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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?

Sex Addict

Adult phone chatI wanna be fucked so bad. I want my pretty little rosebud asshole to be torn open, and of course my pussy needs some love too. I think I have sex addiction, and I think that  is okay. What do you think? I think you could take advantage oh how much I love sex,and that means you can literally fuck me whenever and where ever you want. We can be in public and say you wanna fuck then I will be down we can head to the dressing rooms. I give no fucks if the people in the stall s next to us hear, hell they can join in if they want . I am down for anything and I know that turns you on and makes that dick hard.

Daniella is Perfect for Your Foot Fetish Phone Sex Fantasies

foot fetish phone sexFoot fetish phone sex is best explored with a hot sexy bitch. Look at Daniella?  Not only is she smoking hot, but she has beautiful feet. Look at her feet.  Can you imagine those feet wrapped around your cock? Her lips look like they could suck the chrome off of a door knob. Her entire body is perfection. Her feet, however, are in a class by themselves. Each toe is perfectly sculpted to feel amazing against your cock. Her feet are pedicured perfectly. You know you can feel her feet, so soft and supple, around your cock like she is making a fire with two sticks. She rubs your feet into a frenzy until you explode. Your hot seed runs through those perfectly pedicured toes. Being the perfect goddess she is, she can lift her feet to her mouth and suck your cum off of each toe. Fucking hot as hell right? Daniella is the goddess of your wet dreams. Your fantasy GFE, because face it, you could never score a bitch this hot in the real world. She can be your phone sex GFE. She is a cuckolding mistress too. You cannot be that hot and get fucked by little dicks. That is a waste of a perfectly hot woman. Daniella is waiting to make your fantasies cum true.

Phone Sex Fantasy Fuck Sessions of Cum

We love phone sex fantasy fuck sessions of cum draining good times. My slutkins take after mommy in how well they can work a dick, and how many ways we can make a cock cum for us. I started my slutkins early and now they are already pros and so barely legal it hurts.

We party it up good so often when you call me in the middle of the night the sluts will be asleep but that doesn’t mean you still can’t play, and have your way with them. I’m a really naughty bad mommy and just really enjoy watching my girls get fucked. It excites me to watch you penetrate her sweet cunt and to watch them squirm and whimper. I know they really enjoy taking dick and they love to tease, so maybe you oughta teach the slutkins a lesson?

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GFE Phone Sex – Kinky Kitchen Sex

GFE phone sexWell, I got a little freaky last night. I was in the kitchen when I got the call, and I could not leave my stove unattended, so I did what I do best. I improvised. I stayed at my stove as I proceeded to give him a fantastic blowjob right in my kitchen. He loved that I wasn’t afraid to get down and dirty while I made dinner. Well, he didn’t know it, but as I was cooking and talking to him, I’d taken one of my spoons that has a nice, thick handle, and was rubbing it on my clit. I was imagining his cock being what was rubbing me as I told him how much I wanted to slip my legs around him and lower myself onto his cock. As I described how tight and hot my pussy felt, and how thick and hard his cock felt filling me up, I slid that spoon handle up into my cunt, and I started to really go to town, fucking his cock as I finished up my dinner preparations. I came so hard thinking about his cock and fucking myself, I swear I was shuddering with it. It was an amazing session.

Mutual Masturbation Phone Sex with Jillian

Mutual Masturbation Phone SexI imagine you here with me, and I can’t help but touch myself. I imagine your lips and tongue tracing patterns over my body, and my fingers follow those very same trails. As I imagine your mouth sucking my nipple in, my hand covers that nipple before my fingers begin to twist and tug at it, mimicking what your mouth would do. My hand follows the trail your tongue and mouth would make down my belly and over my hips, to work its way down to my thigh. It would linger there, tracing slow, sensual patterns over my thigh, working slowly inward to the very core of my craving. I imagine your mouth finally licking gently at the lips to my cunt, slowly forcing its way in between them to find my wet center and the little bud that will drive me insane. My fingers and hand work my clit over, sliding in and out of my cunt as I know your mouth would, and then slips further down to finger at my ass hole. I finally slip a finger into my ass hole, then two, as my other hand makes its way to my clit and cunt. I feel the rush of my orgasm as I imagine you finally driving your hard cock into me, and the power of it blows my mind. I just love the way you love me!!

 

Play with my pretty panties

adult phone chatI must admit, I have somewhat of a thing for being played with through my panties when I am on adult phone chat. Ok, not somewhat, a MASSIVE thing for it! I just love the feel of firm fingers brushing, toying, and rubbing my perfect little pussy through my pretty little panties! The feeling of the fabric gives so much of an extra sensation to every motion it drives me wild! As soon as I feel the first finger strokes over my little clit, I start soaking the lace completely. Even if it’s my own fingers, feeling first the light scrape of my nails over my hood, then the firmer strokes opening my cunt lips inside the panties, and using the slight texture of the lace to massage my clit to it’s full hardness. Leaving a thumb over my nub, i spread two fingers around the narrow crotch of the fabric, and work them, and it, deep into my tight fuckhole, feeling my juices flow down my wrist and drip onto my bed. Licking my honey from my fingers, oh how I love the flavor, and Imagine some strong hands in place of mine. I would go into orbit with a hot mouth to lick and suck my tits while rubbing my little kitty, especially if he had a nice, hard cock for me to throat fuck.

I can see it now, we would come over, and over, and over again.

Won’t you cum with me?

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.”

Slavery Phone Sex poking the Ghosts

Slavery Phone SexMaster has learned about ghost hunting. He wants to so bad to see something to experience something outside his control since everyone and everything in his life falls to his domination. The ghost haunting he is talking about though is different than cassette tapes and thermal cameras. He wants to feel them himself and so he’s going to piss them off enough to retaliate against him or her. I don’t know why he’s working so hard to walk into danger but… This scares me so badly and I know I can’t say no. So we went to Georgia to this house that was known as a plantation house. One that was horrible to slaves, many died after they were tortured to death and had been converted into a museum by one of the surviving ancestors of one of the slaves… I don’t think he’d be happy if he knew what Master wanted to do after the tour and the stories of the atrocities that occurred but Master paid a lot of money for us to spend the night alone inside this home and as the owner left and we were truly alone. He grabbed his toy bag and we went to the basement. An area that was once used as a dungeon as it still had rusty metal shackles on the wall. He took his skein of rope and tied me to these shackles and I felt a shiver run through me. Almost as if fingers running over my hair and as if trying to comfort me an old song getting stuck in my head that I didn’t realize was there until I heard Master ask me “What the fuck are you humming?” and I looked over my shoulder at him surprised. “I don’t know Sir…” he grinned. Realizing that maybe the spirits he so badly wanted to feel were already toying with me, I imagine he thought they were scratching and hurting me rather than the gentle caresses and touches that shivered through my body. He pulled out a flogger with thick leather falls. One to warm me up rather than hurt me but I didn’t know of the modifications he made. The small metal claws he added to the end of each fall and he hit me hard. Not warming me up and making me scream as I felt those metal claws slash across my back. I could feel the air go from warm and comforting to tense and felt a soft brush of air across my cheek as if trying to wipe away tears. Then another hit from Master. I screamed, gripping the ropes hard as I let my weight be supported by the old shackles. I started to sing to myself “Hush little baby…” whack! Another hard hit and scream as he laughed behind me. The words kept coming as if against my will. “Don’t say a word…” I sang softly under my breath as I heard the scrape of something hard against the brick floor. He screamed, “Come at me you fuckers. Or I’ll be her back raw!” I could already feel the blood running down my back. I saw from the corner of my eye his arm reach up ready to hit me again. Then there was a thump before he could hit me again. He screamed this time and I turned to watch him as he scrabbled to grip the bricks. Hold himself in the room near me, even gripping for my ankles for me to help him as unseen hands dragged him from me towards a cell that was only 10-15 feet away from me. He couldn’t reach me and I couldn’t help him and as they dragged him into the room the door slam closed behind him. I watched that door, waiting for him to come out as the room turned cold around me. “Mama’s gonna buy you a mocking bird…”

Rape Phone Sex Fantasies – Disgusting!

Rape phne sex fantasiesAs I was shopping the other day, I had to go to the restroom. I was on my monthly, and I wanted to make sure I was keeping clean and fresh. I had no idea I was being followed until the bathroom door slammed shut behind me. He drug the big trashcan in front of the door to block anyone else from coming in right away, and proceeded to stalk me to the nearest stall. I couldn’t close it fast enough, and he quickly had my pants and panties down, running his fingers through my gash. He felt that little string, and I could see this twisted look of pleasure cross his face. He unplugged me and ran his fingers up inside of me, dropping the used tampon on the floor in the process. I gagged, and that made him laugh. He pushed harder up inside of me, and when he pulled his fingers back out, they were coated in red, and it was dripping down his hand toward his wrist. He had his cock out and inside of me before I could say a word, lifting my one leg with that nasty hand, causing me to gag and try not to throw up in his face. He pounded into me hard, fast, and furiously. He came and pulled out to find his cock and inner thighs covered in my blood. He laughed then, and then backhanded me just before I threw up at the feeling of all that cum and blood and clots gushing out of me onto the floor. He cleaned himself up and left me there to deal with the mess on my own.