I’m a sexy MILF phone sex woman as well as a subby whore. I have discovered recently that many young men enjoy abusing an older woman; my son and his friends especially. My son has been getting more and more violent with me lately. Mother’s Day didn’t go as I expected. Instead of getting flowers, I got viciously gang banged by my son and twenty of his closest friends. When he arrived, he said he had a special present for me. He wanted to show me just what he thought of me. That’s when his friends appeared. Master has shared me with a few men over the years, but nothing like this. I was scared. Those boys looked like a hungry pack of wolves. The pushed me on the floor, striped me naked and started fucking the shit out of of me. Rough sex doesn’t describe it. If you have rape phone sex fantasies, you couldn’t even dream up the shit they did to me. They fisted my holes. Sometimes I had two fists in my cunt and ass at the same time. They even sodomized me with my high heels. I could feel my asshole bleeding. Without looking, I knew it prolapsed. I was crying. Yes, I am submissive, but my Master has never been this savage with me. He likes my holes tight. I started crying. Not just from the pain, but also from the knowledge that my Master would be very upset that my holes were ruined. My pussy is a far cry from tight, but they managed to make me feel like I was giving birth again. My son tore my pussy then and now. The guys that couldn’t get a shot at my pussy, jacked off on my face and tits as they yelled, “Happy Mother’s Day, whore.” I’ve been recuperating for a few days. I guess I don’t deserve anything less.
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Training the newbies
“Harder.” I screamed. “Make it hurt.” The belt landed solidly against my naked ass. I arched with the pain of my bondage phone sex whipping, feeling my pussy getting wet. Just a few more blows and I knew I’d be coming. You were new to this. You didn’t hit with nearly as much force as Master did. I knew that if I allowed you to go easy on me, that I’d pay for it later. Trainees like you were not uncommon. In all of the years since I’d been abducted and forced into slavery, I’d seen so much young ones pass through these doors.
I began to taunt you, hoping that it would be just what you needed to really turn lose on me. I hissed ugly words between my clenched teeth. You didn’t even know how to insert a ball gag properly. “Faggot. Loser. Tiny dick.” I provoked you. Finally some emotion from you. I could see your jaw clench. Your cock was rising over the top of your leather pants. I knew you couldn’t take much more.
One more act of disobedience was all it took. You were on me like a wolf on fresh kill. You grabbed me by the throat, forcing your fuck stick down my gullet. I choked and you began to punch me as you pumped into my face. I could smell the stench of your sweaty balls as you fucked me. The bile rose in my throat but I swallowed it. You were just like the others. An evil controlling man whose penis was only hardened by abusing a helpless person.
You pulled out with the first throb of your cock. Slippery with my spit, you gripped it, jacking it. I bowed my head and waited for the shower of cum. Sluts like me were born for one reason. To take the abuse that other women refused and make it my talent. Knowing that I was dead forever to my family, what did it matter what happened to me now?
Lost
It’s been 15 years since I was kidnapped. So many years of bondage phone sex that I’ve forgotten how to be normal. I was living the good life as the trophy wife of a local businessman. A mother of two young ones. A pillar of the community. My hubby had lured me into the cuckold life that he loved. Men were always coming and going. Looking back, I wonder if this was all planned. The day I was attacked, everyone was gone. A masked man dragged me into a van and my life changed forever.
My abductor was a cruel man. He broke me, starved me, and beat me senseless. I’ll never forget the day he brought home the newspaper where my husband had me declared dead. I lost the will to live that day. He owned me now. He knew where I was weak. My fiesty side was gone. I was dead inside. I was property, like a pet. I faced the life that he forced me to live.
Six months later, it all changed. He brought home another paper where my husband was marrying my best friend. That night, I begged him to kill me. And believe me, he tried. All of his angry lust spilled out as he inflicted every horror in his dungeon upon me. I lashed me, strung me up, violated me with every object. But I felt nothing inside. I was meat. Just a pretty plaything that he could share with his friends. And somewhere along the way, my pain turned to arousal. My pussy throbs with each blow, every kick, and every vile word. I am now a submissive whore. Chained, helpless, and born to serve my master. Use me as your cum dumpster, ashtray, or footstool. I know my place. I am nobody.