I will never turn down an invitation to join a good party, Seriously, hell would have to freeze the fuck over, and even there I would be out in a fur-lined coat and Goldbergh snow boots still ready to kick it around a burn barrel with those hell demons. So, when a group of dudes from the liquor store handed me a handwritten party invite, who would have thought it would be a gangbang rape porn taping session? Instead, I considered it a personal treat and assured them I would be there. It wasn’t until the next evening and the guys told me it was going to be so much fun it would blow my mind. However, after getting dressed in a tight pink dress and heels I discovered the party was in a run-down house in the middle of an abandoned neighborhood.
Honestly, I wish I could say this threw some red flags for me but my sense of danger does not run that deep. After all, I have been to some dope parties held in some major Ls. So I exited my vehicle and straightened my dress out. As I headed up to the dingy door of the derelict building I double-checked that the address I had on my invite matched the house. I knocked a couple of times and the door opened quickly. Flashes of light came from inside the house blinding me. I held up my arm to shield my eyes from its fierce glow. I could hear a lot of male voices like a roar and as I tried to make sense of the situation something grabbed my wrist and pulled me in.
I squealed, continuing to be blinded by what appeared to be a ton of flashlights shining directly at me. My clothes began to be ripped from my body without warning, my skin cold as it met the air of the abandoned house. Attempting to collect myself I tried to gather information about my surroundings. The ground was an unkept wood floor, debris, dirt, and dust covered it, an occasional fresh shoe print scuffled throughout. I felt a push on the back of my head forcing me to look down when suddenly a sting whipped across my naked ass cheeks. I screamed out in pain as a deep voice yelled at me to move forward.
I screamed for help, and the men laughed. I was unaware of how many there were just a lot of them. There was no chance of me beating them so I tried not to resist. I just continued slowly moving in the direction I was being shoved and whipped staring down at my perfectly pedicured feet still in my heels. The room I was entering was lit. Weapons and BDSM tools lined the walls. On the ground was a dirty mattress and in the middle of the room a wooden saw horse that looked rather tough.
I would immediately find out how rough too as I was thrown over the saw horse and strapped down so that my ass was in the air. I had no option now. I was to be used, every last hole of my body for their enjoyment. My arms and legs were secured to each of the saw horse legs there was no way that I could resist. After hours of men using my tight body for their fuck toy pleasure I was released and laid onto my mattress. My body was tired and soar from being their personal fuck puppet. However, that was not the end of my night. Clamps were suddenly closed tightly onto my nipple. I moaned out in pain as my legs were hoisted into the air. Again I was to be fucked over and over again. The mix of pain and humiliation forced me to cum hard against their dicks. They now knew I was enjoying it as much as they were, my own body betraying me. I passed out from the intensity. When I woke up I was in my own bed. If it wasn’t fuck my bloody ass and cunt and soar nipples I would have thought it was a dream. Beside my bed was a thank you note and flowers from the frat boys thanking me for making their gangbang rape porn fantasies come true.
Bondage phone sex always gets kinky with me. This guy who likes to tie me up in exchange for coke, gets kinkier every encounter we have. I love bondage, but even for a BDSM whore, it can go too far. Tony is a drug dealer. He is a rouge one, not tied to any cartel, but he likes to tie up women. I think he does as much blow as he gives. But his blow always requires some pain. He tied me up in a way that I did not think I would ever be able to get out of. I was strung up, suspended in air like a marionette puppet. My arms and legs dangling uncomfortably. He had a cattle prod that he kept zapping me with to watch my limbs move. When he shoved it up my ass, my entire body jumped. It made me piss too. He basked in my golden nectar though. As my piss sprayed his face, he began smacking me with his leather belt. I yelped in pain. He was doing coke, taunting me. I am a taboo phone sex slut, but I can only go so far sober. I needed coke if he was going to whip me like that. I begged for a bump, but he was not interested in getting me coked up until after he had his sadistic fun. He is a different guy when coked up. But then I am different woman when high too. I could not move. I felt the rope digging into my flesh every time he shocked me. My body would jerk and the ropes would cut my flesh with my involuntary movements. Tony was naked with a hard cock ready for me to beg for cock and coke, and in that order too. I begged to be his ass rape porn star not because I wanted his cock up my ass, but because I wanted that coke and that was the only way to get it. The things I endure for coke. Now, I must explain these ligature marks to my husband.
