Category: Rape phone sex fantasies

His Rape Phone Sex Fantasies

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He said he had rape phone sex fantasies. I thought he meant fantasy. I role play all the time. I thought I would be role playing a damsel in distress for him. He was hot and wealthy. I was hoping we would keep on dating. We went out to dinner. Maybe for some it was not polite dinner conversation, but hearing his violent fantasies made my cunt wet. I like rough sex. I have never minded being called names or having my hair pulled. I like a good spanking too. I was ready to indulge his fantasies when we got back to his place, but I was not given a chance. The moment we got back to his place, he punched me in the face. He pinned me against the wall like I was a bug. He yanked my panties off so hard they left a burn mark on my skin. I fought him. I told him this was too much and I wanted to go, but he just jammed his fist up my cunt while hurling insults at me. This was no fantasy. This was no role play. This was him doing whatever the fuck he wanted. The more I fought, the more he hurt me. Eventually, I just gave up fighting. He nutted, tossed a $20 at me and told me to take an Uber home. I wanted a relationship. He just wanted to abuse me.

Please Let Me Cum!

Extreme Fetish Phone SexHow much more can I take? You’ve been at it for hours, swinging between giving me the most succulent tickle torture of my life, and the cruelest orgasm denial ever wrought. My cunt is dripping for you, Master. I have to piss so badly; I’m trying so hard to hold it. Your cock is harder than diamond; I can see it throbbing through your jeans, huge and ready for me. You edge me again, assaulting my poor overstimulated pussy with a high vibration Hitatchi wand. I’m begging and screaming before twenty seconds has even passed. I’m on the edge of cumming, my cunt is pleading for just a tiny push over the edge. And like that, the vibrator is gone, replaced with still air. Then, my assailants are feathers; all over my soles, across my belly, under my arms. You flick and tease my dusky nipples, my clit is begging for release. I can’t stop laughing; I can’t breathe. I don’t know if I’m going to pass out or piss myself first. “PLEASE MASTER I HAVE TO GO S-S-SO BADLY!” I scream, cackling from your tickles the entire time. Then, you pose the impossible question as you flick a feather across my clitty. “Do you want to cum, or piss?” I always choose piss. Your punishments are too harsh. And this is how I haven’t cum since Christmas; all I know is this torture, day in and day out. Please, Master, let me cum!

A Submissive whore Belongs on the Kitchen Floor

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Where does a submissive whore mommy belong? On the kitchen floor enduring pain after she has been subjected to a wild gang bang organized by my son. My Husband and Master of my body and soul is away for work and I am completely in the hands of my son for the duration of his absence. I am required daily to video blog to my One True master how I am being used by my teenage son. I am nothing but a BSDM plaything and I know that!  I got pretty for my sons and his friends and made them dinner and served like a good slave is supposed too. But they wanted nothing but me, and to give me pain. I swear my son was selling tickets to my mommy whore cunt as they tied me up and pulled down my hose and panties. Using my tits and ass and even my cunt for all those cocks to be driven in and out of! I had lost my mind and was enjoying the fucking and cum gushing a little to much! I began to be spanked by the broom and the belts they had all found. My thighs ,tits and ass lit up like the forth of July!  And then because my son had a sick and twisted side no doubt from his father! He grabbed the chili peppers of the cabinet and stuck them up my ass and cunt and pulled my hose and panties back up leaving me in searing pain! The more I cried and screamed the more they laughed at me. My holes were on fire and the cum inside me just seemed to make the burning sensation intensify! I begged to be untied, but all my son did was pull out his cock and piss all over me. He had his buddies join in to drown my worthless mommy ass in piss as I lay crying in pain for hours. I blacked out and woke up in a tub full of ice with my husband standing over me smiling!

Baseball Bat To The Cunt Made Me Wet

Slave TrainingI got fucked up at a party the other night, like the druggy cunt I am. I ended up chained to a wall, getting railed by four big, black cocks all at once. They used me like a cocksleeve, a little fuck puppet. I had snorted so much coke, I didn’t care. Their leader hung me from the ceiling, chained by my saggy tits.
My eight inch pumps were barely brushing the ground. Fuck it hurt! I was dripping wet by the time they took a wooden baseball bat to my pussy. I screamed; because fuck it hurt, but I couldn’t help but want more. I became their piñata; they cracked my ribs, ripped at my hair, pulled out my teeth.
I was in the sweetest agony, a heaven in hell. Every time they landed a blow, the tears leaked from my eyes, the blood from my cuts, and a thick, sticky wetness from my cunt. Offering me more coke, they put a pigs mask on me now. Their side of bacon; I was squealing like Suey herself. A bat to the temple knocked me out. When I woke up, I was tucked into bed, all cleaned up. The manacles around my wrists let me know I was trapped; again.

Bondage S&M

Fucked While On A Run – Wet

Bondage SubmissionMy cunt was soaking wet by the time he’d cut off my running shorts. “You always run by, teasing me. Fucking bitch.” He spit on me, tightening his grip on my throat. “You never wear any panties. I always see your pussy lips.” He brought the knife up to my throat. The woods started to go dark. He’d pulled me off the trail, and dragged me down by the creek.
When I regained consciousness, he was slamming his cock down my throat. I choked around it, begging for a breath. He pulled out, and slapped me hard across my cheek. “Wake up, cunt. I want my cock sleeve to remember how this feels.” The man shoved me, so I was bent over a fallen tree. He forced his cock into my tight little asshole, dry. I was crying, but growing wetter by the second. Shoving two fingers into my cunt, he spit on me again. “The bitch likes to get fucked.”
He used me, again and again, until he left me with a cum filled cunt, and a broken nose. Sobbing, I reached down to see his cum mixed with blood, and mixed with my cum, too.

Bondage and Submission

bondage and submissionBondage and submission are what I do best. I was raised as a submissive girl. I am not young anymore, but I am still submissive. Sometimes, guys ask me to be dominant, but I suck at it. I do not want to tell people what to do. I want to be told what to do. I want to be tied up. Lately, it has been difficult for me. I have my phone job, and many callers use me for 20 minutes to an hour, but it does not replace the feel of rope on my wrists and ankles. Nor does it replace a hard cock shoved in my ass or my mouth. My master has not seen me in person since March. I have had a few Tinder hookups that helped, but a lifetime submissive whore like me, needs daily bondage and physical abuse. I need a lot of humiliation too. I decided to bait my son last night. He hates me. He does not want much to do with me, but I can bait him occasionally to abuse his mommy, especially now when he is not getting much pussy. When he came home, he was drunk. That made it easier to piss him off. I said a few things about getting a job and contributing to this family, and that was all it took. My son is a freeloader. I like having him around though even though all he does his berate me. Occasionally, I can get him to fuck me. He is not attracted to his whore mother, but he will fuck me out of anger and to burn off some steam like last night. He tied me up and fucked my ass like some sort of wild animal. My asshole still hurts. I wanted it though. Just sitting here trying to figure out how to piss him off again because I need more rough sex.

Bondage whore Mommy Jessica

bondage whoreMy son came to visit last weekend. He has owned me for so many years. Even now that he’s grown and moved out, he still owns Mommy. I can’t find anyone that uses me and dominates me the way he does. He turns Mommy into his bondage whore and then tortures my holes. He loves to humiliate me and bring his friends in to use me as a fuck doll. He bends me over and holds me down and lets them fuck my asshole. He will tell them to call me a slut and spit on me. He has them drag me by my hair and force fuck my mouth. He will let them use anything they can find to force into my holes. He loves to watch Mommy get used and destroyed while he strokes his hard cock. After his friends have used me up and filled me with cum, he makes me scoop the cum out on my fingers and lick it off as he fucks my cum soaked asshole. No one can fuck my holes like Master can.

 

 

Bondage Whore Bernice

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This bondage whore got herself in a pickle Friday night. I hooked up with this guy I met on Tinder. I told him I was into bondage and he tied me up on my bed. He said he was going to use my bathroom, but I heard the front door slam. He left me tied up. My phone was on the nightstand, but I was bound and gagged. It was not easy to get my phone. I did manage to hit my daughter’s name to call with my nose. She came home hours later. She did not run to rescue me. She took her sweet damn time. And when she arrived, she was not alone. She had two guys with her. Friends from school I assumed. She stood there looking at me with disdain. She told the guys to do what they wanted with me. They unzipped their pants, pulling out sizeable cocks for their age. My daughter was all for them taking advantage of me tied up. I know I am a submissive whore, but I wanted some say in the matter. They did not care.  I knew my master would be pissed because he does not like me fucking high school boys. Do not tell him, okay? Those friends of my daughter got what they wanted, and according to her, I got what I deserved. They shoved their cocks in my ass and pussy for what seemed like forever. I could feel the cum oozing out both holes. When they were done, they made me suck their cocks clean. I was tasting my ass and pussy. My daughter snapped a few pictures to shame me further. I endured all that to still be left tied up. I had to wait until my son came home. He did untie me, but only after he nutted in my face and laughed at what a submissive sex whore I am.

Fucking Me With Fists And Forearms

XXX BondageEvery hole I had hole was filled, black gloves covering the hands that fisted me. I was screaming through the cock I was gagging on, trying to cry and beg, but no one was listening to me. These men were elbow deep in my cunt, in my ass. They were re-arranging my organs, and there was nothing I could do.
For days I’d been trapped and abused. I was branded, hooked, electrocuted, beaten, and all-around tortured. The other day it had been baseball bats, but today it was themselves. They said they wanted to feel how damaged I was inside. It made me wonder, was I damaged enough? Would I be getting out of here anytime soon? Or was I doomed to live in this dungeon forever, just a toy for them to torment, to torture, to trap? They were fucking me with their forearms.
Never did I ever think I would have to endure this type of not only humiliation, but body modification. I knew my holes would never unstretch. They would never be the same. I would never be able to fuck a man and have him tell me I was tight again. I’m for what? Because they had found me in an alley?
They took me because they could. They took me, because now they own me. I’ve always been a submissive for, but now I wish the true definition of property. As much as I wanted the pain to stop, I knew that if the pain stopped, I would just want it to happen all over again. They were fucking my holes, the worst part? They hadn’t needed any lube.

Beaten Bloody – Hooks For Whores

Hardcore BondageHow many days have I been trapped in this dungeon, used and abused? I don’t know. Four, maybe five? I know I get beaten unconscious more than once a day. My pussy stays wet, and my bruises stay dark. Just last night, I was hanging from the ceiling by hooks. I’ve never been in so much pain, or so humiliated in my entire life.
They suspended me with what felt like a million sharp steel hooks. All through my tits, my thighs, my stomach. Even my poor pussy got a taste. It took what felt like hours to hang me, and then, they left me. In total darkness, with only the sound of my own breathing. Eventually they came back. I froze in terror, but my needy cunt gave me away. I was slick as a driveway in December as I watched six men walk in with baseball bats.
For hours, I was their human pinata. They would come, take a crack at my ribs, and watch me swing. The more I screamed, the harder they tried to get the candy out. They finally took a shot at a Grand Slam. One of the men started to force the bat into my abused cunt. He stretched me out. I was crying, and begging for release from my bonds, but a bat to the mouth shut me up. He started to fuck me with the bat. When I was right on the edge of cumming, my poor exhausted body doing anything it could to stay alert, he ripped it out, and took a swing. Full force, right to the cunny. The pain was beyond me, and I passed out. How much longer would I be trapped here? Was I going to make it out alive? Irrelevant questions; did I even truly want to escape? My heart said yes, but my greedy cunt told me no.