Category: Domination phone sex

Gangbang Rape Porn for Sale

gangbang rape pornGangbang rape porn was not what I signed up for last night. I was invited by a fuck buddy to party at this guy’s place. Supposedly, he had a mansion with a pool and hot tub. My husband is out of town for business, my sons were with their grandma, so I was game to party. When I arrived, I immediately got chills. You know that feeling you get when danger is around you? That’s what I had. Despite the house being the nicest one I have ever seen or been in, I knew better than to party with these guys. I am not the brightest bulb. I saw the bowl of coke on the table and decided to stay. After a few lines, I would have no sixth sense anymore. My gut was right. I should have listened because those guys tore my ass up. I don’ t think an ass rape porn star would have enjoyed the anal torture I got last night. They waited like hungry vultures until I was high to charge me. They ripped my clothes off and made me stand naked in front of them while they talked about every imperfection on my body. It was humiliating, but it was nothing compared to having 4 big cocks in my ass at once. Who ever said the ass can handle anything never got sodomized by 4 big dicks at once. I could feel my asshole tearing open. It was just like going into labor again. When you are in delivery, your pussy rips. Just this time there was no doctor to stich up my asshole. They made me suck my blood and shit off their dicks. They laughed at my pain. I was set up. My fuck buddy owed these guys some money and I was a way to settle his debt. They force fucked me for hours and video taped it to sell. They said rape fantasy videos bring in a lot of money, especially when they look authentic. I guess I should have listened to my gut.

Rag Doll

Sadistic phone sexMy boyfriend has been pimping me out to strange men every since I was a very young teen. My parents were crackheads and would let any grown man fuck me for a few rocks. That’s how I met my boyfriend, he fed my parents crack and eventually convinced me to run away with him. He promised me a better life, but he lied. I thought living with my parents was a living hell, but my boyfriend makes them seem like angels.
Today he punched me in the head to wake me and let me know we had a special visitor. I walked downstairs and there was an older gentleman sitting on the sofa.
“Suck his cock, bitch, and don’t you stop until he nuts in your mouth”, my boyfriend demanded.
I don’t know why but I couldn’t do it. I was fed up with the abuse. Normally I just did as I was told, but today I couldn’t do it.
“NO!”, I screamed.
He came towards me like a raging bull and punched me in my eye. I slid across the room like a rag doll. He pulled me up from the floor by my hair. With my hair wrapped around his fist, he dragged me towards the man on the sofa. The man fumblingly unzipped his pants and pulled out his huge erected penis. I didn’t have the strength to refuse again. My sadistic boyfriend guided my head up and down as I sucked the man’s cock. He’s so controlling that he had to control the blowjob. I did as I was told because I didn’t want him to hit me again. I sucked and sucked like my life depended on giving the best blowjob. I could tell by the man’s moans that he was about to cum. And I was right he squirted a huge load into my mouth. My boyfriend jerked my head away and my teeth grazed the man’s cock and he screamed, “Bitch!”. I held my head down to hide my smile.

Bill’s Quirks

Evil phone sex there is this particular quirky man named Bill. Whom I see every couple of weeks. I like him a whole bunch. He is into my usual kinks of causing me all sorts of pain. But he has a special kink. He likes me to shove a dildo up his ass. Fucking him as hard as I can while he kicks and punches me. I hardly ever am able to give the pain back to the ones you give it to me. But with Bill it is encouraged. Only with the dildo tho. I try to fuck him real hard and real fast. I try to make his ass raw as possible. Why not? He loves the fucking I give to his ass, as he tortures my body. Makes him spew his juices all over the place.

Castration Phone Sex Sunday

castration phone sexCastration phone sex Sunday means you get junk removal at the economic cost of a phone sex call. Normally, I charge a couple grand to remove some loser’s balls, but on Sundays, I feel charitable. I could take loser balls all day long. Nothing gives this sick bitch pleasure like ridding losers and assholes of the very thing they need to reproduce. Certain people should not be allowed to procreate. I bet you are one of them if you are still reading. Last night I chopped off a pair of hairy balls for free. The guy was not self aware. He didn’t want his testicles removed. In fact, he took their departure from his body hard. I bet you are wondering what would justify me taking a random stranger’s balls, right? He tried to force his loser dick in my mouth in a bar bathroom. If you ask me, he got off easy. I could have taken his entire dick. I should have removed his dick, but at least now he won’t be trying to force his puny wiener in any other woman. I carry several knives with me always. This one was tucked in the back of my pants. When he forced himself into the ladies’ room and pushed me on my knees, I grabbed it. He never saw it coming. He felt it when I sliced his balls off, however. The once macho attacker was now a bleeding, blubbering bitch boy. You will never have the upper hand on me. I am always expecting the worst behavior in men. Normally, when I take some one’s balls who has paid for junk removal, I cauterize the wound. I don’t care if you bleed out on the bathroom floor of a nightclub when you assault women.  I should have cut that loser’s dick off and used it to make an ass rape porn. I bet I could make a lot of money from a video where a nutless man got fucked in the ass with his severed dick.

 

Tinder Rape Phone Sex Fantasies Gone Bad

rape phone sex fantasiesDo you have rape phone sex fantasies? I am the force fuck queen. Men love to get rough with me on and off the phone. I had a Tinder date last night. He didn’t know my history as a submissive whore to daddy and his friends. I thought I could have some hot sex, smoke some weed and get rid of him. Justin had other plans. He didn’t want rough sex. He wanted to hurt me. He wanted to sodomize me. He even wanted to break my arm. I didn’t know guys like him were on Tinder. When I realized he was a masochistic asshole, I told him to leave.  He charged me in my own home. I was pinned to the wall with his hand around my throat. I kneed him in the balls to get free. That was not the smartest thing I have ever done before. It was a knee jerk reaction. Sometimes I am prepared to be abused, but this was not one of them. I ran for my phone once I broke free. I was going to call 911. I didn’t know this guy. That is what Tinder is. It is random hookups. He presented himself as a horny man into blondes and anal sex. Before I got my phone, he grabbed my arm. He twisted it behind my back, sending me to my knees. Suddenly, I was in intense pain. He said it was a spiral fracture and that if I continued to fight, I would have a lot more pain. For the next several hours I was his ass rape porn star. He forced his cock in my ass with no lube until I was bleeding and crying. He shot bloody jizz in my face, spit on me and reminded me he knew where I lived if I was thinking of calling the police. I went to the ER and said I fell down the stairs going to do the laundry.

Cannibalism Phone Sex: Some Men are Better Dead

cannibalism phone sexCannibalism phone sex is for men with certain tastes. Not all men with such fantasies are Hannibal Lector, however. I have quite a few men who fantasize about being devoured by a hot bitch with peculiar tastes. I have a different palette than most people. I like a good pig roast but without the pig. I don’t eat swine. I do eat man flesh, however. Cooked just right, it is a very satisfying meal. Low calorie too. William paid me to kill him. We had a contract so that nothing would come back on me. The law says that someone cannot pay for their murder. So, he technically took his own life with pills. I just drank wine and watched. And waited while the oven preheated. No one would find his body unless they inspected my shit. I love eating men that have just died. They taste better fresh. I broiled William in a big pot over an open flame. I buttered him, so his skin would cook evenly and a pretty golden brown. I added veggies from my garden and turned him into man stew. It tastes great and it is healthy. Not to mention it last for a long time. William did more good to me dead than alive. He fed me for a month. He was very self aware. He knew he could do more for me dead than alive. Are you that self aware? I am hungry again.

I suffocated that little bitch

Suffocation phone sexWhile babysitting this rotten little bitch, she wouldn’t shut the fuck up. Her crying was pissing me off so much, I couldn’t take the sound of her screaming any longer, it was like nails on a chalkboard! I grabbed a plastic bag from the kitchen and wrapped it around the youngster’s head so that she was suffocating with every gasping breath that she attempted to take. I loved watching her struggle for oxygen and slowly slip into her demise. Her neck was so tiny, it was begging for me to wrap my hands around it and strangle that last heartbeat out of her! Trust me, no one is going to miss this annoying ass rugrat, I did society a service by killing her off and burning her body so that she was nothing but a pile of bones and ash. I spit a big wad of saliva on to the pile of her remains and said to ‘rot in hell you disgusting piece of shit!’

Blasphemy Sex with Blair

blasphemy sexHe wanted blasphemy sex. He wanted me to hail Satan and curse God as we fucked. I may not be the most religious woman around. I worship at the house of cocaine, but it made me queasy to say what he wanted. If I didn’t deliver him a blasphemous hot time, he would have killed me. He made that very clear. My life depended on me telling him how much I love Satan. He gave me a cross and told me to fuck my whore pussy with it. Again, the thought of doing that made me uncomfortable, but not as uncomfortable as being dead. That would be something I couldn’t bounce back from. I spread my whore legs and I fucked my cunt like Linda Blair did in The Exorcist. I was bleeding from my pussy. I licked off my own pussy blood as I renounced God and begged for Satan to put a love brat inside my belly. I talked about wanting to have Satan’s spawn. My captor was aroused. His cock was hard listening to my blasphemous mouth. I would be spared snuff sex if I kept it up. I thought of all the horror movies I have seen in my life. I thought of all the peril I have been in and no higher power came to my aid, like now. This guy snatched me off the street. He was high as fuck and wanted to party. I thought he had coke, so I went begrudgingly. He chained me up to a beam in an abandoned warehouse. He yelled and screamed at me for hours. Made me hail Satan and sing blasphemous songs.  I never got any coke either. I got shot up with heroin.  I woke up in my own puke this morning with a bloody cross in my ass and a pentagram carved into my forehead. Being a slave to coke is dangerous.

Taboo Phone Sex: When a Whore Needs a Fix

taboo phone sexAs a taboo phone sex slut, no is not in my vocabulary. I struggle to tell anyone no, even strangers; especially strangers I need a fix from. I was out of options for coke. I had no money, so I did what I always do for a fast buck. I put on a short skirt and fishnet hose, teased out my hair and marched my old ass down to the corner of Main St. That is my neighborhood’s red light district. Among a sea of teen runaways, this old whore stands out. My pussy and ass are used up, so I can’t get the same price as a young tight cunt, but broke ass horny men purchase my old holes all the time. I don’t get the nice men or the sugar daddy types. I get the sadistic women haters; the fetish freaks and guys fucked up on drugs. Beggars can’t be choosers. This car full of young men offered me $100 for an hour. That would buy me coke, so I took it. We went into this old burned up warehouse nearby. I knew I was in trouble, but I was desperate to get high. The moment we were out of sight from the other whores, they started pulling my clothes off. They slapped me, even kicked and punched me. I was thinking they were not going to fuck me because they seemed to be enjoying abusing me. One of the guys said that I looked like I had a diseased cunt. Their solution was to fist me instead and fuck me with their beer bottles. I would have preferred being an ass rape porn star with cock over fists and bottles any day. Luckily, I can handle rough anal treatment, but my asshole still prolapsed. I still bled. I still fought back the tears. Once they had their fill of thrills, they spit on me and came on my face. One dude tossed me a $100 and told me to enjoy my dirty fix. A girl has to do what a girl has to do to get high.

Oh, I’m No Therapist

ass rape pornYou though I was some type of therapist?  I can smell a P daddy like you from a mile away.  I will recruit your sorry ass just like I did to all the rest of ’em.  Forcing you to watch ass rape porn with all these bald little cunnies in them.  Trying to turn away, I slap you in the face, hard.  You think I don’t see that bulge forming in the front of your pants?  You just don’t want to admit that young tight bald cunnies are what you really desire.  You try not looking at your daughter, but she keeps prancing around  the house in those pretty little panties and tank tops.  Not even close to beginning to develop yet, she has no idea of the perv thoughts that go through your head.  Don’t fight them any more.  I’ll turn you into the P daddy you really are deep inside.  Or else.