Tag: Rape phone sex fantasies

Alone and Afraid

Why would you leave me here in the sleet and rain? There isn’t anything for miles. This is the old abandoned lot at the factory outside of town. There can only be one reason. You sold me again. You sold me, and I know someone must be coming for me. I walk around aimlessly in the cold frozen rain, my legs aching and my mouth dry. I try to yell for help, but I know nobody will hear me. I know you never make mistakes, and whoever is coming for me will get anything and everything he paid for.

I see the headlights approaching and I know better than to try to run or hide. That just makes it more fun for your friends. They only pay to take me and play out all their rape phone sex fantasies with my body. I walk to the edge of the lot and try to wish myself invisible. The lights approach so slowly, and I am terrified. Maybe this time you sold me for good. Maybe you took enough money to give me up to the snuff porn world. Maybe I didn’t even care anymore. All I am is a piece of flesh for you to trade for sick fun at the hands of other rich men.

The lights stop and glare at me. I am hunched over, freezing and scared. I can hear the engine of the car rumbling and I know he is inside, warm, watching me. I start to cry despite knowing it won’t help. I hear the car door open and footsteps coming towards me. I can’t see anything through the glare of the headlights and my tears. Then he grabs me, and I catch a glimpse of his masked face. I try to fight but he loves it. I can feel his hardon on my back as he wrestles with me. He is telling me he is going to hurt me badly.

I fight him all the way back to the car, but its no use, he throws me in the open door. My legs go numb from the force of the hit against the door frame. He spits right in my face, and it drips down along with the sleet. He attacks me right there in the parking lot with the door open and the freezing rain pelting down on us. He spreads my legs and shoves his fist up inside me without any hesitation.

I try to scream again, but nothing comes out of my mouth. He fists me until I am nearly unconcious, and then shoves me the rest of the way in the car. He gets in the drivers side and we drive away. I have no idea where I am headed and I have no idea if I will ever see you again. But I know for sure this guy is evil, and I am a worthless whore, only still alive because you can make a quick buck off selling my body.

Make Me Beg for More

 

I love when they tell me to beg for it, force me to tell them how much I love to be used, humiliated, and dominated. This week my master told me I would be doing a very important job for him. Of course I would do anything he wants me to do, so I happily arrived at my master’s boss’s house ready for anything his boss wanted to do to me. I was sure to get him a raise after this visit, I thought. He wasted no time practically dragging me downstairs, ripping off my outfit and ordering me to put on the outfit he had picked out for me. I am a good submissive slut and I did everything he told me to do. Once exactly how he wanted me, he informed me that if I disobeyed him at all I was to expect a punishment far more painful than I could ever imagine. I could tell this guy was serious about his hot desire to violate me. I was excited, he had me bound, arms apart and above my head, and he was making me suck his cock. He made me beg for it, and when I wasn’t loud enough he smacked me hard, telling me there was more pain if I wanted to be a stupid whore and not speak up. I took it all, my pussy dripping with anticipation – I love an angry man, who knows he can do whatever he wants to me and hits me the moment he doesn’t get his way. I love the thrill, the pain and the punishment. It wasn’t long before he was ready to inflict more pain. He kept me on my knees making sure I told him that I am a slut who belongs on my knees at all times. This is when he took out his whip, and made me count out loud every single lash, as he forced me to beg for more. And that isn’t even the start of my newest brutally abusive session…mmm.

Merry Fucking Christmas

We have our own set of holiday traditions here at the club house. We always set up an adult holiday house that isn’t for the faint of heart. For example if you get caught under our mistletoe instead of getting kissed you get covered in cum or piss or what ever the person closest to you decides they want to cover you in. We have a Santa but our Santa isn’t the sweet and jolly St. Nick that every one is used to. In fact he is a menacing fella. He doesn’t pass out candy canes and sweet treats, instead he hands out alcohol and drugs and nasty sex toys. Whatever gift you get you must share with at least one of his wicked little elves. And if you’re nice you get what you deserve, a visit to the dark side and an introduction to what you should be all year.
Naughty, very, very naughty! Our idea if holiday cheer is nothing that you have ever experienced in your life. But I can guarantee you that it is something you will never forget and if you have even a hint of bad in you, you will come back for more. If you know someone that needs a special holiday this year, you know where to go.

Submissive Phone Sex with Janelle

I saw you at the bank, and I knew from experience that your good looks and charm had a twisted side. Your eyes were deep blue and seemed to be swimming with sick thoughts. I am used to having men oogle my body and breasts, but the way you stared me down made my pussy throb just thinking about what was going through your head. You were ahead of me in line, and once I was done and headed for my car, you were waiting for me. Leaned against my car, not even smiling.

I walked up slowly, not sure what to expect, and as I approached you just kept looking my body up and down, almost like you wanted to eat me alive. Normally I would have been offended, but something about you made me feel weak and feminine and vulnerable. Once I got close enough, you took me by the arm and swung me around throwing me back up against my own car. It took my breath away, you scared me, but it was broad daylight in a bank parking lot, so I didn’t panic.I felt my nipples harden inside my blouse, and I saw you noticed them too.

Submissive phone sex is usually something I dominate, but you had control of me from that very moment. You told me I looked like a dirty whore, and all I could do was nod. You told me you were going to fuck me and make me pay for dressing like such a whore. I wanted to hate you, but my pussy was getting more wet with every word you said. You told me to turn around and lift my skirt up. You were going to fuck me right there in the parking lot. There had to be cameras. You must have read my mind, because you told me that you didn’t give a fuck if security was watching, you said they would have some real ass rape porn to watch.

I lifted up my skirt, just like you told me to, and you rammed your cock right up my ass. I almost screamed, but took your cock deep inside, as I somehow wanted to please you. You dug your fingers into my hips so hard that I knew I would be bruised.  You came almost immediately, deep inside me. You pulled your cock out and your cum began dripping down my legs onto my shoes. You told me to get in my car, and not to wipe you cum off my legs. You told me to let it dry and sleep with it that way all night. I opened the car door and got in, my inner thighs soaked. He walked away without another word. I went to bed that night, your cum still dried on my legs, and dreamed over and over about running into you again soon….

Accomplice Phone Sex with Mommy Blair: Let Me Do Your Dirty Work

So my boss at work hacked into my email and found all sorts of incriminating photos of me with my son. You know, getting it up the ass; entertaining his friends; snorting coke off of cocks; playing with little ones. All sorts of things that he could legally fire me for, not to mention have me arrested. I thought he was just going to blackmail me so he could fuck me. Not the most attractive guy in the world, but I fucked him on his desk to keep my job. Turns out that was not my real task. He was blackmailing me to be his accomplice. See my boss is a sick little pervert too. He has a predilection for young flesh. He just has never acted on it nor knows how to safely procure young meat.  He said as a mommy figure, I was the perfect accomplice to snatch him some young pussy.

He even had a pretty little thing picked out. We drove by her school. Pretty blonde angel, carrying a little teddy bear. Just could tell she was an innocent thing. But I had no choice to be his accomplice. I have been doing mens’ dirty work for most of my life. When it comes down to my livelihood versus a stranger’s, I always make the decision that benefits me. I stalked the girl for a few days. Learned  her route home from school then picked a day for a snatch and  grab. I put on my best mom outfit, brought my puppy, and a Benadryl filled  juice box. All the tools a p mommy needs. I walked alongside her all innocent like, let her pet my puppy. Offered her the juice box and the rest was easy. When she got groggy, I scooped her up and put her in the boss’s van that was following us. Silly girl, I guess her parents never taught her not to talk to strangers.

My boss took her to his cabin in the woods. He had it all pimped out as a sex palace. Had toys for her too. Both the adult and rugrat kind. He also had a lot of expensive camera equipment. His plan was to make some home made movies that he could sell for top dollar. You know, the kind you can’t find easily. I thought I would feel bad about kidnapping an innocent little thing. But, I was pretty turned on at how easy it was, how much fun it was. I am a great accomplice for such dark deeds. In fact, I am going to help my boss make money off of her like my son does me. I think she has little whore written all over her. First, my boss plans on popping her little cherry, then I will bring the men to the cabin. For a grand they can have some taboo pussy while I film it. I told my boss, just wait until we can breed her.  Oh the money we can make on that sweet little thing then. Guys will pay big money to impregnate a little whore.

Maybe I can be your dirty accomplice phone sex whore too? As a mommy, I can lure the sweet ones away so easily. And as a subby whore, I do whatever I am told. Let me do your dirty work for you, so you can enjoy that tight, sweet flesh.

He hurts so good

He has done it for the last time. He broke my heart. I never judged him. I never tried to leave, even after he beat me and made he fuck his friend. I loved him. He left me 2 months ago. And now he comes back, drunk thinking he can pick up the pieces. I knew I should have changed the locks but it cost so much! I barely could afford rent, power and food. When he stumbled through the front door, drunk and high I just couldn’t kick him out. When he woke up he forced me to take his cock.  When he was done, He called me his whore. He threw money on me and told me to clean up. 

I did as I was told, I just wanted him to love me back. I know he is the boss in our relationship. I know he is in charge of my life. 

While I was in the shower he came to me. He was so sweet, rubbing my neck and my back. Then he grabbed me by my hair and in the same moment he wrapped his other hand around my throat. 

He kissed my check and told me he wanted me out of the shower in 5 minutes and all dolled up in 15. He said he left my outfit on the bed. He turn the warm hot water to freezing cold. I finished my shower and got out. I put on my lotions dried my hair and put on my makeup. I walked into the bed room and slowly put on what he left on the bed. It wasn’t anything but gloves and black heals. I put them on, took a deep breath and walked down the hallway. I had no idea what was waiting for me. But I knew I would do anything for him. I loved him. 

Rape Phone Sex Fantasy

I came home today, and to my surprise my front door was unlocked.. I thought it was strange, because I never leave it unlocked, but I figured I must have just forgot to lock it. I went in and set my shopping bags down on the litchen counter and my heart skipped a beat when I saw several empty beer cans sitting next to the sink. They weren’t mine, and I didn’t know where they had come from. My heart began to race as I realized there could be someone in my house.

I turned around slowly, and there was no one there. I had always had rape fantasies, but now I wasn’t so sure I was ready right this minute. But just the thought of someone taking me that way made my pussy get wet. I peeked around the corner into the living room and there was a man standing there, stark naked, stroking his giant cock. He stared right in my eyes and didn’t appear nervous at all. I felt my nipples harden inside my shirt and I was frozen in place. I could have beat him to the front door, but my body was telling me not to run.

He told me to come to him and I can’t explain why, but I did. There was something scary but fascinating about this guy. When I got close enough, he took my hand and placed it around his cock and I began to stroke it. It was so crazy – this complete stranger who had broken in my house – and my pussy is throbbing from just stroking his cock. I wanted him so bad, and I could tell he knew it. He grabbed me by my hair and told me he was going to fuck me hard and that I better not scream.

I promised him I wouldn’t, and he began ripping my clothes off. He was so strong, and I just kept my hand on his cock where he had put it, and let him strip me down. He grabbed my tits and ass really rough and eveen began biting my nipples. I knew my fantasy was about to come true and I was getting wetter by the minute. He sat down on the couch and pulled me down backwards on top of him. He shoved his dick right into my tight cunt and immediately began fucking me hard.

His power and huge cock made the pounding so hard that I came all over him instantly. He was grunting like an animal he was fucking me so hard. I was still afraid, but my pussy had won out over my mind – this guy was going to get anything and everything he came here to get today!

Early Pick Up

I made so much money off my party that I got to resupply. I didnt want to spend my new money stash so I worked out a deal.  I knew Katelyn was sore! She took so many cocks! And most of them two or three at a time! She had just gone to bed 2 hours earlier. Still covered in cum and so sleepy! But I couldn’t let her rest any longer! I was already feening! I needed some powder RIGHT NOW! So I pulled the little whore with me. Marcus my dealer wasn’t even up yet! But that is how he wanted it. He wanted my little whore to climb in bed with him and wake him up! She had to suck his cock and let him piss right down her throat before he fucked off that morning wood!  I had to wait for so long as he fucked the little whore! He was REALLY pounding her good! Stretching that tiny pussy open! I thought I was going to just DIE waiting! I needed my stuff so bad. But finally he shot his load in the little slut! And he gave me double my normal stuff! I will have to show up early more often.

The Night HE Cums Home!

I’ll admit, I am one of those creepy girls that have a “thing” for the masked killers from classic slasher movies like Halloween and Friday the 13th!  Weird!  I know!  I have never told anyone that when I was watching movies around this time of year, back in the day, it use to get my little pussy so wet to see Michael Myer’s dead eyed William Shatner mask as he would chase all of those hot, slutty school girls.  Later on I would lay in bed, playing with myself (all buzzed and sticky from the left over Trick or Treat candy) and thinking of a rough three way with Jason and Michael.
In my sick and twisted young brain I imagined being held down by the hockey masked killer, Jason Voorhees, while Michael Meyers starts ripping my clothes off while squeezing my little pink puffy nipples.  Michael puts his hand over my mouth to keep me from screaming in terror (pleasure) as he starts to slide the handle of a machete up and down my exposed pussy, before he shoves it painfully inside, making me cum so hard.  They can’t tell if my struggles are to get away or riding out the throws of my orgasm.
My fantasy ends with me being forced down on my knees to take both of the famous mass murders’ thick, dripping erections into my mouth at the same time, fish hooking me with their fingers to make room for all of that cock.  Both of them cum all over my tear and costumed make- up streaked face, leaving me barely alive to tell the tale of my happy violation.

I Need a Master

I had a date with a really nice guy last night. Sadly, he wanted to worship me. Saw me as his Goddess.  Spent hundreds of dollars on a nice meal and drinks, then a play. I got all prettied up. Even looked classy for once. But I was bored. Idle chit chat about work, sports, movies, families makes me wanna scream. I know I should be married with some brats like my friends. But I just don’t do traditional relationships. I am not the soccer mom type.

I want a man who will make me his bitch. Own me. Put me in my place and not on a pedestal. As my date was fucking my cunt last night, I felt myself laying there counting the moments until it was over. See I don’t want to be made loved to. I want to be forced, taken, used… I want my pussy to feel pain not pleasure. Hurt my worthless cunt. You can pierce it, stab it, slice it, shove anything you want into it, burn it, use it, spit on it, kick it, fist it, sew it shut… I don’t deserve my pretty pussy. I don’t deserve love.

I am a subby bitch whore, not a goddess. Trust me, I know my place. Will you be my Master?