I asked him what he wanted for Christmas. He said me as his ass rape porn star. The he I am talking about is my neighbor boy. He is half my age and never been anything more to me than the neighbor boy. I sometimes pay him to mow my lawn and do odd jobs around the house. I was shocked when he said he wanted to fuck my ass all night long. I took it as a joke and laughed him off. Later that night, him and his friends broke into my house and had their way with me. I am an owned bitch. If my owner and lover found out, he would punish me harder than teen boys ever could. I could have fought more, but the truth is they were cute boys. I enjoyed their aggressiveness. They wanted a blonde bimbo for their gangbang rape porn. They didn’t want me to enjoy it, however. They had no clue whose house they broke into last night. I am a seasoned pain slut. I like rough sex. I screamed and protested while they shoved their young cocks in my fuck holes but my wet pussy betrayed me. They fucked me good for high school boys. They had more violence in them than I expected. I wish I would have known my neighbor boy was a violent offender sooner.
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Ass Rape Porn Star for Teen Boys
Kidnapping Phone Sex
I was out for a jog, when a car pulled next to me. The driver wanted directions. As I leaned into the window to tell him how to get to Whole Foods, I felt something hit the back of my head. I never saw it coming. I woke up naked, bound and gagged. I had on stiletto heels and fishnet thigh highs. I was not wearing that when I was kidnapped. I mean this was right out of a kidnapping phone sex scenario. I couldn’t speak because of the ball gag. I just whimpered. The man who asked for directions was talking to another man, presumably his accomplice who whacked me over the head. They were discussing money. I listened intently and scared as I overhead them talking about how much money they could make selling me into slavery. The two said they needed to try me out first to see what they could get for me. They left me tied up but took the ball gag off so they could mouth fuck me. I wanted the ball gag back. It was better than being skull fucked. My mouth was not the only hole they tested. They tag teamed me. They each tried out my pussy and my ass. They fucked me raw. They fucked me hard. They laughed as I cried out in pain. When they were done, they put a $5 tag on the collar they had around my neck. I was only worth $5. They joked about the dirty old $5 whore.
Snuff Sex Death
I had one job. One job only and I failed. I was hired as courier to take a large sum of money from one place to another. I was too stupid to realize that I was being followed. Out of nowhere, I was jumped and drugged. I woke up chained to a chair being interrogated about the code to my briefcase. I tried to play dumb, but my captor was not buying it. He slapped me, punched me, broke me until I gave him the code to unlock the briefcase full of money. I knew I was going to die. Either the drug dealer I work for would kill me for loosing one million of his money or my captor was going to kill me. With my captor, I would die quicker at least. Or, so I thought. It didn’t seem like a quick snuff sex death. He violated me sexually first. He quickly discovered my dirty secret. I am a pain slut. The more he abused me, the wetter my cunt got. He slapped me. He skull fucked me. He tied up my boobs and choked me. He strangled me while he fucked me. As painful as his torture was, I knew it was better than being killed at the hands of a drug dealer out 1 million dollars. His cock was inside me cumming as I took my last breath.
Evil phone sex
As far back as I can remember I have always wanted to be the “victim.” I used to have wet dreams where I would wake up and my sheets would be soaking wet from my very young cunny. In the bathtub, I would rub my clit raw forcing two of my fingers hard in me all while I was fantasizing of being brutalized, tortured and dominated by such a big powerful sadistic man. I would pretend to not like it and fight back. But my little cunny so sloppy wet would betray me letting him know I want him to be more rougher, and more sadistic. I would fantasize about being publicly humiliated and degraded. Now as a full-grown slut I know that only the vilest woman-hating men are for me.
Taboo Phone Sex Mommy
The holidays bring about taboo phone sex fantasies for mommy. My youngest son has rape fantasies. Most boys do. It is just that my son thinks about doing very bad things to his mommy. He is a young boy, so I just giggled when he told me he was going to fuck me regardless what I said. I giggled, tousled his hair and told him he was cute. That was not the response he wanted. He was half my size, a third of my age, but he punched me right in the face. I stumbled backwards and fell. The next thing I knew my young son was on top of me, ripping my clothes off and forcing his cock inside me. He was calling me vile names and accusing me of cock teasing him all his life. I was fighting him, but this was no joke to him. He was full of hatred for his mother, for the woman who gave him life. When I tried to get the upper hand, he pulled my head up just to slam it back down on the floor. I cried out in pain. I felt blood trickling down my head. My son. My own son was forcing his dick in the very place that he came from not that long ago. He was filled with so much anger as he forced his dick in my pussy. Finally, he nutted. He hopped off me, spit in my face and told me to clean up. What has happened to my baby boy? Do you have rape phone sex fantasies about mommy too?
I Use to Enjoy Rape Phone Sex Fantasies
He said he had rape phone sex fantasies. I told him you can’t force fuck the willing. I was trying to be cute and sassy. It backfired. He was determined to make me not want it. Determined to make me hate it. He succeeded. He was not alone. He brought friends. Horny men who needed a warm wet hole to destroy. It reminded me of my youth. Daddy never wanted me to enjoy sex. I never did when I was young. He succeeded. Years later, I became a pain slut. I embraced my youth. I have fucked men far meaner than daddy ever was to me. Men like Jack, who wanted to ruin my holes. Ruin any chance of an orgasm for me. He orchestrated the gangbang rape porn. I was wet when they fucked me with their cocks. That is when they switched it up. Determined to make me regret saying he couldn’t force fuck the willing, he picked up a big baseball bat and sodomized me with it until I was crying. His posse of horny monsters picked up various objects and fucked me harder. A baseball bat was mild in comparison. I got a wine bottle, a hammer, even a handgun shoved up my cunt and ass while men jacked off on my face. By the time they were done proving their point, I was coated in blood and cum. I was no longer willing.
Thanksgiving Ass Rape Porn
Ass rape porn was how I spent my holiday. I owed this black guy money. He decided that unless I was his ass slave, I could not get any more coke. I need my coke, so I submitted. He has a huge black cock. The kind of cock that can ruin asses and pussies. I thought I could handle him. I have before. But it wasn’t just us. He had several other men with him. All black men who wanted nothing more than to fuck the shit out a druggy white whore. I needed coke though, so I was down to be used for a gangbang rape porn. I thought at most, I would be fucked for a couple hours. It was closer to a couple days. I missed Thanksgiving dinner. No one came looking for me either. I was getting stuffed with big black cocks. Stuffed in my mouth, stuffed in my pussy and stuffed in my ass. All at the same time too by multiple black cocks. My dealer told his friends to have seconds and thirds. I felt like a raw bird with gravy all over me. My asshole was sore. I was bleeding from being over fucked. I had a gallon of cum all over me too. I was a hot sticky mess. Eventually, they got tired and I was sent home. I got some coke, but I paid a high price. I could barely walk, and I missed Thanksgiving with my family. When I did get home, it was like no one even missed me.
Home Invasion Sex is so Hot Part II
So, at last blog we had invaded a home, tied up the perfect family, forced the teenage daughter to perform sex acts, killed her and left her dead bloody body across the table for all her family to see. I was thinking of torturing the little girl next but opted for the dad. The mom’s tear stained; petrified face was just to good to let be. So, we untied the dad and laid him in the floor for the entire family to see. We unbuckled his belt and pulled his pants down. I then positioned my pussy right above his face while I started playing with his cock. I told him to lick my pussy good. He was hesitant at first, but we put a gun to his son’s head and he quickly cooperated. Of course, his dick was soon rock hard, and I continued to lick, rub and suck it while watching the mom’s reaction. Dad was slacking in his clit licking so daddy pulled the hammer back threatening to shoot the sweet daughter. So, he started licking away like my clit was a lollypop. I told him how good that felt and directed him to stick his finger in my pussy and finger fuck me. He was quick to do that, and I secretly think he was enjoying it. I was watching the mom as I stuck her husbands cock deep in my throat. I directed the husband to stick another finger in my tight little ass. He did as told, and I swear he was loving it. I rode his face until I came all over it. That was more than he could control, and he came all in my mouth. The mom looked on in horror as I got up and walked towards her. I stuck my tongue in her mouth and delivered her husband’s cum right in her mouth while she sobbed uncontrollably. I’m thinking of getting her husband hard again and cutting that dick right off…………….
Off with Your Balls
There’s something so sexy about a sharp blade. Any blade. Knife, razor, sword, box cutter. Shiny and sharp, placed right up against your nut sac. You wonder if I’m going to tease you or hurt you. You feel the sharp edge dragging along your flesh and the blood beads up. Didn’t you tell me that you wanted to be castrated? Oh, you beg me not to hurt you but that rock hard cock gives you away. You like the fear that you’re feeling. The adrenaline rushes through your veins as the cum builds in your testicles. You groan out loud. You better not cum, or I will end you now. This is cock control and your life depends on it. A shot of cum and I will make your blood spurt, too. You clench your teeth, gasping for air, trying to get control of your raging member who only wants to cum. I smile and wait. “Beg for your balls.” I order you. You sound like a little bitch whining as you plead for your manhood. The whimper is starting to irritate me. I have my blade poised right up against your bulging purple mushroom head. Shall I cut your cock off in pieces or will one swipe of my wrist leave you as a sissy eunuch forever?
That Special Flavor
I’ve never been a fan of Thanksgiving until I met him. He was a nice man with a taste for flesh. I’m not talking about turkey flesh either. He likes tender flesh of the female type. And with Thanksgiving coming up, he asked me to go hunting with him. Just like most people go look for the perfect brand and weight in a turkey, his taste was the same. He wanted a plump, but not fat, brand name specimen. The goal was to have her before Thanksgiving so he could prepare her for the feast. She had to be clean, shaved, smooth, and ready to be oiled down. He had tried the Cajun injector before but he had a preference for just the basics. Salt, pepper, and real cream, and some of his special marinade. He injected it himself in every hole to make she was properly tenderized. I knew she would scream while the roasting part happened but I didn’t realize that it would arouse me so much. I felt her pain clear down to the depths of my pussy and I craved to be injected, too. But he was saving it for the grand finale. That first crispy taste of golden skin followed by the squirt of juicy female goodness in our mouths. Finger licking, cock sucking good. I can still taste it now. I’m ready for the hunt when you are.