My callers love to hear me share my rape phone sex fantasies. All women have them, right? It is just not considered politically correct to admit you have rape fantasies. I told this one caller months ago that one of my rape fantasies was to be taken spending the day in the park. Coincidentally, I spent Saturday at the park by myself. Honestly, I was not thinking of being gang banged or anything like that. I was just hiking in a nearby national park. Getting high, while up high on the mountains. I was not paying attention to my surroundings as usual and before I realized I was in danger, several men rushed me. I almost fell backwards into the gorge. I was saved only to be tied up by mountain climbing rope and suspended to a tree. At first, they just taunted me calling me names like stupid whore. Then the torment escalated. They hit me with sticks and threw rocks at me like I was a piñata. I screamed for help, but none came. A rock hit me in the head. Blood started running down my face like I was in some horror movie. Talk about a wrong turn. I was in a secluded part of the park not marked by trails. I had no cell service. The men left me bleeding hanging from a tree.
A single hiker came by what felt like hours later. I was so excited to be rescued. He was not exactly the rescuing type. He saw an opportunity and he took it. He cut me down with a knife, left me tied up and force fucked me. My mouth, my ass and my pussy were all up for grabs with him. He never spoke once to me. Just grunted like a wild animal as he shoved his cock in my fuck holes. I was violated twice in the middle of God’s country. Finally, a park ranger rescued me, but because drugs were found in my system, no one believed my story. They thought I got high and fell down a hill. When I got back to my house, my caller I shared my day in the park rape fantasy with called me to see how I was healing up. I will never know which one he was.
Rape phone sex fantasies are a party girl’s best friend. I have been known to get wicked high and beg men to fuck my ass like a porn star. I have also pleaded with guys to gang bang me, even hurt me when I am partying. Being a drugged out party mom is dangerous. Especially, when you do not know who you are partying with. I thought I was safe at a frat party over the weekend. I was not some naive coed. I knew that cock teasing frat boys would get me in trouble. Trouble is what I wanted. All fucked up, I want to be a gangbang whore. I got more than I bargained for with those brothers. It started off as your typical whore gone wild scenario. I was doing lines of coke off of frat boy cock and chugging on bourbon. My drinks were roofied. Normally, I can handle my party supplies. I lost a big chunk of time. I woke up tied to the bed post in a frat boy’s room. The line of men was out the door, down the stairs and out onto the lawn. Guys were not fucking with their dicks, however. They were sodomizing my ass with their fists. Some geeky frat boy was filming my ass rape porn. For such young boys, they were quite misogynistic. College rings on, twisting their fists into my ass until it bled and prolapsed. After literally 100s of boys fisted my ass, many of them came on me, laughing while they blew their loads on my broken body. I was left tied to the bed over night. I passed out, woke up with party whore written on my body and cum matted all over me. I guess I need to be more careful who decide to party with.
Ass rape porn was last call for me Saturday night at this dive bar. I went in looking to score some coke. Biker bar. Pretty rough crowd, but the rumor is you can get whatever drug of choice you want there. I owe a ton of money to my dealer, so I needed to buy somewhere else this time. I walked in wearing a short mini skirt, high heels and a tight top with no bra. I was down to fuck for my coke. The moment I walked in, all eyes were on me like vultures in need of fresh meat. I saw no women at this biker bar. Redneck music was blaring on the juke box. I had second thoughts, but no way I could make a hasty exit without serious ramifications for me. I sat at the bar, ordered a beer. The bartender looked at me curiously and asked me point blank, “What are you looking to score missy?” I inquired if it was that obvious. He just chuckled and introduced me to Clyde who was not as friendly. He patted me down like he didn’t think I was there to score. He thought I was wearing a wire. He said I had to strip naked. I didn’t want to, but I didn’t have much of a choice. I was starting to jones pretty bad. One guy said my ass needed inspected to make sure I was not hiding a wire in my shit hole. Clyde shoved a beer bottle up my ass to check it out. Another guy yelled for him to check my cunt too. Another bottle was shoved up my pussy. He double penetrated me with two dirty beer bottles while the rest of the bar jacked their cocks on me. Once they deemed I was not hiding a wire, I was gang banged on the bar. Tied down and force fucked in the ass by cocks and various bottles. Hours went by. I was sodomized relentlessly. My ass was prolapsed and bleeding. Whore was carved in my ass with a pocket knife. Eventually it was last call. I thought that meant for alcohol. It just meant one last call to force fuck the MILF in a biker bar looking to score blow.
Rape phone sex fantasies are a submissive whore’s bread and butter. I hook up with men all the time who want to role play a rape fantasy. I am the perfect MILF for such dark fantasies. I never fight unless that turns my partner on more. I never say something is too dark. Plus, you get me high, I may go places you couldn’t even dream up. Jon was a young guy I met at a fetish club a few weeks ago. He had a lot of anger towards his mother for rebuffing his advances for years. His fantasy was to force fuck mommy in a degrading way. He liked the idea of a stranger rape fantasy. He wanted mommy to never see it coming. At first, I thought he wanted me to pretend to be mommy so he could force fuck me by surprise. Actually, he wanted me to be his accomplice. He wanted my assistance in getting his mother assaulted. I rarely get the chance to be an accomplice, so I jump at it every chance I get. My role was simple. Become friends with his mother and lure her out one night. I started taking yoga with her, and after a couple weeks we decided to go out on the town. I just didn’t realize I was not the only accomplice. A hot young stud was buying us drinks all night, but the last drink was laced with something that knocked us both out. We woke up in some bleak room, bound, naked and gagged. Men with masks entered the room. They did unspeakable things to our bodies. I was not sure if this was part of his fantasy or if I had gotten mixed up with different predators. No one sounded familiar. They pissed in our faces. Slapped us bloody. Sodomized us with broken beer bottles. Burned us with cigars. Shot us up with heroin so we didn’t realize what was really being done to us until it was too late. Forced us to eat shit. Carved whore on our foreheads. We woke up, I am not sure how much later, with broken bones and gaping cuts, cum leaking out of our asses and cunts. She called her son for help. When he arrived, I had no clue who he was. He was clearly not the man I met in the club. I apparently helped some random man force fuck and torture her and myself.
When a girl is getting fucked, she rarely if ever thinks this is going to be snuff sex. I hooked up with two dudes the other night to score some drugs. Pussy and ass usually gets me whatever I want for a price. If you are trading your body for drugs, vanilla sex is not going to cut it. I know that. That is why my ass is so stretched out. That is why my pussy looks like a cavern. I have been fucked by fists, multiple guys, huge cocks and a wide variety of items not designed to go into tiny fuck holes. I was high as a kite on some real good blow. I had a cock in each hole; just any day of the night for a druggy MILF like me. I don’t know if it was the drugs they were doing or just their sadistic nature, but things changed. A ball gag was slapped in my mouth, hands went around my throat, and a cock was up my puss when one of the dudes inserted a really big and very wide glass object up my ass. Whatever the fuck it was, it was wide. Way wider than my well used asshole. It was thicker than the bottom of a wine bottle and over 2 feet long. I couldn’t talk, just scream, whimper and cry. I tried to do another line, but I was not allowed. “You need to feel this whore,” one of them seethed. I felt like a pig on a spit roast. The cold glass torture device pierced my ass. Blood squirted out of my butt. The pain was so bad, I blacked out. They thrashed me about like a puppet on a stick. The laughed as I puked. They pissed on my body as I bled down the glass fuck stick. I kept blacking out. The last thing I remember before waking up naked and bloody in a garbage dumpster with maggots and rats on my body, was being told I was a worthless stupid cunt as I was choked to unconsciousness. They left me for dead. Not the first time. Not the last time, but my 9 lives are running out.
When you are a taboo phone sex whore, men love to degrade you. Fuck, you love to degrade yourself. I was at a bar Friday night. I got really fucked up on coke and booze. Closing time came around and I wanted to give the guys in the bar a kinky show. I wanted them to understand what a worthless piece of shit cunt I am. I did a sexy little striptease as they pulled out their cocks to stroke at the whore on the bar. I was doing lines off the bar. I shoved my own fist up my ass like it was a sex toy. I was all contorted, but my fist was in my own ass, on a bar in front of a bunch of strangers watching in awe and disgust. Guys started lining up to fist me. At least 30 men rammed their fist up my ass. By the time it was over, my ass had prolapsed. It looked like a rosebud. Guys were taking pictures. A few even said I should star in an ass rape porn.
That is when things turned ugly. I mean ugly. They started grabbing objects laying around the bar for torture sex on my fuck holes. Beer bottles, wine glasses, darts, pool sticks, pool balls, even a fucking ashtray got crammed in my backside. I was in tears. The coke effect ran off, so I was feeling every bit of the pain. My ass was gaped open. My tears just made them torture me harder. One guy pulled me off the bar, shoved a wine bottle inside my ass with the big part in first. He walked me around the bar like a dog holding on to the neck of the bottle while the rest of the guys pissed and came on my face. It was so degrading. But then, I am a stupid whore.
Bondage phone sex is fun with the right master. I, however, do not have the right one. My eldest son from my first marriage hates that I am fucking his half brothers. He thinks my whore pussy only belongs to him. He wants access to it 24/7. He texted me last week to come to his office and blow his cock like a good mommy, but I ignored him because I was enjoying fucking my youngest sons. My punishment was severe. He came over later that night and sodomized me with a whiskey bottle in from of his half siblings. Then he tied me to a wooden cross for some torture. He punched my stomach, slapped my face and bound my tits. “Whose whore are you mommy,” he seethed as his fist penetrated my cunt. He wanted me to say his and only his, but I couldn’t. I love his brothers. They are the only men in my life who don’t hurt me. I am a goddess to them. The longer I refused to say what he wanted to hear, the angrier, more violent he became. My first born is a misogynistic prick just like his daddy. I was still refusing to give him what he wanted, so he pissed in a cup and forced my mouth open. He threatened to make me swallow a pitcher of his urine if I didn’t give him what he wanted. I have drank piss before. Tons of it. He should know that is not a breaking point for me. Neither is sodomizing me or smacking me around. Been there, done that. When I was not complying, he threatened his brothers. Now he had me at a breaking point. Sodomizing his brothers, even snuffing them out would make me do anything. He knew it too. He whipped his cock out, smacked their little faces with his hard dick then I said it. “I’m your whore only your whore.” I didn’t mean it. I know the next time I blow him off for boy dick he may just kill me.
Rape phone sex fantasies are a great way to get your anger out for that bitch that wrecked you. Every man has a woman or two that made his life hell or cock teased him to death. Mommy? Sister? Boss? Wife? Daughter? Girl next door? Ex girlfriend? Best friend’s mom or wife? School girl crush? I think I embody all the women that did a man wrong because guys sure do like abusing the fuck out of me. I have been force fucked by daddy, my oldest son, my first husband, my boss, daddy’s friends, random strangers, my drug dealer…. Just the other day, my best friend’s husband stopped by to pick up something I had for his wife. He arrived an hour early, so I was not properly dressed for male company. He said I was asking for trouble wearing what I had on. I could wear a potato sack and some guy would think I was asking for trouble. I was not prepared for his actions. He put his hands around my throat. He actually lifted me off the ground like that. My legs thrashing about beneath me as he choked me. He pinned me against the wall like a bug. I just had on a flimsy little nightgown as I had not yet dressed for company. He ripped my nightgown off, yanked my panties off and shoved his fingers up my cunt. Four fingers at once. He quickly added the fifth so he was fisting me while pinned by the throat against the wall. He always seemed so mild mannered, even submissive. Not now. He made my pussy bleed with his fist. He tossed me on the ground, pulled out his dick and fucked my ass. He didn’t think that was enough pain so he put his own fist along with his dick in my ass. Forced fucked me that way for what seemed like forever. When he came in my ass, it was gaping open so much he pissed in it too. Smacked my face and threatened me if I told a soul. Of course I won’t tell anyone. No one ever believes a submissive whore like me. I’m always asking for ass rape porn.
You called me this morning. Told me to be ready for your arrival. We were going to make a little ass rape porn. I’m a good whore. I do as I am told because I am a submissive slut. What you failed to mention was that you were bringing friends. Friends on 4 legs, not 2. I tried to tell you that I was not down with fucking man’s best friend, but you were not having any of my back talk. You slapped me so hard that I fell backwards. You put a knife to my throat to convince me I needed to do what I was told. One of your friends had a camera to record my ultimate degradation. You explained to me that lots of men pay good money to down load extreme rape porn. You and your buddies primed my ass with some hardcore anal fucking. Filled me cum, then told me to make you some money. You smeared peanut butter all over my ass and pussy before the gate opened. I could hear them charging me from behind. I closed my eyes and tried to escape my body. I felt the beasts licking me. Pushing their slimy tongues into my fuck holes to get all that peanut butter out. One whistle from you and they mounted me like animals. Slimy pronged red rockets hooked into my pussy and ass. I knew if I moved they would pull my insides out then you might snuff me out for ruining your little twisted movie. I was stuck being gang banged by 4 legged beasts. I could hear you snickering, calling me names, telling your friends what a worthless whore I was for evening doing this film. I didn’t think I had a choice. Death or this. That’s no choice. I hope you profit well off of my shame.
Ass rape porn makes me a GFE type. Not the GFE you think. I offer men the girlfriend fisting experience. When I first started making underground films to support my drug habit, it was just gang bang shit. Very vanilla. Maybe not vanilla for most women, but certainly for a dirty strung out incest whore like me. I was high as fuck one time while this guy was ramming his cock in my shitter. I couldn’t really feel it, so I mocked him. Told him my fist would feel better than his dick up my ass. He punched me in the gut, then said, “prove it bitch.” I think I shocked him and his friends as I reached my hand around and worked my own fist in my tight little asshole. I know it pissed him off. He slapped a collar around my neck so he could choke me. He ordered his friends to man up so they could fist my ass too. First, they took turns skull fucking me because I was a mouthy whore who needed reminded of her place. I had to fist my own ass while chugging down sperm. When they took turns fisting my ass, I knew I was going to offer men the girlfriend fisting experience for the rest of my life. I love being fisted. Reminds me what a fucking whore I am. What a nasty freak I have become. I love having a gaping asshole. Gaping so wide you can see China. Just the other night, I got fisted so hard my asshole prolapsed. Have you ever seen a prolapsed ass? It looks like a deformed rose bud. The guys who were fucking me tied it up and dragged me around like a dog on a leash. Talk about freak on a leash. A fisting whore freak on a leash was more like it. I’m ready to bend over now and fist my own ass for you.
