As a submissive, accomplice phone sex goes with the territory. I started seeing a new man recently. Turns out he only picked me up because he thought I was a mommy. I’m old enough to be a mother, but I have never wanted to me one. When he found out I had no desire to get pregnant, nor did I have a little girl for him to fuck, he left. I was desperate to get him back. He is handsome, wealthy and not as mean as some of the other men I have dated. I got desperate. I knew he had no desire for my loose holes. I went to the park and lured a cute little blonde angel away. I drugged her, then put her in my car. I showed up at his house with a sweet young present. He was impressed with me for going the extra mile to win him back. It worked. I watched as he made his rape fantasies a reality with a super young girl. I was jealous he wasn’t fucking me, but I won him back. Sure, I sacrificed a young girl to win back my man, but she won’t find a better man to fuck. He will make her a ass rape porn star. That is of course if she survives.
Domination phone sex is not what I want. It is what I need. I crave a strong man who sees me as a slave not a girlfriend. Because of my looks, many men see me as girlfriend material. When I meet a man who doesn’t become weak over my looks, I think I am in love. Dominant men make me wet. I want to be owned and used. When I met Edgar, I knew I met my match. He called me “Bitch,” from the get-go. I met him at my local bar. I don’t work there, but that didn’t stop him from telling me to get him a drink. When I brought back the wrong drink, he smacked me. When I spilled the right drink on try two, he bent me over the pool table and fucked me like an ass rape porn star. He made my ass his own. After he nutted in me first, he invited the other patrons to “fuck the dirty bar wrench.” No one there argued with him. They just pulled out their drunk dicks and gang banged me. Cock after cock rammed in my ass for hours. As guys came into the bar, Edgar told them the whore was on the house. They would fuck me before they would order their drinks. I have been seeing Edgar ever since. He loves to pimp me out to his friends as well as strangers.
Most men have rape phone sex fantasies. It just that some men are more violent than others. I like the more violent fantasies. I harbor deep dark desires. Many so taboo, I cannot tell my closest friends for fear they will send me to the psych ward. I have several sides to me, but my strongest side is a submissive whore who struggles to tell dominant men no. I had a what the fuck am I doing moment the other night. I was on a date with a dominant man, but he wasn’t attractive, nor was he rich. The submissive whore side of me struggled to tell him no. The gfe side of me was like what the fuck, this guy is a total loser. I excused myself to the restroom and never came back. I ditched him at the restaurant because I don’t like confrontation. I forgot he knows where I live. He broke down the door in the middle of the night in a rage because I left him. He had fire in his eyes. Before I could call 911 or grab my baseball bat, he had me in a choke hold and was forcing his cock in my mouth. It was rough oral with some strangulation phone sex moves. He was skull fucking me and choking me. I saw him eye my baseball bat and I knew I was in trouble. He reached over my head with his free hand and grabbed it. He was so angry, I thought he might beat me to death. Instead, he sodomized my ass with it while he continued to crush my windpipe. He was calling me names and making me apologize to him for being a worthless cunt. Suddenly, he was more appealing to me. I know. I am a twisted bitch. He went from dominant to sadistic and my cunt got uber wet.
As a taboo phone sex victim, I get off on the dirtiest things you can think to do to me. I have my own dark fantasies and they usually involve brutal torture and snuff. Guys always apologize for killing me, but the way I see it, I am a snuff victim. No need to apologize. I want to be your victim. I want to hear all about the nasty creative ways you would kill me. My cunt is wet just thinking about it. I am stress release for men. I can be the bitch you hate, the mom you want to force fuck, the daughter you want to sodomize, or any female you want to do very bad things to. The sicker your mind is, the wetter my cunt gets. I have long had a strong submissive side to me. It began with daddy and it continues today. I love medieval torture sex the best because its wicked violent and gruesome, not to mention painful. Whatever sick and twisted ideas that are in your head, I know I will get wet. And, you will get hard brutalizing my bimbo body.
I have always enjoyed bondage phone sex. I am a kinky whore, but sometimes I go to these underground fetish clubs and meet my match. Last night, I was having fun getting tied up and fucked in the ass. I had a blindfold on so I didn’t know who was fucking me. I could tell it was many men sodomizing my puckered asshole. Cocks of various sizes and thickness were going up my booty hole. Then there was a lull. I thought they were done. I had gone through all the men and drained them. That was the case, but the lull was not only so they could rest their dicks for gangbang round two, it was so they could bring in the half-time show. I felt a slimy much smaller dick go in me. I felt hot bad breath on my back. Drool was dripping down my back. It didn’t take long to realize they ushered in man’s best friend to make a kinky ass rape porn with me. He was fucking me furiously. I could hear human giggles. They enjoyed it. I felt so humiliated and used. I had not signed up for a furry fuck. Once the four legged beast nutted in me, they made me shoot out his slimy cum. I had to lick it up from a saucer before they sodomized me for a second time. One of the most humiliating bondage whore experiences of my life.
I deserved torture sex. That is what he told me. In my mind, I did nothing wrong. In his eyes, I did everything wrong. He stripped me naked and tossed me in the dungeon. I hate the dungeon. There is no light and creepy crawlies are all over the floor. It is cold and damp; smells musky, maybe even putrid. He left me there over night. I was alone and scared. I tried to sleep, but I was chained up and too cold to sleep. Too scared too. I heard the door open and his heavy footsteps coming down the stairs. He asked me if I was repentant. I said yes for self-preservation even though I still had no clue what I had done. He didn’t believe I was sorry. He smacked my face. Clothes pins were attached to my nipples and clit. He affixed ball weights to elongate my nipples and clit. The weights were heavy, so heavy I felt my flesh tearing. He got the cattle prod and shocked my pussy, ass and tits until I pissed myself. I was trembling. He is so sadistic, he would make a snuff porn with me for not saying God Bless you if he sneezed. He shocked me for hours. It was hours of a cattle prod and his fists. Eventually, he stopped, but he left me in the basement for a few more days to think about my sin. I finally found out what I did to deserve days of torture and abuse. I never asked permission to use the bathroom. Torn flesh, bruised flesh, cracked ribs, burned flesh and likely pneumonia for not asking to use the bathroom. My friends warned me about this man. They told me about his reputation, but I ignored the warnings. I am a submissive whore and I am weak for dominant bad boys.
Strangulation phone sex is what he wanted. He started his career strangling small animals like most serial killers. Now, he has a taste for strangling whores. He was waiting for me outside the club when I got off. I never saw it coming. He had his hands around my neck until I passed out. I woke up in a room naked. I was tied up with a ball gag in my mouth. We were not alone. He had a few friends with him, men and women. They all had that look that told me I was in big trouble. They took turns strangling me until I passed out, then they revived me. I think I might have died at some point because I saw a white light right before I was brought back awake with CPR. They got off on making me pass out just to slap me back awake. The women joked that they had all the power. I was pissing myself. Finally, they stopped strangling me. I thought I was safe and would be released now that they had their fun. That was not the case. That was foreplay to them. I was their snuff porn project. They gangbanged my ass until it prolapsed. They carved their initials in my flesh so I would never forget what they did to me. I asked why me and the ring leader said, “Why not you whore?”
He said I looked like I wanted to have sex with dead bodies. I didn’t realize he meant my dead body. He seemed like a nice guy. I met him on a speed date. He didn’t know I was a submissive whore. I acted normal on the date. He did too. I had no clue he was a dark snuff maker. Turns out he uses dating sites to find his victims and I was his latest one. I was enamored with him, so we hooked up after our speed date. The moment I was naked in his home, he changed. He was talking about necrophilia. There were other guys in the place waiting for me and I had no idea until they grabbed me. They tossed me to the ground and ripped off my clothes. It was a gangbang rape porn in the making. I quickly realized it was far more than that. They wanted me dead. One guy said the only way to fuck a skanky whore like me was if I was dead because then I couldn’t give him anything with my diseased holes. I tried to explain I was clean, but one guy shoved his cock down my throat to shut me up. He was balls deep in my mouth. I could barely breath. My date and the rest of his friends started fucking me. No condoms, no lube. The point wasn’t for me to enjoy it. They had no worries there. I didn’t enjoy it. The guy skull fucking me, squeezed my throat until I passed out. The others were chanting, “Snuff the bitch.” They wanted me dead as they came inside my body. They got their wish too. The last thing I remember is my neck snapping as men were dumping seed into my whore holes.
Gangbang rape porn happens at the most unexpected times. I can tie one on when I want to. I love closing a bar down. Normally, I go to my local bar when I can’t find a suitable fuck buddy for the night. The weather stranded me downtown. I was waiting on an Uber ride, but it was taking forever because of the weather. I decided to wait inside this dingy little bar. There were not many people in the place. Enough for me to pass the time until my ride, however. I was doing shots with some crusty old men. It was harmless enough, until the bartender locked the door from the inside and told the guys it was closing time. It was like that phrase was code for fuck the whore. One guy tied me up with rope used in case of needing a window escape. While he bound and gagged me, his buddies got naked and primed their cocks watching their pal tie me up like I was raw meat. These crusty old men turned vicious on me in a matter of seconds. Honestly, I didn’t think they had it in them. They looked old and harmless. They rammed their dicks in my ass and face. They slapped and punched me, one guy even branded my ass with a large W for whore. They came in and on me for over an hour and my fucking Uber ride was still not there. I had no way to escape my snuff porn hell. The men finished when they all came on me, covering me in cum. I got kicked in the cunt a few times before the bartender tossed my fucked, naked ass out the door in the cold just in time to catch my Uber ride. It was an awkward ride home.
I was made for snuff movies. That is what he told me when he kidnapped me. I was so scared. I had no clue how I got to this guy’s place. I had no idea who he was, but he knew everything about me. I was shaking like a caged animal. I could hear him talking on the phone. He was haggling prices for a side of beef. I suddenly got the idea that I was that side of beef. He kidnapped me to sell me on the black market. The best case scenario would be sex trafficking. The worse case scenario would be snuff porn. I was sold to be a sex slave or a dead whore. There were other women in the room with me. They were passed out. I figured they drugged them, like they would me too. Easier to smuggle meat that is quiet. After a few hours, a man in black came to talk to my captor. He gave him a large sum of money and the mystery man hand selected me. The man revealed himself once I was in the back of his van. I knew him. He was a friend of my father’s. He forced fucked me many years ago when I was a small school girl. Was I bought to be returned to my prick of a father? Turns out he wanted me all to himself. We pulled over somewhere so he could fuck me in the back of his cold, rusty perv van. I fought, but he was strong. I didn’t want him then, and I didn’t want him now. After he nutted in my ass against my wishes, I knew I had an advantage. I grabbed his balls and squeezed so hard, I severed a testicle. I kicked him in the face and fled out the back of the kidnap mobile. I know I am in a lot of trouble now. I was bought and sold by two men who will hunt me down and kill me. I just need to hide out for awhile until things cool down. Maybe you can hide me. I will be your willing slave in exchange.
