Tag: Violent Phone Sex

Taboo Phone Sex Coke Whore

taboo phone sexTaboo phone sex is all I do. Incest, rape fantasies, extreme humiliation, rough anal and snuff are what guys want to do to me. Many guys call me because I am a natural red head too. Guys hate ginger whores. Not sure why, but even out and about guys say crude things to me and wish me dead. I was going to score some coke last night when the girlfriend of the dealer tossed a bottle at my head. She started encouraging her boyfriend and his friends to hurt me and force fuck me. She was speaking in Spanish. I didn’t understand much but she was calling me an evil cunt. That much I understood. Whatever she was screaming, it worked. The guys swarmed me, stripped me naked and force fucked me into oblivion. My head got smashed against the wall. I thought they would kill me, but after an hour or so of fucking me to near unconsciousness, they stopped at her word. It was like she was a witch controlling them. Suddenly, she was standing over my battered body yelling at me in Spanish again. She lifted her leg, pissed on me like a dog marking her turf. They all laughed at me. I could understand her saying I was essentially a red headed whore. I was tossed out in the rain in my torn clothes without coke. The Spanish bitch wouldn’t let him sell drugs to a ginger whore saying it was bad luck because I was cursed. I was jonesing so bad to get high, that I sucked a dirty old cock of a homeless dude just to share a line. I ended up partying with some street junkies, but not before they made me their ass rape porn star first. I came home, battered and reeking of piss, but at least I got high.

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.

The Biter

Sadistic phone sexMy man has a serious crack addiction. He keeps me around to keep his crack pipe full. If the cash is right my man will let you have me. Last night, he took me to a new client. The client looked so sweet, like someone’s grandfather. He was sweet and gentle at first, but when my man left I saw face change into pure evil. He punched me so hard that I flew across the room. He was a true sadist, he couldn’t get off unless he was causing pain. He pulled me up from the floor by my hair and dragged me to his bedroom. He got me on my knees and forced he cock so far into my throat that my eyes watered and I nearly threw up. But the worse part about this cruel man was that he was a biter. He bit me all over my body. My screams turned him on and he bit me harder. When my crackhead boyfriend finally came to pick me up I was a bloody mess. He didn’t say anything about my appearance. He just took the money and we drove to the crack house.

Strangulation phone sex

strangulation phone sexI thought I was having a normal fuck tonight with this guy I was seeing. We were in his bedroom about to hook up until I changed my mind. I told him no, but I guess it was too late. He told me he was going to take my pussy and holes how he wanted and I do not have a choice. He pushed me down on the bed and ripped my clothes off of my body.

I tried to wiggle my body out of his grip but there was no way to break free. The more I struggled the more tighter his grip got around my neck. He was squeezing my neck so hard that I could not even gasp for air. His cock slid inside of my pussy and he thrusted huge thrust into my pussy rocking my whole body up and down his bed and cock.

He was fucking my dry pussy so rough that it was hurting. I am going to have a choker of bruises embedded on my neck from his huge hands.

Scars

Sadistic phone sexFrom sunup to sundown, I walk the streets selling my body. My boyfriend counts on me to keep a roof over our head and crack in his pipe. Every time I get in a strange man’s car it a gamble. There are some sick sadistic men that enjoy causing pain. I’ve gotten beaten up so many times that I’m lucky to still be alive. If I don’t bring home enough money to keep my old man high all night then he’ll be the one beating my ass. My old man loves to torture me with knives, hot irons, and leather belts. My body is covered in evidence of his physical abuse. He’s all I’ve known since I was a very young girl so I can’t leave him. Maybe I’m as sick as those sadistic johns because I can’t leave my abuser. Do I like the pain and punishment? 

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.

My Man’s Debt

Gangbang rape pornThree members of the 5th Ward Bloods kicked down the door of our home looking for my old man. He owned them $500 and they wanted their money NOW!! I hadn’t seen my old man in a few days and now I knew why. They forced me at gunpoint to call him. Once I had him on the phone, the leader threatened to kill me. I guess my evil old man told him he didn’t give a shit because the leader hung up with a shocked look on his face.
I thought I was going to die. But I got lucky, they fucked me instead. They fucked me in my ass brutally until warm blood ran down my thighs. Over and over again they ass fucked me. I hoped the neighbors would hear my cries of pain and call the police, but they never did anything when my old man beat my ass so I shouldn’t have been surprised. When they got bored with fucking me, they moved on to torture. They burnt me with cigarettes and cut me with knives. Before they left they beat me black and blue. Then they held me down and with a knife carved “You’re Next” on my back, a message to my crackhead old man.

Accomplice phone sex

Accomplice phone sex turns me on so much because I have become quite the accomplice lately. I was with my boyfriend the other night and he let me in on a couple secrets he told me his mom would bring an array of guys over and only care about fulfilling her sexual drive and she totally abandons him, The stories got me so mad that I told him lets go do something about it. Let make the bitch pay, We concocted a plan that we would torture her pussy all night long and make her feel so violated and so helpless. I had to bring over the tools to make this bitch pay. I bought some duct tape and rope and handcuffs, As we snuck into the house around 3 am we got fully naked and barged in on her, Both of us immediately started to undress the pathetic slut. We tied her up and let in a mutual friend come to the party, We duct taped her and got her to feel helpless, Our free Leroy did the rest we watched as the slut got what she deserved a BBC right in all her holes. As fucked up as it was we could see the stupid bitch get all wet and excited. Practically begging to get it deeper, The sinister part was that we decided to live broadcast it to her social media so we got our revenge either way.  After we got the footage i had to hop on that BBC too.Accomplice phone sex

Gothic Phone Sex – Sadistic Shower

Gothic phone sexI wasn’t sure how long they were going to give me to shower, so I stripped down quickly, giving myself only a quick look in the mirror before stepping into the stall. I let myself have a few minutes to feel the water pouring over me, since it had been days since I’d had an actual bath or shower. Then, I took the soap and shampoo they’d given me, and I scrubbed up as quickly as I could manage. Still, I wasn’t quick enough. He came in just as I was rinsing my hair off, suds still washing off my body. He yanked me around by my hair, smacking my head into the wall as he forced his way in behind me. He muttered and grumbled at me as his hands scrubbed hard at my scalp. He grabbed the rag I’d used and washed my entire body, paying close attention to my nipples, pussy, and ass. His hands slid that cloth so quickly and roughly that it left a trail of irritated skin wherever it went. The soapy rag was forced up into my cunt and ass hole, leaving me feeling like my private areas were being eaten by fire ants, but they were definitely clean. By the time he was done with me, I was red from head to to, and he dragged me out by my hair. He dried me off himself, telling me that I would take too much valuable time if he let me finish alone. I had no idea what he had in store for me, but I was scared to death…

Taboo Phone Sex: What are Your Dark Fantasies?

taboo phone sexTaboo phone sex fantasies are my specialty. I am the girl of your dark fantasies. The one that never says no, even to the things that other women would say no too. I was partying with Josh over the weekend. I met him in a fetish chat room online. He drove to my city and we got a no tell motel to meet. He had some great blow. I didn’t realize it was cut with some sort of hallucinogenic. Acid has never been my thing. He had it planned. We had talked about our dark fantasies. One of mine was to have my ass brutalized until it prolapsed. I am a pain slut. I’ve had lots of rough anal sex in my life, but my ass has never been ruined. Josh did his best to ruin my ass. It’s always been his dark desire to ruin a girl’s pretty little butthole. He handcuffed me, collared me too. Pushed me down on the dingy carpet so my ass was exposed. He had a special baseball bat for the occasion. It had barbed wire around it. He spanked me with it first. The drugs dulled the pain, but it still hurt to the point I puked. When he rammed it up my asshole, I passed out. The pain was worse than 4 cocks in my ass at once. He was shredding my hole. I cried when he slapped me back awake. When I opened my eyes, he was holding the bat in front of me. It was dripping with blood and flesh, my blood and flesh. It was like something out of The Walking Dead. This was beyond what an ass rape porn star would endure. I needed medical help. He left the motel with me bleeding and shitting myself on the floor of the motel. His last words to me, “Be careful who you tell your deepest secrets too, Cassandra.” Ain’t that the truth.