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Rape Phone Sex Fantasies: Men Lead, Women Bleed

rape phone sex fantasiesWhat are your rape phone sex fantasies? We live in an ultra sensitive society where women are supposed to be respected and treated equally. I am no feminist. I believe men are superior. I believe men should take what they want and use women as they need. I dress like a whore because I am a whore. I am a dirty trashy whore who loves violent sex. Some men, however, don’t get that. They want to treat me like a princess. They want to put me high on some pedestal where I do not belong. Luckily, there are men like you, right? Men who know a woman belongs on her knees or on her back. Men who believe women are not equal to men and belong barefoot and naked in the kitchen. I am not a feminist. I am not for women’s liberation. Instead, I am for the subjugation of women. Men lead; women bleed. That sums up my philosophy of the sexes. I am a submissive whore who needs constant slave training so that I don’t start to believe all those women are equal mantras going on currently. This “me too” social media campaign is propaganda because you can’t assault or force property. We are yours to take and yours to use. You can call me for all your taboo phone sex fantasies. I want to be your slave, your whore. It is all any woman is good for if you ask me.

Rape Phone Sex Fantasies with Drugs

Rape phone sex fantasiesI wish I’d known then what was in store for me. I wish I’d known what a horrible man he was. He’d stopped and offered me a ride. As we were driving, he started telling me how he was a fine-art photographer, and he had an idea for this new series, and how I’d be perfect for it. He promised me money as soon as he finished his shoot, and a percentage of profits he made from it. Well, hell, I jumped on that offer! Who the hell refuses money? When we got to his place, he offered me a drink while I changed into my favorite outfit. By the time I finished changing and walked back into the living room, my drink was waiting for me on the counter. I chugged it, since I was dying of thirst. We talked for a bit before the room went fuzzy and ultra-bright, and my body was very weak. Kidnapping phone sexHe picked me up and carried me over to the couch, draping me over it with my ass in the air. He pulled my dress up so that my ass cheeks and panties were on display. I couldn’t even cover myself, and then he was taking pictures. I don’t remember much after those first few camera clicks, except hand massaging my ass cheeks, a finger at my clit, and then it was all black. That was 3 days ago, and I’ve only been awake for the last hour or so. My body is sore and full of what looks like puncture wounds, my pussy and ass feel like they’re ripped, my tits hurt, and my mouth is cottony. I wish I could remember what happened!

Killer Phone Sex for a Worthless Whore

killer phone sexHe asked me if I wanted to have killer phone sex. I thought that just meant really hot fucking. Stupid me. I should have known a worthless dumb piece of shit would not get great sex. The moment I arrived all dolled up, he smacked my face telling me I looked like a whore. He made me take my makeup and clothes off. Next thing, he had a spreader bar between my legs and a ball gag in my mouth. My hands were handcuffed. He called in some friends to use his whore date. They looked at me like vultures before they had their way with my fuck holes for some gangbang rape porn. My so called date kept telling me I was just a fuck hole, a cum dump, and a toilet. Yes, they pissed all over me too. It was a long, horrific and humiliating night. They ravaged my cunt and ass with their cocks, fists and household objects so I was gaped and swollen, even bloody. They laughed at my tears. I was a prisoner all night. Bound, gagged, restrained, urinated on and force fucked, is just what a stupid whore gets. I needed to be reminded I am not the kind of woman men date. I am the kind of whore they use.

I Need Domination Phone Sex

domination phone sexDomination hone sex is what I need. I am a submissive whore, but I am not well trained. Not every man thinks of me a piece of shit. Many men worship and idolize me because I am hot. I get mixed signals. My daddy said I was a whore. He treated me like the piece of shit I am. But, with other men, I get mixed treatment. I was with John over the weekend. We met at a club. It wasn’t a BDSM club, so I was hopeful he saw me as an equal, girlfriend material. We had been on a few dates. I felt like a princess the way he spoiled me. Saturday night we were at his place. Romantic dinner, lovemaking then I spilled some wine on his carpet and he slapped me. I saw a different side of him. He grabbed my hair and pushed my face in the carpet like I was a dog who pissed the floor. Next thing I knew, I had a collar around my neck. He had a chain leash affixed to the collar. He told me from now on I am his bitch because I can’t be trusted not to ruin things. I apologized or being clumsy, but he didn’t want to hear it. He punched me in the gut, bringing me to my knees. That’s when he pissed in my face. He laughed as my eyes burned from his urine. He snapped. Went from a great guy to a mean bastard over a glass of spilled wine. I spent the weekend in a dog cage. I was no longer his girlfriend. I was his slave, his prisoner. He pissed and came on me all weekend, never again showing me an ounce of affection. I think I like being his bitch better than being his girlfriend.

Ass Rape Porn with Her

ass rape pornShe said she wanted to make an ass rape porn with me. She was sexy and dominant. I couldn’t say no. When she asks a question, it is really an order. You can’t say no. She has killed bitches for less. I met her when I was high. She saw that I was a weak woman. She knew I was submissive. She shot me full of heroin. I am a coke and weed gal. That shit fucked me up. I would have said yes to dismemberment. Honestly, I thought she had a male friend lurking in her house who was going to sodomize me. She didn’t need a man. She was forceful and cruel all by herself. I saw her slip a ring on every finger. She didn’t use lube. She didn’t pace herself either. She rammed her fist of big rings up my asshole raw. Even high as a kite, it hurt. I felt my ass tearing. I felt blood trickling down my thigh. She licked it then kissed me so I could taste my blood. She laughed as I cried. I asked her why she was doing this to me. It was torture sex.  She licked her fingers, adjusted her rings and said with a smirk, “Because you are a stupid whore, Blair.”

Fuck These Preppy Whores

bloody phone sex

Now that we got all these little preppy bitches in the basement it’s time to start fucking them up.
Let’s knife fuck the blonde till her pussy is in pieces. I want to cut off all her pretty hair
and stuff her ass with it. Now the black chick, I have serious plans for her too. Let’s tie her up and
hang her from the rafters while you fuck her holes. And the cute and tiny asian bitch?
Little cunt should of never left her rice patty but since she loves doing math so god damn much,
let’s make her count aloud each and every time we hit her. I love being a fucking sadistic whore
to these little obnoxious bitches. I bet they are going to wish they would of just let me
sit with them during lunch. Oh well- let’s have fun with our whores, daddy!

Domination Phone Sex: I’m a Human Dog

domination phone sexDomination phone sex is what I crave. I need a strong man for some slave training. I got more than I bargained for with Master Teddy. I answered an ad for a fetish model. Although, I am not super model pretty, I am no stranger to bondage modeling. The add called for a woman willing to be subjugated for a series of photos. I have done it before with no pay, so why not for fun money, right? When I arrived at the address that was texted to me, the set looked authentic. Turns out it looked authentic, because it was a real life dungeon. I was trapped. If I got out, it would not be because they let me go. It would be because I escaped, which I did. I think they underestimated this coke whore. I was collared, chained and thrown in a pen with other women. Food and water was on the floor in dishes with our names on it. We were being treated like dogs. It was a human dog fighting ring. We were the bait dogs. I watched a round in fear. I watched a waif of a girl be thrown into the bull pen with the hounds from hell. Within minutes there was nothing left of her but blood and a pile of bodily tissue and crushed bones. My head was held up so I was forced to see the carnage. I had been stripped down into my bra and panties, but no one searched me. I have a pierced clit with a long needle through my labia. When no one was looking, I yanked it out. When I was being walked to the bull pen, I stabbed the eye of the cunt leading me to my death. I ran like a bat out of hell. I escaped through a small basement window.  I ran to the cops, but no one believed a strung out whore like me. They thought I was on an acid trip.

Taboo Phone Sex Bitch

taboo phone sexI think it is very clear from my site, my pictures and my blogs that I am a taboo phone sex slut. A dominant, sadistic one at that. Yet, day after day, I get dipshits contacting me who are so dumb, I wonder if they know how to breathe. You don’t IM me on yahoo messenger saying you are going to force fuck me. I have chopped off men’s balls for far less. You also don’t call me to talk dirty before paying. You especially don’t get to call me baby and ask me what size my tits are for free. In fact, even after you pay, you don’t call me baby or talk about my tits. I don’t do typical sex calls. I am not the girl for the girlfriend experience. Call me baby, attempt to force yourself on me, talk about spraying your seed on my face is what gets you castrated. It is also what gets you starring in my own ass rape porn. I know we have a president who thinks he can grab women by the pussy. His stupidity is contagious. I was at the supermarket late one night last week. I encountered this punk on a skateboard who started in on the baby talk. He didn’t like me telling him to get lost before I popped a cap in his skater boi ass. He jumped me when I went to my car. Stupid boy. He thought a chick like me would be unarmed and unable to defend herself. He thought he could overpower me with brute strength. I pack my own heat. So, I couldn’t really pop a cap in his ass. I could cut his cock and his balls off. I waited until he had his family jewels out. I played the woman in peril only until I had him where I needed him. Let’s just say he was shocked when I sliced his balls off; mortified when I took his dick too. I left him there bleeding out on the black top. You will get the same treatment if you forget I am a sadistic and an accomplice, not your baby or your whore.

Locked In The Cabinet

Young voice phone sexMy sadistic and psychotic Father took it upon himself to lock me inside of the kitchen cabinet underneath the sink for absolutely no reason at all aside from the fact that he gets off on seeing me suffer at the strength of his own hands. After forcing me to be crammed into the small box of a space for days on end, he drilled a hole from the outside, finally letting in some fresh air that I could gasp up into my lungs. There were so many bottles of cleaning products locked in the cabinet with me, it made it hard to breath with the strong scent of chemicals penetrating my insides. Although I sounded like I was hacking up a lung from coughing so hard while trapped in that hell hole, my Daddy still didn’t give a fuck. He is sick and depraved, he has no remorse for his actions whatsoever. I’m used to his worthless treatment of me, it’s been like this since day one when I entered into this world. I’m a washed up, used up bitch and my cunt needs to be punished as often as possible! Daddy gave me what I deserved, after all, that’s the treatment that pretty little cum sluts like me are supposed to be receiving! Torturous and dark, my young, sexy sounding voice only makes it all the better!

Ass Rape Porn: Pay Up Bitch

ass rape pornAss rape porn is never what I want, but it is always what I get. Troy said I owed him money. I didn’t even remember this guy. Supposedly, we fucked months ago. I used him for drugs. I use every man for drugs. That is my reputation. Not like he didn’t get anything out of it, right? I felt no allegiance to him. He got pussy; I got coke. It is called a trade. Women don’t fuck for free. I don’t even fuck my husband without expecting something in return. He didn’t like my answer. He smacked my face so hard, my lip bled. I tried to run away, but he grabbed me by the hair and tossed me on the floor. His dick was out. He intended on collecting his money one way or another. He kicked me until I begged for mercy and promised to be a good slut for him. He even kicked me in the head. He pissed on me while laughing. He informed me that his fee went up because I was being a twat. I was contorted like a beach ball. My yoga pants tore at the seam from the position. He split them even further, then just ripped them off me. All he needed was room for his cock and access to my asshole. He pounded me like he was a hammer and I was a nail. He got in so deep. In that position, he could pin my arms back too so that if I fought or moved away he could snap my arms. Over an hour in that position was more torture sex than anal sex. I was bleeding, in pain with a prolapsed anus by the time he was done. He spat in my face and said sarcastically, “Next time pay up bitch.” Another lesson learned the hard way.