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Home Invasion Phone Sex Fantasies

home invasion phone sexHome invasion phone sex calls get me wet. When I was 19, I was hooking on the streets to afford my slum studio. One night, I was sound asleep when a stranger broke into my place through an open window.  He attacked me in my bed. He wasn’t there to kill me or steal from me. He was there to force fuck me. I didn’t know him, but he knew me. I never knew who the man who force fucked me years ago was. I may never find out. But it was so violent, I needed medical attention afterwards. I was left bruised, battered and bleeding in my bed. I had no phone, so I could never call for help. It wasn’t until 4 days latter when a girl I hooked with came looking for me and found me. I was getting around a little, but I was covered head to toe in bruises and my ass was prolapsed. She took me to the ER and I stayed in the hospital for days. I had internal injuries. I knew something was wrong with me then. I fantasized about that violent stranger attacking me in my bed again. I got wet laying in a hospital bed romanticizing torture sex. Here I am today, over a decade later, a pain slut with a death wish because of one hot violent random home invasion.

Taboo Phone Sex Need for Violent Sex

taboo phone sexTaboo phone sex fantasies make me wet. I am a sick twisted woman. I like violent sex. I went to this underground club over the weekend. I was looking for an executioner and I found one. This BDSM club is underground, off the radar and known for violent sexual encounters. Just what I was in the mood for. I knew I found the right man when I saw him towering over me in a leather mask.  He put a chain around my neck and dragged me to a room. He never spoke. He ripped my clothes off while he sodomized my ass. He put his strong hands around my throat and squeezed tightly as he rammed his cock in and out of my ass. His balls were huge. They slapped on my ass making a rhythmic noise as I struggled to breathe with his hands on my throat. He was violent. Ass rape porn stars wouldn’t be able to take what he was giving me. He had a spiked cock ring on that was tearing my asshole to shreds. I asked for this. I like pain. I like blood. I don’t know what is wrong with me. When he came it stung because of the tears in my asshole. When he pulled out, he pushed me down. I assumed he was done with me. He used me and now he had no more use for me. I got up and headed toward the door. He grabbed my blonde locks, pulled me back and punched me several times in the face and in the gut. My nose was bleeding now too. He just laughed and pointed at the door. Now he was done with me. I was bleeding and struggling to walk normally because of the sucker punch in the stomach. I wanted violent sex and I got it. I need to be careful about what I ask for.

Torture Sex Nightmare

torture sexI had a torture sex nightmare last night. I woke up in a ball of sweat, scared for my life. You were not very nice too me. In fact, you could have killed me. I think you wanted too but I woke up. I remember we met at a bar. You bought me a lot of drinks. Perhaps, you spiked my last drink, or it was just one too many because I don’t remember leaving the bar. My memory was foggy, still is. I was at a bar with a cute guy then I was chained to a wall in a basement. The first face I saw was yours. You were whipping my voluptuous body and calling me a whore. I was scared but trapped. I acted like a pain slut but that made you whipped me harder. I know I am not the only girl you did this too because I saw the collection of purses in the corner. You have been at this awhile. Somehow, I got away. I may be the only one who got away. Honestly, I thought I just had an awful nightmare, but I woke up this morning and I couldn’t find my purse. Then, when I went into the bathroom, I saw the welts all over my body. It wasn’t just a bad dream. It is just I can’t remember who your were or how I got out.

Kidnapping Phone Sex Scenario Got Real

kidnapping phone sexI found myself in one of my kidnapping phone sex scenarios on New Year’s Day. I was celebrating the end of 2018 at a high-end club downtown with some girlfriends. We had gone to the salon to get our hair and nails done in preparation for the night’s festivities. We were dressed in sexy new outfits that screamed GFE material. We were hoping to snag some new sugar daddies for 2019. This club was full of eligible men for the role too. We thought we found our men in a trio of lawyers. Older men, sexy as fuck and rich as a fuck too. The last thing I remembered before waking up chained to a dungeon wall was drinking with them at the club bar. We were drugged and later caged like animals. Those men saw us as cheap bimbos out of our element. One of the guys told me as I was asking what had happened that you can’t make a pig pretty. I could hear my girlfriends screaming in pain from another room. I guess they were in a similar restrained state like me in other parts of the dungeon. I screamed out for them. That was met with a heavy blow to my face. Blood trickled down my cheek. Louie was my tormentor. He was the oldest of the three. Not sure if he was the leader or not, but he put me in my place. After listening to him shame me, he humiliated me further by making me eat dog food off the floor. I didn’t even get a bowl. He told me I was a poser, not sugar baby material, nothing more than a wild mutt trying to be a prized show dog. I could only imagine my friends were being used as ass rape porn stars like me. Louie force fucked my ass raw until I shit all over his dick. That mishap came back to haunt me quickly. He made me eat my own shit as he pissed on my face. For days, we were tortured and debased. I think I was the only one of my friends who secretly loved every moment.

Snuff Sex Death

snuff sexIt was a snuff sex holiday for me. I was on death row for my black widow ways. I though I would survive the holidays, but my executioner wanted me to have a public death before the end of the year. I was ordered out of the cell. I was taken to a shower, stripped and cleaned. I was a dead whore walking. He escorted me to a room. I thought we were alone, but when a wall came off, I saw the audience of the families I hurt by killing their husbands, brothers and fathers. I pled for mercy but received none. My executioner told me it was time to die. I was to die by orgasm. I thought he was joking. The hatred in his eyes assured me this was no joke. He delivered many whacks with a paddle to my bare ass and back. I was crying from the pain and pleading for mercy that was never granted.  He injected me with Nanonites. He said they were microscopic robots that were programmed to kill me when I had an orgasm. I was doing my best not to cum obviously, but that is hard for a pain slut like me. I was getting wet from the whipping. I felt like a slave being whipped and publicly humiliated. After what seemed like an eternity of pain, he laughed that I was wet. I tried to deny it, but my pussy betrayed my words. Eventually, the time came for me to be fucked to death. I was strapped down and spread eagle. An evil looking sex machine was hooked up between my whore legs. I was only addressed as whore. Those in the audience were cheering for my death. I tried to think of anything, so I would not have an orgasm, but I couldn’t hold out any longer. As I came, I felt my heart constricting.  It was an intense pain, then darkness. I guess in the end, I got what I deserved. A death befitting of a killer whore.

Taboo Phone Sex Fantasy

taboo phone sexTaboo phone sex fantasies? I have many. I bet you do too. A friend of mine had only one Christmas wish this year. He wanted to explore a rape fantasy he has had for decades. I thought that was something I could help him with. I just had no idea his fantasy would be so violent. I gave him the key to my place. Not knowing when he might sneak into my place added a sense of excitement to the scenario. Last night, I was deep asleep when he yanked me out of bed. He flipped me over as I was wiping the sleep from my eyes. I heard him take his belt off. Seconds later, I felt the belt across my back and ass. He didn’t hold back. I whimpered and cried with every whack. That was nothing. He had his hands around my neck tightly, strangling me as he fucked my ass raw. He was grunting like an animal. A sweaty, horny animal that couldn’t get enough of my tight ass. When he nutted inside me, I passed out from the lack of oxygen. He slapped me back awake and thanked me for making his dark fantasy come true. Can I make yours cum true too?

Snuff Phone Sex in My Home

snuff phone sexHe was the kind of guy who called me for snuff phone sex. In fact, he may have been one of my callers. He was some one who knew me at least because he told me things no stranger would know. He broke into my house. Some how got in without tripping the alarm. I had taken an Ambien, so I was out cold. That was until a cold blade and heavy breathing startled me awake. He told me if I made a sound, he would kill me immediately. I thought I would likely die anyway, but if I listened to him for now, maybe I could escape. I let this fat sweaty man who seemed to know a lot about me fuck me. I tried to think of anything else but this fat slovenly fuck on top of me with a knife to my throat. He thrust in and out of me until he came. He smelled awful. He felt worse inside me. I thought, this was over. He got what he came for, now he would leave. That was his form of foreplay. His knife moved off my neck and down between my legs. I gasped as he slid the knife inside my pussy. I cried as he sliced up my insides. I could feel the warm blood of my gutted womb spilling out on to my bed. He left me to bleed out in my own home on my own bed. He whispered in my ear, “Now there will be one less worthless whore in the world,” and he left me for dead.

Rape Phone Sex Fantasies

rape phone sex fantasiesRape phone sex fantasies are fun to explore, but they can be dangerous when you are the victim of some one’s fantasies turned reality. I was doing some holiday shopping at the mall last night. I was minding my own business. I had no intentions of getting into any trouble. I wasn’t looking to hook up either. I had a date later, so I just wanted to buy some gifts and get my nails done. These punks started following me and harassing me. I called the mall cop on them. Seriously, they wouldn’t take no for an answer. The mall cop just gave them a warming. He said the next time, they would be banned from the mall. As I was leaving the mall, one of them was sitting on a bench right before the exit I was using. He leaped up and shoved me into the bathroom where his buddies were waiting. They had plans for making me their gangbang rape porn star, at least for a few minutes that was. They stripped my close off and shoved their cocks into every whole I have. My ass, my mouth and my pussy were full of cock. One of the guys held a gun to my head telling me if I screamed or fought them, he would play Russian roulette with the gun in my asshole. One of his pals duct taped my legs to restrain me. I was shaking all over. Scared shitless, I let them force fuck me until they came. As they were tucking their cocks back in their pants, they spit on me and kicked me.  I crawled out of the bathroom asking for help, but people ignored me. I gave up, crawled to my car and somehow drove home. Those punk ass boys won. My ass was prolapsed and my pussy was full of cum and blood.

Kinky, Violent Bondage Phone Sex

bondage phone sexI messed around with the wrong couple. I responded to an ad on a fetish site for a submissive woman as a play thing. The couple was good looking and I enjoy being the spice in a couple’s sex life. When I arrived, the house was a palace in comparison to some I have been in. Seriously, this couple was loaded. They took me to their playroom, which was bigger than my house. I never seen so much BDSM equipment. The BDSM lifestyle is not cheap, but they could afford all the fancy equipment and toys. The wife was the alfa. She instructed me to suck her husband’s cock. She likes to watch. I thought this was going to be a fucking hot time. Wrong. I sucked his dick too well and was punished. She cracked a whip down so hard that it left a gash on my flesh. Blood started trickling down my body. I was trembling in pain, paralyzed in fear. I was punished for doing what I was told. What would happen if I disobeyed her? She instructed her husband to piss on my open wounds. That fucking stung. I was shaking. I scanned the room for exits. There had to be a way out. She saw me looking and tossed her whisky in my face. Alcohol burns the eyes. Her husband blind folded me and tied me to a saw horse. I had to grip the whip in my mouth. If I dropped it, I would suffer more pain. The handle was thick leather, hard to keep steady in between my teeth, especially when the husband decided it was ass fuck time. He rammed my ass hard trying to get me to dislodge the grip I had on the whip. If I dropped it out of my mouth, I may not survive. So, I held onto that thing for dear life. I lasted longer than her husband to their disappointment. While the wife was punishing her husband for not fucking my ass harder, I made my escape. What a sick, twisted couple.

Daddy’s Snuff Sex Slave

snuff sexI was a bad bitch. Daddy said I needed punishment. I made the mistake of reaching out to my father for the holidays. I have not seen him in over 10 years. He abused me as a little girl. I ran away from home because I couldn’t handle the pain. Ironic, I know because I am a pain whore now. The moment he opened the door, I could smell the booze just like I did when I was a young girl. He had this grin on his face like he had been waiting for this moment ever since I left. I knew I had made a mistake. I tried to turn around, but he pulled me inside. The place had not changed one bit since I left. It was eerie. He put handcuffs on me and whipped out his cock. He is in his 60s now, but from the looks of his cock, just has hard as he used to get when he would force fuck me. Before he shoved his cock in my mouth, he told me, “You have a lot of years to make up for my little whore.” He skull fucked me for hours. He had so much cum for an old man. He didn’t stop with my mouth. I was always his little anal porn star. He was the first to prolapse my ass. He did it again and laughed at me. “Once Daddy’s whore, always Daddy’s whore Cassie,” he seethed. I may never get back home.