Scat phone sex stories are so dirty and hot. I told master I wanted to act one out and he told me to get on my knees and be his cum addicted toilet whore. He Shoved his cock in my mouth and sneered at me and said i was such a nasty slut that loved being a scat phone sex slut! He pissed down my throat and choked my with his cock and hand. I gaged and swallowed as much as i could master slapped my face for not drinking all his golden piss and then bent me over and started roughly fucking my ass hole. He fucked my dirty little shit hole so hard and so fast i shat All over his cock. He growled at me and made me lick and suck all the shit off his cock and then started fucking my face with his stinky cock. The smell was so strong! He kept gaging me then he bent me over and stretched out my shitty asshole with his cock and started fucking me dirty. He made me moan and beg for more as he pumped my dirty asshole full of his hot creamy sticky cum. It leaked out of my shit stained asshole when he pulled his cock out of my dirty hole.
Category: Rape phone sex fantasies
Rape Phone Sex Fantasies From the Mind of a Subby Slut
I think Every Submissive woman deep down has some sort of rape phone sex fantasies. Rape fantasies are the ultimate release of control. Giving it up against your will. Your Body betraying you for pleasure that you don’t consent too. Some Hard Phallus forcing its way into your most sacred part. A Part of you that you guarded at a time, because it was special and you didn’t give it to just anyone, or maybe you’re like me, and you did…. Here’s one of my Rape Fantasies.
He had been watching me for some time. I knew he would be in the club while I was dancing. Watching my sexy strip teases, and how I would trick on the pole, spreading my legs wide while I gripped with one arm, and did a suicide flip almost crashing at the bottom. I would pop my pussy and ass on all fours, twerking my cheeks. Hypnotizing the guys that were there to see me feature.
When I would walk out to my car after a night of dancing at the strip club, he would watch me walk out. I knew he was a client, But I never knew what he drove, I never even knew what he looked like. Until one night when I was leaving a car was parked by my truck. As I was trying to get in, the passenger door of the car beside me opened and I was pulled in.
I didn’t scream, I knew to be calm
We drove and he talked. He spoke about watching my ass and pussy grind on other men. The songs I picked to feature stage dance with, were all his favorite. How I fucked them with clothes on right in front of him. How could I do that when he cared about me so much? He told me how I had never paid him any mind, and I was always so busy with other dances every night when he came in. He said how he had money ready so many times but I would always go to someone else and never to him. This time he would make sure he got his time with me. I owed it to him.
He drove me down a long dirt path about 30 minutes out. Climbed on top of me in the front seat and started kissing me forcefully. His hands groping and grabbing my tits, my pussy and my ass. I didn’t fight him, scared of what could happen. He got so angry because I wouldn’t kiss him back. He assaulted me, pulling my neon green G-string to the side, and shoving his cock inside me deep and hard. Humping and hips pumping, thrashing his member inside me. Attacking me like I’m the drug he is addicted to.
I’ve never been one to take birth control…
Not being able to help it. Scared and Electrified. Cock ramming and slamming hard in and out of my cunt. I tremor and shake. Crying out and cumming on his cock so hard. My cries of orgasm, fueling his fire and He knocks the depths of my pussy, and he loses it. Filling me, flooding me with traces of him.
Bondage Whore Bernice Spent Most of Her Life Tied Up
The life of a bondage whore is never dull. I have probably spent most of my life tied up. In fact, I might argue that I’ve spent more time tied up than not. Almost my entire teenage years my father had me tied to my bed. I had very little freedom. Although I escaped him, I never escaped being tied up.
My master loves to tie me up. In fact, we met in a bondage club in New York City when I was in my early 20s. And now he owns his own BDSM club. And he teaches classes to a younger generation of men who want to someday have their own rope bunny to play with.
Master summoned me to his club this weekend because he needed a rope bunny to demonstrate different knots to his class of future masters. Although I’m not a fan of some of these younger men because they seem more misogynistic and just cruel compared to men of my master’s generation. I like old school masters. But as a submissive whore, I do as I am told.
This one guy who is 26 and in law school, is the grandson of one of my master’s partners in the BDSM club. So, he gets special attention. Master wanted me to spend quality time with the boy in one of the private rooms so he could master his rope techniques. Again, I do as I am told. But this boy scared me. Just something in his eyes told me he hated women. A rich boy who can have anything he wants. even women, because of his money. And those types of men I fear the most because they know their money buys them out of trouble.
Younger Men Seemed Filled with Hate for Mature Slaves
This boy did more than just practice his rope moves with me. He brutalized my ass too. Master did not say anything to him about molesting me or fucking me. Master lent me out just as a rope bunny so the boy could practice his skills. But he had other things on his mind besides bondage. Master never lent me out much before because he didn’t trust other people with his prized pony.
I tried fighting this strong and angry young man, but he just slapped me hard. I fell and landed on the floor with a thud. Then he started kicking me. I knew master did not approve of any of this, but I feared if I told him what this boy did, he might lose the club. How does a boy his age get so filled with such rage against a woman. What started out as him exploring bondage positions turned into him exploring his rape phone sex fantasies for a red headed MILF.
When we emerged from the VIP room, master knew something had happened. He could see my tear stained cheeks and the bruise appearing on my cheek. But I told him, I tripped. I’ve been a submissive slave my entire life. Although it would be nice to have a master who did not lend me out to psychopathic boys, when it happens, I suck it up. This is not my first rodeo and it won’t be my last period



















