Domination phone sex is what I crave. I need a strong man for some slave training. I got more than I bargained for with Master Teddy. I answered an ad for a fetish model. Although, I am not super model pretty, I am no stranger to bondage modeling. The add called for a woman willing to be subjugated for a series of photos. I have done it before with no pay, so why not for fun money, right? When I arrived at the address that was texted to me, the set looked authentic. Turns out it looked authentic, because it was a real life dungeon. I was trapped. If I got out, it would not be because they let me go. It would be because I escaped, which I did. I think they underestimated this coke whore. I was collared, chained and thrown in a pen with other women. Food and water was on the floor in dishes with our names on it. We were being treated like dogs. It was a human dog fighting ring. We were the bait dogs. I watched a round in fear. I watched a waif of a girl be thrown into the bull pen with the hounds from hell. Within minutes there was nothing left of her but blood and a pile of bodily tissue and crushed bones. My head was held up so I was forced to see the carnage. I had been stripped down into my bra and panties, but no one searched me. I have a pierced clit with a long needle through my labia. When no one was looking, I yanked it out. When I was being walked to the bull pen, I stabbed the eye of the cunt leading me to my death. I ran like a bat out of hell. I escaped through a small basement window. I ran to the cops, but no one believed a strung out whore like me. They thought I was on an acid trip.
Ass rape porn is never what I want, but it is always what I get. Troy said I owed him money. I didn’t even remember this guy. Supposedly, we fucked months ago. I used him for drugs. I use every man for drugs. That is my reputation. Not like he didn’t get anything out of it, right? I felt no allegiance to him. He got pussy; I got coke. It is called a trade. Women don’t fuck for free. I don’t even fuck my husband without expecting something in return. He didn’t like my answer. He smacked my face so hard, my lip bled. I tried to run away, but he grabbed me by the hair and tossed me on the floor. His dick was out. He intended on collecting his money one way or another. He kicked me until I begged for mercy and promised to be a good slut for him. He even kicked me in the head. He pissed on me while laughing. He informed me that his fee went up because I was being a twat. I was contorted like a beach ball. My yoga pants tore at the seam from the position. He split them even further, then just ripped them off me. All he needed was room for his cock and access to my asshole. He pounded me like he was a hammer and I was a nail. He got in so deep. In that position, he could pin my arms back too so that if I fought or moved away he could snap my arms. Over an hour in that position was more torture sex than anal sex. I was bleeding, in pain with a prolapsed anus by the time he was done. He spat in my face and said sarcastically, “Next time pay up bitch.” Another lesson learned the hard way.
If you have murder phone sex fantasies, you are not alone. Most men harbor them; usually for a woman. My stepson has them for me. Since he was a wee boy, he has hated me because I was his father’s whore. But daddy married the whore and left the Madonna, my step son’s mother. Now, he is all grown up and his hatred is fueled by drugs and years of plotting revenge. He got in my face the other day and let off some steam. I called him a pussy who couldn’t get over the past. I didn’t realize he was high on meth. He flew into a rage, claiming he had fantasized about killing me for two decades. I told him he couldn’t kill me because pussies don’t act, they just whine and bitch. He snapped. He smacked me across the room. I tried to run, but he lunged at me, grabbed my leg and pulled me back towards him. He ripped off my clothes and set them on fire, while he tied me up. “Who is a pussy now, bitch,” he seethed. He pulled his cock out. I knew what was next. First, he pissed all over my face while laughing at me; then he fucked me. My cunt and my ass got fucked like a man with pent up rage would fuck: savagely. I was bleeding and crying. I couldn’t make him listen to me. I didn’t think he had this in him. Years of nothing but passive aggressive comments and now, I felt like he might very well kill me. He kicked me in the gut repeatedly like he was channeling A Clockwork Orange. I thought he was done, when he fell backwards on to the couch. Then he picked up the light, tightened the cord and wrapped it around my neck. Everything went dark.
If you enjoy gangbang rape porn, I have a story for you. I was at this guy’s house last weekend to score some party favors. Not my usual dealer, but I heard from a friend he would fuck a woman in exchange for dope. I was cash poor, but pussy rich. Not like I have not fucked for drugs before. It’s just sex? Means nothing. My dope, however, means everything. It is how I function. I get there and he is not alone. There are like 50 Mexican dudes there. I don’t know if it was a house party or just his posse. They all looked me up and down like I was fresh meat. I could understand a few words like punta and gringa. They wanted to fuck me. I was in way over my head. I was planning on fucking one sleazy guy for some coke, not an army of men. I had no say in the matter. They grabbed me, ripped my clothes off and slammed me down on the floor. Big brown hairy cocks chocked me until I puked. They didn’t care. They just saw my fuck holes open for business. Strong hands pinned me face down in my own vomit while I got sodomized, fucked and fisted. Other men were circle jerking around me, dousing me in cum. I was violated like a street corner hooker. I could feel my cunt and ass bleeding. I could feel the life being choked out of me slowly and cruelly. I was in pain. I couldn’t speak from all the cocks rammed down my throat. They were laughing as I gagged and gasped for air. Finally, they stopped. No idea why. I guess I had drained them all. I was a ball of sweat, blood, cum and puke. When I tried to slither to the door, a foot stomped me on my back. “We aren’t done with you yet gringa,” one of them laughed.
What are your rape phone sex fantasies? Men are not the only ones that harbor such dark desires. In fact, women love to be force fucked. I want a man to take what is his. I want a man to treat me like a whore. I am a whore. I fuck young boys. I do drugs. I let men degrade and use me. Telling them to force fuck me is mild. I was in a bold mood last night. I told the guys dealing me drugs they weren’t man enough to assault a fly. That didn’t go over well. One guy punched me in the mouth while his friend ripped my panties off and shoved them down my throat. I underestimated those punks. They were high school or college boys. Petty dope dealers on the corner. I was in a different town without my usual connections. They didn’t want to fuck a used up old MILF in exchange for some blow. I thought all young boys liked older women. “We like clean MILFs, not skanks,” one laughed at the suggestion that my diseased old twat was worth even a bump. That’s when I got mouthy. They beat me black and blue before they made me their gangbang rape porn star. I blacked out a few times from blows to the head. I woke up this morning in an alley when a homeless man was pissing on me. I was banged up good. I guess I should learn not to taunt the masculinity of men, but I am a glutton for punishment.
Ass Rape Porn Sunday? Apparently, it is for me. I came over to score some coke last night. I walked into a stranger’s house asking to score. I broke the rules for drug buying, but I was desperate and I knew he was a dealer. I just didn’t know he was in the process of killing someone when I barged in. I saw the blood splatter on the wall. A bloody bat on the kitchen floor was the obvious weapon. I saw no body. I acted like I had the wrong house, but one of his goons grabbed me and slammed me into the wall. I woke up chained to the bed. I called out for help, but the goon that slammed against the wall last night was the only one that answered my cries. His dick was out. He was not going to help me. He was there to torture my fuck holes. He started by force fucking my asshole. He had a very thick dick. I felt my asshole gaping. He pissed up inside me and laughed. After he came, he snorted some coke but refused to share. He wanted me alert when he rammed the bloody bat up my asshole. I never knew who they killed, but likely his brain matter was now up my ass. He was relentless in his thrusts. I could feel the blood pouring out my severed sphincter. I was laying there in a pool of blood, on the floor, when I realized not all the blood was mine. I was looking at a dead guy under the bed missing the back of his head. I begged to be put down. I couldn’t take the torture sex anymore. They weren’t going to let me escape. I knew and saw too much. He refused to kill me. I was their torture doll. I will be around as long as my body can handle it.
Snuff sex was not what I signed up for when I answered an ad on Craig’s List for an underground porn movie. The ad called for a red headed MILF for a gang bang film. The producers wanted an amateur and someone who could take a good ass fucking. That ad was written for me. I did a few lines of coke and showed up at this creepy as fuck abandoned warehouse that was being used for the set. I met the crew. It looked so legitimate, but I am a stupid, drugged out slut. My reality is skewed. They gave me some pills to relax me. I was pretty relaxed, well, I wasn’t feeling any pain from the coke. When the pills kicked in, I felt no pain. That did not last long however. The crew wasn’t a crew. They were sadistic fucks who wanted to make a real life snuff porn. They wanted to kill a bitch. That bitch was me. As I was getting fucked in the ass, I was getting beaten and strangled too. Cocks were replaced in my ass with broken wine bottles. I was being savagely stabbed and cut as they fucked me. I was screaming for help, but I knew it was futile. I started gagging on blood. They cut up my “pretty face” saying a “a whore isn’t pretty.” They were on acid or something because they were going Charles Manson on me. At one point, I just laid there, lost in the pain. Praying for a quick death. The torture was the most I have endured ever. There was no more ever for me. I started feeling cold. Light turned dark before my eyes. They’re voices became faint. I felt a cut across my throat and then I saw a light. I laid their bleeding out, dying, while they laughed and came. Would you enjoy yourself as you killed me. I hope so.
Taboo phone sex is all I have because it is all I want. I have a black dealer named Marcus. I fuck for my coke. Normally it isn’t rough sex. Well, not rough by my standards. I can handle his tree trunk in my ass. Today, however, he was different. Meaner than a junk yard dog. He was high on something other than coke and he brought a small army of black men with him. They looked like violent offenders. Turns out they were. A posse of black men just released from prison who Marcus owed a favor. I was the favor. They wanted me for their first ass rape porn out of prison. I swallowed hard, knowing this was going to be anything but pleasant for me. I tried to run, but one of them grabbed my arm and twisted it behind my back. One move and I would have a spiral fracture. I sucked it up. Muscle bound niggers who had not been laid in a decade, well laid by a woman, would kill me if I fought. They just about killed me not fighting. They ravaged my ass hole with their tree trunk thick cocks. They choked me as they fucked me. When they couldn’t cum any more, they sodomized me with household objects not meant for the ass and fisted me until I bled. I passed out several times, but they just slapped me back awake to force fuck me some more. I was going to need the coke Marcus gave me to ease the pain of my battered and bruised body. I couldn’t move when they left. I was so sore. My asshole prolapsed. I had bruises around my neck from their hands. In fact, my eyes were blood shot too from the strangulation. There is rough sex, then there is fucking guys straight out of prison.
Rape phone sex fantasies are fulfilled with me. I enjoy all sorts of rape fantasies. The one today was hot as fuck. Mommy was asleep in her bed. Naked because the air conditioner was broke. My son had a sleep over, so a few extra young boys were in the house. All four boys came into my bedroom around 3 in the morning. They had stiff dicks. They accused me of cock teasing them. I scolded them for being dirty boys. I told them to go back to bed or I would call their fathers. One boy taunted me. “My daddy told me you were a dirty whore and I had every right to fuck you.” For some reason, I didn’t doubt his claim. I know his dad. What happened next was a gangbang rape porn. My son was a willing accomplice in the attack on his mommy. They pinned me to my bed. My son tied me up with my own stockings. The boys took turns fucking my cunt while I pleaded with them to stop. They called me awful names. They just used my pussy and ass as a cum receptacle. They pissed in my mouth, even smacked my tits around. They were little demon boys taking their sick pleasures out on me. They left me tied up oozing with cum until the morning. I loved every minute of it too.
Bondage phone sex can be vanilla or extreme. With me, it’s always the later. I am well beyond handcuffs and blindfolds. I did a bondage fetish photo shoot for some fast cash earlier in the week. I was strung out as usual. I needed money for coke, and this is how I was going to get it. The guys knew I was desperate. They took advantage of my neediness for a fix. They dangled a bag of coke in my face like a carrot making me jump through hoops to get a fix. First it was suck cock. No big deal. I chug cock for breakfast. Then it was get fucked in the ass. Again, no big deal. I am an underground ass rape porn star. Then it was get fucked by a hairy beast. I have done my share of 4 legged critters. Every task I did, they upped the ante. I was tied up in a ball of sweat and cum, still allowing them to degrade me, when the shit hit the fan. Literally. They were fucked up on crack. They thought it would be fun to all take a colossal dump on the floor and fuck me in a big pile of steaming shit. I had no choice if I wanted the coke. I had no choice period. I was bound. I did more than fuck in shit. I had to eat it all too. I ingested so much human feces, I was puking shit out of my nose. I was sick for days. But, it was all work it to get a fix.
