Rape phone sex fantasies developed from our submissive phone call from my last blog. Once we arrived at our destination, he yanked me by my pony and thrust me in the door of his trailer. He unsnapped his belt buckle. I could feel his fist holding my neck down as he used his other fingers to lift my hips up. I could feel his palms spreading my butt-cheeks wide what was he doing!!
I closed my eyes and begged that it would all be over quick. But this was just the beginning of his kink. He slid himself deep into my tiny fantasy butt. I felt his arm wrap across my throat and squeeze. He was trying to cause me to lose consciousness and it worked. He had submissive phone sex on his mind.
I recall waking up in his bed, my itty bitty pussy hole stretched out with some creamy liquid seeping out of it. I can’t quite remember what exactly happened to me. I attempted to crawl off the mattress and to the window when I overheard his steps. He was back and yelled to me “I am here for more of that fuck slut” with his prick in his palm. Then everything went dark and cold. My deviant Young voice phone sex was morphing into a snuff fantasy. I had no choice in the matter.