Category: Rape phone sex fantasies

Rape Phone Sex Fantasies with Jillian

I was so glad I’d chosen to wear my pretty panties that day. It’s not like anyone ever expects to be accosted while they’re out and about running errands, but you never know who you may run into that you want to have some fun with. Well, I didn’t think anything of it the first time I saw him, or the second. By the third time, though, I wondered if he was following me. When I lost sight of him for a bit, I thought I was imagining things, and I carried on as normal. He grabbed me as I was walking past the alley between a couple of buildings, and his hand covered my mouth just as quickly as I could inhale. He pulled me quickly into a side door toward the back of the buildings, and I was all but dragged up the set of stairs there. He pulled me over to the pleather couch, and ripped my dress off of me. He told me he’d watched my show so many times, and that he didn’t think it was fair that all those guys who had a lot of money got to taste me, and he couldn’t afford to.Rape Phone Sex Fantasies He pressed my scantily-clad body into his couch, pulling my ass into the air. His hands stroked every inch of my skin, working their way around and into my panties and bra. He pulled my bra down beneath my tits, and pulled my panties aside as he buried himself deep in me. He fucked me hard and fast, and he kept me there fucking me for at least a couple of hours. He was a big guy, too, and his dick filled me up so that I wound up getting off several times, myself. I wasn’t pleased with how he went about it, but damn I hope I see him again!

Tied up and fucked in every hole

I am submissive and dominant when it suits me. I wanted to experience some BDSM though. I asked a friend of mine who is a major dominant male who is into rape, torture and hard core shit like that if he would help me out. He jumped all over that opportunity. He said he has always dreamed of being my master and that my body was gonna crave him after he was done with me. We picked a time and I showed up at his studio, I was instructed to strip and get down on my knees. I was then tied in a position as to where I could not move. I felt open and exposed, he could fuck any hole he wanted to and I would not be able to do a bad thing about it.BDSM sex JanelleHis cock was huge and before I could even ask one single question he shoved his fat member into my mouth. He pushed it in so hard I gagged, he then opened my mouth more and inserted his balls to. He proceeded to face fuck me and tell me I knew I deserved this. I could not breathe because his cock was so far back into my throat that I even threw up a little bit and had to swallow that along with the load of cum that he let loose in the back of my throat. He did various other things to my body and made me plead to come over and over again. He fucked every one of my holes and made me call him my master before he would allow me to cum. I spent seven ours tied up being an obedient little cum swallowing slut that did what I was told, but it felt so good that I will be going back very soon.

Hardcore Phone Sex Breaking the Mind

Hardcore Phone SexLet’s get a little kinky you said. It won’t hurt, just a little rope you said. And now you’ve wrapped that rope around my tits again and again. Made them swell up, look so tight, turn another color. All because you wanted to torture them. Watch me wiggle and squim as you hold that hitachi against my clit, forcing me to orgasm even as you run that sharp little wheel that looks like a spur running across the flesh that’s pulled so tight. It stings and tickles at the same time, bringing little drops of blood to the purple flesh. My voice, after hours of this confusing torture pleasure pain torture was so raw you couldn’t make me moan, or scream, or do anything but whimper anymore. You haven’t even taken any pleasure yourself. Just stolen mine from me. Your cock hard and throbbing I’m not even sure what you’re waiting for or what you’re going to eventually take for yourself. At this point though I’m fairy certain you just want to kill me. Rip the life from me through orgasms and pain.

Tranny Phone Sex Cuckolding Bitch

tranny phone sexNot all tranny phone sex sluts are dominant like me. Many of us are; at least the ones with big dicks. I mean I have a sexy tranny cock that is nearly 10 inches hard. I am not going to be a bitch to some guy with half of what I got. That is selling myself way short. I think too highly of myself  to settle for a little dick. I guess you could call me a cuckolding tranny because if you fall short in the dick department, you aren’t going to fuck me. I will fuck you, however. Hard too. If I had a $1 for every time a guy told me he had what I needed and what he thought I needed was a small dick, I wouldn’t need to be a phone sex shemale. This new guy in my building has been relentless in his pursuit of me. He swears he will rock my world. Any guy with that much bravado is usually a loser. By loser I mean he has an insufficient cock to satisfy me. I didn’t think he even knew I was a special girl. Pretty sure he was clueless. I tossed him a bone in the elevator last night. I suggested he come to my pad to show me this miracle he has between his legs. Curse was more accurate. He was dangling about 3 inches of pure nightmare for a hot sexy bitch. I pulled up my latex skirt, pulled my thong to the side and said, “I win.” He looked shocked. I knew he had no clue. He started to scamper away, but I grabbed him and tossed him on the couch. I then gave him a hardcore anal fucking that could be heard in the next town. I laughed and giggled over what he described as a great cock. After I was done making him my bitch, I let him scamper away with my cum leaking out of his gaping asshole.

Cocky Play Time

phone sex fetish mayI have been horny all fucking day and I just want a big fat cock to play with. I am horny and my asshole is yearning to be fucked or even better yet, I want to put my dick into a nice tight asshole. I figure the hornier I get the fucking perkier my sweet little nipples seem to get. I do not want to masturbate when I get home but I will if I have to. I want my asshole to have something pushing up in it, like a big fat cock. I do not care what color the cock is, black, white, blue or even fucking polka dotted. I am just craving a big juicy dick to suck and fuck me. Its been one of those kind of day where I do not really care about anything but that. It should be easy enough, just find a huge cock to be my fuck toy for a few hour and send them on their way. I just want to play for a little while.

Incest phone sex with Isis

Incest phone sex
I have been such a busy little babysitter so far, this year! My pussy is wet thinking about last night. I had a young daddy call me. He needed my help. He caught his wife fucking a dirty nigger on New Year’s Eve. He kicked her out but his daughter looks just like her mommy. It frustrates him both mentally and sexually. He tried not to think about it but as he was changing her shitty diaper and had to spread open her little pussy lips, she looked just like her mommy. He missed his wife’s pussy but she was tainted by nigger dick and he didn’t want her anymore. He didn’t know what to do. I helped him figure it out. After I had him lick my nigger-cock-loving pussy, I spread open his daughter’s tiny little bald cunny. I told him to stroke his cock. He was rock hard right over her, rubbing his cock and pushing the head against her tiny clitty. He wanted her hole, but I knew he would cum instantly when he pushes his fat grown man cock inside of her tiny little hole. I wanted him to enjoy it. I made him rub his cock ‘til it was drooling. I held her little arms and legs down. I sat my hairy red pussy on her face and started riding it. I told him to fuck her tiny hole. He pushed the very tip inside of her and she started screaming in my pussy! I started to yell at him to destroy her tiny fuck hole. He was sweating, trying to hold back his cum as his little mommy look-alike is screaming into my cunt! He pushed harder inside of her, ripping her hole and making him explode as I squirted all over her face as she let out a blood curling scream into my pussy.

GFE Phone Sex with a Submissive Whore

GFE phone sexHe called me for GFE phone sex, but his voice was so familiar. I didn’t recognize the name. The address was nowhere near me. I am good with voices, but certainly I didn’t know him. But I did. You see, I had a very cruel Master for years. I have had many over the years, but none that scared me as much as Him. I played it cool. Acted like I had no clue who he was, but it was in my voice. Fear was in my voice. He kept me prisoner in his basement for almost a year. He barely fed me. In his eyes I was a whore. A whore who cheated on him simply by doing nude modeling and phone sex to support myself. He didn’t want to share me with anyone. Not even you. Not even a camera. When he found out I was making money off my hot body, he tossed me in his basement. I endured lack of sunlight; lack of human contact and constant force fucking for a year. He said I was his whore. No one else’s.  I was his captive. I was his slave. One day, an opportunity presented itself to me and I broke free. I fled to a new town. I changed my name. It has been years now since I last saw him. His was the only voice I heard for a year, so it is a voice I will never forget. My gut knew it was him even though our conversation was all GFE related. Then it hit me. He was trying to get information from me to find me again. Was I crazy? Maybe it wasn’t him. I started to relax a little thinking it was some sort of PTSD episode making me paranoid. But as we said our goodbyes, he called me by my real name. “I will find you again,” he seethed before he hung up. I peed myself in fear. It is only a matter of time before he finds me. Would you ever keep a  beautiful bimbo like me prisoner for your own pleasure?

Drilled and filled

adult phone chat

I have a rape phone sex fantasy I desperately enjoy telling people on my adult phone chat line.

I’m hanging out in a bar, and this bearded guy, I’ll call him Mark, keeps hitting on me. Being the prissy, picky bitch, I turn him down over and over. (Yeah, right. Like I’ve ever turned down a cock before, ha!) So, I got bored and decided to go home. I take my time, finishing one more drink at home, before going upstairs to go to for a shower, and to bed.

I left a trail of clothes going up the staircase, eager to be clad only in my skin. But, when I reached my bedroom door, I see the guy from the bar! He’s standing in my room, naked and hard, with a pair of my panties on his cock, and one to his face, inhaling deeply. I was so surprised, I simply stood there in shock and squeaked! When he noticed me, he moved so fast I could barely react. In an instant he had me on the bed, pinned, spread. But, he didn’t just shove his cock into me and go to town.

He wadded up a pair of my panties, and used his cock as a battering ram to shove them deeper and deeper. He comes in me, soaking the fabric, but he’s not done. He does this over and over again, pair after pair. He comes each time before adding another pair. 

By the time he, and I, came, the head of his dick barely fit in my little cunt, spraying his last load all over my open, gaped, and stuffed fuck hole.

Do you have a fantasy you’d like to share with me?

Please pound my Ass

hot ass sexRenting a hotel for the weekend to  get away from our annoying family so we can get some much needed closeness while he wants to do mutual masturbation before sex I just want his thick cock pounding into my fat ass. I’ve been craving him like I was craving my Nana’s stuffing for thanksgiving. He’s really playing games with me if he thinks I won’t snatch his cock from his hand and ride his cock with my ass until I catch my nut. I want him to fill my ass hole up with his cum and watch it drip out slowly maybe have him suck the cum from my ass too. But as I rub my clit I scoot closer to him about to give into my impulses and force him to bend to my will.

Pain Slut Phone Sex meets Piano Wire

Pain Slut Phone SexRoofies are a hell of a drug. Especially when you wake up with your hands cuffed behind your back and sharp pains running across your stomach, ribs, thighs, and breasts. It felt as if I was being held up by knifes but as open my eyes. Try to force them to focus beyond the drug haze that had covered them. It took awhile to realize I was staring at a floor. It was concreted made brown with dirty and there were scuff marks from boots all around me. I tried to look down to see the bed I was on, but there was nothing under me. I didn’t understand. It didn’t make sense, I could feel the pressure underneath me as if I was laying on a bed of nails. I tried to look up behind me and cried out as I felt that sharp pain digging into me intensify so badly that my vision turned white until I forced myself to relax again. The pain didn’t go away but it wasn’t as if I was being sliced by hundreds of razors at once. I found myself panting as I recollected my brain working hard not to shift and get more comfortable as anytime a muscle flexed or moved it’d cause that sharp awful pain. I try to recollect what I saw before my vision turned and I remember a spiderweb. Nothing but thin silver lines moving from around me and into the ceiling but that didn’t make sense either and I just can’t understand. Then I heard the crunch of dirt being ground into concrete. The heavy footsteps of someone in boots walked towards me. I waited to see the person who had captured me but they never appeared in front of me and then I felt something soft, gentle, and evil across the sole of my foot. I gasped, laughing, as I instinctively tried to pull my foot away from whatever the soft item was. The pain was so intense that shot through me, my vision went white as I felt razor blades all over my body. A hard hand gripping my ankle and holding my foot still as the soft item went away to fingers. The hard fingers digging into the sensitive curve of my foot forcing me to laugh and scream as I jerk, pull away, and squirm against my bindings. I can feel them digging harder and harder into me. I feel what is almost a pop in some areas as the pain goes to an entirely new level. My frayed nerves extra sensitive from the abuse allowing me to feel the dripping blood from those popped sections. The sound of the blood dripping onto the floor was so loud to my ears. Even over my sobbing laughter. He wouldn’t let up though, his fingers just switching from one foot to the other, driving me mad. I couldn’t even beg for him to stop all my air went into crying, laughing, and sobbing. I felt like I was going to pass out and didn’t even realize how sick this was all making me until I felt the burn of stomach acid in my throat and seeing the mess I made on the floor. He stopped, still never saying a word to me as he walked around me. Stopping in front of me he pulled my hair pulling my head up. My face was red, my eyes full of tears and flowing, and even snot uncontrolled down my face. I flinched as he spoke. His voice hard and deep like gravel and wolf growls. “You made a mess slut.” He pulled me forward by my head, rocking me on whatever torture device he had put me on making me whimper and scream again. He pulled my face into his hard jeans. I could feel his hard cock as he ground the rough cloth against my face scratching it with his zipper and the metal button as he promised to me. “I’m going to have fun with you whore. Especially making you clean this up. Now open your mouth and beg me for my cock.”