Men have violent phone sex fantasies when they are around me. It never fails. I can look the part of a middle-class soccer mom and still get abused. Men see my vulnerability. They smell my need to be dominated. I was on soccer mom duty last night. The boys had a game, so I loaded them up in the mom van and took them because daddy was still at work. A few boys needed a ride home, so I dropped them all off and that left my boys and one of the other parents. His car broke down and I offered him a ride home since he lives on my block. He is married. I know his wife and daughters. He is an assistant coach. My boys went upstairs to shower, leaving me with my neighbor. I thought he was just going to walk home, but he pushed me into my basement and tied me up. He started fucking me like an ass rape porn girl. He was aggressive. My ass was being shredded. He told me not to scream or he would kill my boys. I never saw this side of him before. I was not sure if I was scared or aroused. Mostly the latter. My pussy was dripping wet as he slid his fist inside me. He fucked me hardcore until he heard my sons calling for me. He untied me and told me we had unfinished business. I know I will see him again soon.
Category: Bondage phone sex
Layla’s Violent Phone Sex
Having violent fantasies of doing something to a hot girl like me? I’m the one to call for your sadistic cravings. I’ll be your torture slave. I will let you kidnap me, and I will allow you to beat me and call me degrading names. There’s no limit to this punishment whore. I like all things freaky and demented. I will allow you to hold me hostage against my will while you fulfill all your twisted fantasies with me. I will let you be my master and I will gladly be your slave who does any and everything you tell them too. I want to be the one to receive all the pain and torment you bring onto your next victim. Surprise me when i’m at home with a robbery and tie me up and taunt me. The more pain the better so don’t go easy on me give me the hardest beating of my life and teach me a lesson.
Ass Rape Porn Torture
We make ass rape porn on Sundays. It is a weekly tradition. Every Sunday is a different theme and set up, but the hardcore ass fucking is always the same. He runs a live stream in the basement and tortures my ass for his paid viewers. This Sunday was a bondage theme. He had me tied to a workout bench. My hands were on the bar and my legs were spread wide and tied to the bottom of the bench. My ass was on the edge of the bench, so it was exposed. He began with basic ass fucking. He had some male friends there happy to fuck a whore’s ass. Big cocks. Thick cocks, but nothing I couldn’t handle. His audience soon realized I was not in pain with cocks in my ass. They wanted to see anal torture sex, so he upped the game. His friends started fisting my ass. Not only did that make me scream and cry, it made my asshole bleed. His viewers liked that. Soon fists and forearms were replaced with wine bottles and baseball bats. I was begging to be let go, but his audience was tipping to watch more anal torture. The bloodier my ass got and the more I screamed in pain, the more his audience tipped. This was the most successful anal sex stream yet, he said. I didn’t want to hear that because if torturing my ass is profitable, he will keep on doing it.
Layla’s Home Invasion Phone Sex
Have you ever watched a hot girl in her home when she thought no one was looking? Fantasized about her taking her clothes off and getting naked in her room, while you peek through the window. I think I can feel someone’s eyes on me but I try to ignore the uneasy feeling. You have been watching me for a long time, trying to withhold your urges but the desire is ranging within you, to the point of madness. I hear an odd noise coming from the living room. I try to ignore it. Maybe it’s just the wind. So I go into my bathroom and turn on the water to take a shower. I start washing my hair when suddenly your burst into the room and rip away the curtain. I scream in terror, while you grab my naked body and throw me onto the tile floor. I start kicking and fighting to get you off of me but it’s no use. There will be no way for me to escape. Yes, it’s turning me on just thinking about it!
Ass Rape Porn Star
He has a studio in his basement for homemade ass rape porn. I had hoped I would never have to be in it as the star. I knew it existed because I often bring him starlets. The weather prevented me from getting him a young girl to anally torture, so he decided it was my turn in his studio. I begged for him to let me take a muscle relaxer first. He refused because he wanted me to feel every inch of the pain. He bound me to his anal sex bench. It was very uncomfortable. With a ball gag in my mouth and my hands locked to a bar, he pushed my knees up to my chest exposing my ass. He started fucking me with dildos way too big for any human ass. I knew crying would make him look for something bigger, so I tried to hold back the tears. It was not easy, but I have seen many torture sex videos made from this room. This was just my first time as the star and not an assistant. Once my ass was gaped open and prolapsed, he used his cock. At first, it was a relief. It was better than a 20-inch dildo up my asshole. Soon, the burning sensation became unbearable. When my eyes welled, he knew I felt the Ben-Gay. He put it on his dick like lube to hurt my battered asshole even more. I was only let go when he couldn’t cum anymore. It is going to be a very long winter for me if I can’t find him ass meat.
Kidnapped and Drugged for a Gangbang Rape Porn
I went to a club with girlfriends Friday night. I was being a normal sexy milf for once. I was not high. I was not looking for trouble. I just wanted to celebrate another soccer mom’s birthday with a group of female friends like a regular mature woman. Last thing I remember before waking up in a gangbang rape porn was toasting the birthday girl with a Pixie Stick martini. I lost a big chunk of time. I was confused. My head hurt. I was bound and gagged and surrounded by strange men. I had no clue how I got where I was or what happened to my friends. They would have stopped anything bad from happening to me I thought. I asked my kidnappers where I was, but they ignored me. They ignored me verbally. Instead of talking to me, they slapped and punched me. Even spit in my face and pissed down my throat. They spoke to each other in a language that I thought might be Russian. As I was lying on the floor smelling like a men’s urinal, other men came into the room. They took off their clothes and fucked me. Pulled my limbs, slapped me around and fucked me like a rag doll. Honestly, I thought maybe I was in some dream, but the pain was real. I had been drugged at the club and somehow ended up in the victim in a snuff porn horror show. After they were done using me, they tossed me in another room. I saw women chained together, strung out on heroin most likely. I saw my friends. OMG, we were all kidnapped together. Before I could try to talk to one of them, I felt a needle in my arm, then everything went dark again. We were kidnapped for the sex trade.
Watching Snuff Porn
He made me watch snuff porn all night long. Violent, graphic mutilations of women turn him on. It only scares me to death because I know he wants to do bad things to me. Snuff flicks fuel his sadistic desires. He gets off on my fear. We were watching a woman get cut with a knife. He tied me up just like the victim in the movie. He started to mirror what was happening to her to me. His hands went around my throat and choked me. He started to cut my throat, just not as deadly as the girl in the porn we were watching. I could feel blood trickling down from my neck. I could taste my blood too. I was afraid he would just kill me. We have played snuff sex games before, but this was as real as it has ever felt before. I was scared and I was bleeding. I begged for mercy, but he just kept cutting me. He sliced his initials in my boobs. He kept cutting me as he fucked my ass. He said all I was good for was fucking and hurting. After a while, I started to believe him.
Ass rape fantasy
I slipped a rookie into your drink when you went into the kitchen to get dessert. Before you could even sit the plates on the table you passed out. I took my time and tied you up. Head down to the floor, hands tied behind your back and your ankles handcuffed. I needed a gap between your legs to properly execute my move next. I want to see the pain in your eyes and hear the screams. I waited until you were awake before I rammed that long plastic dildo into your ass with no vaseline. I fucked your hard until you bled. My fake dick was covered in blood and shit. I shoved it into your mouth and made you lick it off. I plastered a grin on my face when you managing to mutter the words ” why?”. I simply said because I can before slicing your throat. My Bondage phone sex stories are not for the weak. Only the strong survive!
Torture phone sex
I was serving tables after work, wearing the slutty uniform and dealing with the regular getting hit on type of thing. Then this one guy dumped his drink on me, urging me to take off my now wet clothes. I’d had enough and slapped him across his face and sealing my fate for the evening. It was just us 5 and I knew I had fucked up the minute I slapped him, because he was returning the blow and ripping my shirt off all at the same time. I tried to fight them, I really did! But there were so many of them and they were really so strong! There was nothing I could do, as they all ripped at me, grabbing and groping and even feeling my insides with their fingers already. I knew it was going to be a long night of being treated and fucked like a worthless whore. I should really learn to keep my big mouth shut, and filled with cock instead of trying to get sassy. I am a stupid whore, aren’t I?