It is no secret that I am a subby whore with rape phone sex fantasies. Ever since I was young, I have dreamed of men taking me, degrading me and doing whatever the fuck they wanted to me; even if it left me battered and bloody and within inches of my life. Well, last night, one of my taboo phone sex fantasies, became a reality. See, I have always wanted to be used by a group of bikers. I mean rough sex, where I am being choked, slapped, beaten, spit on, peed on, humiliated, gagged, burned and tortured with big cocks. I put on a slutty outfit that definitely screamed I was asking for it and headed to this dive bar around the corner known for attracting a rough, even violent, crowd. As soon as I walked in and saw drunken biker guys, my pussy came alive and my clit started aching for some hard core action. I walked right up to some guys at the bar and said, “Get me drunk and do whatever you want to me.”
Well, the drinks started coming faster than I could drink them, and guys started lining up. One biker was, “enough of this shit, this bitch needs to put her money where her mouth is,” and he slammed me against the bar so hard it left a big purple bruise across my tits. I felt my panties being ripped off me, my head being shoved down on the bar and a hand choking my throat. The next thing I felt was a fist, an entire hand, being shoved up my ass, then another fist up my tight twat. The bartender hopped up on the bar sorta like an accomplice and began telling guys what to do to me; how to hurt “this bitch.” I felt my ass being ripped apart first by fists, then by cocks, and finally by beer and whiskey bottles. It hurt soooooo good. Pain equals a soaking wet cunt for me. One guy took bottles of Jack off the shelf, shoved them in my mouth to suck then fucked my ass and cunt with them. And not the thin neck of the bottle, but the thick square end of it. The neck stuck out my pussy and ass so they could do shots of whiskey from my tortured holes and twist the bottles deeper into me. One guy said I was the new shot machine; all you had to do was smack my ass hard enough and that the whiskey would poor itself. These dudes were some sick mother fuckers and I was in for way more than I bargained for.
As one guy was making me gag with his huge cock and slapping my face, the wicked bartender said “pee in the bitch’s mouth.” But they all heard the command and lined up to pee in me and on me. It was so degrading and disgusting. I tried to close my mouth and one of them cut me with his pocket knife across my right cheek and said if I was gonna fight, he would cut my face up so bad my momma wouldn’t recognize me, because no one gives a fuck about a dirty little fuck slut like me. Would you hurt me if I resisted whatever you wanted to do to me? I hope so, because I need to learn to be a good nasty bitch. So, there I lay, on the bar, with bottles of whiskey in my ass and cunt, bleeding and smelling like a human toilet. I was used for hours. I was drenched in cum and pee; cut and bleeding; burned with cigarettes; slapped around; tortured with bottles and all sorts of objects from the bar. I was even whipped with wallet chains. I don’t know how I got the fuck home, but I guess some one was nice enough to dump my tortured ass on my living room floor. But by the looks of the carpet burns on my tits, face and knees, I was fucked passed out there. Maybe it was you, my curious neighbor, who saw me being dumped like garbage and took advantage of the opportunity to have your way with a bitch that can’t resist? I love being used and degraded, but sometimes, I get scared, not knowing how far you will go to get your rocks off. The hardcore taboo phone sex fantasies are what get my fuck hole juices flowing, but sometimes you horny fucks go beyond my wildest imagination and not only hurt me badly, but leave me with regret. One of these days, I am gonna get myself into a dark fantasy that gets way too real.
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