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Ass Rape Porn Roleplay

ass rape pornAss rape porn was not how I planned on celebrating Thanksgiving. I have no family. My mom left me when I was a wee girl. My daddy just beat me and fucked me until I ran away. I may have siblings I do not know about, but I have not seen my parents since the 90s. Holidays are rather lonely times for a worthless bimbo like me. Instead of wallowing in self-pity, I got dressed up and went to a local tavern. I did not know that they had to close by 10 pm because of COVID. I had only been there an hour, so I was nowhere near drunk. This handsome man asked me if I wanted to keep the party going. He looked harmless. He seemed nice. I did not want to be alone, so I went back to his place with him. He was not very tall. Nor was he beef caked up. I figured I could take him being as tall as I am if his inner devil made an appearance. I was not prepared to be drugged. I should no better than that. I guess I let the holiday blues cloud my better judgement. I woke up naked tied to a workout bench with his cock in my ass. I tried to fight, but he had me duck taped to this bench. He was calling me Margie. I think he was living out some of his rape phone sex fantasies for a woman named Margie. He was in some violent fugue state. He was just fucking me. Making no sense. Violent, intense thrusts in my ass. The force with which he penetrated me with, rubbed my arms against the bar, breaking the tape. I got loose, but not for long.  He slapped me hard. I stumbled backwards and he tackled me. He kept calling me Margie as he continued to sodomize me. Eventually he passed out and I got away. Not without some damage to my asshole, however. Maybe Margie rejected him or was his sister who cock teased him. If you need a holiday escape, maybe I can offer you some violent roleplay phone sex fun?


Bondage Phone Sex Gone Wrong

bondage phone sexBondage phone sex can go horribly wrong when you are a druggy whore. One of the ways I make extra money to score coke is with bondage shoots. I enjoy being bound and gagged for photographers. It makes me feel vulnerable. It requires trust. I must trust the photographer. Trust that he is taking pictures for some sort of fetish site and not going to hurt me. The truth is though, that if I am restrained, you can do anything you want to me. Stuff a ball gag in my mouth and I cannot scream for help. This makes me your perfect victim. I agreed to a bondage shoot with the guy I did not know. Coronavirus has limited my options for making money to buy coke, so I answered an ad on a fetish site. I thought he was just looking for models to profit from. A photographer pays women like me to be his model. He then makes way more money from selling the pictures to many different online rags. I never have ownership of the pictures, even though I am the model. The guy seemed fine. He had an assistant who tied me up and helped me into certain poses. He was polite while taking pictures, then suddenly Mr. Hyde disappeared, and I was dealing with Dr. Jeckel.  He got verbally abusive. He spewed a litany of insults at me. His assistant started yanking the ropes like a sick puppeteer. My arms were restrained behind my back and I could feel him pulling tightly like he wanted to fracture my arm. I was not just uncomfortable; I was in pain. His assistant came around to the front of me and spit in my face before he began using me as a punching bag. He broke my nose. Fractured some ribs. I passed out strung up on my tippy toes. What woke me was the impact my body made on the floor when he cut me loose. They were not done yet. I agreed to a bondage shoot, but what I made was a gangbang rape porn. Other men came into the room and fucked my pussy and sodomized my ass for hours. At least I still got paid. The coke I bought helped dull the pain until it did not.


Nothing You Can Do About It

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He had me buck naked with a vibrator inside of my bald pussy. He tied me to the chair so I couldn’t go anywhere and left the vibrator inside of me, making me cum over and over again without choice. He had me sitting there facing the bed as he had her naked and tied to the bed. I had to watch him do all those naughty things to her that he once did to me when he first took me. She looked so helpless and so scared. His cock was rock hard at her fear. She was crying and mumbling through the gag. I’m sure she was begging to be let go. I was positive she was asking him not to hurt her. Oh, but he was. He is going to make you cry and cum and beg. You will hurt for days. He will force his cock inside of your sweet innocent pussy over and over again. When it is too sore for you to take the beating his cock is giving your pussy, he will flip you over and violate that sweet tight ass of yours. He will fill your up will his cum and there is nothing you can do about it.

 

 

 


Violent Torture Sex Movies Turn Me On

torture sexTorture sex turns me on. I will watch lots of torture porn movies. That is what I call horror films like Saw and Hostel. I love them. I enjoy seeing women mutilated, dismembered and eviscerated. I masturbate to that kind of gory violence. I know I am warped. I was home alone last night. My husband and the boys are on a fishing trip. I stayed back because I require a bed and indoor plumbing. Plus, I wanted to get high. In a tent with my sons and husband, not much alone time to get high. I tried the camping thing once with them and it did not go well, so I stayed backed to party. I was watching all these violent horror movies, snorting lines and playing with my pussy. Honestly, I was super horny. I got on Alt.Com to see if I could find a playmate for the night. That is a fetish hook-up site. I was happy to discover a neighbor on there. He lives a few blocks away. Married like me but likes his sex life to have a bit of kink. He came over after his wife went to sleep. He had a gym bag with him. A bag of tricks he called it. He did a line with me, put on some snuff porn and started to abuse my body. I had to call him sir. It began with nipple clamps, restraints and some flogging. Then he did more coke and got more violent. He started fisting my asshole and pulling the chain on my nipples until they bled. I was wet as could be. He made me lick his fist clean which had bits of shit and blood on it. I just licked my lips and begged for more. For hours we played rough BDSM games. My body was bruised and battered the next morning. I just did some more coke and went back on Alt.com for another playmate.


I Always Need Domination Phone Sex

domination phone sexI always need domination phone sex.  You would think because I am almost 40 and have a family, I would know what a good woman should do. I tend to steal coke from people thinking they will not notice. I am druggy whore.  I guess you could call me a junkie. My husband cut my allowance off ions ago. He realized I was putting money up my nose and not using it for groceries and stuff. Now I must barter my body for coke or pinch some when I can. I was at a party last night. There were bowls of coke everywhere. The problem was I was not a guest. I was working off a debt as part of the service team. No, I was not serving drinks or food. I was there to get fucked and swallow cum and piss.  When folks were not looking, I took some coke here and there. How would they know? This party had over 100 guests. I was doing the best that I could to be discrete, but I did not think about hidden cameras. After the party, I was set to leave. I was coated in cum and piss. I had my coat on and someone pulled my hair back. It was the mistress of the party. She told me I could not leave until I worked off the coke I stole from her. Damn. I thought I was being sneaky, but I was busted. She tossed me in her dungeon and let her husband and some of his friends gangbang me. They sodomized me for hours. Spanked me, choked me, punched me and coated me in more cum and piss. The mistress chained me up overnight in her dungeon too. I was chained naked and forced to sleep on a cold concrete floor. When I was released, I was kicked out naked with no coke, no shoes, and no money to get home. My ordeal to get home is a story for another day.


Nothing Better Than Pleasing You

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To me nothing feels better than being tired up and having that big black cock stretching my pussy open. I am bound to the bench, so there is nowhere to go. I can’t run or move. I can only cry out and beg you to not fuck my little tight cunt so hard. But you know how good it feels to force that big black hard dick into me. You love how my pussy seems to milk that swollen monster cock for all of its cum. I love being tied up for you. I love struggling and crying when you force it in my ass. Even when you’re mad at me and use no lube, it feels so good. I know I might say it hurts but deep down it feels so good. I want to be that good girl for you who does whatever you want. I want to make you happy and please you so well, so that I can be rewarded with all of you cum deep in my sweet bald pussy. That’s what makes me feel so good. There is nothing better than pleasing you.


Your Cum Whore For Blasphemy phone sex

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You saw her in the chow hall and had to have her. That’s where a Blasphemy phone sex accomplice like me steps in. There would be no God involved but the dark God in this abduction and Kill. You belong to the old world and posing as a priest you had all the sweet flesh you could ever want. A nun who has vowed her body to the so-called Christ.

What fucking Rubbish. You cock was the one the women turned to our dark lord for. A snake dick that grew too extreme lengths when you had a pure one, a virgin.

Hypnotizing with your eyes they would strip and beg to denounce all they had ever known before you! I was you handmaiden, the one who would prepare sweet fresh pussy for you. 

Under your spell they would impale themselves on crosses in front of mass, and become bukkake sluts in your Rectory under you and the other dark priest eyes. No one really understands what goes on inside a church like yours or that all the Evil leaders have even younger playmates that worship cock.

The biggest cocks get the older virgins and those smaller cocks get the youngest and send them to be murdered by satanic priest cocks. Blood is on my hands and Cum is all over those deceased whores. I think it’s time to go feed the homeless! And the Pigs!

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I Love Making Snuff Porn

snuff pornSnuff porn inspires me. With it being my favorite time of year, snuff flicks are on my TV 24/7. I watched this Japanese one last night that sent me out to hunt. A man was force fucking and torturing young schoolgirls. They were little Geisha looking girls. Skinny schoolgirls with bald pussies and virgin holes. Their legs were long and lean. When they stood together, there was not enough flesh for inner thighs to even touch. The man had ropes around their necks and like some macabre puppet master he was pulling strings and choking them. A few he strung up and watched them piss themselves and swim in the air until their bodies went lifeless. I was wet. I was in the mood to recreate the film. I had no luck finding any Asian young cunt, but I did find young twin sisters. Stupid little girls believed I was a friend of their mother’s sent to pick them up. Their parents never warned them about strangers. My luck. I took them to an abandoned warehouse I sometimes use for making homemade snuff movies. It is abandoned. It is off the beaten path. It is perfect killing ground. I drugged my little victims and when they woke up, they were collared and naked. I had a camera rolling to catch it all. I could have used your help, but I am strong enough and sick enough to take care of two schoolgirls on my own. But if I had you, you could have fucked them. I love killing young girls, but I do not have a cock. I stabbed their bald cunts. I gutted them like pigs. And I loved every moment, but it would have been more satisfying for you to shred their little holes with your cock first. They died painful and gruesomely. I filmed it for my spank bank because I love watching little girls die by my hands.


Force Fucked by His Furry Friends

I was used so good tonight. I was tied to a bench after being stripped buck naked. I was facing away from everyone and didn’t know what was going on, that was until I felt tongues on my pussy. I was confused because it felt so different. I tried to look back but I could only turn so far. I caught the glimpse of what looked like two big furry friends. They were growling at each other trying to fight over my bald wet pussy. I was trying to fight the way I was feeling, having their tongues on me felt so good. And the fact that they were willing to fight over my pussy was getting even more wet and making me close to cumming. Before I knew it, I felt nails on both of my sides. He was mounting me and forcing his big pink rocket inside my tight wet pussy. It hurt, but also felt so good. He was fucking me so fast and so hard. He was grunting in my ear and going even faster. He was starting to swell and before I knew it, he was pumping that hot seed inside of me. He big swollen knot causing him to stay inside until he was fully drained.

 

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Kidnapping Phone Sex Fantasy

kidnapping phone sexIt is not just a kidnapping phone sex fantasy.  It happened. I was jogging in my gated community. I hate jogging but I was keeping up the pretense that I am a normal soccer mom. They all jog around here. I just want to look normal so no discovers all my dirty little secrets. In daylight, a mini van pulled up alongside of me and a man jumped out. I was shoved into the back of the van and drugged. I woke up chained and naked. I was in a dungeon. It was cold. I had no blankets; no food; no toilet. I did not even have a bucket to piss in. There was a bowl on the floor, but it was not full of water. It was full of cum. I was scared and I was unsure what was going on. Was I a sex slave? Was I kidnapped for snuff porn? Soon, I knew my purpose. A man came downstairs and told me he had been paid to kidnap and torture me. He would not tell me by who. I asked if it was a drug dealer I owed money to? Was it my stepson who hated me? Then it dawned on me. Any dealer I know would kill me himself. Same for my stepson. This had to be someone who was too squeamish. Some one like my husband. Maybe I had embarrassed him one too many times. Maybe I had not been as clever at hiding my addiction. Maybe he did not appreciate me fucking our boys. My tormentor would not tell me even though I was pleading to know as he cut my flesh and pissed in my wounds. For hours he tortured me. For days, I lived on nothing but cum. Then I was suddenly released. Naked and afraid and still clueless about who had me kidnapped and tortured.


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