Category: Cheap phone sex

Kind Eyes, Evil Soul

Sadistic phone sexMy man is an abusive crack addict. He beats me for any little reason, especially if he can’t get high. But if he doesn’t have money for drugs he sends me out to walk the streets . He makes me sell pussy for money to buy crack. Last night he told me he had a great surprise for me. I got so excited because it’s been years since he’s brought me anything. But the surprise was that I wouldn’t have to walk the streets last night, he had a customer lined up for me. He drove me over to the customer’s house and left me at the front door. On the drive over he explained that this customer had paid big money and could do whatever he wanted. So my stomach was full of dread as I knocked on the door. A tall, thin man with kind eyes answered the door, but I learned later that those kind eyes hid pure evil.
“Come in sweetheart, it’s cold out here.”, he welcomed me inside.
He had me follow him to a back room and locked the door behind us. When he pulled his belt off and wrapped the handle around his hand, I knew what was coming and it wasn’t sex. He beat me for 10 whole minutes until he was out of breath. I crawled away from him into the corner of the room and curled up into a ball. I cried so hard and screamed so loud for anyone to help me.
“Shut up sweetheart, no one can hear your screams”, He calmly stated.
And then the beating began again.

Rape Phone Sex Fantasies with a Blonde Whore

rape phone sex fantasiesDo you have rape phone sex fantasies? If you do, I have a story for you. I got stood up for a date last night. I was dressed up too. I was told we were going to a swank restaurant then to a fancy fundraiser so I should be dressed accordingly. I may be a blonde bimbo, but I can clean up for the right occasion. I tried texting and calling after I had been sitting for an hour waiting to be picked up. I didn’t want to change clothes quit yet. I looked so pretty; I looked almost regal. I fixed a glass of wine and looked for a movie to watch on cable. After about 4 glasses, I was sloshed. My dog started barking. I figured he was going crazy over the neighbor’s pups like usual, so I ignored him. I should have listened; he was trying to warn me of an intruder. Before I could get to my cell phone to call 911, the masked man had me pinned against the wall. He ripped my pretty clothes off as he pressed his cock against my ass. He slammed me down against a table so he could force his cock inside my ass. As he squeezed my neck, he whispered in my ear, “You didn’t think you were going to get the royal treatment tonight, did you whore?” He used his strong hand to turn my head just to spit in my face. He let out a roaring laugh at my expense. “Whores like you don’t get treated like princesses,” he said as he anally assaulted me. I knew it was too good too be true.  Blonde bimbos like me don’t get wined and dined; we get fucked and used. After he came in my ass, he fisted my cunt. He left as quietly as he arrived, leaving me in a pool of cum.

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The Perfect Victim

Sadistic phone sexIf my man doesn’t have any money to get high he sends me out to walk the streets. He makes me sale my ass for cash. Tonight he came home angry because he had an argument with a co-worker. He came home and went straight to his drug stash.
“Bitch, have you been giving my dope away?”, he yells.
He knows I haven’t gave his drugs away, he just wants a reason to beat my ass. I race upstairs to lock myself in the bathroom, but he’s faster and he pulls me back down the stairs by my hair. I tumble downstairs landing on my back, my head painfully hits the hardwood floor. I cry out in pain and beg for him to stop.
“Get your ass up and hit the streets!”, he yells.
I get up and head for the door. Every time I walk the streets could be my last. There are a lot of men more sadistic than my man. He doesn’t care that I could be killed, him getting high is more important than my life. Why don’t I have the strength to leave? Do I like being a victim?

Lesbian Ass Rape Porn

ass rape pornAss rape porn is sort of my specialty. I get fucked up and beg for folks to tear my ass up, literally. When I am sober, I never want anything up my ass, but when I am high on coke, I can’t get enough of anything in my pink stretched out asshole. I was doing lines of coke Friday night with some chicks I know. One of them is a dealer. I need to get drugs from her sometimes because she lets me exchange sex for coke. Usually, I just eat her pussy, maybe toss her salad. Not this time. She was fucked up and feeling rather sadistic. She wanted to fist my ass and my cunt. She wanted to fist me when I was sober though. She wouldn’t let me do a line first. “I want to experience fisting through your eyes, whore,” she laughed. I sat on her office desk, legs spread wide. I took a deep breath and braced myself for the pain. She rammed her fist up my ass full force. Ouch. I mean wow. No wonder I am not an anal sex whore when sober. She had an evil laugh as she fisted me until my ass was a bloody mess. Swollen and prolapsed. I would not be walking normal in the morning.  Fuck, I would not be walking normal for a week. When she pulled her bloody, shitty fist out, I thought she was done experimenting. Nope. She called in her friends for some fisting fun at my expense, but not before she made me lick her fist clean. Humiliating and gross. In the end, I got my coke and the sadistic lesbians had some fun with my ass. I may not shit right for awhile, but I am a taboo phone sex whore for a reason.

Six Missed Calls

Sadistic phone sex“Bitch, I’ve been calling your fucking phone all day. Why didn’t you answer?”, he yelled.
I checked my phone and saw that I had missed 6 calls from my man. The ringer was off and he was furious. He walked towards me with hate in his eyes. Fear raced through my body. What was he going… His hands grabbed my neck and squeezes. I grabbed at his fingers trying to pry them away from my neck, but he’s too strong. Tears fall down my face. His eyes are so dark and filled with rage, and he squeezes harder. Was this it? Is this the way I die? Those were my last thoughts as I drifted into the darkness.
I woke up on my stomach in pain. My man was raping me, his cock buried deep in my ass. He pounded my ass hard, and I felt like he was ripping me apart. I cried out in pain but he keeps going. Me being in pain makes him hard and horny. My cries turn him on. He loves it when I plead for him to stop. He grabs my neck and squeezes some more, he likes it when I’m passed out. One day I won’t pass out, I’ll pass away.

The Drowning

Sadistic phone sex“I didn’t mean to do it. It was an accident. He’s going to kill me”, were the terrifying thoughts I repeated over and over again in my head. I had burnt dinner again. And my man would be home in a few minutes. I’ve begged for him to talk to our landlord about that stupid stove, it hasn’t worked right for weeks now. And if I talk to the landlord that’s another reason for him to beat my ass. I hear his keys unlocking the three bolt locks he keeps on the door to keep me a prisoner in my own home. I cower in the corner because I know I’m in trouble. You can smell the burnt meal and the house is filled with smoke. The door opens…
“Bitch, you burnt my meal again!”, he yells walking towards me.
He grabs me by my hair, dragging me toward the bathroom. He makes me sit next to the tub as he fills it with water. I’m so scared, I want to run but I can’t move. He’s not saying anything and it’s terrifying. He’s sitting on the toilet calmly smoking a cigarette not saying anything but his eyes are filled with hate and disgust. He flicks the cigarette into the toilet, turns the water off. Then he attacks..gripping my hair he dunks my head into the water. He holds me under and it feels like forever. I try to fight back but he’s so strong. I fight to lift my head up but he holds me under. Right when I feel like I’m going to die he lifts my head out of the water, I gasp for oxygen and my lungs are burning painfully. I don’t get much air before he dunks my head back under. He repeats this horrific torture over and over again. And he doesn’t say a word the entire time. During the brief moments he allows me to have air I’m so busy gasping for it, I can’t even beg him to stop before he dunks my head back under. He doesn’t stop until he’s tired of this dangerous game. If I don’t leave soon he’s going to kill me.

Snuff Sex Blair

snuff sexSnuff sex Saturday night is how I now remember this past Saturday. I was partying with some guys I met at some hole in the wall bar. I was drunk and high of course. I have no relocation of how I got from the bar to the graveyard. One of the guys thought because it was a full moon it would be cool to fuck amongst the dead. I was getting my ass nailed bent over an old Civil War tombstone, when some guys approached us. At first, we thought the police or security guards. Apparently grave robbers still exist. Dead bodies are used to smuggle drugs across state lines. They look for the fresh grave, snatch the body then take it over to Mexico to be “buried.” I only knew this info because they tied us up and I understand Spanish. They thought they could kills us, have very fresh bodies to use as drug mules. They were going to kill us, until one of my cohorts offered up me as a dirty sex mule in exchange for their lives. They fucked my ass like I was an ass rape porn star to see if my ass was tight. Can’t have their smack falling out of my ass. I got slammed in the ass with a dead body next too me and many more under me. I was afraid they would kill me, so I said I would help them smuggle anything up my ass. They fisted me too with the arm of the corpse. I had a dead limb up my ass, but I knew if I complained I would be dead. I was drunk, not stupid. I like the thought of being a drug mule, actually; a live one though. I’m a druggy whore, so shoving smack up my ass might get me even fucking higher. They took my driver’s license and branded my ass so I belong to some grave robbing drug cartel now. I can’t wait to start smuggling coke and smack across state lines; but something tells me my world is about to change.

Sadistic Phone Sex with Marley

Sadistic phone sexI love getting fucked as much as the next girl. That being said, I never asked to be taken and fucked brutally and relentlessly the first time, much less every time after that. The most recent was yet another result of my need for independence and exploration. I was walking on the side of a busy highway, thinking maybe that would be safer than the country roads and that I would run into less predators. He pulled up in a nice car, and offered me a ride. I didn’t even know I was in trouble until later. He drove to a well-populated, nice part of the city, and pulled up in front of a nice house. A man even came out and took the keys to go park the car for him. It was when we walked in the front door and he immediately pulled me down a set of stairs to the side of the front door. I started screaming for help, since he had my wrist tight and wouldn’t let me loose. The man who’d pulled the car around appeared in the door for a split second, long enough to grin down at me as he closed it. My ride strapped me face down over a saddle-horse and put a nasty rag in my mouth to shut me up. I felt him tearing my clothes off me, leaving them to dangle over the saddle-horse or drop to the floor. He told me that I’d been a very bad girl, putting myself in harms way by being alone on the side of the road. He smacked my ass a few good times, telling me he’d teach me not to hitchhike. I think that even if I could have told him that I’d been doing this for a few years now, it wouldn’t have made a difference. I guess he thought he was helping me. The next thing, he was behind me, shoving fingers into my ass hard and deep, working my ass to a stretched-out point that would allow his dick to penetrate. When he finally started pushing his dick into me, I understood why it required all that work. I screamed. His dick was so big that I felt my flesh tearing as the head tried to force its way in. He fucked my ass so hard and deep and fast that I felt tearing with every thrust. My ass is still sore and tender, but my feet won’t carry me far enough from that man quickly enough.

Sold To A Rapist

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“Put this on bitch!”, my man yelled. He threw a slutty pink outfit at my head. I could see that it was completely see-thru it showed everything my tits, pussy and ass. I put it on and he gripped my arm and rushed me to his car. We drove a hour out of the city and arrived at a house in the middle of no where. He rushed me to the front door and a man answered.

“Don’t leave any marks on my bitch, the way she looks now is how she better look when I come back to get her” ,he threatened the man.

He pushed me inside and left me there with this total stranger. I could hear my man drive away and fear took over my body. I had a bad feeling about the man. And I was right, he pounced on top of me, ripping the pink outfit at my ass. He shoved his hard cock inside me and pounded my pussy. I cried out for him to stop but my cries were ignored. I think my screams turned him on because he started fucking me harder and faster. He pulled my hair and bit my flesh.

“You’re hurting me!”, I yelled.

He raped me over and over again for three days in all three of my holes. He took pleasure in telling me that my man had sold me for $300.

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My Jaw Hurts

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When my man is high he gets horny. But he only enjoys sex if it causes me pain. Last night I walked up and down 8th street hooking until I had $300 in my bra. My man took my money as usual and spent it all on crack. He stayed up all night smoking crack while I slept in our bed. I woke up to him pulling me out of bed by my hair. He forced me onto my knees and stuffed his hard dick into my mouth. “Touch me with those teeth and I’ll kill you bitch”, he grunted. I knew better and opened my mouth as wide as I could. I looked up and I saw the hate he had for me and I didn’t understand it. Sucking his cock is like torture because the crack numbs him and he can last forever. My jaw always locks up and I have to keep sucking through the pain or he’ll get violent. One time I tried to pull away and he literally knocked me out. I woke up curled up on the floor. I sucked and sucked and sucked. It felt like time was moving so slow and he wouldn’t nut. Tears fell down my face and he didn’t care, I think he likes it when I cry. My jaw hurt so bad but I didn’t stop. Fear pushed me on and I kept sucking. He finally came and I drunk up every drop of semen. He passed out and I cried myself to sleep. I prayed to God for the strength to leave this sadistic man. But I know He doesn’t hear me.