Taboo phone sex fantasies are my specialty. I am the girl of your dark fantasies. The one that never says no, even to the things that other women would say no too. I was partying with Josh over the weekend. I met him in a fetish chat room online. He drove to my city and we got a no tell motel to meet. He had some great blow. I didn’t realize it was cut with some sort of hallucinogenic. Acid has never been my thing. He had it planned. We had talked about our dark fantasies. One of mine was to have my ass brutalized until it prolapsed. I am a pain slut. I’ve had lots of rough anal sex in my life, but my ass has never been ruined. Josh did his best to ruin my ass. It’s always been his dark desire to ruin a girl’s pretty little butthole. He handcuffed me, collared me too. Pushed me down on the dingy carpet so my ass was exposed. He had a special baseball bat for the occasion. It had barbed wire around it. He spanked me with it first. The drugs dulled the pain, but it still hurt to the point I puked. When he rammed it up my asshole, I passed out. The pain was worse than 4 cocks in my ass at once. He was shredding my hole. I cried when he slapped me back awake. When I opened my eyes, he was holding the bat in front of me. It was dripping with blood and flesh, my blood and flesh. It was like something out of The Walking Dead. This was beyond what an ass rape porn star would endure. I needed medical help. He left the motel with me bleeding and shitting myself on the floor of the motel. His last words to me, “Be careful who you tell your deepest secrets too, Cassandra.” Ain’t that the truth.
I love torture sex as a pain slut. In real life, I don’t want my pretty face maimed or my hot body carved up. I also don’t really want to die. I just want to wish to be killed because I cannot take the pain any more. When it is fantasy, we can get as violent or deadly as you want. Thinking about that kind of excruciating pain makes my whore holes wet. Guys ask me all the time, what do I have at home to hurt myself with. They think this is nothing but fantasy for me. I have a few devices e that every pain slut like me should possess. It is my chest of horrors as I call it. I have impact toys like a paddle, belt, cat o nine tails and a riding crop. I have bondage tools like handcuffs, rope, zip ties, duct tape, dog collar, chains and electrical wire. I have several types of gags: funnel, ring and ball. I have a large array of insertable toys: vibes and dildos of varying sizes, butt plugs, anal hooks, pony tail and speculums. I have nipple clamps. I also have a diverse collection of piercing instruments: needles, hat pins, safety pins, veggie skewers, nails, tacks and an ice pick. Did I mention I have other things like ice, cigars to burn my girl parts and weights for my tits and my clits? I am a true pain whore. I just need a strong, sadistic man like you, to tell me just how to hurt myself for his pleasure. I am waiting on the couch like a good submissive whore for you to take control.
Bondage phone sex? Are you into that? I am one of those girls who loves to be tied up and abused. I am a submissive whore. Tie me up and fuck the shit out of me. I got more than I bargained for the other night, as usual. I was checking out a new club. BDSM club that matches servants with masters. I was at the club’s mercy to be paired with a master who would not do any real damage. I didn’t fair so well. Master Toby was one of those guys who hates women. He was not so much a Master as just a cruel man who hated all women. He took out his anger on my body. I was his punching bag for a good hour before he even pulled out his cock. He smacked my tits. He pierced my clit with some sort of pin. I was in pain. Lots of it. I was screaming to get out of the room. I didn’t sign up for torture sex, but it was what I was getting. I didn’t get but one scream out, when Master Toby took off his belt. I felt leather around my neck. He tightened it so tight that I couldn’t breathe. That is when his dick went up my ass. The harder he fucked my ass, the tighter the belt became on my throat. Some help came. I knew the club had to have some rules. All the BDSM clubs do. Instead of helping me, however, the guys joined in. They saw free pussy and ass. Two cocks forced their way into my cunt and ass. One guy rammed his dick down my throat. He was holding on to the belt with both hands as his big dick choked me. I passed out. Woke up in the room covered in cum and bruises. Another day in the life of a worthless whore.
When I was younger, I watched ass rape porn all the time. I told myself, I can do that. My daddy loved abusing my ass when I was a young girl. He enjoyed sharing my ass with his friends too. It was nothing for him to have a poker night with the boys that ended in an anal gang bang for me. When I ran away, I told myself I could make it as a fetish porn star. I was right. Almost 20 years later, my ass is still taking a pounding. A good pounding too. I told this guy I met at a fetish bar that I loved anal sex. The next thing I knew, I woke up in a fog in the bathroom with a group of men fucking my asshole. I was covered in cum and saliva. I had no idea how I got there; I assumed I was drugged. They were flushing my face in the toilet, pissing down my throat and fucking my ass two to three cocks at a time. I was being choked with my own blonde locks. No one was using condoms. There were so many guys. I knew none of them. They were smacking the shit out of my tits, face and ass. I was going to be black, blue and gaped in the morning. I would be lucky if I could walk or sit in the morning. Silly boys had no clue who they were force fucking. I am no choir girl. I would have gladly gone into the bathroom with them without being doped. I want to be a gangbang rape porn star. I am still waiting for the guys who can ruin me, maybe even snuff me for good. Could that be you and your friends? I double dog dare you.
Kidnapping phone sex stories are hot to share. I love it when guys tell me about the naughty things they have done to a hitchhiker or some young thing they snatched out of the mall. I have been kidnapped before. I am a stupid bimbo, who often doesn’t assess stranger danger well. I guess I am asking for it. Last month I was at the park jogging. I saw the white van. I knew better. Any woman with half a brain knows to be leery of vans in parking lots and alongside the road. I heard some strange noises. Honestly, I thought someone was in the van who needed help. I got close to the van to snap a picture of the plate but before I could do that, the back door swung open, knocking me down. I woke up tied up and naked with a bunch of other women. Many were young girls. It appeared to be a sex slavery ring. I was way older than most of the girls tied up. I suspected I was not a target but a foil to their plan. I was collateral damage, so I had to think quick or I would be killed. We arrived at an abandoned warehouse. I was presented to a man before the other girls. They spoke Russian, but I could read the body language. I chimed in that I was a submissive whore. I t old them what a god fuck doll I would be. What sold them on sparing my life, however, was the fact that I said I could be a ringer for them. I could help lure young girls into a trap. That night, I brought them 6 fresh young sluts. Virgins too. I proved my worth to their outfit. I have been bringing them young girls, even some boys, to sell and use ever since. I have even helped snuff out a few little bitches who weren’t cooperative. I think you might find me a great asset too for accomplice phone sex.
Rape phone sex fantasies: every man has them. Many men would never admit that, however. You can trust me with your dirty secret. I mean, who would I tell anyway? I am a submissive whore and a pain slut. I love force fuck scenarios. There are so many kinds too. I won’t lie to you. I have found myself in a situation or two where men have taken advantage of me, even hurt me and left me for dead. I have never called the cops, however. I was too afraid that during the trauma exam, a doctor would discover my wet pussy and know I loved every minute of what happened to me. A few years ago, I was at a masquerade party. A group of guests made me the star of their private gangbang rape porn. They forced their cocks and their fists into my fuck holes. They choked me, even slapped me around. This abuse went on for hours. They eventually grew tired of my whore ass and dumped my body in a dumpster behind a bar. One of the bar workers found me unconscious and naked when he dumped the evening trash. He called 911. I acted like I didn’t know what had happened to me. I lied about taking some pills before partying. My pussy was soaking wet and not just from the cum loads deposited deep inside me. The fact was, I enjoyed being gangbanged by strangers. It is what I hope for every time I leave the house.
Home invasion phone sex fantasies keep me busy. Men love the idea of breaking into a woman’s place to assault her in the middle of the night. I was sleeping soundly; maybe a bit too soundly as I had been drinking. I didn’t hear my dog bark. I didn’t hear a thing. What woke me up was the hand over my face. I woke up scared to see a man in black with a knife to my throat. He told me one word, one whimper and he would slit my throat. I almost peed my panties I was so scared. I was shaking in my bed as he used the knife to cut off my night gown. Once my body was exposed for him, he ran the knife down my body making sure I knew he could gut me like a pig at any moment. My breathing was rapid and shallow. I feared for my life. I tried to close my eyes to escape someplace safe in my head, but he wouldn’t let me forget. He wanted me struggling to not show my fear. He was waiting for me to whimper, cry or otherwise make a sound. When he wasn’t scaring me to the degree he hoped, he started making small cuts on my flesh. I’m a pain slut. He would have to cut me deeper for that to happen. I was pissing him off. He shoved his fingers up my cunt. Soon he had his fist in me. He clearly had no clue whose home he broke into. I have been a pain slut and submissive whore over 2 decades now. A fist in my cunt is nothing. He wanted to kill me. I didn’t want to die, however. I played his game better than he bargained for, but he changed the game when he replaced his fist with his knife in my cunt. I couldn’t help but whimper. I was dead minutes later.
Domination phone sex is what I need. I am a submissive slut who constantly needs slave training. I have been told a time or two that I am a “willful bitch.” It is not so much that I like to be disobedient. It is more that I like pain and being disobedient and sassy, brings me lots of pain. Oscar is a guy I met on Tinder. We have been enjoying some BDSM games. Hardcore BDSM with whips and chains. I was in an extremely ornery mood. I find when I show that I like the pain, I don’t get treated as hard as I want. Crying and complaining that it hurts too much is what brings on more pain; often pain beyond what I can handle. I royally pissed off Oscar because he beat the shit out of me. The leather whip he used on my back, slashed me to threads. Gaping wounds that bled adorn my back now. He showed no mercy. He demonstrated that he was a mean son of a bitch too. He put his belt around my neck to choke me. He strung me up on a door hook. I had to hold the belt to prevent myself from choking to death. I was squirming all about trying not to choke to death while he whipped me and laughed as I bled and struggled to breathe. Right as I was about to pass out because I couldn’t keep my hands inside the belt any more, he cut me down. I hit his hardwood floor with a thud. I started to crawl away and his foot stomped on my back like he was squashing a bug. I was bleeding and gasping to get oxygen in me again, when he made me his ass rape porn star. He sodomized me for hours as I laid on the floor half conscious and bleeding. I can’t wait to see him again.
Want to make a snuff porn? I am dying to be in pictures. I want to audition to be your victim. I have dark desires. I want to be killed on film. I don’t know if snuff films are real or not, but if not, I want to make the first one with you. I have a death wish. I know I am a worthless whore. I look at phone sex as practice for the real thing. How would you kill me? Would you enjoy it? Would you torture me or make it quick? I want pain. Lot’s of pain. I deserve pain. I have the perfect body for torture sex too. Big fake boobs, a bubble ass and long legs. I watch Japanese snuff flicks all the time. Watching these women get force fucked then killed and loving it makes me so wet. I know I am a twisted slut. I just know I would be the perfect victim to your sadistic. I can fight if that gets your cock hard or I can be your willing victim. I just have a few requests before I die. Make it violent. Make it bloody. Film it. Get off killing me. Please, will you end my worthless life?
Snuff sex fantasies turn me on. Do you dream of doing nasty things to a woman? It is surprising how many men want to hurt a woman. Even men I meet off the phone want to kill me. I was partying with these two guys Friday night. I met them in a dive bar. They live in my neighborhood. I enjoyed fucking and sucking them. Then, they turned on me. Started pulling my hair, spitting on me, smacking me… They even punched me hard in the stomach. One guy took off his belt and wrapped it around my throat so tight, I passed out. I woke up with hot piss in my face. They were laughing at what a whore I was to go home with two guys I barely knew. One said, “I guess that is the chance you take when you are a skank.” They double fisted me. A fist in my ass and my cunt lifted me up off the ground. They kept laughing at me. I couldn’t tell if they were just fucked up on some shit or sadistic assholes. As a subby whore, I don’t exactly attract nice guys. They threw me down on the ground. Hurt me pretty good. No sympathy. They kicked me when I was down and tossed me outside in the rain like a piece of garbage. They said they would see me again soon. God, I hope not.
