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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.

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Evil phone sex can be so satifying. Especially if you are scared of a household appliance. A trivial thing that can turn into your worst nightmare! An ordinary Vacuum cleaner can be your enemy under my hands. The best thing when you’re dealing with an evil Mistress is to get your fears on the table. Poor little Patrick never should have asked me if I thought vacuum cleaners were evil. I knew I had him and demanded he call me. I had a little question for him. I wondered if all other sucking devices could cause him the same kind of fright. He admitted he had a breast pump his last Mistress had made him use. Now that that was attached we would keep turning it higher so it could get him cum out. snuff movies

Patrick turned into a scared little boy. He didn’t want to say any bad words, and I heard the trembling in his voice as we described evil vacuum cleaners sucking up girls and boys. It was quite dreadful to him. I wanted to make Patrick and his little sister the star of snuff movies. The type where giant vacuums sucked them up and crunched their little bones. I heard him scream and I knew that breast pump had gotten his first load. Now I demanded high power so that pump could suck him like that huge vacuum cleaner was going to suck him up. The most trembling orgasms come from deep seated fear and I wish to exploit them all!snuff phone sex

Rape Phone Sex Fantasies are Much Different in Reality

rape phone sex fantasiesHaving rape phone sex fantasies is one thing. Being force fucked in the back of a dive bar like you are Jodie Foster in The Accused is something different.  Most women have rape fantasies. It plays out much differently in the real world than it does in your mind. When I think of being taken, it is always a tall handsome stranger with a lot of money who cannot resist me. He is so turned on by me, he must take me. I only protest initially before succumbing to my desires. It is sensual, not violent. What happened last night was nothing like I imagined. There was a handsome stranger, but he had 6 not so handsome friends. They were not attracted to me. They thought I was a dirty whore good for only one thing, so they showed me just what I was worth. Nothing. In the back of a seedy local bar, these brute men stripped me naked and tied me up. They skull fucked me so hard I gagged and puked up my liquor. They slapped my ass and face. They punched my tits. They rammed beer bottles and fingers up my ass like they watch too much ass rape porn. I was crying. Sobbing and pleading for mercy. This was nothing like my wet dreams. It was violent and rough. It was degrading and it was painful. My ass prolapsed. It bled too. My throat started to bleed because they skull fucked me so hard, they tore my esophagus. Even when they came, they continued to assault my holes. They used whatever they could find. Beer bottles, a pool stick, darts, keys… Everything in that bar became an assault rife in my ass. As I laid curled up in a ball crying on the floor, they pissed on me and told the bar owner to take out the trash.

Cannibalism Phone Sex Fantasy

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He called me with a highly creative cannibalism phone sex fantasy. I must admit, I am sick like Jeffry Dahmer, but I do not eat my victims to get rid of the evidence. There is sick then there is SICK. I have devoured my shared of testicles, however. Rocky mountain oysters are delicious when prepared right. Eating men’s severed balls is like eating a man’s soul. This fantasy was intricate, creative and hot. Me and a few hot girlfriends pick up a wayfaring stranger traveling through our small community. He has no clue that when three hot Goth chicks invite him to dinner, that he would be the main course. He had no clue he was in the one county in the world where cannibalism is legal and encouraged. I gave my dinner guest a spiked glass of wine. It had a little bit of puffer fish extract in it. Just enough to dull the pain receptors in his body. He could not move much, but his brain function was fine. He thought he was drunk. My sexy bitches and I oiled him up with butter and garlic sauce. He thought it was some sort of love potion. A good meal is all in the preparation. You need to season the flesh evenly to make it taste the best. He did not get a clue until he was strapped to a spear and dangling over an open fire. He was a slow cook. He could not feel his flesh burning, but he could smell it. We roasted him like a pig. He would be more valuable in death than life. Once he was fully cooked, we cut up his body separating the organ meat from the limbs. We feasted on the cock and balls for dessert. Eating some of his liver and his heart first before dining on some thigh meat as part of our cannibalistic ritual. It was a hot fantasy phone sex call that left me hungry for more.

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.

He’s back

  He came back but was it to punish me or to reward me? I was being punished for something I had no control over. He was punishing me for fucking that cop. I tried to tell him I did not want it and that he made me take his big fucking cop cock. He said he had a surprise for me but I feel like when he says surprises, its something I am probably not going to like. I have to be good though and do everything I am told. I don’t want to go back to the basement. I will be a good girl. When daddy came through the door he was not loving. He was drunk and mean. He was being so hateful. He hit me and threw me around until I blacked out. When I woke up daddy was already stripping me and forcing his cock in my ass. He was groaning so loud, I think that was what woke me up. It hurt so bad but felt so good for him. I kept crying and telling him I’m sorry. He was so angry with me. He hate fucked my ass so good. Finally once he started to calm down, daddy flipped me over and started making sweet love to my bald pussy. My ass still hurt but daddy was making my pussy feel good. I could feel daddy’s cock starting to swell. It wasn’t long before I felt that hot cum being shot deep in my pussy. Daddy was filling me up with that baby batter. I hope daddy knows I try to be a good girl for him. I’m so grateful for all he’s done for me.

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Rape Phone Sex Fantasies in the Burbs

rape phone sex fantasiesDo you have rape phone sex fantasies? I sure do hope so. I love violent fantasies. I have a reality that is not far from fiction. I have bad choice in fuck buddies. I am married. I am a mother. I live in suburbia but the soccer mom life bores me to death. I want nothing to do with the vanilla world. That is why I do coke. Even if my life is dull, I can numb myself to it with some coke and let my life escape to the nasty corners of my mind. I was super coked up the other night and snuck out of my gated community to slum with the other druggies and whores. I met a dealer who made me a sweet offer. He wanted me to service his friends and in exchange, I would get some high-grade coke. How could I say no to that? I did a few lines and started sucking cocks. The men did lines and went animalistic. They tied me up so I would not fight. They started shoving a couple cocks at a time up my ass. Gaping my asshole like they had fisted me. When high, I fancy myself an ass rape porn star. I was begging to be sodomized. My asshole was prolapsed, and I was oblivious. Once I knew, I joked that they should fuck my asshole back in. I let the dealer’s posse use me up and stretch me out until the sun started to rise. I knew I was pushing it close to getting home undetected. I pleased the dealer and his posse. I left with my ass hole hanging out looking like raw meat. I had a big bag of coke, so it was worth it. I snuck back into bed with my husband, covered in cum and smelling of sex. He was none the wiser. I am good at leading a double life.

I Was Bad and Got Domination Phone Sex

domination phone sexI need domination phone sex. I have been a bad girl. Master had me kidnap this young girl for him. I got what he wanted. A young blonde girl not very tall, skinny, no tits and no pussy hair. Not because it is shaved but because she is at that age that hair just has not sprouted there yet. She looked like a mini me before I got plastic tits and botoxed lips. Master likes them younger than me. Tighter than me. Less experience than me. I had clear instructions, but I wanted to play with her. I told myself I was priming her for her new daddy, my master. I needed to make sure she was a virgin. Master loves popping young cherries. I was having so much fun exploring her slim young body. I explored with my tongue and my fingers. I knew master wanted her for a teen rape porn. He streams the show and makes bank when his dick comes out coated in virgin blood. I played too hard with her. I crammed too many fingers up her bald cunny, and I popped her cherry. I knew master would be livid because I fucked with his profits. My only plan was to kill her and get a new one. I was not sure I had enough time for that before master returned. I tied up my sex captive and went to the mall. I found one perfect, even better than the other little slut. By the time I got back to master’s dungeon he was home. He was not happy. He was fucking the victim I ruined. She was dead. He had choked her out. I would have died too if I did not have an even better snuff sex victim bound and gagged with me. Luckily, I thought quickly and saved my life. Master beat me still, but sense I replaced the goods I damaged with something even younger, he spared my life. Would you be so generous if I damaged your goods?

Rewarded: Out of the Basement

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Finally, being able to be fucked somewhere other than a cold hard basement floor or tied down there and fucked, was great. I got taken out to eat to a place that had my favorite food there; sushi. I got a dress that was blue and short. It almost showed my ass and barely covered my little nipples. I was given multiple glasses of my favorite liquor and by the time we got to my new home, I was feeling more than tipsy. Daddy took us to our bedroom and let me do a little dance of taking off my clothes for him. I wanted him to see my tight little body and think of the day he took me. The day he saved me. Looking at my little tits and tight bald little pussy, his cock was starting to grow more. It was already semi hard from him seeing all the older men at the restaurant stare at me like I was on the menu tonight. Once I was naked, daddy’s hands and mouth were all over me. He loved licking and sucking and teasing my perky little tits. I had to have his cock in my mouth. I wanted to taste him and make him moan. I wanted to have daddy’s cock deep in my mouth. But he wanted to taste my yummy little pussy too. Nothing like sitting on daddy’s face having my sweet little honey hole ate while I was sucking his cock. Once he was super hard and wet, I got my hands and knees for him. Had my ass in the air so he could have access to both my holes. Just like he likes it. I was slow and gentle at first, almost lovingly. Then he released the beast and started fucking me so rough and hard. I kept cumming over and over on daddy’s cock. Squeezing and milking that big daddy cock. Daddy was moaning so hard. With every pump in my pussy he promised to bury his seed deep inside his girl’s tight little pussy. Daddy grabbed my hips as he was slamming that big fat cock deep in my pussy, pumping his cum in my belly. Daddy and I had just a great day, I hope I show him how grate I was for him.

Attitude Adjustment

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Daddy fucked my attitude right out of me. I was so mad after I made sure to show him how much I wanted to be here, to be here with him. I sucked his dick good and I mean really good. I made him moan for his girl and made him remember why he kidnapped me to begin with. Daddy loves eating my pussy and making me cum just like I do to him. But for some reason even after proving my worth he kept me down in this basement. Why would you keep me down here if you wanted me to be with you? Why am I still being punished? So, when I brought all this up to him, he had to make sure he gave me a good attitude adjustment. He had to make realize that what he says goes and that if he wanted to keep me down here, he would. He fucked me so hard and rough, fucking my pussy like he hadn’t had it in weeks. I just kept pounding my pussy over and over again. With each scream and moan I let out; he went harder. It hurt but it felt so good and hearing his moans as he stretched out my pussy made me get wetter. Before I knew it, we both were cumming really hard, me all over daddy’s big dick and daddy cumming deep inside of me.