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Skull Fucking

Ass Rape PornI had an uninvited ass rape porn booty call from an ex the other day and it didn’t take me long to remember why he was an ex!

He said he was just there to say hi but things got a little rough when I told him my cunt was to tender to take his thick hard cock!

He grabbed my arm and forced me up against the wall!

He kicked my legs apart and told me it wasn’t my swollen cunt he was interested in!

As he had me pinned against the wall, he lifted my skirt and tore my lacy panties off and started forcing his meat deep into my clench ass!

He was pounding my ass so hard, he was lifting my entire body off the ground with each powerful thrust!

I screamed as dominated my shit hole, tearing it until it was bloody and loose!

Then he pushed me down onto the floor and forced his meat down my throat!

The taste of blood and ass filled my mouth as he skull fucked me!

His hands wrapped around my neck, choking me so that he could feel the head of his cock sliding past his grip as the mass of his cock blocked my airway!

I was still rolling around on the floor holding my bruised neck and choking on the load of cum that he had dumped in my mouth when I saw the door slam behind him!

Breathing Is Overrated

Taboo Phone SexSome people don’t understand the pleasure of pain or the intensity of that first breath after being denied the right to breathe!

Imagine the first time your cock was completely consumed by the warmest, wettest, tightest pussy. Remember that feeling as your thick hard cock started to ease t’s way in and then slowly pull out, pumping that pussy over and over.

Remember that tight cunt squeezing your cock and stroking every inch of you as you fucked it!

Remember how it felt when you knew you were going to burst wide open and there was no holding back and then there you were, still inside that slippery wet fuck hole and your cock melts in the perfect sensation of your cum inside all of her sweet wet pussy.

Now imagine not having it!

It is there, around you every day, just out of reach!

Being choked and suffocated is even more intense!

Feeling your cock fucking me, your hands around my throat, my body giving into you completely!

The sensation of you inside my is more intense, more erotic and I can feel every vein, every ripple like a blind person, my senses are heightened and then….

As we cum together and you release your hold on my delicate bruised neck, that first breath forces my body back to life, giving unstoppable exertion to the most amazing mind altering orgasm.

My bruises are barely noticeable and I am craving your skin even more than before. I can’t breathe with out you.

When fantasy becomes reality

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I imagine your voice in my ear as I start to rub my tight pussy. I indulge in some fantasy phone sex for a bit. Your deep voice plays in my head as you tell me to insert my fingers into my snatch and then suck them clean. I moan as soon as my wetness hits my tongue and I go back for more. As my fingers reach their destination I feel a hand grab my wrist and your voice for real telling me that you didn’t say that I could have more. My eyes fly open and I can’t help but gush at the sight of you standing by my bed in your naval uniform. I see that your cock has risen to the occasion and lick my lips watching you take it out and stroke it a little. You grab my head and force your cock all the way in enjoying hearing me struggle to breathe. You tell me that you have thought about this for a while but that it was so much better in person. You lower your pants and jam that cock into my cunt and start squeezing and biting my tits while you pump away. I can tell that you are getting close to exploding and beg you to pull out but you just laugh in my face and cum deep in my fertile pussy. You leave a short time later and 3 weeks later I am holding a positive pregnancy test trying to decide what to do.

Kidnapping Phone Sex Fantasy

kidnapping phone sexI enjoy a good kidnapping phone sex fantasy. Do you? So much variety. One of my favorites is when I am out somewhere like jogging or coming back from the mall and I get taken in broad daylight. I did one the other night that left my pussy dripping. I was taking back some Christmas gifts and I was unaware I was being stalked. I am never sure when guys are checking me out unless they are blunt. I was at my car opening the trunk when I realized some one was behind me. He pushed me into my trunk and drove off in my car. I was fighting and screaming. I was being kidnapped in my own car. It felt like an eternity in that trunk. When we stopped, I started pounding on the trunk and yelling, hoping some one would hear me. No one would hear me. We were in the middle of nowhere. He dragged me out of my trunk, across the gravel road and into the rundown shack. It looked like something out of an 80s horror summer camp movie. It felt like one too. He tied me to the bottom of a bunk bed. The mattress smelled of mold and piss. He left me there and came back later with some men. They did not speak to me directly. They talked about me like I was not there. They were negotiating prices. It was a bidding war. I feared this was a sex trafficking scheme. A price was reached, and I was handed over to a fat foreign man. He immediately shoved me on my knees and forced his fat hairy dick in my mouth. I was crying and struggling, but he bought me to force fuck me. He was not the only one either. All day long my kidnapper took money from men who paid to explore their rape phone sex fantasies with me. I was sodomized, fucked and covered in cum. Some men were rougher than others. Most of them slapped me around and called me names. I tried to escape in my head, but the reality was too bleak to forget. Hours turned into days, days turned into weeks and I think it is certain that I am here to stay. My life will never be the same. I am now nothing more than a sex slave.

Snuff Sex Pain Slut

snuff sexSnuff sex pain slut is the only way I feel worthy and alive. It’s been an exciting journey since the accident. I sometimes wonder what it would be like to have a leg amputated. After watching Crash I can’t help but love the idea of fucking in a car speeding down a highway and getting in a wreck as things got hotter and heavier. I wonder what it would be like to cum as the hard cold steel collides jolting our existence into that zero space. You know, not quite dead but hanging on the thread of being resuscitated. I want to feel that seed pump explosively inside of my as that corner of steel punctures my flesh. The glass battering me as the body of a pedestrian slams against the windshield. I want to know how hard I would cum in that instance of piercing pain and shock. It’s one of the hottest fantasies. I am also thinking how hot it would be to awaken and find out my leg was crushed and they had to amputate it. I want to be awake as they saw through the bone and flesh. I am rubbing my cunt furiously over this.

Torture Sex Fuck Doll Geneva

Torture Sex

It’s true, I was given to a sadistic sex predator as a Living Torture sex fuck doll. The gift tag attached stated I was disposable and to have fun. I was purchased and sent to this felon escapee that was hiding out. He was a sexual predator serial killer and loved Barbie types. He has murdered too many for him to even keep track. Picking up girls online dating sites was the start, then he needed something more and started whore hunting. He would stalk drunk college aged chicks from the clubs that were all dolled up for fucking. He claims he just gave them what they craved. The attention and the cock and to be tortured and put to death. These chicks were nothing but trash anyway. The very same was true about me. The fact that I got wet and moaned as he fantasy raped my holes made him even meaner. He didn’t want me to derive pleasure. I cried and begged even just to get more pain. He put cigarette burns on my nipples, my clit and even my ass. I still wanted more. He sliced off my nipples, sliced my clit and ejaculated on my bloodied sliced up parts and I still came. I am lucky he has allowed me to live. He just couldn’t get off with someone like me and put me to the streets.

 

Torture Sex My Boobs

torture sexMy tits love torture sex. Okay, so maybe they do not as much as me. I got big knockers when I was 18 so I could strip and do fetish modeling. I had a wealthy older patron who I traded sex for boobs with. I got the better end out of that deal because my tits have made me bank. I have big bimbo boobs and I found out quickly that letting men do depraved things with my sweater knockers was profitable. I will take profit for pain any time. After I got the boobs, I fell into fetish modeling because it was quick money. Not easy money though. I have been a fetish model for 15 years now. My boobs have been popped a few times.  I have scars from rope burns, cigarettes, piercings and cuts. I can handle pain better every year. Each time I do a fetish shoot or hook up with a snuff sex partner, my big boobs usually take a beating like last night. I met a guy off FetLife and he let me know he was going to abuse my boobs. I was wet before he arrived. He came better prepared than any man has before. He had heavy duty rope, nipple clamps, boob vices, and sundry items to smack my tits around. I wanted to fuck. I mean I thought he would fuck me and abuse my boobs while his dick ravaged my pussy or ass. He wanted nothing to do with my pussy or ass. He was a boob man. I get it. I let him tie me up, but he went super hard on my tits. Like Mike Tyson hard on them. He punched them so hard, another saline bag popped. My boob was lopsided, and I was in pain. That shit hurts. He came in his jeans making me cry with tit torture. No sex for me, but a whole lot of pain and a late-night ER visit.

Have Hardcore Brat Sex With Dead Bodies

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He was the kind of sick pervert who needed to have brat sex with dead bodies.  Succulent sweet morsels who were cast out by society. I would lure these street urchins in and commence the torturing before he even got here. Slashing bodies with a cat-o-nine tails embedded with jagged pieces of glass. When he arrived with his mask on, I told him no need. We would be killing these fuck tots and they would never be able to say a word. As for me I knew of him, but did not wish to end up with the fishes. This was a man with a strong political affiliation and a millionaire. He had paid for these two. Blonde girls with no homes. He only wished to watch as I inflicted more pain. I took out my hunting blade and began cutting each little body. Until he stopped me mid cut and asked where the boy was. I grinned up at him and pointed to the closet. Inside he would find his treasure. A younger boy than these cruising bound in duct tape. The Little boy would be his desert after we finished killing these two. He had booked three hours with me and the first hour would be me fucking up perfect flesh of these girls and then he would finally spread there legs and fuck them as I broke each ones neck. But he would not cum just yet. He needed his little bratkin boy to fuck up the ass until he could see that cock bulge. And then I turned over his boy pocket pussy and he kissed him goodbye as I slit his throat and my man finally came! 

His Hot Fantasy Phone Sex Call

fantasy phone sexI love a good fantasy phone sex call. One of my favorite regulars called me today and delivered one too. A perfect roleplay for a pain slut bimbo like me. I am in a camp for frigid stuck-up bitches who deny men access to their holes. A man has the right to use me when he wants, and I should not act like I hate sex. I was singled out of the room with the other stuck-up bitches. He brought me up onto the stage so the other cunts could see my punishment. He hit me a few dozen times, which was followed with some whacks from a wooden paddle. He made me touch my cunt and it was wet. I only get aroused with pain it appeared. Once he realized I was coming out of my frigid state with pain, he grabbed a leather paddle with spikes and gave me 50 more whacks on my bare ass. The welts formed quickly. My cunt got wetter. And my punisher was not done with me yet. There was a chair, like an executioner chair, on the stage. He pushed me into it. He strapped down my arms, He shackled my ankles. I got a strap around the chest and the forehead.  Thighs and waist strapped too like I was going to be electrocuted.  I was sitting on a hole in the chair. I thought it was for when I piss myself because strapped down like that, I thought I was going to get some serious torture sex. I did get tortured; I came to death. He shoved a rabbit dildo up my cunt that was going warp speed. A metal bar kept it in place. Nipple clamps with heavy weights were affixed to my nipples. I had to beg to cum. Beg for my last cum. As I came, I was electrocuted. I died a stuck-up cunt with a wet pussy because I was a pain slut.

Cheap Phone Sex Whore

Let me tell you how a whore got free gas and a fuck today! Running out of gas on the busy interstate is never fun for any woman! But this whore had on tiny shorts that showed her ass and her tits were on display. Within five minutes of pulling over I had a nice young gentleman offering me a ride to get my gas and a gas can. He laughed as I joked that I had no cash on me. He was a gentleman until I offered him a sloppy blowjob to repay him. His cock was hard already and it was the least a damsel in distress could do to repay his kindness. I gave him hot and nasty road head to the gas station and back to my car. But what I didn’t count on was his wife calling in on the Bluetooth as I was giving him his second blow job. He pushed my head down when I tried to stop as I heard her voice. If it was even possible He got hardened even more as he throat fucked me as he talked to her. She asked once what the sound was and he assured him it was irrelevant traffic sounds. It was so damn nasty and fun, I should run out of gas more often!

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