He said I outta be in snuff movies. I did not even know him. He was just some random creeper trolling my social media. He got a bug up his ass about me and the next thing I knew, I was being harassed 24 /7. I had myself a cyber bully. I did not think much about it. Figured it was some tiny dicked troll who could only dream of a woman as hot as me. Last night, however, I came face to face with my troll. He was someone from my past. A failed Tinder date with a tiny dick. There was no way I was fucking this loser or letting him force himself on me. Yes, he was bigger and stronger than me, but I am prepared for trolls. My life as a whore as taught me a few tricks. I had a taser in my purse. I grabbed it while he was on top of me and put it too his balls. While he was down, I administered some torture sex to his cock and balls. I am submissive to real men only. Not trolls who hide behind a computer with tiny dicks. He was pissing himself. While I was electrocuting his worthless nut sack, I shoved the baton I keep for safety in his ass. You should have seen the expression on his face when I shoved it so far up his ass it looked like it might come out his mouth. Pathetic pig. I stood up, dusted myself off and trampled his cock and balls with my high heels. I crushed a testicle. I impaled his cock. I put a hole straight through that tiny dick. This was some serious cock and ball torture. It was well-deserved too. I mean what a pathetic loser. He will never try to explore his rape phone sex fantasies again. Hell, he may never get an erection again. Losers beware, I do not mess around with tiny dicks.
He told me I had an ass for porn. I laughed because he did not know the half of it. I have been an ass rape porn star all my life. Even before I was the legal age to be doing porn, I was being sodomized. My father and his drunk friends popped my ass cherry. Popped all my cherries. If it was not for my daddy, I might be some boring woman instead of a twisted anal slut. I love anal sex, the rougher the better. This underground filmmaker wanted to make a movie with me after he saw me walking in front of him showing off my ass. I looked him up to make sure he was legit, and he was an adult filmmaker. Most of his stuff was hardcore gangbang rape porn. I watched a few of his movies before I texted him that I was in. He wanted to come over for a testing. I knew that meant he wanted some casting couch encouragement. I was happy to let him fuck my ass if it got me a part in one of his films. When he arrived, he was not alone. In fact, he had a small army that pushed through my front door with him. Next thing I knew, I was tied down on my bed with my ass in the air. They whipped my ass. Slapped it with hands and belts. One guy had a flogger. That hurt like hell. They went from that to fucking my ass quickly. Not one at a time either. This was no audition. This was a bunch of guys force fucking my ass because they could. The director made sure I knew I was not classy enough for his films. Apparently, I was good enough for anal torture sex. They shoved four dicks in my ass at once. When they could not get it up anymore, they fisted me, often two at a time. I should have known better. I mean why would a successful porn director want a used up blonde bimbo for one of his underground films.
I love a good sick role play phone sex call. Add in some age play, and my cunt is wet. Super fucking wet. As much as I hated my time spent with my father, I do love a twisted daddy daughter role play. I had a caller last night who wanted me to be his unwilling daughter in a role play that imitated my youth years. The set up was that daddy was drinking and playing poker with his buddies when I came home from school looking like Britney Spears in that music video that made her an over night wet dream for older men everywhere. I was in a Catholic school girl outfit with my white blouse tied at my waist and cable socks up to my knees. I was sucking on a lollipop as I came into the house. The drunk men saw me and made a gangbang rape porn with this Lolita. Okay, so I have not been that sweet teen age in 20 years, it was fun to play out his rape fantasy for his own daughter. My experience was not as hot when I was that sweet teen age. By that age, daddy and his friends had been violently fucking me for ten years already. They started me out much younger than my caller. I never went to Catholic school either. In fact, I am a high school dropout. I did everything to fight off my drunk and mean daddy, but him and his friends were too big and strong for me. They did not care if they hurt me or if I liked it. My caller at least wanted his baby girl to enjoy her gang bang. By the time I was that sweet teen age, I had already run away from home. I guess you could say I have daddy issues still. I may be 36, but I want to be your rape fantasy daughter.
Accomplice phone sex is my new favorite thing to do. Why? Well it takes the pressure and focus off of me. I am not the victim if I am the accomplice, right? I would still be an owned bitch right now if I had not worked out a deal with my former master. I paid my debt slowly one cunt at a time. I make a good accomplice because little whores do not distrust women. I can get a little girl for you too. In the world of sluts, it is survival of the fittest. I do not owe some whore I do not know anything, right? I have been making some money helping men like you get young pussy. It is a profitable business. I have this new male friend who wants to go into business with me trafficking young girls. I mean most of the trafficked girls in the US are not actually girls from the US. That is what they do. They take a girl from her native country and put her someplace where she does not know anyone or speak the language. My friend wants to have pretty white girls for rich US men. He does not want them drugged up or not fed. So, I am going to help him kidnap girls. Offer them a better life. I mean when I was a young girl my father was beating me and sharing me with his drunk friends for their rape phone sex fantasies. If some one could have saved me then, I would have done anything for them in exchange, including fucking whomever they wanted me to fuck. So, that is where I am beginning. I am going to look for little girls living in hell and offer them a nice home, pretty things and their own money to save in exchange for fucking some rich older men. I am going to be a madam! Maybe, I can help you score some young pussy?
I am an ass rape porn star. I have been trying to leave that world behind me, but guys are obsessed with my ass. I had a bad encounter this week. I was not planning on doing any porn. I thought I was showing up to do a bondage shoot. I am a fetish model. I have been one since I was 18. When I arrived, I realized that I had been set up. The guy was no photographer. He knew me. He knew me when I was just a little girl getting gang banged by my father. I had a pit in my stomach because if a friend of my father’s could find me almost 25 years later, so could my father. What happened was this guy was in my town for business and stepped into the strip club and recognized me. How I am not sure. I mean I have big tits and platinum blonde hair now. I do not look the same as I did as a little girl. He claimed it was my eyes and nose, and he researched me from there. Damn Internet. I gave him a lap dance and had no clue. I just look through most of the losers. I recognized him now. I legit had a panic attack. I was flooded with bad memories of my youth. I peed my panties and I have not done that in ions. I tried to escape but he had thugs that grabbed me. I made a gangbang rape porn. This was one I did not enjoy at all. At least my father was not there. I was afraid to ask about him. I have no clue if he is alive or dead. Well, I had no clue until they were done using my asshole. He told me that the video was for my father who was back in Illinois still hoping to find me again. I guess I must move. If my father finds me, I am dead. Although he is in his 60s now, he has had years to let his anger and hatred seethe.
Do you have strangulation phone sex fantasies? My Tinder date did. He was one of the hottest men I have ever seen on Tinder too. It was such a shame. He is married and lives in the next county, so we agreed to meet at a no tell motel on the outskirts of town. It is a seedy rent by the hour sort of place. I knew it was a gross hotel with a bad reputation, but I was not going there by myself or to do drugs. I just wanted a big married cock. He was even better looking in person. Older with salt and pepper hair, plus impeccably dressed. He certainly stood out at this dive hotel. We fucked for an hour. It was a hot fuck too. Big dick and he knew how to use it. I struck gold, until I realized he was a Dr. Jekyll and Mr. Hyde type after he came. I thought he was reaching down to grab his pants because he had to leave. He pulled his belt off his pants and before I realized why, it was too late. His belt was around my neck as I laid face down on the bed. He was strong. He pulled tightly, strangling me. He was sitting on my back, so I could not get away. I was fading fast. I was just not strong enough for him. He said he was going to make it look like I hung myself in this dirty no tell motel. I was trying to get my fingers between the belt and my neck, but I could not. I passed out, lost consciousness and he snuffed me out. He fucked me, then killed me like a female praying mantis does to her male mates. Then he had sex with my dead body. Sex with dead bodies was his thing all along, and he lured me like a dumb bimbo to my death.
He told me he had rape phone sex fantasies. I informed him all men do. I did not shame him for his natural desires. I am a dark princess. I love to delve into the dark recesses of a man’s mind. I told him I was game to be his rape fantasy doll. I just had no idea how dark he was. He told me he was going to take me on a date first. I thought how cool this will be a date rape fantasy. In my head, I was all dolled up for a night on the town. That was not the kind of date he had in mind. He took me to the pound. A friend of his is the night manager there. Turns out they have this thing going on where Steve brings his dates to the pound after hours and him and Chris make mutt porn with the girls. I was like no way, and I started to leave. That was not a request apparently because Steve grabbed my hair and shoved me into the kennel with all the rovers. They padlocked the gate and rolled the camera. Those furry bests treated me like their private gangbang rape porn star. It was like no other gang bang I have ever done. They pawed at me, pulling me to the ground. I screamed and pleaded but it fell on death ears. Red rockets forced their way into my fuck holes. They humped me like horny beast. They all just wanted to fight over my fuck holes. All desperate to nut. Some bit me and some pissed on me too. I was a mess. Big furry beasts with dicks like shards of glass in my ass and pussy. I cried. They left me in that cage for hours making their XXX film. I would have rather starred in a snuff porn. Worst date ever.
I am your taboo phone sex whore. I am here for your dark fantasies. Some of you just like to abuse a girl or give her a hardcore ass fucking. Yet, many of you have those extreme fantasies of death. I get into those too. I am a sexy switch. I can help you kill, or I can be killed. I enjoy both. Last night, I was the victim in a hot rape fantasy. I was at the club dancing when a guy gets the VIP room. I crawled to him in a leather BDSM outfit and a dog collar. I got scared when he put a chair under the door handle to prevent it from turning. I was doing my best to not think about his plans for me and give him a sexy lap dance. As I was grinding my ass on his cock like a dirty cock tease, he put his hand around my throat. Many guys do, but this guy started strangling me. Choking me until I could not breathe. As I was fighting him, he pulled my thong to the side and shoved his dick in my ass like I was his personal ass rape porn star. He shoved his dick in raw, force fucking me in the club. I was fighting the entire time. This was supposed to be a lap dance not a rape fantasy. His dick was really fat, which hurt my pretty puckered asshole. He was forcing his cock in my ass while strangling me. I tried to elbow him in the gut, and he tossed me across the room like I was a rag doll. He stood up and kicked me several times in the stomach. I would get up on my knees and he would slam me back down with his foot. He pissed and spit on me like a disposal piece of trash. The money he gave me, he took back. He tossed one dollar bill on the floor and said that was all I was worth. I was on the floor battered, bruised with an ass full of cum. I had a big purple ring around my neck too. I was lucky to be alive.
Medical fetish phone sex calls are not what I get a lot. And I am grateful for that because every time a guy says he has a medical fetish I get a pit in my stomach. It is always some sort of wicked torture beyond any threshold a pain slut could have. This call was no different. Honestly, I should have hung up or said I had an appointment. The first thing he asked me was if I had Ben Gay. That was followed by if I had Q-tips. Most women over 30 have both. That pit in my stomach grew bigger because I had a good guess about what he wanted me to do. I sat down on my bed and spread my legs, then my cunt. I grabbed a leather belt to bite down on because I knew it was going to hurt like a bitch. I also knew where I was putting it. He had no interest in putting that Q-tip in my pussy. We both knew that hole was a canyon compared to my urethra. He called it the 4th wonder on a woman’s body after the pussy, the ass and the mouth. I have had sounding devices in my pee hole before, and I piss glass and blood for days after it hurts so much. I bit down on that leather strap and braced myself for pain. I much prefer snuff porn roleplays to torturing my own body. My eyes were welling up in anticipation. I did the best I could. I tried to jab the cotton tip down my pee hole. It was hard to talk, bite and shove at once, but I did it. And it hurt. It burned something awful, and it hurt like nothing else. Blood came back up on the Q-tip. My caller just laughed and told me thanks for playing before he nutted and hung up. I am still burning when I pee, but as long as u are happy, I am happy.
I have been told that I bring out violent phone sex tendencies in men. Do you agree? When I met Matt, I thought he was a normal dude. You know, a guy into sports and music, not beating up women. I guess I was wrong because Matt turned out to be just another misogynistic asshole. We had a date last night. We had fun too. A movie and dinner with adult cocktails. I felt normal for a few hours. Once back at his house, I thought we might fuck. I wanted to fuck. He seemed into me, but it was all a rouse. He had other plans for me. My cocktail was spiked because I quickly became disoriented. I was falling down and slurring. The next thing I knew, I was hanging upside down in a dungeon being skull fucked by random men. I was duped for a gangbang rape porn. I could not talk well. I had my mouth full of dick and I was still groggy from the drugs. I remember them shocking my tits with something that looked like jumper cables. I am sure it was some sort of BDSM device. It made me piss myself. And when you are hanging upside down, if you pee it runs down your body and into your mouth. They laughed but I grimaced. They did not care that my urine was on their dicks. They kept savagely throat fucking me. I thought I might puke, but I held it back. I knew if I puked, I might choke or suffocate on my own vomit in that position. The blood was rushing to my head and causing a weird feeling too. They did not care. They used me for hours. Then Matt cut me down and they mounted me on a cold concrete floor like a dirty animal. They fucked my ass like an ass rape porn star next. It was another couple hours of abuse before I was let go. He told me if I said a word, he would kill me. He will just keep finding bimbos like me on Tinder and abusing them too.
