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Forced to Star in Home Made Ass Rape Porn

Ass Rape Porn

I’ll never be the same after this first date. Evan and I have been Texting for weeks. But I never thought our first date would turn into us making a home made ass rape porn. I guess I shouldn’t have sent all those nudes of my ass.

We ended the night at his place. He said he had the new Conjuring movie, and Ive been dying to see it. But once we got back to his house the movie was never played. Evan kept grabbing my ass all night. He gave me this drink. I drank it like a dumbass, and remember it making me so dizzy and warm.  So hot, I took all my clothes off. Exposing my tits, pussy and ass.

That’s when he brought it out and told me to bend and spread my ass cheeks for the camera

All Evan had to do was tell me what to do and for some fucking reason I was compelled to do it. He made me do the most degrading things for the camera like slapping myself, spank my pussy and I even had to fuck a beer bottle. Shoving it in an out of my Pussy.

All of a sudden, Evan Slapped me and throwed me down on the hard cold floor. Snatching me back by my hair. I screamed and begged for him to stop, but he wouldn’t.  He put my face right up to the camera lens.

“Say Hi, To all the people watching Faith”

I screamed, as he wound his hand tighter in my hair. Bending me over and shoving his dick hard in my ass. Dry. It hurt so bad. The walls of my asshole were being torn, ripped and shredded. As he pumped his cock into me,  I felt the warm rush of wetness, and knew it was my blood lubing me. He was assaulting my asshole for people to see. My face shoved to the floor, Ass in the air. Evan put his foot on my head, smashing it into the ground. He pounded hard and fast until his release. Grunting and moaning as his cock pumped jizz into my bloody hole.

 

Bad Babysitter Phone Sex Lets You Fuck the Neighbor Girl

babysitter phone sexI love being a member of the bad babysitter phone sex club. At this point, I feel like I should get some sort of participation plaque for helping so many men fuck some young thing who I babysat. I have quite a good thing going. I’ve become the master of disguise with over 40 fake IDs. And different looks to keep me off the radar too.

Some parents might not even realize what happened to their little darling while in my care anyway. I do a good job of cleanup. But some of these little bitches and bastards will complain about sore holes the next day. And that’s why I never babysit using the same name twice. Most recently, one little girl had to disappear. So now, I must hang up the babysitter hat for about a month or so till things die down. But the money this guy paid me for clean-up made the risk worth it. But I love being the accomplice too.

Let me tell you what happened. Mark, not his real name to protect the guilty, hired me to babysit the neighbor girl. Now I did have to get hired first, but Mark gave me all the information I would need to make myself a desirable candidate to that little girl’s parents. And they hired me. Well, they hired Marie, one of my aliases.

As the Accomplice, I Take the Risks for You

Once the parents left the house, he would come over and fuck the little girl. Now I thought he just wanted to explore his rape phone sex fantasies for the schoolgirl. He didn’t say anything about snuff. But I think his dick and his mind were not on the same page. His dick wanted to keep enjoying that tight little pussy. However, his mind told him she’d be able to identify him even drugged.

I threw out a number thinking that would deter him from killing her because I would have to disappear for a while too. But he agreed. He didn’t strike me as the type that had snuff kind of money. Not sure what else he’s doing on a teacher salary, but he paid me an extra hundred thousand dollars to dispose of her body once he choked her out. Maybe his wife has the money. Who knows; I didn’t care. He killed her. And I took his money to dispose of her body.

I carried her lifeless little body to my car, avoiding the security cameras. And I drove her way out to the lake and weighed her body down so she would sink. She is fish food now. And I just disappeared with the body and all the sheets that would have her DNA on it. And more importantly, my client’s DNA on it too.

I’m a good accomplice phone sex partner. I take all the risks so you can have all the fun. Who knew a teacher had that kind of money or that he’d be willing to pay it just to fuck the neighbor girl. But I don’t look a gift horse in the mouth. His money spends just like any rich pervert’s money does.

Rape Phone Sex Fantasies Explored with This Mommy

rape phone sex fantasiesMen have rape phone sex fantasies for women. I’ve known this most of my life. I’ve experienced it most of my life. Usually, in some way, I’m asking for it. I know that goes against the grain of feminism, but I’m not a feminist. I’m a druggie whore and because of my cocaine addiction, I often put myself in dangerous situations. However, last night, I was just sleeping.

As I woke up to use the restroom, I noticed my husband sitting in the chair, but that seemed odd to me. Was I dreaming? I wiped the sleep from my eyes and turned on the little night light. And that’s when I saw his face. A stranger. And he was holding a knife to my husband’s throat. He looked at me with steel eyes, told me to get back into bed and spread my legs. I did as he told me because it appeared my husband’s life depended on it.

This intruder tied my husband up. And then he forced him to watch him fuck his wife. I had no coke. So, I felt way too sober for a home invasion phone sex fantasy, but I had no choice. This did not seem like a fantasy. I did my best to just get through it. And I thought I did. Once the guy nutted inside me, he dismounted and looked at my husband and told him that I had some good fuck meat.

I told my husband I would be OK. My husband doesn’t know half the shit that I’ve let happen to me over the years just to score some free cocaine. Little home invasion combined with some forced fucking seemed minor in comparison.

Not Everything Bad That Happens has a Reason Why

But this asshole was not finished with us yet. He woke up our boys and made them come into the bedroom. He told them that if they did not fuck me, he would slit all our throats. Now this guy does not have any clue that I already fuck my boys. But I know how sick minds work thanks to this job.

So, I acted like I didn’t want to violate the sacred mother son bond. But he pressed the knife against my youngest son’s throat, just enough to make him bleed a little. So, I told my boys it would all be OK, and to just do what he says. And my boys knew they needed to act like they didn’t want to do this either.

After each of my sons fucked me, this guy got hard again and decided to make me his ass rape porn star too. So, my boys and my husband had to watch him violate my asshole. Perhaps somebody should nominate me for an academy award. I think I made that intruder truly believe that he ruined my life. I think the only one to truly be distraught over the events that transpired in my bedroom that night was my husband. The next day, my boys told me they thought I arranged it. Not this time.

Twisted family taboo with little Ms. Belle

Domination phone sex

Mommy made me do it, sucking fuck big daddy dicks that came through. She’d sell me on the side of the road at such a young age that now I crave punishment. She didn’t care give a flying fuck whether I was dead or alive, she just wanted to make some nasty cash of my sweet little fuzzy growing fanny. I was a prized possession of my Evil uncle, taking his rage and rape fantasies out on me ever since I was a little whore. 

I got so used to uncle tying me up to the pole out in the back, putting my arms in chains with my legs behind my back, beating me till I pass out in the cold, while my brothers watched, jacking their thin shafts spraying me down with their goey chunk filled cum.  Mommy loved to watch, getting off, rubbing her gaping nasty wet sloppy snatch. 

You could be my uncle too, your evil sadistic side makes me cream as you make me suffer and cry. You’re my master, nasty with knives, stretching and filling every god damn hole, always leave me dripping in fecal bloody cum. Shred, rip, I need the brutal assault on all my body parts. I need your pain and humiliation loaded inside inside me. 

Rena Becomes Your Favorite Accomplice Phone Sex Whore

Accomplice phone sexI enjoyed being your accomplice phone sex slut so much my cunt hurt as much as we hurt that young ones we took to play with.  This time,  the victim was not me but rather the little whore we decided to throw in the van and bring back to your place.

She was young and innocent, her body trembling with fear beneath the harsh glare of the light. We decided to make a video of our fun with her young little holes. As you led her to the makeshift stage in the warehouse, I knew what was about to happen. My heart raced in anticipation for both their pleasure and mine.  I could see your cock throbbing through your pants.

I approached you from behind, my hands sliding up under your jacket to caress your hardened cock through his pants. “You know,” I whispered into your ear, “she looks like she could use some warming up before we get started.” You turned towards me with a predatory grin that sent shivers down my spine. “That’s why you are here, you get me so fucking hard for this young pussy.”

He pushed my face in between the  the terrified girls cunt.  I fingered her tight holes to loosen them up for you. Boy did I ever. Kissing along her inner thighs softly at first then more roughly as if marking territory while rubbing myself against those delicious folds soaked with arousal juices from earlier stimulation.  I plunged two fingers deep inside causing an audible gasp escape from between those duct taped lips signaling how ready she was for your cock.

With one swift move, I knelt between her legs and spread them wide open revealing her tight little cunt open towards your cock and grabbed you by the shaft, her holes were now ready…

Evil phone sex with Stephanie the snuff loving slut

evil phone sex

 

I know that Daddy is pounding his fat dick right now and getting ready for the most twisted and evil phone sex ever. He’s just as fucked in the head as I am and the gory details of my mutilation fantasies make his cock twitch and throb. We do this all the time and it’s always just as hot as the first time. Whatcha wanna talk about tonight Daddy? How about we torture that stupid ex slut of yours and her little sister again? My pussy is getting all wet just thinking about her screaming and pleading for her life. I want to hand your ex whore a knife and make her be the one that rips into her innocent, little sister and starts pulling her guts out. I’ll be whipping her with a chain, shredding her skin every time she hesitates to stab, slice and cut into the little bitch. She’s going to be the one that cuts her little sister’s head off and holds it while you drill your evil dick into it. While she’s crying like a dumb bitch and being forced to saw away at her sister’s throat, I’ll be in her ear reminding her that she’s next. Blow your load in her sister’s skull while I hold this bitch by the hair and start slicing her throat and taking her head off too. You already know how wet and hot my pussy is right now Daddy. I’m finger fucking my horny slut cunt and getting ready to talk about how we’re both going to hell for being so twisted and evil!

Men Pay Me for a Snuff Sex Death and Sometimes, It is Their Death

snuff sexAlthough it’s true that men hire me for snuff sex, it is as the accomplice mostly. Men want me to help them either exact revenge on some gold digging whore, or they just want to fuck something young and tight. However, Tom wanted to die. And he wanted me to be the one to do it.

I try not to ask any questions. I’m a hired gun, but most of my experiences fall into the realm of the accomplice or the victim. I was hesitant at first to take this gig. However, I’d be stupid to pass up that kind of money. Will the world miss a loser. Plus, the guy appeared very non-threatening. I appeared both taller and stronger than him. So, I thought about it, and took the gig. I needed the money. And he wanted to die.

I have learned not to ask too many questions. But this guy told me his life story. He’s pretty much been a loser from day one. And in his attempts to not be a loser, he found himself overextended financially. To make himself more appealing to women, he borrowed a bunch of money that he had no way of paying back.

And he borrowed from the wrong men who planned to kill him and make it hurt.  I think he hired me to kill him more humanely without all the torture sex. Sort of like euthanasia. No doubt, he paid me to kill him with money he borrowed from loan sharks, but a small sliver of what he owes them, I am sure.

Some Me Pay Me to Kill Others for Them, But Some Hire Me to Kill Them

He borrowed all this money to impress one girl who was not impressed because whatever money he had turned out to never be enough for her. Personally, I think she should’ve died over him, but I took the money and did the job.

Although this was supposed to be a humane death, I did not have access to drugs that can kill people humanely. But I did have access to some Xanax and muscle relaxers. So, I crushed them and made him a special cocktail to subdue him. I planned to utilize suffocation phone sex techniques. It seemed more humane than using a knife or a gun. Less clean up too.

So, once the drugs kicked in, I sat on his face. I could smother him with my pussy. Eating a bitch way out of your league seemed like a humane way to die to me. However, he began to thrash around as my thighs squeezed the sides of his head. And he tried to fight me. I gave him a lot of drugs. He should not have been that feisty. So, I had a problem.

And suddenly this gig became messy and inhumane. I grabbed a knife that I had in my back pocket in case of an emergency. This seemed like an emergency. I did not want to die because some loser suddenly got the will to live as I tried to kill him. So, I slit his throat. He bled out all over his floor.

Seriously, I never thought he would fight me. But he’s dead now. And I’m 50 grand richer. To think, I almost didn’t take this gig and I felt sorry for him initially. But after that struggle, all I could think about was finding the next man who needs to die.

I Punished My Neighbor’s Pathetic Little Son

Ass rape porn

 

My neighbor caught me dominating his pathetic sissy son. I had my 12 inch strap deep in his little tight asshole, tied down so he could run nowhere. The little fucker is a bad annoying boy, who doesn’t have respect for anyone. I couldn’t help myself but to give him a well deserved punishment. His dad wasn’t there thought he was at work. So I took him in his garage and tied him down then I began to spank him. I spanked him until his little ass turned nice and red. He tells me his daddy is going to make me pay for doing this to him. So I went further since daddy was going to get me, why not give him a real reason too. I put my 12 inch strap on and forced it in his tight little asshole. Very fucking tight, I literally tore his ass open and made him bleed. But I was satisfied thinking about how he will think twice before being a bad little shit again. But just as I was telling him if he didn’t want this to happen again then he would be a good boy. His dad busted in the garage door throwing me off his son and onto the floor. He was in a rage seeing he now sissy son tied and bent over. He slapped me three times back to back and grabbed me by my hair in a tight grip making me look at him. But I had a smirk on my face and that pissed him off even more. He ripped my dress off, as he tells me he’s going to do me the same way I just did his pathetic son. He flipped me over my ass and fat bald pussy right in his face. He spits on my asshole and forces his fingers deep in my asshole aggressively. Secretly I was excited to be getting punished, I need a good fucking. 

Snuff Phone Sex Fantasies Will End Me One Day

snuff phone sexSnuff phone sex fantasies most men have. And for whatever reason men like that gravitate to me. It’s like they have a six sense and feel my vulnerability and my desperateness for coke. But last night, I walked into a lair of killer men.

I decided to go barhopping last night. I had no intention of getting into too much trouble. Maybe suck a few dicks and get some coke. Have some fun and crawl back into bed with my husband. And my plan seemed to be working. Most of the guys I blew appeared to be normal guys. Just partying because they did not need to work today. I have long found that the night before a holiday, the bars get packed with men just looking to blow off some steam.

But one of the bars I walked into had a much different vibe than the others. A darker vibe. A new bar. I should have called it quits before I came here. Apparently, this bar doubles as a snuff porn studio too. Women walk into the bar, but they rarely walk out. And I discovered the hard way what this place was really all about. Apparently for the men, it’s a membership only place that cums with a healthy price tag. Men pay half 1 million a year to visit this bar. But what they get for their money seems priceless according to the members.

Even When I Do Not Go Looking for Trouble, It Finds Me

When an unsuspecting woman like me stumbles into this mysterious new bar, she finds herself in the labyrinth of hell. Different rooms provide its own form of hell for a woman. I felt like I walked into something out of Eli Roth’s movie Hostel. I literally walked across broken glass. And that disabled me. When I fell to my knees, men dick slapped me, and skull fuck me. As my feet bled, I felt shards of glass digging into my knees.

That felt like nothing. The next room men strapped me to a slab of concrete and tortured me with electrical currents until I pissed myself. I hate being shocked. And this seemed more elaborate than anything I experienced before. Most men just use a cattle prod on me. But this contraption included little stickers they attached to the most sensitive parts of my body. They shocked me in unison. Pure torture sex. They even put stickers inside my cunt and over my asshole too. So, that explains why I pissed and shit myself in the bar.

One of These Days, I Will Run Out of Nine Lives

I didn’t make it through all the rooms in that bar. But only because I knew one of the guys in this torture den. My husband‘s brother. Never in 1 million years thought I’d see him in a place like this. So, I guess that goes to show you that you can’t always judge a book by its cover.

This guy is a money market man. He manages the wealth of a lot of people in our community. When I recognized him, I thought for sure he killed me just to keep his secret. But he thought about my boys and did not want them to lose their mother. So, he showed me the trap door that allowed me to escape.

But I smelled like piss. And burning flesh. My knees and my feet bled. And I did not have my clothes. A homeless man in an alley gave me some old dirty clothes to wear so that I could get home. Thank God, my husband takes Ambien at night. He slept through me coming home showering and crawling back into bed with him like nothing happened. But no doubt he might notice that I’m limping today. It’s hard to walk when your feet hurt from shards of glass.

I still can’t believe I saw my brother-in-law in a place like that. And I know for a fact that this likely will come back to bite me in the ass. Just like my stepson owns me. I think my brother-in-law does now too. But now I know a bar to avoid like the plague. I had no idea that something so sinister even existed in my small town. I should’ve stopped barhopping before I even got to this macabre torture chamber masking as a bar.

Rape phone sex fantasies

 

Rape phone sex fantasies

Damn, I can’t even explain how much I love rape phone sex fantasies. Especially after being used like a worthless fuck toy. Struggling to move and get away but still wanting them to use all my tight slutty fuck holes. The rape fantasies just make me wet fucking cunt just throb so much. It’s always on my mind, whenever I leave the house, I’m always hoping one or multiple men just come and ravage me and take my pathetic little holes. This weekend I was absolutely taken abused, I loved them tying me up, choking me and shoving the hard fat cocks down my fucking throat. Holding my nose so I couldn’t breathe making me squirm and struggling yet not going anywhere no matter much I squirmed. They would let me gasp for air, just to shove another big hard dick down my throat again. Making all my holes their cock sleeves that they use and use till they feel satisfied. I mean that’s all my slutty hole is good for anyways. I was meant to have torture sex where I can barely move and be spanked with different objects so that it leaves marks on my ass and tits. Bondage where everything is exposed and ready to spit on and have cum smeared all over. Getting my face slapped so hard it bruised, and all my clothes so ripped that I can’t even put them back on. And that’s exactly what they did, ripped my outfit to pieces and used it to wipe there sweat from violating my fuck holes. I had to walk home naked and risk getting my holes used again by any horny man that walks by that wants to take what he wants. Marks everywhere and not a single bit of regret, just wanting more and more.  I will always be such a fucking whore for any, and all nasty kinky fantasies, my filthy fuck holes can’t resist it.