Category: Cheap phone sex

Wet Flesh and A Leather Belt

Sadistic phone sexMy man was pissed last night, I didn’t make enough money hooking to satisfy his crack addiction. I walked around the city in pouring rain, men don’t really like to open their car doors and windows when it’s raining. I came home fearfully with $40. At first he didn’t say much when I handed him the cash, he told me to get out of my wet clothes and take a hot shower. Relief flooded my body and I relaxed as I went up the stairs. I was in the shower enjoying the hot water warming my cold body. But I should have known better…
Suddenly my man pulled the shower curtain back and hit may naked, wet body with his leather belt. I cowered down in the tub, covering my flesh with my arms and hands as he hit me over and over again. I knew then way he wanted me to take a shower, wet flesh and his leather belt cause more pain. He hit me over and over again until his arm got tired.
“Get up bitch and make me something to eat”, he coldly demanded.

Breeding GangBang Rape Porn

gangbang rape pornI was sold for a gangbang porn. I owed this guy some money. I fucked him, then jack rolled him because I needed a fix. He threatened to turn me in to the cops if I didn’t return his money. Well, I snorted it all up my nose. His response was that I better earn the money like a good little whore. He gave me the name of this kinky couple who likes to make sex tapes with dirty whores. I was stuck between a rock and a hard place, so I agreed. They were pretty hot looking. They looked like any other upper class suburban couple. Looks can be deceiving. Kinky fucks. They got me high on crack. I’m a coke girl. Never done crack. I was so fucking out of it. That’s when it got kinky. I heard them say, come in boys, join the fun. Their sons joined us. I should not have been shocked. I fuck my boys. What was kinky was as the boys each took a hole of mine, daddy took turns fucking their asses, which pushed them deeper inside me. The wife was sucking their cum out of me and telling her boys to breed me like a whore. I was not on any protection, and they weren’t using condoms. Mommy can’t get preggers no more, so I was the sexual surrogate. When I tried to fight, claiming I was too old for little ones, they slapped me and strapped me down spread eagle. Daddy, all three sons, even the family 4 legged friend dumped their seed into my unprotected pussy. Multiple times too. My pussy was oozing so much cum my legs stuck together. They didn’t let me leave. I was their slave for a week. I got fucked multiple times a day, until they were sure I was likely knocked up. I am almost 40 and I just missed my period. Fuck my life.

Taboo Phone Sex Fantasies

taboo phone sexTaboo phone sex topics are my specialty as a submissive whore. My life reads like a taboo novel, so it’s fitting really. I have this new master I have been hanging with lately. He has a young daughter he covets. I came to the realization that he wanted me as an accomplice to make her his sex slave. I guess he thought having a woman break her in would ease her into the transition from daughter to sex slave. She is a pretty young thing. I could see why his dick was hard for her. I’m a used up old whore, but Alexis is a perky, tight, untouched little slut.

teen rape pornI was to make a teen rape porn with my master’s jail bait daughter. I drugged her before bed, then woke her up an hour later. She was groggy, confused, just what I wanted; just what master wanted. I started finger fucking her young tight pussy. She fought me at first, then let herself give into the sensation out of fear as my hand was around her throat. She was so wet. Daddy was watching in the doorway with his dick out as I molested his virgin daughter. I was getting wet too.

rape phone sex fantasiesI don’t get many chances to be in control. I was a puppet for my master, merely doing what he wanted, but still it turned me on to have that young hot thing under my control; afraid of me. Daddy couldn’t take much more. He joined us on the bed. I didn’t have to jack or blow him. He was ready to put his hard cock into his daughter’s tight teen pussy. I spit on her cunt, guided his cock into her virgin cunt and basked in the knowledge that I had been a good little accomplice. She was crying. Daddy fucked her hard; gave her a bloody swollen cunt. Alexis was daddy’s fuck pig now. I guess I need to find a new master. You don’t fuck a tight little pussy then want a used up whore like me, right?

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.