When you are an anal torture sex whore, you are used to large things in your ass. The largest and weirdest thing anyone put up my ass was a baseball bat. Now, a baseball bat might not sound that weird to you, but it was not one bat, but two Louisville Sluggers up my ass at once. The thicker base end is what she put up my ass first, not the handle. Yes, I said she. It was payback. I had fucked her man, just because I could. I know it was like a country western song. Well, being a cocky bitch, I assumed she had no clue I fucked her boyfriend for a week while she was out of town. When I saw her at this club, I bought her a drink. She set me up. She was there for revenge. She drugged me and I woke up in some dark and damp basement, spread eagle, bound and gagged. I am a seasoned anal torture sex slave. I mean I have had 15-inch black cocks in my asshole as well as fists. I did not think she could do anything to me worse than what had already been done to me in the past. I was wrong. I should not have underestimated a woman scorned. Instead of taking a Louisville slugger to both taillights, she took two Louisville Sluggers to my asshole. No lube of course. She double deckered them and rammed them inside me like you would spear a pig about to be roasted over an open flame. She was calling me a whore and cunt the entire time too. Her goal was to ruin my asshole. She wanted to ruin my pussy too. Since her boyfriend fucked my ass for a week because she does not give up the booty, however, her focus was on destroying my ass with two baseball bats so he would never fuck my ass again. I have had my share of anal torture sex in the past, but this was it. I was done. I was ruined. I never felt pain like that before. She scrambled my insides, prolapsed my ass and left me bleeding and shitting all over the floor. She got her revenge.
When men discover you are an ass rape porn star, they get obsessed with your ass. I try not to tell men I date about my dark past or my dirty side, but they always find out. Many know already and that is why they pursue me. I was duped into a date with Charlie. He said he happened to see my profile on Plenty of Fish. That is my one vanilla site. I may be a dirty whore and a nasty freak, but I like to be wined and dined too. Charlie is a doctor and a handsome older man. I thought he just wanted a pretty thing to spoil. He lied. He is a snuff sex addict. He has a dark side too. A dark side that needed feeding with rough anal sex. He showed my asshole no mercy. Zero mercy. He choked me as he sodomized me. There was no spoiling. There was only force fucking. He told me he knew who I was and that I had a lot of nerve trying to pass myself off as a princess. Dirty anal whores do not deserve special treatment. They deserve brutal ass fuckings. Hard to believe one man could fuck my ass like that, but he ruined me. He tore my anus. I was bleeding. I was crying. Even a pain slut has her limits and it was Charlie’s mission to find mine. He found it in 30 minutes. He joked that without a pretty rosebud he just robbed me of my ability to make money. He wanted me dependent on him for cash because he has friends who want to ass fuck a dirty anal whore like me. He said he can keep a roof over my head, but I will be his torture sex doll in return. I can never escape men just like my father it seems.
I have some sexy fantasy phone sex callers. I love creative dominant men. Earlier this week, I was leaving a building after an appointment. I entered the elevator. Suddenly, I felt a chill. Just something felt off even though I was alone in the elevator. The lights flickered, the elevator shook, and I thought my off feeling was that the elevator was about to plummet me to my death. Then I felt a hand on my shoulder. How could that be. I never saw a person in the elevator when I got in. He spoke. I turned around and there he was in front of me. A tall, dark, handsome and mysterious man. I gasped when I realized he had no reflection in the mirror on the ceiling of the elevator. I closed my eyes, opened them back up thinking I was hallucinating. He was still in front of me, still no reflection. I started to back up to push the emergency button. He showed his fangs. I knew what he was in that moment. I still thought maybe I was in some strange erotic dream. He told me I belong to him now. I was frozen in my spot. I felt fear and arousal at the same time. I did not want to die, but he was offering me immortality. And one last hard orgasm. A cum before death. It was not a choice for me. He was in control. I could fight and be vampire food, or I could give in, have the best orgasm of my life and live for eternity as a vampire. I chose the latter. I tilted my head to accept his fangs in my flesh. He was masturbating me as he slowly drank my blood. He showed restraint, so that I could cum. It was a hard cum. I begged to service him in immortality. He could have exsanguinated me; turned my body into dust. Instead, he drank just enough of my blood to turn me into his vampire lover for life. What is your snuff sex fantasy?
He made me a snuff porn star. He picked me because I am a pain slut and I love to be watched. My little show began easy enough for me. A few clothes pins on my nipples, clit and cunt lips for the entertainment of his audience. It was a live snuff show. I did not know it was going to get worse, far worse than even this pain slut could handle. I was being injected with something called nanonites. When I cum, I die. And as a pain slut, it is hard not to cum with the kind of torture sex that he was inflicting on me. Weights on my nipples, pulled my big tits to the ground. I begged for more. I am a glutton for punishment. I needed the pain. My executioner fucked me hard in my cunt and ass with the whip handle he punished my ass with. As he fucked my cunt, he smacked my ass with a wooden paddle. With every whack, I screamed out in pain and with the same breath, begged for more. I had to entertain his audience. I was trying not to cum. I wanted to live, but when he brought out the sex machine, I knew I was a goner. As he took bets on how long I would live, I tried to think how not to cum. He pulled another blonde bimbo onto the stage with us. She would no doubt be my replacement soon. She sucked his cock as he released the sex machine. I was being penetrated at warp speed. My pussy was wet. The pain was intense. I was going to die and die soon. This was live snuff sex. My killer orchestrated my death in front of a live audience. While he came in a blonde bimbo’s mouth, I begged to die. I begged to cum. And just like that, I came and died.
Violent phone sex fantasies get my pussy wet. I love being treated like a dirty whore. I hooked up with a guy I met online last night. We agreed to have rough sex. My girlfriends do not understand me. I am not some delicate flower. I will not break and I do not need to be made love to like a princess. I am a far cry from a princess. Dave was looking for a slave to service him. One who knew what the expectations were and did not expect to be wined and dined. I just expected to be fucked and fucked. Dave was not one for small talk. As soon as he walked into my house, he had me pinned against my foyer wall. He ripped my clothes off and jammed a bunch of fingers up my cunt. His hand was gripped firmly on my throat causing me to pass out. He would slap me back awake and make me pass out again. When we got to the oral part of the evening, he skull fucked me so hard I puked on his cock. He did not stop. He kept skull fucking me until I puked some more. He showed my pussy and ass no mercy either. He held my neck down as he treated me like an ass rape porn star. I was in pain and struggling to breathe, but he did not give a fuck. He did warn me. I do not know what I expected. I got what I asked for and now my ass is prolapsed and I have bruises all over my body. I know I am a worthless whore. I know I put myself out there for anything goes, but I keep hoping maybe one of these days a man will want to spoil me, maybe even marry me.
I am full of taboo phone sex stories. My life is a far cry from vanilla. My youngest years were spent as daddy’s whore. He made me do the things my mom did before she left us. She wanted no more of his abuse. I do not know if she thought he would not touch me because I was his flesh and blood or if she just did not care because it was no longer her. The very next day after she packed her bags and left, he was fucking me. A week later he was selling my tiny holes to settle his gambling debts. He exchanged his baby girl for coke too. At the time I hated those old fat men using me as their cum dumpster. I wanted to be a normal girl. I wanted to play with dolls and ride bikes with friends. I had no friends. My sperm donor kept me isolated from anyone my age. I ran away when I was a teen. Right into the arms of men like him. Men have always wanted to use me. Many have wanted to hurt me too. I am a pain slut now because of it. I thought my hooking days were over, but times have been tough because of the shutdowns. My strip club was closed for months and it is a dead zone in there now. Even snuff phone sex has been slow. I put an ad on Fet Life. Men will pay to fuck a blonde whore, but they feel entitled to do what ever they want to me in exchange. Beau skull fucked me so hard, he realigned my jaw. He sodomized my ass with his cock and fist, gaping my asshole wider than a shark’s mouth. By the time, our hour was up, I was a bloody sore mess. I could barely walk. He tossed me some money and said, “thanks whore.” I just went from being daddy’s whore to being every man’s whore.
I make a hot accomplice phone sex partner. Look at me? I am a blonde goddess, but do not worry. I know my place. I am your slave. I am at your disposal. I have a master in my life who likes his pussy younger and tighter than mine. He only fucks my ass. The other day when he was pounding my ass, he told me he should kill me. I had outlived my usefulness. If I was no longer fun to fuck, why keep me around. I understood, but I was not ready to die yet. I discussed being a useful accomplice. I mean I can pass as a babysitter, a talent scout, even a candy stripper. I can go places he cannot go and get girls he could not get on his own. He loved my idea. I knew my life was contingent on finding him something suited to his tastes. I have a candy stripper outfit and a hospital badge I stole awhile back from this male nurse I fucked while donating blood. I knew I could get into the hospital. The security is tighter, and no visitors are permitted in, but no one paid me any attention. I looked the part. I blended in. I went to the ward with the young ones on it and kidnapped a young girl. She only had a broken leg. That just meant she could not get away from me or from master. She was doped up. I wheeled her right out of the hospital. When you are a pretty woman you can get away with anything. Master was quite pleased. When he fucked her tender age cunt, exploring his rape phone sex fantasies, I knew I had extended my life. Master ravaged all her tiny fuck holes. The bloody mess between her legs let me know she was a virgin. If I keep finding master young pussy, I will live.
Gangbang rape porn seems more popular in the age of Covid. I think more men are feeling stressed and angry. That means they need a whore to abuse. I am usually that whore. I was with this Tinder date the other night. I was sipping on a fruity drink as we ate dinner. We were at his place since no restaurants are open to capacity. That was what I remembered last. I woke up in a dungeon. Like what the fuck. This was a fuck date not a submissive whore date. I saw no one, and I heard nothing. It was dark and damp. I was bound and gagged. Suddenly, I saw a white strobe light flashing. I could see shapes. Then out of nowhere, emerged a group of men. They were dressed funny and chanting. Latin, I think. OMG, I thought to myself, I was going to be sacrificed for some Satanic ritual. The Tinder guy told his clothed friends to fuck me. They pinned me down and forced their cocks in my holes. I still did not know if I was just an ass rape porn star for the night or if I was being sacrificed. As they violated me, I thought to myself how could I be part of a satanic ritual? I was not young nor a virgin. Maybe the cloak and dagger look was to protect their identity. They were violating me against my will. I tried to go someone where else in my mind while they tortured my ass with their fat cocks. My fuck holes were drenched in cum, gaped open, swollen, even bloody. They prolapsed my ass. I had been bound and gang banged for folly. Just some horny men who needed to burn off some steam, and I walked right into their trap. My Tinder date from hell dumped my battered, cum filled body in an alley like garbage. But I survived.
As a bondage phone sex whore, I mostly have female masters. There are a few exceptions. Ella is a beautiful bad ass bitch. I cannot help but give into her. We met years ago at an underground sex club. She was the only female master there. The rest of us girls were just submissive whores up for the taking. She took a liking to me because she found me beautiful. I look like a goddess, but I am not a princess. I know my place. Ella called me last weekend because she was jonesing for some hardcore BDSM action. All the underground clubs are closed until further notice. I was happy to be her pet for an hour, a day or an eternity. She brought me a diamond encrusted dog collar. She put a leash on me and walked me around my block before play time. My neighbors saw it. It was so humiliating. When we got back inside, she told me that in medieval times, painted whores were denailed. I was not familiar with this archaic practice, but I did not like the sound of it. She brought out a tray of torture sex devices. I was scared. I thought this was just some basic BDSM fun. She wanted to hurt me. She had pliers, scissors and a host of sharp objects. Ella is a dominant bitch, but I met her sadistic side. She told me I knew better than to show up with painted nails and toes trying to outshine her. She dipped my nails and toes in hot sulfur which loosened the nail from my flesh. It also loosened the flesh from my bones. My screams could pierce ears. The pain was unbearable. I never knew a woman could be so cruel to another woman. Nothing in my BDSM world prepared me for the pain of this barbaric practice. I learned a painful lesson. Never try to be prettier than your Master. I will never make that mistake again.
I have rape phone sex fantasies. I have a lot more of them lately because I have more time on my hands than usual. I did a hot call the other night that made my fantasies stronger. I have a vampire lover, who switched up our call. I find anything with him hot. I was going to my car and I felt hands over my mouth. A shadowy figure, much taller than me, dragged me into his car. When we got to the final destination, he dragged me out of his car kicking and screaming. I was scared. But my pussy was wet. I could feel it and I knew he could smell me too. I know. Something is wrong with me. A stranger kidnapped me and now he was forcing his cock deep inside my pussy, but I was somehow aroused. I felt his hand around my throat choking me as he penetrated deep inside me. He knew I was wet despite my protests. I struggled. I knew he could kill me at any moment. I guess I struggled and protested because it seemed like what a normal woman would do. But I am not a normal woman. I am a taboo phone sex slut. I want to be a victim.
