my throat and my lungs were filling up with blood. My dealer just kept pounding my ass even though I became lifeless. I was jolted awake by a very hard slap. Everything was blurry, like a film was over my eyes. My dealer’s sick friend had evil in his eyes. I am no stranger to that look. I tried to crawl away but something hit the back of my head. I woke up face down in a pool of my own blood. I was confused and disoriented. I looked up and my dealer and his pal had a camera rolling. They were filming me as I laid there bleeding. They were jacking off watching me bleed and cry. My dealer mentioned me owing him money. I thought the fucking was paying for my drugs; he thought otherwise. Another blow to the face, more blood, some broken teeth and a statement from my dealer that snuff movies bring in good money.
Babysitter phone sex is a much different experience with me on this site. I have two sides, like most women. When I am not fucked up, I am just a horny dirty mommy. I am even nurturing and submissive to my boys, wanting to take care of their every need, especially their hard throbbing boy dicks. When I am high, however, I am a different woman. Desperate, mean, nasty as fuck , and even a bit crazy. I’m still submissive, to men at least. Girls, however, should run for their lives when I am fucked up. I got asked to babysit my niece. My husband’s sister rarely asks me because she knows I am unstable at times. I was desperate for some coke money, so I agreed to watch the teen whore. I dislike that cock teasing princess sober too. They can’t trust her because when alone, she is putting nude selfies on Instagram and Snapchat. I needed money and I knew a little teen whore could make me some. I strapped her to her bed, got out the sex toys and decided to do a live sex show with a little Lolita. When I say sex show, I really mean torture sex show. I put electrodes on her clit and nipples and hooked up two sex machines so her ass and pussy both got assaulted. I forced a bottle of Jack Daniels down her throat to loosen her up and slapped a ball gag in her mouth so the neighbors wouldn’t be alarmed. I racked in several thousand dollars in a few hours. Turns out men love to see a hot teen slut convulsing and squirting and getting her holes shredded. Her fuck holes were gaping open so wide afterwards I could fist her. In fact, I did that too for a $500 bonus. I gave her some of my Xanax, cleaned her up and put her to bed. She was so drunk and high; pretty sure she would not remember why her fuck holes hurt the next day. My sister in law never found out and in fact wants the girl to stay with us all weekend. I’m gonna make bank of this little bitch. She is my new cash cow.
I am a taboo phone sex whore. That means I am submissive with no limits. Since I am a druggy slut too, I will do anything for drugs or for money to buy them. My dealer cuts me off frequently until I can cough up some cash. He says my pussy is too loose to satisfy him, so no more drugs for pussy; at least not a well used pussy. That is a whore problem. I do my Kegel exercises, but I am a fisting and gangbang whore. I am surprised my uterus has not fallen out yet. My husband cut me off, so I got creative. I am resourceful that’s for sure. There are always “model” jobs in the Back Pages. I answered one for lesbian porn. That sounded like cake walk compared to what I have done in the past. I should have known better. My luck never goes that way. It was lesbian torture porn. Two dominant women abused the fuck out of me and another “worthless cunt.” I just took the money and endured the pain. Women are actually crueler than men when it comes to torture. It began with me and this other desperate chick being tied up back to back of each other. The bitches in charge made us eat their assholes as they farted in our faces. They were enjoying our humiliation. I could taste shit. I don’t consider myself a shit eater, but that night I was one. She actually took a dump in my mouth and forced me to swallow it. While I was gagging to swallow her shit pie, her friend took a cattle prod to my asshole. I shit myself. Of course I had to clean up my mess like a good puppy. Our holes got violated with taser guns. No porn was being made either. We weren’t models. We were torture slaves for the enjoyment of a couple bitches in charge. I got my money to score some blow, but I won’t be shitting right for days.
Strangulation phone sex anyone? Sometimes it is the best way to shut a stupid whore up. I was drugged up Saturday night. My usual party ways. I ran out of coke, so I called my step son. He always has some extra. I was cash poor, but confident we could work out a trade. When he arrived, he had several friends with him. The moment I started to speak, his hands throttled my throat. He squeezed hard. In fact, he lifted me up in the air with his one hand and tossed me against the wall with super human strength. He was on PCP again. That shit I won’t mess with. He scares the shit out of me when he is on that stuff too. He beat me once, while jacked up on that stuff, within an inch of my life. I was in the hospital for a week. I was already regretting my call to him. As I laid curled up in a ball on the floor, his pals swarmed me like a pack of hungry wolves. They beat me with their cocks while kicking and punching me too. “Beg for your coke, whore,” my stepson screamed at me. When I started to plead for mercy, several hands went around my throat, cutting off my breathing. I could feel my windpipe crushing and blood started to well up in my lungs. I passed out only to be brutally awoke with fists up my ass and cocks rammed down my throat. This was too much for some coke. I told them to forget it, pleaded that they just leave, but that just made things worse. They throat squeezed me until vessels popped on my temple and my eyes turned blood red. Sprawled out on the floor, barely conscious, they came on me. Not before my step son kicked me in the face and tossed me a little bump. “Enjoy your coke you dirty whore,” was the last thing I heard before I passed out.
Torture sex is hot on the phone. The reality is very different, however. I do a lot of torture type phone sex calls. Men just love to abuse a druggy MILF. I think it is unresolved mommy issues. Apparently they like to do damage to women in real life too. I met this guy at a high end, supposedly classy bondage club. But, he was anything but classy. He was not into old fashioned bondage like the club portrayed it’s members. When I met him, I asked for another room immediately. Even his touch gave me chills and a pit in my belly. I knew he was dangerous. That didn’t sit well with him. He was asked to leave the club for creeping out the women. He stalked me after I left the club. Somehow he broke into my place and turned my home into a torture palace. He used my own S and M equipment against me. As I was tied up in the basement crying, he tormented me with a knife. He cut my nipples. He sliced my flesh around my breasts. The more I screamed, the more he cut. I tried to not cry and grimace, but he was rough. “You got a bad vibe from me at club, did you whore,” he seethed. “Well you ain’t seen nothing yet, whore,” he insisted as he sliced my left nipple off. I let out a deafening scream that alerted the neighbors I guess. Before long I heard the sirens. He looked at me as he inserted his blade inside my pussy and said, “Give the police anything about me bitch, and I will be back to ruin you permanently.” Is it wrong that I want to see him again? I have a love hate relationship with sadistic men.
