He was supposed to protect me and keep me safe, but instead he was choking me out and telling me not to fucking speak! I was terrified, but the way he was handling me turned me on more than I wanted to admit. We were inside a closet down at the porn studio, surrounded by cleaning supplies and clean mop heads. He pulled his cock out, forced me to my knees, and spit on it. “Put it in your mouth you fucking whore!” He snapped, slapping me hard in the back of the head. I gasped as he pushed me forward, and his cock got shoved all the way to the back of my throat. I tried to push away even though I liked it, but there was nowhere to go. I was trapped, his more willing than resistant victim. He started molesting my tits, pulling them out. “You owe me this.” He growled in my ear as I cried over it, quietly. Before I knew what was happening he pulled my mouth off of his cock, bent me over, and started pounding into me so fucking hard I knew they must have heard us all the way in the studio! I was moaning out, even though his hand was clamped tighter than my cunt over my mouth. I wanted it now, and he was going to fucking give it to me.
Category: Rape phone sex fantasies
Gangbang Phone Sex
My new friend Shannon invited me to a party on Saturday. As I got a look at what the center of attention in the room, I started to get really scared. I was deep into the room by now and I couldn’t fight my way back to the door. I was forced on the bed and my panties were ripped off. The first man shoved himself into me while the other men watched and cheered him on.
The next few hours were a blur and they literally screwed me until I was unconscious. I woke up bruised and bloody with a few twenties on the bed. The gang bang was over, and people were getting ready to go. Shannon knew she would get top dollar for my virginity so she had been grooming me all week so that she could turn me out that weekend at the gang bang.
Rape Phone Sex Fantasies Victim
Master tells me all of the time that I’m good for nothing except sex. I am just three warm holes that he can fuck anytime he wants to. Even if I’m not in the mood, it doesn’t matter. That’s when the fun stuff that I get to talk about on calls involving rape phone sex fantasies begins. When Master forces himself on me, it really puts me in my place and reminds me that I am only good for one thing. Well, I guess that would be three things if you count all the holes that I can be fucked in.
Do you have rape fantasies that you would like to role play with me? Master loves it when I get calls like that because I get degraded, and it means that I have something to tell him about. Sometimes he just likes to hear about it and jerk off while denying me his cock. But then when I tell him I’m not in the mood, he loves to push me down and shove his cock in my pussy or asshole against my will. If you want to hear more or tell me how you’d rape me, please call me, Sir.
Forced Cock Worshiping
I was begging him not to touch me anymore, but he was forcing his cock down my throat around what I was trying to say. He’d lured me to his car while I was doing some yoga at the park. I guess that watching my tight little body bend and stretch in such molded clothing was enough to make his big perverted cock throb. He had asked me to help him carry some groceries, and he looked so old and fragile I was happy to help! When he shoved me in the back seat and climbed in behind me, I knew I was in trouble. He was much bigger here in this confined space, and he held me down as he began to molest my trembling little body. I had been so sex deprived I couldn’t help but get soaking wet. When he noticed it only seemed to egg him on more. His cock was out and getting slammed down my throat as I tried to be him to stop. Again and again the head of his rock hard dick pounded against my tonsils. I tried to scream but it was no use. All I knew was cock! Then he ripped his giant meat monster from my drooling mouth and spread my legs. He pulled out a knife, cut off my panties, and smashed his huge fuck stick balls deep into my cunt! I’m almost ashamed to say I moaned.
Submissive Sex for Life
Submissive sex is all I am good for. Most of me knows this, but every now and I then I try to be a normal woman. You know, the kind of woman who dates. The kind of woman who has a boyfriend, not a master. My master is older and will release me soon. I will never fully be gone from him, however. I owe him so much. He has taken superb care of me financially. I will be set once he releases me. And when he dies, I have been provided for in his will. He has set my son and daughter up with trust funds too. He is a benevolent master in many ways, but I am still a slave. Even though I realize that I have it made as far as being a submissive whore goes, I still like to pretend I am a normal soccer mom. I got on a dating app recently. This was not a fetish site or even Tinder. Just a regular dating site for men and women. I have been seeing this guy I met for a couple weeks now. He thinks I am a paralegal. He knows nothing about my past or my master-slave relationship with my boss. He has taken me to nice dinners. We have had wonderful conversations. We have even had normal sex. He is my age, which was different for me too. Tinder dates are all half my age. Masters are all 20 plus years older than me. For a couple weeks, I have felt normal. That all changed last night when he slept over for the first time. He woke me up in the middle of the night to piss in my mouth and fuck my ass like an animal. He choked me while he delivered a hardcore ass fucking like no one has in years. The moment I tried to say no, he smacked me across the face and made me lick his sweaty, dirty asshole as retribution. He told me once a submissive slut, always one. He knew this entire time. I guess I will never be able to escape who I am.