Do you like home invasion phone sex stories? I have one to get your cock hard. I was working at the strip club the other night. I was making great money too. I learned how to pick up tips with my cunt. There was a total creeper stalking me all night at the club. He didn’t want a lap dance. In fact, when I asked, he told me he doesn’t pay whores. I figured he was just a pissed off man who couldn’t get a woman as hot as me. That was what I thought until I woke up in the middle of the night with him staring at me from the edge of my bed. I screamed as loud as I could, but my screams were soon muffled by his hands. He hogtied me, but not before he ripped off my clothes. He reiterated that he doesn’t pay whores and added, “I don’t need to pay a whore like you because I can just take what I want.” He then forced his cock in my ass. He wasn’t using lube because he insisted a dirty stripper whore would be wet from pain anyway. He almost choked me too. It was rough sex, but not consensual. I was counting down the seconds until it was over. I tried to get my head somewhere else as his fat sweating body was humping me. I wasn’t sure if he would kill me or not. He let me live, but he warned me about telling a sole because he knew where I worked and where I lived. He added that he was a rich attorney, and no one would believe a stripper whore was assaulted. He was right. I just prayed he would not pay me a visit again. Do you have rape phone sex fantasies too?
When you are a taboo phone sex slut, guys know you will do anything they want regardless of what you want. I have been seeing this guy who treats me more like a pet than a girlfriend. I understand that a trashy bimbo doesn’t deserve to be girlfriend material. I spent the night with him Friday night, but it was not a romantic evening. I was his sex slave. He has an S and M bed. My hands were handcuffed to a bar above the bed. I was naked, on my knees with a spreader bar between my thighs. This keeps my pussy open for him to abuse. He pierced my clit with a hat pin like I was some carnival freak show act. I let out a blood curdling scream as he pulled it out and licked the blood clean from the needle. I thought I might puke. I was not expecting that. He smeared a little of my own blood on my lips. His cock was rock hard. That was nothing compared to the lighter to my clit. He was enjoying the torture sex of my body. I was shaking from the pain. I think at one point I was in shock. When he shoved his fingers up my cunt, we were both surprised at just how wet I was. The night went on forever. I was in pain, but my pussy stayed wet. Maybe I am a carnival freak act after all.
Taboo phone sex slaves like me enjoy being used and abused. I thought I did until I met Master Matt. We met online. We hooked up a few time s to fuck, then the last time, he wouldn’t let me go home. He tossed me in his dungeon basement. I was stripped naked and tied up. For days, he only came down to let me pee in a bucket. Shit too. He fed me scraps of food like I was a junk yard dog. After a few days, I smelled and was starving. I would have done anything he wanted for a ham sandwich. What he wanted was anal sex. Not just any kind either. He wanted anal torture sex. I bent over and took his dry fist up my ass. He told me to bleed for him. I had no control over that. He had all the power. He just twisted his fist a few times and he got what he wanted. Blood and shit on his hand. He loved abusing me. Our sexual encounters before, he said, were boring. He wanted me in pain. He wanted proof of pain, like blood. He got it. He humiliated me too. After he anally fisted my ass until it prolapsed, he dumped my bucket of piss and shit on me. He left me there for a few more days.
He made me his snuff sex accomplice. I didn’t want to do it, but I had no choice, or I would die. I babysat some young girls on his orders. They are his nieces. He got me the gig. Said he met me at the gym and I was a nanny. Do I look like a nanny? I look like a whore. I had to make my boobs look less big. I had to dress down and act like the kind of woman who likes brats. I knew if I was not convincing to his brother and his wife, I would be in for a world of hurt. I had specific instructions to drug the girls with a special cocktail mixed in their milk. Once the girls were out cold, I texted him. He came in to have his fun. He has had rape phone sex fantasies for his nieces for a long time now. He needed me to make it happen, so no suspicion would fall on him. If anyone thought something bad happened to these angels, it would be me, the babysitter, that would take the blame. I knew this. I just hoped he didn’t ruin their holes like he does mine. I took a few pics that he doesn’t know about. I need protection because I am sure he will throw me under the bus. He uses me to get young tender age girls, but now he is fucking family. There is a link to him and me to his nieces. He said he was going to fuck them gently, but he doesn’t know gentle. I watched him sodomize the passed out girls. He fucked all their holes. They were virgins. I could see the cherry blood on his dick. He was smart, he pulled out and came on me instead. He did some damage to their holes. I cleaned them up as best as I could, but no way they won’t wake up sore in the morning. I have my proof. Just hope he doesn’t find out or he will kill me for even thinking of blackmailing him.
Torture sex is what you get when call a woman an ugly bitch. This cunt came into the strip club and insulted me when I was on stage. The cunt had no room to talk. I called her a fugly bitch and suggested she go troll somewhere else. Big Al kicked her out of the club. She was watching for me as I left and jumped me as I went to my car. She hit me over the head with something that knocked me out. I woke up at her place. Her and a few of her friends decided to fuck me up. They were kicking me in the stomach. That was what woke me up. A bunch of ugly bitches had me tied up, stripped nude and bound on the floor. The position I was in highlighted my ass. It was exposed for a reason. I soon new the reason was to be an ass rape porn star. The bitch that heckled me at the club had the stick to a mop in her hand. It wasn’t thick, but it was fucking long. She dipped the rounded end in some Biofreeze then rammed it up my ass. Oh, my fucking gosh that hurt. My ass was on fire. It felt like I got stung by bees in my ass. That was nothing, however, compared to that stick up my ass. It was tearing through me so deeply I thought it might come out my mouth. It felt like I was shishkebabed. I think my ass is ruined. I take a lot of cock in my ass, but I have never had anything that deep penetrate my butthole. I am still sore and bleeding. I better watch out who I call ugly. I bet you could fuck my prolapsed ass back inside me.
I auditioned for a snuff porn. I had to prove why I was worthy to die. I looked into his camera and pleaded with him to take my life. I know I am a worthless whore. Just a blonde bimbo with a death wish. He didn’t think I was worthy of death, not yet at least. He said in death I would feel no pain. He wanted me to have many more years of pain. Intense, awful pain. He made me his sex slave instead of his snuff queen. With a collar around my neck and a ball gag in my mouth, he ushered in a bunch of men. He ordered them to fuck me like I was a piece of meat and they were starving wild animals. I was scared because there were so many of them. I wanted to die not be a gangbang rape porn star. Those horny men didn’t care what I wanted. They made me want death even more after they assaulted me. Three cocks in a hole at a time does serious damage to pretty fuck holes. My ass was bleeding. My cunt was stretched to the point one of my cunt lips tore. They grabbed at my tits with such strength that one of my saline bags popped. They ravaged me for so long it felt like I was being fucked to death. He wouldn’t allow me to die, however. He said it was more fun to make me wish I was dead.
Snuff sex is what I deserve. It is all I get. No man looks at me and wants to make me his wife or his girlfriend. I scream blonde bimbo to men. I represent the type of woman who has scorned them, rejected them, cheated on them… But unlike other women, I am submissive. I wouldn’t cheat on a man. I would give him everything I have and more. When I met Danny a few weeks ago, I had no idea I would end up bound, gagged and battered on his basement floor. Danny had me all wrong. He thought I was a high class girl, maybe even a spoiled rich bitch. He assumed the reason I didn’t go out with him was because I thought he was beneath me. The reason I rejected his date offer was because I am owned by someone. Some one who would dismember me and keep me locked in a cage under the bed for even kissing another man. When I was hit over the head last night going to my car, I assumed it was my owner and I had made some small infraction he took personally. When I woke back up, I discovered it was a jilted man seeking revenge. He had me tied to a support beam. I was black and blue from the beating he gave me. I saw the blow torch and pissed myself. I pleaded and begged for my life. I tried explaining that I was more like a snuff porn start than a gfe type. All he could see was a woman who rejected him. He branded his name into my flesh with his name. He burned my flesh off and when it scabs over, his name will be forever etched on my body. He didn’t kill me, but he sealed my fate. When master sees another man’s name on my body, he will certainly kill me for my betrayal.
Domination phone sex is always extreme with me. I am an extreme BDSM babe. I only go to the seedy and hardcore clubs. Sometimes, that means I meet some unsavory types like Rico. He is a notorious sex trafficker in my town. I never worry about being sold into slavery because I am too old and used up for the slave trade. Guys paying for trafficked girls want something too young and very tight. Rico likes me because I am a pain slut and I rarely say no to anything. I went back to his place because he has a slave palace, complete with a cage under the bed. He was in a more violent mood than usual. He tied me to the bar above his bed and used my tits as a punching bag. I think he busted one of my saline bags. Wouldn’t be the first. I thought I was going to vomit from the pain. I am a great pain slut, but this was too much. He mangled my boobs, then decided to hit my face. Most of time, guys don’t touch my face. Not Rico. He says women give better head when they have black eyes and swollen lips. By the time he pulled his cock out, I looked like Rocky after losing a fight. He told me to use his cum as salve as he nutted on my face. Torture sex is always very violent with Rico. Is it with you too?
Do you have cannibalism phone sex fantasies? I do. I think I would make a tasty meal. I am thick and juicy. Nice round rump, thick thighs. My fantasy is that you kidnap me. Maybe I am hitchhiking or perhaps you spot me at a bar or at the mall and think I look delicious. I have no clue about your plans to consume my flesh. When you start talking about how thick and juicy I am, it goes over my head. I think you just like a woman with meat on her bones. You know more cush for the push. You spike my drink, which makes me very sleepy. The next thing I know, I am naked, and you are rubbing my body with olive oil. I think it is some type of makeshift lube for your cock, but you ae putting it all over my body. And it its mixed with some seasonings that smell strong and good. I see the big pot of boiling water and I wonder what is for dinner. Honestly, I am still clueless that I am dinner until you carry me over to the pot. I see the chopped up veggies in the pot. It is not until you submerge me in the hot seasoned water, that I understand I was kidnapped to feed you. It makes my pussy wet to know you will consume my flesh. I hope you find me delectable down to the bone. Eating my flesh would make a hot snuff porn.
I was sentenced to snuff sex as my punishment. I faced a trial and a jury and was sentenced to a painful death, a public painful death. My crime? I was a judge who took bribes and sentenced women to prison and death for things they did not do. According to my executioner B, my death was a long time coming. In a public forum, I was on a platform in my judicial robe. That soon came off me. I was stripped of any shred of decency and power I thought I possessed. I was smug at first, but my executioner smacked the smugness off my face. Once I was stripped naked in front of a large audience cheering my death, I felt the shame my victims must have felt. My executioner made it clear that I was going to die in pain. My death would speedy, but it hinged on one thing, my orgasm. I was injected with microscopic robots that would trigger a massive heart attack the moment I came. When I heard that, I fought some more, but soon I was tied down and spread eagle. The microscopic killers had already invaded my bloodstream. My executioner just had to ensure my orgasm. In front of thousands of people, I was naked, spread eagle and getting fucked by a large fuck machine. Despite my fear and humiliation, it was a biological clock ticking to my death. Under my judicial robe, was a kinky pain slut who no matter how hard she tried, she could not hold back an orgasm, not even under such grave circumstances. I let out a huge moan as I came my final time. My body stiffened up and my heart felt like it was being squeezed so hard it could pop. That was it, I was dead. Just like that, executioner B gave me my comeuppance. What is your dark fantasy phone sex death sentence for me?
