Category: Domination phone sex

Ass Rape Porn Torture

ass rape pornThere are ass rape porn videos that I watch that get me wet. Then there are others that make me cringe in pain. My dealer loves ass torture porn. I was sucking his big black cock when one came on of a woman getting double fisted and I felt his cock twitch in my mouth. I couldn’t see the screen, but he narrated it for me, and I knew I was in trouble because the way his cock was reacting in my mouth. He nutted in my mouth, then summoned a few of his dealers who were dividing coke in the back. They love to help him abuse his favorite slave. Black men love having white slaves. They love fisting them too. I begged for some lube. Black me have big hands to go with their big cocks. They laughed at me and said, “We don’t want you to enjoy it whore.” At that moment, I knew I was doomed. Two fists went in my ass at once, then two more popped in my cunt. I had four fists, and not just any fists either. Big black fists inside my tiniest holes. Torture sex to the extreme is the only way to describe it. I was bleeding, gapped and covered in my own shit by the time they were done. Humiliated and sore, I curled up in a ball to recuperate, but they just pissed on me.

Missing His Black Pussy Sex Slave

He isn’t going to tell me but I know my master missed me. The way he talked about that other slave I could tell he now knows this chocolate pussy sex slave is everything he could have ever asked for. He called me down from my room and told me he wanted to talk to me. He told me he now understands he has it good with me. That I am above average when it comes to being the perfect sex slave. Now, not only does he want me to be his sex slave, he wants me to be his accomplice.Torture phone sex My master told me every other week we will train other sex slaves, the ones that are not making their masters happy. We will take them for a week and turn them into the best sex slaves they can be. I mean, these girls have no choice. They are slaves to their masters. I do not understand how someone could be bad at it. I know some girls have died from being horrible sex slaves to their masters. I guess some masters would rather not kill off their slaves. My master told me while I am an accomplice to his training operation I will not be a slave. He said the moment we are done, I better go back to being his black fuck slave or there will be punishments. Oh, if master only knew how much this black slave cunt throbbed every time I felt him abusing me for his pleasure. Calling me a nigger whore, telling me I do not deserve such a fine thick white cock, all while he is punishing my aching cunt and asshole. Master said we will get our first sex slave tomorrow. I am excited, yes I love being abused and tortured by my master but their is something about being able to do the same to a slave whore that has my clit pulsing with extasy. I will know for sure tomorrow.

Dark Fantasy Phone Sex

fantasy phone sexYou must be careful who you tell your dark fantasy phone sex desires to because some sick fucks want to make them a reality. Russ is an old friend. A party and fuck buddy. I have known him since my street hooking days as a teen girl. He was a drug dealer back then. Still is, just he is the man in charge now with a huge organization. One night we were trying out some new coke he had and sharing our dark desires.  He asked me to tell him something that might shock him. I told him I had gangbang rape porn fantasies. The violent kind. The kind where I was tied up and ravaged for days, living on nothing more than cum and piss. He gave me a what the fuck look. When a drug king pin gives you that look, you know you are fucked up. I told him that years ago. And somehow, in his doped up stupor, he remembered it. Last night we were partying and the next thing I knew, I was tied up being forcibly gang banged by his dealers. There were like 6 men taking turns on me all night long. Ass and cunt prolapsed. Rope burns from being bound for almost 24 hours. Sleep deprived and covered in cum. I looked like Russ had dumped a bucket of jizz over my head. You couldn’t even see what color my eyes were. I love being mistreated, but Russ is one sadistic man. He sat on my dark fantasy for years, waiting for the right time to make it happen for me. He showed me no mercy. That was okay. I am a taboo phone sex whore. I deserve no mercy. I just deserve to be used for mens’ sick pleasures. I know you agree.

 

Bondage Phone Sex Torture

bondage phone sexIt was a weird bondage phone sex session. H going to treat me like a nigger slave. Right then I knew I would likely die or wish I was dead. It was the later. He was pissed at something. It wasn’t me, but I was his escape goat. I am always his escape goat. That is why he strung me up from a tree in his back yard. I was completely bound, so I couldn’t move. He told me he was he keeps me around he says. He threw rocks at me. Just like I imagine lynchers did in the 40s and 50s. I was the strange fruit swaying on the poplar tree that Billie Holliday sung about. Only I am not black. I am, however, black and blue and purple with spots of red from rocks cutting my skin. He left me hanging for awhile after he ran out of stones. I was bleeding badly. I was battered even worse. I passed out, but he turned a hose on me, which woke me up. He cut me down and I fell with a thud. He pissed on my bruised and bloody body and laughed. With a smirk, he said, “Damn, Blair, that was fun.”

Torture Sex with The Punisher

torture sexTorture sex is not just something men do to me. I torture myself too. I am a pain slut. I was a cutter when I was a school girl. I think my pain tolerance grew from self-mutilation. Once I was a grown woman, I looked to other things to give me pain. Men are impressed with my pain tolerance. It is so high that I sometimes must fake cry. Men don’t like being shown up by a girl. Last night I hooked up with a guy I met at a BDSM club. Club members call him the Punisher. He loves to inflict pain. I had heard rumors about him but wanted to see if he was as bad as women say. I have a higher threshold than most women, so I needed to test things with him on my own. Fuck, I met my match. He was a punisher indeed. He had these long needles and he pierced my clit with them, and he used them on my vagina lips, making my pussy look like it had been sewn shut. He used more needles on my nipples. All my most sensitive parts were stitched with needs. Little droplets of blood coated my body. My cunt was wet. It was real pain. Not snuff sex pain, but hot mutilation pain. I think I will be seeing more of the Punisher.

Violent Phone Sex is What I Deserve

violent phone sexViolent phone sex fantasies consume me. I get high and my head gets fucked up with nasty thoughts.  I am a freak despite the soccer mom appearance.  I called up my stepson last night. We have a love hate relationship, but it works. He gets me high and then takes all his aggression out on my ass. He is a fucked up boy, just like I am a fucked up woman. Our kinky desires consume us. It makes for a perfect BDSM relationship. Last night, my stepson brought a bunch of friends with him for our date. I wasn’t prepared for that. I was not thinking gangbang rape porn, but that is what happened. His friends and him fucked every hole, even my pee hole. Let me tell you, having cocks rammed in my urethra, hurt more than three dicks in my ass at once. My stepson and his friends treated me like a piece of trash. They pulled my hair, spit on me, fucked all my holes and pissed on me too. They laughed as I pleaded for mercy. My stepson planned this. He wanted all my holes bleeding and ruined. Even though it hurt, I survived. I know he is dangerous to my health and life, but I have dark desires that can’t be curbed. I get what I deserve.

Cocksucker Castration

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Cocksucker! Now do I have your attention? This snuff whore has captured you and you are hanging in an abandoned factory warehouse. Oh, this little blood loving slut didn’t do it alone. These massive black football player type big strong black men have had there way with your ass. Your bleeding down the wall with meat hooks in your shoulders.

I loved the way you squealed for me piggy boy. You have been pissed on and fucked so hard that your intestines are hanging out. You’re my bloody faggot bitch. My Bitch man slave, be my sex toy entertainment for the night. 

My shears are sharp and catching the light. Beg for me not to castrate you cock whore! I will let you down if you prove yourself. Ten big Black cocks are waiting for you to try to save your manhood! Suck them and let them fuck the pulp that is your ass! Can you save that dick? Or will I be slicing and dicing it as you bleed out for me, dealers choice!

Bondage Phone Sex Upside Down

bondage phone sexHe told me he was a fan of bondage phone sex. He told me that for my time as his BDSM slave, he would give me a bag of coke. He had me at bag of coke. I am a coke whore. It always leads me down dangerous avenues, however. I should have known better. When I arrived, I was hit over the head. I didn’t see it coming. I woke up hanging upside down, bound in an extremely awkward position. The guy I agreed to meet, was waiting for me with his monster cock out. He skull fucked me while I was dangling in the air upside down. Blood was trickling down my face from the blow to the head. Turns out he enjoyed my blood dripping on his dick. He said blood is great lube. I knew I was in over my head. I thought I was having some BDSM fun not snuff sex. I figured some whips and chains, and restraints, but he was strangling me and fucking me so hard I puked on his dick. Because of the position I was in, I ended up swallowing most of my own puke, which made me puke again. He was laughing at what a disgusting whore I was. I tried to think about the coke, but he was fucking me so hard from an upside-down position that I kept passing out. The head wound compounded my dizzy feeling. Eventually, he grew bored with me. He had cum so much he couldn’t cum anymore. I was dizzy, sore and bleeding from my head, so I was happy to be set free, but that didn’t happen until the next morning. He kept me to mutilate my tits and my clit. This was a far cry from some BDSM fun. It was torture sex.

I Need Domination Phone Sex Men

domination phone sexDomination phone sex is not what I want. It is what I need. I crave a strong man who sees me as a slave not a girlfriend. Because of my looks, many men see me as girlfriend material. When I meet a man who doesn’t become weak over my looks, I think I am in love. Dominant men make me wet. I want to be owned and used. When I met Edgar, I knew I met my match. He called me “Bitch,” from the get-go. I met him at my local bar. I don’t work there, but that didn’t stop him from telling me to get him a drink. When I brought back the wrong drink, he smacked me. When I spilled the right drink on try two, he bent me over the pool table and fucked me like an ass rape porn star. He made my ass his own. After he nutted in me first, he invited the other patrons to “fuck the dirty bar wrench.” No one there argued with him. They just pulled out their drunk dicks and gang banged me. Cock after cock rammed in my ass for hours. As guys came into the bar, Edgar told them the whore was on the house. They would fuck me before they would order their drinks. I have been seeing Edgar ever since. He loves to pimp me out to his friends as well as strangers.

Snuff Sex Revenge

snuff sexSnuff sex fantasies are one thing, but he wanted me dead. I owed him money. I owed him coke too. A few months ago, I stole a bag of coke. It was a small bag. He didn’t need it. It wouldn’t have made him much money. When he found me, he made it clear that what he was doing to me was a matter or principal. He couldn’t have people thinking he was soft. His posse was with him as he tied me up. I was bound and gagged and scared, very scared. They took turns kicking me. It didn’t matter that I was a woman. I stole; I had to be punished. They fucked my ass raw until it prolapsed, then the leader of the pack, the one I stole from, put a zip tie on my prolapsed ass. I screamed out in pain, but that was nothing compared to being branded. He spelled out the letters Thief on my ass. Thief, forever branded on me, so no one would ever trust me. Him and his posse sodomized me. They beat me up. They tortured me for hours and they burned my flesh. All so one drug dealer could save face. My body will never be the same because I stole an itty bitty bit of coke.