Anal torture sex is something I don’t always enjoy. I can take a hardcore ass fucking. I have been an anal whore for decades. When I am broke and need coke money, I often sell my asshole. Married women rarely give up the ass, so I can make $100 an ass fuck. I just bend over the car or alley wall and take the cock up my ass. This dude said he would pay me $300 to ass fuck me for an hour. Why would I say no to that? I should have said no. He was creepy looking, smelled of bourbon and had a thick cock. Still, I could deal with all that. He shoved me over his car hood in a dark corner of a parking garage. I knew something was wrong because it didn’t feel like a cock in my ass. That was because it was a bottle. A broken bottle. I started to scream for help. This was not what I agreed too. He put his hands around my throat to let me know he could snap my neck in an instant. I could have my ass shredded or I could die. I went with being a dirty ass rape porn star for 58 more minutes. My asshole was prolapsed and bleeding. He laughed at the fact that he ruined my ass. Joked about me needing a good proctologist to put my asshole back together. Blood and fecal matter were running down my legs. No way I could fuck anymore tonight. I was ruined. I might be ruined permanently. At least I had $300. He paid me like he said he would. I wobbled out of the alley and found a dealer. I got high in a dark alley trying to forget the awful things I do to get high.
Tag: Rape phone sex fantasties
Bondage Phone Sex Whore
Do you have bondage phone sex fantasies? I am a bondage whore. I love being tied up. I think it is the vulnerability I enjoy. Not knowing what might happen to me next. I met Brett at a bondage club. There are all sorts of rules at a club. We sparked, so we left the club and came back to his place. His bedroom was a BDSM palace. He had a bed designed especially for BDSM games. He chained me to the bar above the bed. I was worked up with anticipation of what might come next. But what came next was he left. He left his house with me chained to his bed. It seemed like eternity before I heard the door open again. But who walked into the bedroom was not a man I knew. It was not Brett. I asked who he was. He slapped me hard across the face, then choked me until I passed out. I woke up with his dick down my throat. Brett returned with a few more friends. What I thought would be some fun bondage games, turned into a gangbang rape porn. I was chained up and fucked in every hole. Some of the men forced booze down my throat until I was puking. I was a hot mess. Covered in puke and cum. His bed looked like a porn shoot with all the cum everywhere. Eventually the whips and chains made an appearance too. I should have stayed at the club. They have rules about the exchange of bodily fluids. Here I was a captive for a group of strangers using me as a human toilet and cum dumpster. They all passed out eventually, but I was still chained to the bar above Brett’s bed. I woke up the next day smelling of booze and sex. I was sore from my arms being suspended above me for almost 24 hours while fucked. I prayed they were done with me, but day two was just the beginning of a weeklong torture experiment.
I Am Worthless
I am nothing more than a bonafied snuff and pain slut. I want the pain, I want the hurt. I want to run my hands over my body only to wince why I fight back the tears from the abuse you cast upon me. I want you take me, hard. I want you to show no mercy. I want to walk around for days with the taste of you mingled with blood in my mouth. I want to feel the impact of your nails digging into my skin.
I beg to have your strong hands clamped around my smooth neck. I want to feel this world fade from my eyes, only to be revived to be fucked again and again. Yes, I will cry out, but my cunt will drip. I crave this, I love this, I live only to die by your hand. I want to be your cum guzzling, shit eating, piss drinking, bruise wearing slut. You can never go to far with me fore this is what I was born to do. To be a worthless object in your eyes.