He followed me to my car, it was odd that the lights near my car in the parking garage were out, this little corridor was the only one that was unlit. I was shaking as I fidgeted to get my car unlocked when suddenly a hand covered my mouth and another grabbed roughly onto my breast. Whispering in my ear that he was going to give me just what I deserved as he shoved me up against my car. I heard him unzip and he took a knife to my dress, cutting it at the backside from my waist. Unable to say a thing I froze as he took the blade to cut my panties off, I wanted to scream but he had thick leather gloves on and his large hand covering my mouth. As he shoved his huge black cock in my cunt he took the knife to my throat and slit it. Gurgling blood and bleeding out fast as he finished inside my cunt I lost consciousness. I was left there in the garage on the pavement to bleed out and die.
Tag: Rape phone sex fantasies
Rape phone sex fantasies
I’ve taken a lot of dark and sexy calls but my favorite are the rape phone sex fantasies. I also have a dark and twisted rape fantasy. I get wet at the thought of being completely powerless as I get held down. Screaming as all of my holes get brutally fucked and filled with cum. I daydream about a hand randomly being placed around my mouth to muffle my screams as I get drug and then thrown into the trunk of a car and kidnapped. I’m a stupid whore who should have paid better attention to my surroundings. I crave the feeling of my hair being ripped out as I get dragged around like the piece of shit fuck doll I am.In my perfect fantasy, after I’m used up and full of cum, I get strangled. The hottest way would be with my panties or stockings. I’m a worthless whore who needs to be taught a lesson and I hope you can be the one to teach me. Wrap them around my throat and strangle me until I go limp.
Rape Phone Sex Fantasies with Daddy
Guys call me often to explore their rape phone sex fantasies. My daddy had his way with me when I was just a little girl. I am accustomed to being force fucked. I hated my father. I ran away when I was a teen girl. I ran right into the arms of men just like him too. Men who just want to fuck me. Men who just want to use me. I have learned that I don’t deserve love and affection. I am a worthless fuck slave. I met a much older man last night who was eerily like my father. He was with his little ones trick or treating. He saw me and saw something he liked. He came back later in the night and took what he wanted. I don’t know why I let him inside. My daddy issues, I guess. He slapped me, then tore my clothes off. He forced my head down on his cock. I was gagging, barely able to breathe. He had stuffed his entire cock and balls down my throat. That was nothing compared to what he did to my ass. He fucked it so hard, my ass prolapsed. My asshole was on the outside, sore, swollen and bright red. He laughed at my prolapse. I begged him to leave. He slapped me again, made me call him daddy and fucked me harder. Once he was done, I was a hot mess. Coated in sweat and cum, turning black and blue with a prolapsed asshole. I guess I am destined to always be daddy’s little fuck slut.
Killer Phone Sex: My First Kill
Killer phone sex is at an all-time high the last week of October. I think Halloween inspires people. My first kill was on Halloween night when I was in high school. The death of a popular cheerleader was never solved. At least not the death of the popular cheerleader in my community. She was a queen bitch. She made Regina in Mean Girls seem like Mother Theresa. This pretty little cheerleader was so cruel and self-entitled. She made my life hell. I could have handled the name calling and constant torment at school, but she went way further than that. She treated me like Carrie at the prom. And I was way savvier and more astute than Carrie White. One day, I snapped. She poisoned my lunch, made me super sick, so I killed her. I played the victim role, but I got my pound of flesh. I stabbed her in her bed a thousand times. I injected her with a paralytic drug. She felt every ounce of pain, but she couldn’t scream or move. Her parents were asleep down the hall, while I butchered their daughter with glee. I used a big dildo with a condom on it to penetrate her cunt and ass. It would look like some one had rape phone sex fantasies for her and throw suspicion off the girls she tormented. That was 12 years ago, and it is still an unsolved sexually motivated murder. The bitch had it coming. I am grateful to her, however. She made me realize how easy it is to kill. How much fun it is to inflict harm onto another living person. She gave me my passion for murder. Once you have your first kill, you are hooked. You kill again and again and for far fewer personal reasons. Let me help you have your first kill.
Halloween will be perfect
I love Halloween so much, I get to dress up and wear a full mask and body costume so that no one will be able to recognize me and take as many little brats as I want! It’s so easy too, the trick is to not dress up too scary so all the little ones will flock to me, then I just load em up in my van and take them out to my cabin in the woods where I have several horny sadistic men waiting for them. They pay me well to bring them little whores to fuck and kill it is my busiest night of the year for sure. I love seeing their little terrified faces as they suffer and bleed for me, they all die screaming for their mommies to save them, oh well I guess those neglectful bitches should never have left their little precious brats go out all alone now they have to pay the price!
Snuff Phone Sex Submissive For Punishment
It’s just the way I am, a very submissive snuff phone sex whore. I will have Master’s get sick of me and my slutty ways of misbehaving. These Master’s are always throwing me to the pack to let them destroy me, once he’s had enough. My last Master gathered up some of the most brutal bikers to really take care of me. They ravished and destroyed my perfect pussy. These brutes tied me up and took turns beating me and shoving their cocks down my throat to use me as a urinal. You know how much that beer loaded salty piss burns when is hits an open wound? Well I sure found out when my pussy and ass were ripped, gaped, and prolapsed. There were like 25 of these brutes and they pissed all over me calling me a filthy whore after I was already beat, cum oozing out of my orifices and glazed all over my bloody body. Their cum was so fucking salty that it stung even more than that piss.
Gangbang rape porn
I woke up to being beaten, thru my blood and tears and the blows to my face, I could see a camera in the back, filming everything. I started to panic even more then, screaming over and over “What is this, what is this. Please please no!” With no mercy insight. Finally, I am spoken to, the guy that looks like he is in charge stops it all to get in my face to just simply whisper “Listen, whore, this is Gangbang rape porn.” Before putting his cigarette out on my tit causing me to scream in agony. As I opened my mouth he took advantage of that and shoved his cock all the way down to his balls in my mouth. I was struggling to take such a huge monster cock, but he was making sure I took it. The other guys got positioned to get their cocks balls deep into my cunt and ass. I can’t even fathom that I have 3 cocks in my right now, and hands touching all over my tits too. I am helpless as they force me to be their sex slave in their little gangbang, their fucking movie that shows me in all the pain and agony that comes with a gangbang.
Killing Francis
He was a weak effeminate man named Francis, perfect for killing. It was all too easy to lure him to my place, I told him he would be starring in a film but I never told him that it would be a snuff film and he would be the star. I restrained him spread eagle standing up and then revealed the audience and told him that my movie was called “Killing Francis” and that he would be dying in it for real. He cried like a little bitch and begged me not to kill him but it was far too late to stop at that point… not that I would have anyway. I beat poor wittle Francis to death while everyone watched and cheered, his own mother was there watching and cheering me on too. She named him Francis on purpose because she knew that he would grow up to be a weak little bitch boy. He died like he lived as a little bitch and I left him there to rot.
Ass rape porn black hoe
Ass rape porn is how it started. This white guy I was dating would always watch it. I kept catching him watching it. I was upset at first, I wondered if the only reason he was with me was to force fuck a black ass. Then one night in bed when we were cuddling as usual I felt his hand running up against my cheeks.
Before long his finger was sliding in my ass. I’d never done anal before. I thought it was gross and dirty. So even is little finger hurt. By that point I was resolute that I wanted no part in it. I told him to stop and he removed his finger.
Then without saying a word he grabbed the lube we kept in the nightstand and rubbed it on himself. I knew exactly what he intended to do. This ass hole was going to rape my ass just like on his ass porn videos.
He rolled me on my stomach and filled me up ripping me and ravaging me. He buried my face in a pillow to muffle my screams. At first I thought I’d never forgive him. And then I came.
Taboo Phone Sex Ghost Story
I have a taboo phone sex story to share that is appropriate for Halloween. My own Blair Witch story. My stepson kidnapped me the other night. I was asleep in bed and he snatched me up and took me to this abandoned house with a history of hauntings. I was not sure if it was urban legend or not, but I didn’t want to find out if it was truth or fiction. He said he would win money if I stayed in the haunted house all night. Fuck that shit, I told him, and I tried to get out. He was not alone. His friends grabbed me and used restraints to force me to stay. I was bound to a chair in an abandoned creepy house. They joked that I was going to be the ass rape porn star of a ghost or demon. I almost pissed myself. I knew they had cameras set up, but I had hoped they would stay. I was scared. This house was the scene of a brutal family murder decades ago. The house could never be sold because of its murderous history and today it’s a dilapidated scary house right out of a horror movie.
They left me there. I tried to think of other things as the time passed, but I was shaking. I felt weird things like hot and cold air. I swore it felt like someone was groping me, but I saw no one. Then, I knew I was not crazy. Hands were around my throat choking me. I saw no one. I felt a presence, however. A strong demonic presence. Something entered me. My body shook and convulsed from a violent fuck, but no one was visible. No one was in the house. If my stepson was punking me, I didn’t know how he was doing it. For hours I was ravaged by an unknown presence. Ghost fucked. Demon fucked. I didn’t know what, but I was fucked. As soon as the sun rose, the presence was gone. My stepson and his friends came back for me. I was chained as they left me, but I was covered in bruises and cuts. They played back the video and saw me thrashing about as I was being assaulted. I was not crazy. I was part of my stepson’s private Blair Witch project. I have no idea who or what assaulted me, but I vowed I would never go near that house again.