Rape phone sex fantasies are fun to explore with my callers. Just don’t tell a guy you are fucking that you get off to being force fucked. I’m seeing this new guy and we shared our dark fantasies. I told him, I had a stranger rape fantasy. The very next day as I was walking home from the corner store after picking up some cigarettes and alcohol, a few guys jumped me in the alley. I thought to myself, what a coincidence? I wasn’t too scared in reality, but I played the part. I screamed and begged for mercy. Informed my attackers I would do anything they wanted if they just didn’t hurt me. They roughed me up quite a bit, even bound my legs and arms so I couldn’t run away. They violated all my holes at once, called me names, even pissed in my face. Never once did they call me anything but whore. As they were skull fucking me and strangling my throat, I began to wonder if this wasn’t coincidence after all. My guy would not get that rough with me. He certainly wouldn’t damage me. He likes fucking me, doesn’t want to ruin me. I started to really get scared, no more play acting. When one of my assailants broke off a dirty beer bottle and sodomized my ass til it tore, I knew this was not an arranged attack. But I was mistaken. It was arranged. After they came in me, beat me up and sodomized me with a broken bottle, I was informed this was a message from Mr. Payton not to cheat on him. Apparently one of my masters caught wind of the fact that I was dating a normal guy and enjoying sex. He didn’t like it much. Stupid submissive whores don’t have boyfriends. They have masters. Another lesson learned the hard way.
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