I have so many rape phone sex fantasies, but none make my cunt throb quite like this one. I fantasize about coming home from school while mom and dad are gone at work or somewhere, leaving me all alone. It’s already getting dark outside. I go upstairs, leaving a trail of my clothes all the way to the shower. The whole time the hot water is running over my body, I feel like someone is watching me. But it can’t be, I’m the only one home, right? So I brush it off. Wrapped in a towel, I pad to my room, unwrap my hair and start drying off. A movement catches my eye, and looking up, I see you, standing in my doorway, with my panties to your masked face. Terror grips me so hard, I freeze, unable to so much as scream. I try to turn and run to my window, desperate to escape. But just like a dog coming up short on a leash, I’m grabbed hard and thrown to the floor, knocking the wind out of my lungs. I squeak as a knee is jammed into my shoulder blades, and you whisper in my ear, “I’ve been watching you, slut. Don’t make a fucking sound, and do as you’re told, and I might let you continue your fucking existence.” I fight back crying, and simply nod my head. Forcing my body to be still, you grab my hair, pulling me up to my knees. Your hard, throbbing cock pointed at my face. “You know what to do with that whore mouth! ” You growl. Tears were running down my face as I drew you into my mouth, but my pussy was wet and throbbing. You grabbed my head with both hands, skull fucking me, pummeling my throat. Hitting my face I fall once again to the floor. You grab my ankles, bending them hard up to my hears, and your hungry cock slamms into my little pussy, fucking me fiolently, laughing at me when I come, squirting all over your hot rod. “I fucking knew you wanted this, slut!”
When you finished, pulling out of my cum-filled cunt, you turned to walk out, pausing only to tell me,
“Next time you’re alone, get on your fucking knees, I’ll be back.”
Know what’s better than bickering over the Superbowl? Celebrating with (or being consoled by?) a hot fucking slut over some nasty phone sex! And when I say nasty, I fucking mean it! I mean I want an Angry Dragon, and an Arabian Goggles! I want to give you a Blumpy, finishing with some hard core fucking anal and a Brown Necktie! Are you enough of a nasty boy to give me a Chili Dog? And no, I don’t mean the food. Don’t know what any of these terms mean? Oh baby! Hit me up and let me educate you on the nastier things in life! If you think me squatting over your fucking face and pushing an ass load of shitty jizz into your mouth isn’t nasty enough, then just maybe we can be friends! 
