Category: Bondage phone sex
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?
Bondage Phone Sex Almost Killed Me
Bondage phone sex doesn’t sound bad does it? Mostly, when you are a bondage whore, guys want to tie you up and slap your titties. Maybe give you a hardcore ass fucking. I was at a fetish club the other day that almost turned deadly for me. I met Tom. He is a much older BDSM master who took a liking to me. Not in a good way. He said I reminded him of his ex-wife. That is never a good thing for me because ex-wives often destroy a man’s heart. I didn’t want to go into a private room with him, but I had no choice. My master owns the club and Tom is a high roller. Who and what he wants, he gets. And he got me. He chained me like a Nigger slave. My harms were outstretched. I was on my knees. I was naked. He whipped every inch of my flesh. I felt the skin break on my back. I felt blood gushing out of my wounds and I could see it pooling around my knees. The sight of my blood and my tears made him erect. He shoved his cock in my mouth and told me if I bit his dick, he would slit my throat and fuck my dead corpse. I sucked him until he came, thinking he would be done with me. He was just getting started. He whipped me until every inch of my body was covered in my blood and his cum. I barely escaped alive.
Collecting Daddy’s Money
Daddy doesn’t like it when people are slow to pay him for his services. So, he will often give them a few warnings before resorting to strong arming them. They are expecting this and try their best to avoid him, so he sends me in as a type of distraction. He had learned that the club was having a patching party and needed some girls for entertainment. He volunteered me and sent me in with clear instructions to make sure I came back with the money or the guys dick. He didn’t care which one. I love motorcycle men. They are hot and so so bad. I packed my bag and off I went. I put on some fishnets, vinyl, chains and lots and lots of jewelry. And of course, I had already had a body wax, so my pussy and tight little shit hole were nice and smooth. I joined the other girls, dancing around on the bikes, poles and giving lap dances. I then saw their president and danced my way over to him, convincing him to take it to a private room. He was enamored and caught off guard but quickly agreed. I closed and locked the door behind us, sat him in a chair and gave him a lap dance. I bent down to give him a look at my sweet holes and grabbed the handcuffs that I had previously put under the chair. I slapped them on his arms and attached them to the chair. I then swiftly attached a ball gag to his mouth and got down to business. I let him know that I had come to collect what was owed to daddy and I would either leave with the money or his body parts. He squirmed trying to get out but once I pulled out the knife from under the chair he calmed. I asked if he had the money and he stared at me, no response. So, I took the knife and put it against his cheek, slightly going into the skin causing blood to trickle down. He winced but still stared blankly. I removed his vest and started to unbuckle his pants. And can you believe it the fuckers dick was rock hard. I took my knife and ripped apart his boxers and there was the biggest, thickest cock I had ever seen. Hmmmm I think cutting it off can wait. I am going to have a little fun with it first………………. to be continued
Seeing the splattered blood across the wall made me want to squirt. I sliced that bitches neck from one end to the other. It didn’t matter that she was my neighbor. Nobody will ever be able to find her once I am done with her. Not like she has much family here. I knew that. That is why she was the perfect victim. Something about her big silicon tits that made my mouth water. I just wanted to bite into her pink puffy nipples. I did just that. I ripped her fucking nipples off with my mouth. All that blood will soon be mixed with all of my cum. Oh yeah baby. Only the sight of blood and producing pain on the innocent gets me horny. How about you? What makes your cock hard?








