Category: Rape phone sex fantasies

Castration Phone Sex Because Some Men Need to Be Destroyed

Castration phone sex is something that I offer as a way of destroying men. Let’s fucking get with the times, men are overrated with their damned dicks. In fact I have encountered one too many that think with nothing more than a dick brain. It’s really pathetic.

So ultimately I chose to play their game by my rules. A little switch up of what they do, and have done for decades. Going out and preying on women to get some ass. Well, I choose to go out and hunt for castration worthy individuals.

Obviously this means the guys I will be consuming are going to be of high standards. Fucking guys that think their money allows them to take that pussy. Well, my sadistic needs allows me to take their dicks and balls.

Honestly these guys don’t deserve to procreate and so castration is best. However I rarely stop at slicing open those ball sacks. Nope I need to just cut the fucking tool of rape fantasies right off. This excites me to make their dicks into dildos for my collection.

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Rape Phone Sex Fantasies Explored in Dingy Spaces

rape phone sex fantasiesMen have rape phone sex fantasies. And I cannot escape those fantasies. Every time I meet a stranger, especially a younger one, he seems hell bent on fucking me like a whore. And usually, I find myself powerless in those situations. So, I let the men do whatever they want to me. It’s a matter of survival. And I have learned that it’s best to just take your punishment regardless if you think you deserve it or not.

Saturday night, I went barhopping. And although I’m not a big drinker, I find that most of the blue collar guys in these dive bars, share their coke and weed with me. For the most part, the blue collar guys don’t harm me. But this one bar I went to did not appear to be the dive bar I expected.

When I walked in, I only saw yuppie types. Men in suits drinking hipster beer like Pabst Blue Ribbon. Gross. That beer has been around since I was a little girl, and I think it tastes just as nasty. I’d rather drink bong water.

But since I am a taboo phone sex whore, I’m always in the wrong place at the wrong time. These yuppie type men looked at me like a piece of candy, and they hadn’t eaten in days. I think they wanted to fight over who fucked me first. Also, I think they assumed that because I came alone, I must be looking to get fucked. But I walked into that bar to get high not to get fucked.

I’m Always in The Wrong Place at the Wrong Time

Even though I could feel all those suit and tie guys checking me out, I sat at the bar and drank a glass of boxed wine before heading home. But somebody pulled me off the barstool and dragged me across the bar. They tossed me on top of the pool table. This almost felt like bad movie scene. A bad porn movie scene. It felt like whoever pulled me across the bar had such a good grip on my hair that I would lose some hair.

The night became a blur to me. I think the bartender put something in my drink. Maybe this place worked like that. Men tip the bartender heavily to drug a female patron’s drink, and then when the drug kicks in they gang bang her in the back of the bar. I did not go to that bar to be a gangbang rape porn star. But unfortunately, it’s me. Wherever I go men, feel the need to take advantage of me. But this night I only drank a couple glasses of shitty boxed wine. And that would not help me with what these men did to me.

Men Love to Force Fuck Me in Dingy Little Spaces

On that pool table, they fucked me not only with their cocks. But they also used pool sticks and beer bottles and their own fists to fuck my pussy and ass. Most of the night seems to be a big blur to me. But I still have a gaped ass that’s partially prolapsed, a swollen cunt, and lots of bruises on my body. It’s never the men you suspect of being capable of such violence against a woman. I guess I better stick to the dive bars I know and stay away from yuppie bars. Apparently, those boys fell nothing but rage, especially for a redheaded milf like me.

2 Girl Phone Sex With Rena And a Callers Taboo Fantasy

My caller had a hot 2 girl phone sex roleplay in mind that we played out the other day. I was his escort that he had been paying to fuck for a long time.  He loved fucking me and using me as a submissive little whore who let him freely use my holes how he wanted.  However, he had his eye on more. He wanted me to train and groom my young daughter to use her along with me.  I trained her holes and groomed her to be ready to take on his big, hard daddy like cock.

So the day came and I dressed her up in the shortest black skirt we could find.  One where when she bent over, you could see her perfect heart shaped ass.  Perfect for a cock to shove it’s way in between that bigger slit of the ass cheeks.  Long white stocking socks that went over the knees just under those said ass cheeks.  High heel mary jane shoes and a short halter like white top. He requested her shiny black hair be in pig tails and to have white cotton panties on her as well despite me telling him thongs are what girls wore with shirts as small as the one she had on.  He loved the cotton hanes panties that little girls wore.

The minute we got into the same room and he paid, he forced me down on my knees to suck his cock as he started playing with my daughters body, admiring every inch with both his hands and tongue.  He kissed along her neck as I sucked and gagged on his cock.  He forced her down on her knees with me and made her help get the spit I was accumulating from all the gagging out of my mouth.

I made out passionately with my daughter for awhile, sharing his big cock. Then I heard him say the magic words, “I’m ready to fuck your daughters ass.”

And I gave her the nod as if to say, “it’s time, let him fuck that tight young asshole sweetheart. “

Backdoor gangbanging with a massive incestual machine

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My evil master came up with a nasty plan, sick fuck brought back my incestual family to cum torture and abuse me, going right back to where my life of sexual sacrifice bagan, my younger days of abusive hell, the pain I grew to love. My pedo pecker uncle has a massive machine which broke me in, snuck into my room and popped my bloody cum cherry more than once.

The damn savage that master is set me up, tied me to my normal torture poll and wrapped me in chains. I expected the ritual and brutal beatings until my creaching creepy uncle walked in, I could hear his boots with his belt in hand, mommy right behind him. It’s just like the good old days, he shoved his cock up my ass so far, tearing, ripping, shredding my tight kitty. Mommy standing there, demanding and controlling, holding me down while her pussy was soiling, watching her offspring relive her nasty past.

My hips in the air, I’m on my tippy toes he’s so tall, pushing myself into his grown as he pulls the chains. ” I made you little bitch”, he yells, his anger got me moist, I could feel his breathe on my back. Mommy with her evil laugh, thrusting her crusty old pussy in my gagged face. Some things never change.

Gangbang rape fantasies blew and busted my shredded bunghole.

I’m bleeding, begging uncle pecker to stop but master wants his turn, spreading me even wide, pulling my hair, balls deep, I deserve this, I was born for this, double dicked, cock tip’s sliced me open, turned on by all this humiliation. Bloody cum running down my legs leaving a pathetic slave puddle beneath me.

Violent phone sex

Violent phone sex My slutty holes just love having violent phone sex, where I know all over with be hurt and sore. The anticipation building up not knowing where you’ll punish me next. Any and all the abuse you’re willing to give these fuck holes, gape and rip them with your fat cock. While I squirm and struggle with you stretching me making me drip everywhere. While I become addicted to each slap, spank, and cuts all over me. 

Yesterday I got to really be tortured, having him catch me in an alley on my way home. He had been watching my everyday routine seeing where I walked every day. He had gone up to talk to me, but I had been on my way to work and was in a rush, so I didn’t to talk to him. This just made him want me to suffer and be taught some manners. 

On my way home this time I could hear footsteps following behind me. Really close and getting closer, so I started walking a little fast and they did too. I looked back and it was him, with a big smirk on his face.  I turn to talk to him, but he just rolls his eyes so i keep walking. When I was about to pass by an alley, I felt someone grab my hair and drag me right into the dark alley. 

Throwing me to the ground saying now you’re going be such a good worthless cock sleeve. Bitches like you need to be punished and taught how to behave. He spat in my face and slapped me so hard I fell back down onto the ground. I see him taking off his belt, when I went to say something, he smacks me in the face with his best hard. I could feel the sting it had left behind he pushed me onto the ground again, hitting me hard all over with his leather belt. Marks all over me from the hard blows from the belt. 

He grabbed my hair and forced me to get on all fours. My hands and knees on the concrete like I was a little dog touching the dirty floor. He took a knife out of his pocket and runs it along my back, cutting the clothes I still had on off. Leaving me in just my bra and panties. He took my panties and ripped them with his hands, with my fuck holes in the air and ready to be punished. 

Gangbang Rape Porn is The Only Way This Old Whore Can Earn Money

gangbang rape pornI’ve made a lot of gangbang rape porn in my life. However, none of that was completely consensual. But I guess that’s the point, right? Men don’t want to do it if the woman’s into it. And they don’t want to watch it if it’s clearly looking like she’s begging for this to happen to her.

Most of the porn I’ve done qualifies in my mind as desperation porn. Stuff that I have done simply to earn money to get cocaine or to get myself out of some sort of trouble. The fastest way to money is using your body as a woman. But the older you get , the more used you get, and you can no longer command the same amount of money that you once could. So, you must start doing the more extreme shit. You need to start doing the stuff that you see on snuff phone sex sites.

I needed money badly this weekend. And oddly enough, I did not need money to buy cocaine. I had plenty of that. However, I wrecked my husband‘s Lexus under the influence. No bad weather to blame it on. And I didn’t think my husband would believe somebody hit me. So, I needed to earn some money to fix it. But this body shop that could do the work quickly for an extra fee before my husband came home from his business trip wanted 10 grand and I did not have 10 grand.

When I Need Money, I Can Use My Old Body

So, I went down to the wrong part of town and started selling my fuck holes. I told every guy anything goes. And if they wanted to be rough, it was $100 more. That’s how I made my money offering rough sex. Telling these random Johns they could do anything to me.

 One guy, a bus driver for a public school, wanted to buy the football team the opportunity to gangbang an old MILF. And that’s how I made most of the money to pay this body shop. Everybody pulled their resources, and I got about five grand out of them. But they did fuck me hard. They tied me up and force fucked my ass, my mouth and my pussy. Teen boys getting all their aggression out on this sexy mommy.

And they got rough with mommy. Choking me, gagging me, spitting on me, fisting me, even pissing on me. A few of them punched me, slapped me, kicked me too. But at least I had coke to get high. If my husband came home from his business trip and saw his prized car, looking like that he would know his wife still used coke. So, I had to take the abuse. I had to be their ass rape porn whore.

My Body Can Handle More Than You Would Expect

It went on for hours because I let them pay more money for round two. Perhaps I liked it more than I thought I would because of their age. These young teenage boys reminded me of my own sons. And these boys treated me like nothing more than a piece of meat. Mommy fuck meat to abuse. So young yet so full of aggression and hatred towards a mature woman. That both excited me and scared me at the same time.

I spent the better part of 12 hours down in the warehouse district letting men abuse me for a fee. Nobody fucked me quite as hard as that group of teenage boys and the bus driver, but all my holes got stretched and filled with cock and cum. And I earned enough money to fix my husband‘s car before he came home from his business trip. Once again, I used my body to dodge a bullet.

Castration phone sex is the way you get what you want

Castration phone sex Castration phone sex time, baby! For far too long, you’ve indulged in the fantasy of having those pesky balls removed, haven’t you? Well, no more, my dears! It’s time to stop dreaming and start taking action. You’ve got a hot, medical-grade, castrating mistress right here, ready to guide you through this transformative experience.
Imagine how amazing it will feel when they are totally gone. I make sure your balls are tied up tightly with a rubber band, cutting off circulation until they’re soft and swollen, primed for removal. Just picture yourself in that moment, my skilled hands snipping away, freeing you from the burdensome weight of your sack. And the relief, the sense of liberation that follows – it’s orgasmic.
I promise you, the result is more than worth it. And that’s just the start, my love. Mommy loves Medical fetish phone sex, and once you’ve experienced the rush of castration,  you will know you need something else removed. And I can do that for you. I’ll also make you a pretty little mound with some huge fat tits!

Torture Phone Sex Always Gets More Brutal Than I Imagine

torture phone sexI hate torture phone sex. Although I am submissive, I just never know what will happen. Everybody’s idea of torture seems to be different. Sometimes I might just get spanked. Other times I might get four fists up my ass at once.

It’s the same gamble when I answer looking for adult models ads. I only do it for cash to get coke. On Friday night, I showed up at this guy‘s house. This was not a studio production. This guy just wanted a whore to abuse.

So, this felt more like a prostitution gig versus nude modeling. He lived in the suburbs. And I checked him out to verify his identity first. He seemed like a normal suburban dad. Perfect family, and a good job. Minivan and an SUV in the driveway. Apparently, his wife and daughters went out of town to see the wife’s mother.

I figured he just needed a nasty slut to pound for a couple hours and get some aggression out. How dangerous could a suburban Dad be to me. Well, as usual, I thought wrong. This man appeared full of rage, and he took it out all on me. I came within inches of making a snuff porn.

The Men I Least Suspect of Being Violent, Turn Out to Be the Most Violent Men

He started spanking me, but that quickly proved boring to him. While I laid across his lap, he shoved his fist up my ass and turned me into a puppet. And while he suspended me in the air with just his fist up my ass, he took his other fist and shoved it up my cunt. And neither hole did he use any type of lubrication. He wanted me to feel it. And I did feel it.

He dropped me on the floor and kicked me in the gut a few times while I was down. I curled up in a ball to protect myself, and he just scooped me up and tossed me across the wall. It felt like I hit a brick wall. I did not even put a hole in the wall, but my head appeared to be bleeding because I could taste blood as it trickled down my face. When I told him I did not sign up for this, he grabbed me hard by the throat and penned me against the wall. Then he punched me in the stomach until I puked.

Some Men, Many Men, Get a Thrill Out of Abusing Me

And he got super angry that I puked. I tried to explain that I could not help but puke under the circumstances. But he pushed my face in my own puke like a dog that pissed on his rug. I tried my hardest not to puke again as I licked up my own fucking vomit. Every time I tried to come up, he put his foot on the back of my head and shoved me right back down in it. And while he pinned me down, he pissed on me and made me drink it up off the floor too. This man teaches high school history. How stressful can that be to be this angry?

But he seemed filled with rage. And I had no clue where that rage came from. All I knew was that all his rage seemed directed at me. Honestly, I think he would’ve killed me if he did not get a text from his wife saying one of their daughters became sick and they needed to return home early. It surprised me that he even paid me what we agreed on.

I think the payment bought my silence more than anything else. He did not have time to kill me, thankfully. So, I guess his daughter getting ill saved my life. I didn’t mind being his ass rape porn slave, But I didn’t want to die. However, I know, every day I get closer to running out of my nine lives.

Torture Sex The Best Live Gaping Scenes of Hot Ass

There I was just coming to and out of an intense black out slumber. The night before I stumbled into an Torture sex party and quickly got taken. These big men grabbed me as soon as I walked through the doors.

Once they got me to the torture room with cameras all around I knew this may be my end. I have seen these dark web live cam movies of torture. And there I was restrained and stripped. There was a couple of big four legged beasts in the room along side the two Executioner looking men.

If I was anyone else I would be screaming and crying. However I was oddly turned on and fascinated on the plans. But I dared not try to speak. The first guy started to slap at my cunt and invited Bobo over. He was a furry big creature. First he sniffed and then I was mounted.

Once pushed down on all fours the beasts got their turns. Then I was whipped across my backside and strangled. The moment the belt went around my neck the bigger beast guy mounted me in the ass. That big throbbing dick I felt as though my asshole would rip.

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Then I started to fall in and out of consciousness before completely passing out. The night was really a fog but when I looked down at my tattered and bruised body I knew I gave a good show.

Some Snuff Movies are Real and I Can Tell the Difference

snuff moviesI love watching snuff movies. Sometimes I see movies, and I recognize a girl. A girl like me made this sort of snuff flick for money. And I know they are fake. But then occasionally, I will see one with a girl that I knew from the circuit who just disappeared. I never saw her again. And it left me wondering if I watched a real snuff flicks like 8 mm.

I decided to do a little sleuthing recently with the Help of a guy I party with. About five years ago, I met this young runaway named Abby. Hooking on the street proved too dangerous for her. One guy broke her arm. And another one broke her jaw. Snuff films might get rough, but nobody would break her bones or steal her money. Plus, she could make a lot more money just doing one snuff porn every couple weeks than she could probably in a month of hooking on the streets.

Then she just disappeared. And I feared one of her Johns killed her. I thought maybe she went back to prostitution until I saw the snuff film that looked so real. And she was the star. My party friend and I did some sleuthing, and it led us to this underground snuff studio that I never even knew existed. But now I know why. It’s for private collectors.

Sometimes, I Recognize a Girl in a Snuff Film Who I Never Saw Again

Men pay good money for a one and done film. That’s just a way of saying that it was a real snuff film and the victim did not survive. I don’t know how Abby ended up here, but I felt somewhat responsible for leading her into the world of snuff because I thought it would be safer for her. But I inadvertently caused her death.

I still wanted to know who was behind the snuff studio, though. So, I did some more sleuthing. And I almost got myself killed. It led me to this guy who used to work with my very violent ex master who kept a bunch of young girls and sex slaves, then killed them when he no longer had use for them.

But I bought my freedom, one young girl at a time. And this guy worked for my master as his right-hand man. He supposedly took care of the bodies for master. But apparently, he let a few of them live long enough to sell them to the highest bidder and make a snuff movie with them, letting the private collector kill her.

I Can Help You Make a Real Snuff Film

He caught me snooping around, and I saw that look in his eye. I feared I would be next. But I am scrappy. I’ve been on my own since my teens. I survived an abusive father. And I survived life on the streets. Then I survived snuff sex movies and my former master. So, I knew I could survive this guy too. I made a deal. But first, I explained how I ended up at his studio. And I told him he needed to hide his identity better since I found him in a few days.

I explained that I could help him find the talent for his snuff movie operation. And I could help him better hide his tracks. If his former partner, my former master, ever discovered that he did not instantly do away with the girls he ordered him to kill he would end up dead too. And he knew that was true. So now I have a new partner in crime. And we are going to make beautiful violent one and done real snuff flicks together. So, if you need a certain talent for your violent perverted needs, I know I can find you the right starlet,