Rape phone sex fantasies can occur anywhere at any time. I went into an adult video store this morning looking for some family porn to watch with my brats tonight. There was a group of truckers there waiting for some glory hole action. They thought I was a hooker who had come to work a booth or the glory holes. They were not happy that I scoffed their advances. One grabbed me by the throat, slammed me against and wall and said, “If I say you are a whore, you are a whore.” Another one pushed me down on my knees while he pulled his cock out. His buddies followed suit. I was skull fucked in the middle of the store, but no one intervened to help me. They just watched and laughed.
Forcing their cocks down my throat wasn’t enough amusement for them, however. They ripped my clothes off, tossed me on the dirty floor and forced their cocks into me too. They crammed their dicks in every hole. I pleaded and begged for them to stop, which just encouraged them further. Hands went around my throat strangling me, choking me while they made ass rape porn with my backdoor. Not just cocks assaulted me. I got fisted too, sometimes three at a time. Three forearms crammed up my ass at once leaves a hole so big your head would fit inside my cavern of an ass. They sodomized me for hours. Still no one did a thing. I don’t know if they thought this was some sort of live sex act in a adult bookstore, or they just didn’t care that a submissive whore was being treated like a piece of shit.
I survived, barely. I left the store covered in cum. Both my pussy and ass stretched beyond recognition. I was a little black and blue too. My dignity on the floor of that dirty bookstore. I came home to my boys watching it on their iPads. My little gangbang rape porn went viral.
Snuff sex by cock is a sexy thought. In reality, getting fucked to death is not as hot as it seems. Trust me. I know from experience. I answered an ad for a an underground porn. I have done hundreds of similar movies for quick easy money. Well, quick money. Nothing easy about any of the films I have made. This one seemed different, however. “Most be willing to be fucked to death,” I thought was a euphemism. You know, like death by chocolate. No one really dies like that. It is just a fun way to go in theory. When I arrived at the director’s home, I saw over 100 naked men waiting for me. Before I even got undressed, they were attacking me. The moment I walked into the house, I was pounced on like the director yelled “action.” My clothes were ripped off my body. Cocks forced in my mouth, ass and cunt many at a time. I was gagging, struggling to breathe, but no one cared. I was a hired whore in their eye. Hands quickly went around my neck, choking the life out of me. I blacked out from the lack of oxygen. Woke up still being fucked. I was slapped fully awake, just to be suffocated by cock. Numerous guys shoved their dicks down my throat while another pinched my nose so I could not breath. My throat filled up with piss and cum as I struggled for air. I was flailing about, trying to fight, but I blacked out. Woke up choking on cum like a passed out coed who consumed too much alcohol. I was tortured like this for hours. I would black out to be revived to be forced into unconsciousness again. I woke up the last time naked in a dumpster, apparently left for dead. I guess you can be fucked to death.
I thought I had a hot date. I signed up for Tinder. Arranged to meet this handsome young stud at his place. I got ambushed. It was not a hook up but a gangbang rape porn. All the boys were half my age. There were cameras and S and M equipment everywhere. This was not going to go well for me. I tried to act like I was down for a gang bang. The more the merrier I told them. But they didn’t want a willing participant. They wanted a victim. I was told they would kill me in a heartbeat if I didn’t do everything they wanted. I am no novice to force fucking, but this had stranger danger written all over it. I had no idea who these guys were. I told no one where I was going. And Tinder is an app so all the details of my rendezvous were on my phone which was with me. They saw the panic in my eyes. “That’s more like it whore,” one of them said to me. Just as he said it, he strangled me with his bare hands till I passed out. I woke up with my hands and feet bound and a shock collar around my neck. I started to fight but was subdued like a unruly dog with a major electric shock through my body. I pissed myself, which prompted them to piss on me. One of them pissed right into my eyes. Felt like battery acid had been tossed in my face. They started forcing their cocks in my ass and cunt. Shocking me for shits and giggles as they sodomized me. I lost count of the number of times a cock came inside me, but after what felt like the 100th load, my ass got fisted. One guy was filming my degradation. He taunted me about how much money they would make off of a whore’s humiliation. When they were done with me, they tossed me naked, covered in cum and piss in an alley dumpster with the trash. No clothes, no cell. I was forced to climb out of the gutter and seek help in getting home. Now I can’t decided if I want to stay on Tinder.
Torture sex is what a stupid whore gets when she fucks up. I borrowed my eldest son’s car while mine was in the shop. I had a little fender bender that honestly was not my fault. My son, however, did not see it that way. He punched me so hard in the gut when I told him that I puked. He shoved my face in my own vomit, forcing me to lick it up. This was followed with a ball gag shoved in my mouth and being attached to a bar to restrain my arms. He didn’t want me being able to get away when he sodomized my ass with a cattle prod. For having a minor car accident that was not my fault, he saw it fitting punishment to torture my ass with electric shock. I could smell my ass burning. I attempted to reason with him, but that just pissed him off. The cattle prod went up my cunt then. He was clearly in one of his tweaked out moods which never goes well for me. I tried not to cry or utter a word as he tortured my cunt and ass. He decided torture was not enough. He had to degrade me too. He spit in my face. Shit on my stomach and pissed down my throat. When he was done with me, he looked me in the eyes and said, “I don’t give a fuck about the car. I just enjoy abusing my mommy whore.”
Ass rape porn is my favorite kind of porn. I am an anal sex whore. A submissive one at that. Every time there is a casting call for an anal film, I always audition. Any money I make off these amateur underground films goes to my nose candy addiction. The latest one was more than I bargained for; likely not worth the ounce of coke I scored from the pay. When I arrived I saw women in dominatrix outfits. I prayed this was not an all female production. My experience has always been that women know how to fuck a bitch up. Guys ultimately want to get off, but women just want to fuck up a bitch, maybe even ruin her. When I saw the toys they were planning on assaulting my ass with, I knew I was in trouble. It was an array of creepy shit and just plain out weird. One dildo was shaped like a big piece of shit. Turned out it was a piece of shit that my sick film stars created just for a piece of shit whore like me. It was cow shit that was molded into plaster and left to harden for a few days. Most disgusting thing I have ever had inserted inside me. The smell was awful. The feel of it was gross and so rough it shredded the inside of my asshole. I could feel my anus tearing. The risk of infection was high as little pieces of harden cow dung broke off in my ass. My film stars laughed as they sodomized me with a big ass piece of shit. They wanted clearly to torture my ass. That they did. I left the studio with a raw swollen ass. It was bleeding. I reeked of shit. A mixture of my own and cow crap. Not sure I have ever been so degraded for $100. No way my high was going to last long enough to get the stench of that encounter out of my head.
Snuff porn for Valentine’s Day sound like fun to you? Not to me, but I knew my oldest son had nothing romantic in mind when he told me to slip on a pretty pink outfit and be waiting for him. He saw the fear in my eyes when he came over. He can smell fear on me. Nothing turns him on more than seeing his mommy scared. He has my ex husband’s mean streak. Thankfully, my two youngest boys from husband number two are the opposite of him in every way. My first born is unstable. I would not be surprised if he has killed in the past, so every time he wants to see me, yes I get scared. I do what I am told with him not out of love or even my submissive nature, but pure fear. I put on this pink latex outfit he loves so much. I hate it. My nipples are exposed for him to torture and it fits so tight my circulation gets cut off. He arrived but sans any sign of romantic gestures like flowers or candy. He smacked me hard across the face and called me a whore. Forced me on my knees so he could skull fuck me, then pissed in my eyes and acted like it was champagne. His urine burned my eyes making me squint to see anything the rest of the time. I knew not to cry, however. That always gets me burned with cigars. He pulled my red mane, dragging me to the bedroom where he fisted my ass to prep it for his cock. He loves to make his own ass rape porn with me. I guess I was not faking excitement well enough for my Ted Bundy offspring, so he punched me in the face. Broke my nose. When the blood cascaded down my face, he called me his little bloody valentine. He punched me in the gut a few times, kicked me, spit on me, pissed on me one more time, then said, “Happy Valentine’s Day, whore,” and left. Seeing how our last encounter resulted in a spiral fracture, I fared better this time.
Domination phone sex fantasies take on lots of forms with a submissive MILF. My son pimps me out for some of the weirdest situations. He runs with a rough crowd. He gets his drugs from this dyke that is into older women, so she is always willing to settle a debt if he offers up his hot mommy. Personally, I hate her. One time, she chained me up and shoved everything but the kitchen sink up my ass. Another time, she passed me around like candy to her girl friends who took turns fisting me. I would much rather have a male master than a female one any day. Women are particularly mean to other women.
I showed up at the address I was provided by my son. I had no idea what I was walking into. With Kendra, it could have been anything. What I thought was an abandoned house, was an old school awaiting demolition. I get to what was the old gymnasium and see several other girls. All appeared to be submissive like me, curious about their fate too. Kendra came out with several men. I assumed this was going to be a gangbang of some sorts. I couldn’t have been more wrong. I was part of a girl fight ring. A fight club for chicks who have to kill or be killed. The men took bets and watched.
I was paired up with this skinny Asian girl. I thought for sure I could take the China doll, but this bitch was scrappy. She pulled my hair; gauged my eyes; scratched my skin; bit my flesh; fucked me with a spiked strap on; even titty twisted me to catch me off balance. I looked at the male crowd, and it was obvious I was not the favorite to survive. Did my son know what he had traded me for? I tried to get the upper hand, but the geisha girl pinned my arms around back into a spiral fracture. I heard the bones crack and as I let put a shrill cry of pain. As she had her fingers hooked in my cunt, ready to bite a chunk out of my jugular, a gunshot was heard and everyone scattered. Whoever shot off that gun saved my life. Or did they just want me for themselves?
Snuff porn of women is so popular. I just don’t get it. I told my drug dealer I thought men who wanted to snuff out and hurt women were misogynistic assholes with tiny dicks. He punched me in the face. I lost consciousness, because the next thing I knew, I was in a dog collar with a leash being sold to the highest bidder. He decided I needed taught some manners. He thought I should be re-schooled in the proper way a woman talks to a man. “You need to learn your place, whore,” he informed me as he sold me for $2,000 to some stranger. I thought I was being punked until some dude put a leash on my collar and dragged me to his car. He put me in the trunk like luggage. Drove for what seemed like forever over bumpy terrain. He yanked me from the trunk, dragged me across a dirt road to a little shack in the middle of nowhere. I still half ass thought I was being punked. Then the guy that bought me passed me on to a gang of men for more money. I was tossed in the basement, put in a cage and when the lights came on I saw about two dozen more women caged like scared animals just like me. What do you think my fate will be?
Ass rape porn during a winter storm was on my agenda today. Or I should say it was on my son’s agenda. He had a few friends over because of the snow day not realizing it was going to snow as much as it did. I was fine being snowed in because I had my own private stash of white snow to pass the time. My son and his friends got cabin fever as soon as the power went out and they could not play their video games anymore. They burst into my room half naked, hard cocks in their hands and I knew what was in store for me. I was going to get gangbanged, double penetrated and force fucked. At least until the power came back on. My son saw my bowl of nose candy; pretty much pilfered it, then pilfered my ass. I don’t mind a good ass fucking, but when my son and his friends get high, they get merciless. Just anally assaulting me with their dicks was not enough. I got fists up my fuck holes, beer bottles and the biggest glass dildo known to man. Where the fuck it came from, I had no idea; but it hurt like a bitch. I needed more candy, but they snorted it all. My son wanted me to feel every inch of that cold glass in my ass. I prayed for the snow to stop and the power to return so I could just go back to partying with myself, but this was the big black cock of snowstorms: 16 inches in one setting. The power was out for hours. My ass took a beating from three horny boys When the power came back on however, they didn’t lose interest in my ass. They just gained interest in my pussy.
Medical fetish phone sex takes on all kinds of forms I discovered. Honestly, I thought it was just castration or other kinds of male sexual torture. I had never done such a call before, until a sick perverted doctor wanted to play doctor with this dirty mommy. I showed up for my yearly gynecological exam not suspecting what was in store for me. I was in the stirrups waiting to have my pussy checked out by the professional, when I heard voices. Another man was in the room. My doctor assured me it was just his PA, but as I turned to look, my ankles were restrained to the stirrups and a spiked specula was inserted in my pussy. It hurt like hell as he widened it. I could feel my pussy bleeding as the spikes dug into my vaginal wall. I let out a scream, as the PA strapped my head down and shoved his cock in my mouth to silence me. I peed in fear all over Dr. Demento between my legs. I was restrained on a medical table for hours while two supposed medical professionals did torturous experiments on my female parts. My labia lips were sliced. My clit was burned and over stimulated to the point of excruciating pain. My vaginal wall scraped with no pain medication like a backyard abortion. I was told I was a dirty whore who plays with her sons. Incest is a sin that deserved the ultimate punishment. Yes, I am a dirty mommy, but I don’t hurt my sons. They love playing with me. I pleaded for forgiveness, but was only given more pain. I was fucked and sodomized with a cattle prod until I could smell my burning flesh. I later learned that I was sterilized so that I would never give birth again. If two medical doctors could hurt me so badly, I wonder what you could do to me? Whatever your taboo phone sex fantasy is, I bet I am the perfect victim for your depraved desires.
