People know my reputation as an ass rape porn star. Most of my work, however, I would consider underground. Snuff flicks and violent porn only shown to private collectors appear on the dark web only. However, I recently got a call to audition for a hardcore anal sex video. It seemed out of the blue. I didn’t know the director. And I didn’t know the studio name. I probably should’ve Googled it.
I showed up glammed up like the directed requested. He told me this would be sort of a futuristic porn movie. The pay seemed good, and I knew it would help keep me high for the rest of the month. So, I showed up and that little voice in my head went off the moment I arrived. I knew this was no professional porn movie. But I played along. Hopefully if it was a snuff porn, it would be the simulated rough, kind and not the dead kind.
I auditioned with a glass dildo. So, I showed the director that I can work just about anything into my tight puckered asshole. Who am I fooling? My ass does not feel tight. And it’s not puckered either. It’s well-worn and prolapsed from too much use. But I’m still an anal whore. So, for about an hour, I gave them my all with that dildo. Then the director clapped his hands, and suddenly this went from an audition to gang bang. And a rough gangbang too.
Although I’m no stranger to being a gangbang rape porn star either, it startled me. One clap from the director and eight men descended on me like horny vultures. They started fish hooking my mouth, slapping my tits, choking me, and ripping off what little clothes I was wearing. One guy grabbed me by my red hair, yanked me up off the chair, and slammed me down on the ground. He wanted me face down and ass up to get forced fucked.
Clearly, I appeared outnumbered. And I knew I couldn’t fight off eight men. Nine if you included the director. He eventually joined in. However, most of the time he filmed this brutal gang bang. Apparently, I fell for the professional studio spiel. I’m sure I am not the only one to be duped. At least he did pay me. But he didn’t pay me what we agreed on. He told me to be lucky that he let me live.
I went through all that for enough money to get a few days’ worth of Coke. Well, I try to see the silver lining in this sort of shit. So at least I could score some coke. At least enough to carry me through a few more days until I put myself back out there for random strangers to use and abuse for coke money.
Being an ass rape porn star on Mother’s Day was not on my bingo card. My family planned a very nice day for me. And for the most part, I did enjoy the day. We went to my favorite restaurant for brunch and then to a movie. And we came home and I fucked my boys. Perfect day. Until I realized I used more cocaine than I thought, and I appeared almost out.
So, I waited until my husband went to bed, and I snuck out to see the drug dealer who usually helps me out without violating any of my holes. However, he felt a mixture of love and rage for his mother. According to him, she’s cock teased him most of his life. She’s never fucked him or even let him touch a boob, but she walks around naked and leaves the door open while she masturbates.
No wonder he harbors rape phone sex fantasies for his mother. He told me he would double the usual amount of cocaine he gives me if I just let him work out his mommy issues on my ass. And I figured what the hell. I needed the cocaine and my ass experiences far worse than what this guy can give me. Well, I underestimated the power of rage. I underestimated what decades of cock teasing can do to a man.
He tossed me down on the bed, tied my hands behind my back, and put a spreader bar between my legs, so I would never close them. And then he just rammed his cock raw in my ass. Big thick cock without any lubrication bounced in and out of my ass with force. Even though I consider myself a hardcore anal whore, I still prefer lubrication. I think anyone wants lubrication for their fuck holes. Ouch. This hurt.
He really did feel some rage for his mother because he’s never fucked me like that before. In fact, he started choking me too, and of course he called me mother as he violated my holes. But I knew it would be over soon. And I told myself this is just a onetime thing. His mother cock teasing him worked him up. And he just couldn’t take it anymore. I told myself I needed to just let him ravage my asshole to get it out of his system. Plus, I told myself he would remember this kindness and take care of me.
Finally, he nutted and as promised, he gave me two big bags of cocaine. He prolapsed my asshole further, and he left ligature marks around my throat. However, for that amount of cocaine he gave me, I will be his taboo phone whore any day.
I often dread torture phone sex. Some of my callers possess sick minds. But then so do most men I meet. And I thought Derek might be different, but I should know better by now. He invited me to his place to party after the bar closed on Saturday night. I went to a more upscale bar this time because a friend of mine told me a lot of those young businessmen like to party and enjoy the company of a mature sexy woman.
Derek and I hit it off at the bar. He bought me fruity drinks all night and shared his cocaine at his private table too. He seemed generous with his money. And I thought going back to his place seemed safe. But he likely just put on an act to make me feel secure. Because when we got back to his place, it looked like some torture sex facility.
I saw sex swings and every BDSM equipment available. And this stuff decorated his penthouse suite. He did not feel ashamed for his kink. All his BDSM equipment seemed on display for the average person. And he promised me a big bag of cocaine if I let him use his new sex machine on me. He wanted to try it out on someone. He opened a closet and I saw the bricks of cocaine. Perhaps I came over to Pablo Escobar’s house.
Honestly, I would have agreed to anything. I wanted my hands on his cocaine. And I told him I’d do anything he wanted if I could just have a brick. Perhaps, that serves as mistake number one. Never tell a stranger; never tell anybody, you’re willing to do anything for something. It shows desperateness and it makes you much more vulnerable to exploitation. Derek put me on his bed and introduced me to Lucy. This guy named his sex machine after his ex-wife.
But he didn’t start me off gradually. Well, in his mind he did because he made me suck it before I fucked it. Well, I didn’t fuck that machine. That machine fucked me. It went so fast in my mouth that I thought it might literally put a hole in the back of my head. And it almost did. I could taste the rubber and the smoke. Derek turned that machine up to its highest speed. And just when I thought that sex machine could not fuck me any harder, he made me bend over on the bed so it could fuck my pussy and ass.
Thinking about that brick of cocaine got me through it. And the fact that I’ve done far worse and endured more pain and suffering in the past for less cocaine than a brick. This will give me a few months’ worth of cocaine and give my holes a chance to heal. At one point, that machine fucked me so hard I thought it might create another hole. This could’ve been snuff sex with anybody else. But for Derek, this served as entertainment. He got off watching his sex toy machine levitate this redheaded MILF off his bed.
I survived the night. But I do have skid marks on the inside of my pussy and ass. And I can still taste rubber in my mouth. However, he rewarded me with a brick of good shit to make me forget it all.
Sometimes, I do not mind being a gangbang rape porn star. I’m a kinky slut and a submissive whore. So, I never mind more than one cock in a hole at a time or serving as a gangbang whore. However, last night, I did not enjoy it. Perhaps because my ass and pussy still hurt from my son ‘s recent visit. Or maybe these animals just went too rough on me. Likely a mixture of both.
I did not go out to score drugs or get into any trouble. But trouble always finds me. I went to this dive bar to meet a friend of mine, but she stood me up. She texted me an apology, and that she contracted the flu. So, I sat at the bar drinking boxed wine when a few men approached me to play pool. I’m a pool shark. Most men never guess that I’m good at the game. But I’m quite a pool player. And I thought for once I could just hang out with men instead of being their ass rape porn doll. Foolish of me.
However, they did not like being shown up by a girl. I took all their money and apparently their dignity too when I beat them all. They saw me as a mark, I guess. Figured I would suck at the game, and they could feel like big men taking all my money.
I got a little too cocky and one of them slapped me hard. That’s when I knew trouble would ensue. I just never know when to shut my fucking mouth. But they shut it for me. One guy grabbed a pool ball and tried to shove it in my mouth. And he ended up cracking two of my teeth.
Next thing I knew they bent me over the pool table, ripped my clothes off and savagely started fucking me. This was not for pay. And this was not for cocaine. A bunch of sore loser men couldn’t handle a girl beating them. So, they violated me to put me in my place. They grabbed my hair and choked me. A few of them dick slapped me and spit on me. And they all pissed on me. Plus, they all took turns fucking my ass. They even made fun of my prolapse.
I blame this one on my girlfriend who stood me up. The only reason I went to that bar was to meet her. But like I said, trouble follows me. Men enjoy exploring their rape phone sex fantasies with this redheaded MILF. No matter where I go, trouble follows.
Anytime my oldest boy texts me, I know I’m going to be his ass rape porn star. He live streams our abuse sessions. But I don’t mind helping him out because he helps me out by giving me the best cocaine. My boy can get that pink cocaine. And a little goes a long way. He always jokes that I am on the cocaine diet. I’m just an old skinny Barbie doll on a Popsicle stick. Two big tits and a very skinny body.
I always wear a very short skirt so that my meat curtains hang down. Because of all these live streams, my pussy lips have been overused and abused for decades. This time I remembered to take my teeth out, but it didn’t do much good. He still enjoyed punching me in the face. He forced my head into the bowl of cocaine he brought while calling me a dumb old fucktard.
While my face snorted premium pink cocaine, he made me push out my prolapse, which doubles as his cock sleeve. To him I’m nothing more than a cash cow, a cum dumpster, and a cock sleeve. He shoved his fist up my ass to pull out my shit pipe. I kept snorting the cocaine because I knew I needed to be extremely high not to feel his level of pain. He does like to beat his mommy beautiful.
He attached a zip tie to my ass to keep it on the outside, and then he started to fuck me. Pounded my prolapse so hard that I collapsed on the ground. Since my tits look like balloons, they kept me from completely being flush with the floor.
He started to light me up better than the Fourth of July as he fucked my prolapsed ass. He loves to turn me black and blue, and red and purple too. Without that cocaine, no way could I survive any of this. If I had no cocaine, I’d be begging him to make a snuff porn with me and put me out of my misery.
And I needed to snort a lot of cocaine to not feel what my son did to me. I made the mistake of telling him my face felt numb, so he punched me in the face so hard that I fell backwards into the coffee table. As I struggled to get back up, my son came over, picked me up by the prolapse and threw me across the room. And I landed with a thud. My son joked that he made his mommy fly. At this point, I could taste blood.
He walked over to where I landed calmly and started kicking me in the face. And he made me ram my face into his fist. He punched my fun bags and then he wanted to fuck my ass pipe some more. I could feel some of the pain. So, at least he let me bury my face in the bowl of cocaine again. And once I felt sufficiently numb, he started boxing my tits like Mike Tyson in the gym.
My boy loves to punch my fun bags. Every time one of my tits pops, he takes me to a surgeon who fixes my broken boob and makes me even bustier. Before long, I might not be able to even stand up if my tits get any bigger. At one point he forced himself on my face. He sat down on my face, forcing me to lick his shit hole. And then he started pissing down my throat. But I drank it all. With my boy in these moods he gets, I’m damned if I do damned if I don’t. I’m getting beaten no matter what.
So, he decided to tie my tits up like torpedoes, making it easier to punch them. He slipped on some brass knuckles, and I won’t lie, I felt a pit in my stomach. He started punching my tits and my lips while wearing brass knuckles. Before long, my lips looked like I just got Botox. They looked like blow fish lips. I saw the plastic bag with cocaine in it, and I knew what came after punching the shit out of my boobs. He felt in the mood for suffocation phone sex. I watched him put some coke in the bag and then put it over my head.
He continued to punch the sides of my face, the back of my head, and my lower back while I struggled to breathe in a plastic bag filled with cocaine. So, I did what I do best, I snorted all the coke in that bag. Good thing too, because his entire arm went up my cunt until he looked elbow deep in my pussy.
As I started to run out of air, I pleaded with my boy to let me go. But he wanted to fuck my fourth hole first. He stretched my urethra out with his fat cock. He eventually took the bag off my head, and I gasped as I breathed in fresh air.
A few more punches to the face followed. By the time our live stream concluded, I couldn’t even see out my eyes. He punched them so hard they swelled shut. He decided for one last hurrah he would piss down my throat. By the time he concluded the live stream, I looked like a car crash victim. Managed to fuck all four of my holes while people watched from the comfort of their homes. Clearly they enjoy the show because they tipped nonstop.
Eventually, he shoved his cock snot down my throat. I couldn’t see his cock at that point, but I could feel it in my mouth. And I could feel how aroused he felt after beating mommy to a pulp. He came down my throat, and my battered face couldn’t see a thing. But how would I get home if I couldn’t see yet. My son really did a number on his mommy this time.
I worked with a female snuff porn director last night. That I think might have been a first. Most of the people in the seedy underworld of snuff films are men. Women usually serve as the stars of such films. However, they rarely exist behind the camera. So, when I heard she needed a mature woman for an underground film, I showed up for the audition. And I got the part.
She told me I looked perfect for the job too. This would be a mommy rape fantasy come to life on 8 mm film. My first mistake was assuming that with a female director this movie would not be violent. And my second mistake was agreeing to the gangbang rape porn aspect of the movie. I thought just a bunch of teen boys would fuck my pussy and ass. And I’ve experienced that many times in my life.
But only one of the costars for this gang bang movie walked on two legs. The rest looked like man’s best friend. Beasts from hell ravaged my fuck holes while my pretend son masturbated. Essentially this female snuff director takes boy fantasies and turns them into violent fantasies for other men to beat off watching.
So, this violent pretend son wanted to watch all the neighborhood furry beasts ravage his mother. Gang bang the fuck out of her. Keep her holes gaped open. And humiliated too. At one point, my costar smeared peanut butter all over my body to attract the beasts from hell. And for a moment, I thought they might rip me to shreds. One of them bit my tit. What did they do starve these creatures before forcing them on me?
But I’m not a fan of four-legged creatures. As pets yes but as lovers, no. They don’t do it for sexual pleasure. Instincts for breeding not pleasure. And their little dicks feel like they have shards of glass taped to them. They hook inside of your womb and tear it from the inside out. So, by the time this little snuff sex video concluded, I looked like raw hamburger meat. My ass and my pussy bled. I could barely walk. And to think I thought a female director might be gentler on my fuck holes. That couldn’t have been further from the truth.
Extreme domination phone sex live streams make my son money. Plus, it gives me the best pink cocaine. I understand the trade-off with my son. The best cocaine around in exchange for a few broken ribs and a violent makeover. I’m always game because my son brings me the best cocaine ever. And when he arrived yesterday, I showed off the fresh injections in my lips. My son likes me getting those injections because it turns my lips into cock pillows. My son seemed extra stressed, and I know that one of his stress release mechanisms is to beat mommy beautiful.
With my fun bags on display, he turned them into punching bags quickly. As I teetered on stiletto heels, looking like a pencil within inflatable tires, he started to beat me beautiful. Pushed my head in the bowl of cocaine while he punched me in my kidneys. He would hold my head in the coke, while punching the sides of my face at the same time.
He managed to punch my eyes, my cheeks and my lips too. When he let me up for air, my face looked Geisha white with pink tinge from the cocaine, and you could see the bruises already appearing. It gave me a sort of glam look. The live stream started the moment he arrived, and I could hear the tip chimes pouring in as he punched all around my body.
But I’m his ass rape porn star too. And no live stream would be complete without some abuse of my prolapsed asshole. He started punching my prolapse before he decided to string me up by it. He tied a string around my prolapsed asshole and spun me around like a lasso. When I landed on the ground with a thud, he spit in my face and punched my jaw a few times. Of course, I forgot to take my teeth out, so he helped me until they flew across the room.
I’ll do anything for my skinny powder. He kicked me, punched me and even spit in my face before he grabbed me by that prolapse and dragged me across the room. Chimes poured in. I knew he needed my ass pipe. So, he grabbed my prolapse, pulled it taught, and put a zip tie on it to turn it into his private cock sleeve. But instead of regular lube, he used icy hot as the lubrication for his new flesh light/ass sleeve. Ouch. The icy hot burned through my prolapsed asshole as he pounded my prolapsed ass.
He lit mommy up like the Fourth of July punching every ounce of my body while he mutilated my prolapse with his cock. When I collapsed onto the floor, he body slammed me. He takes full advantage of me. As he continued to beat me beautiful, he told me I seemed like a natural bottom bitch. But everybody knows that’s true. Cocaine makes me stupid and easy.
When I saw him pull out the plastic bag and fill it with some Coke, I knew he wanted suffocation phone sex. He loves to watch me try to snort all the cocaine in the bag while he fucks my prolapse and fists my cunt. If I pass out, he punches me awake and we do it again. This always makes the chimes pour in too. With a bag over my head, he punched my eyes until they swelled shut.
Then he used my prolapsed asshole as a handlebar and dragged me to the bathroom so he could drown me in dirty toilet water. He forced my head into the toilet and held it down while he fucked my prolapsed asshole. When he wanted to give me a breathing break, he would flush the toilet. And he periodically pissed in my mouth too. He turned me into his piss pig and kept trying to drown me in front of his life stream audience. And they appeared to eat it up based on the number of tips that poured in.
And for his final act of violence, he decided to fuck my piss hole. He loves to hammer my urethra. As he shoved his dick down the only tight hole I still possess, he let mommy up again. I felt some ribs cracking as he punched and fucked my pee hole. He loves giving mommy a violent makeover. According to him, it makes me look prettier. So, he just kept punching, fucking and drowning me in the dirty toilet water.
By the time our live stream concluded, I looked completely swollen with my skin already turning black and blue. He hate fucked mommy. Punched my face, my head, my kidneys. Pissed on me. Kicked me. Fucked all four holes violently. But I know my boy loves me. I’m his cash cow. I’m a guaranteed money maker for his live streaming audience. He left me with a nice big bowl of pink cocaine so I can lick my wounds until the next time he needs money, feels stressed or both.
Gangbang rape porn stars get recognized often. Men who like those dark underground snuff, kind of movies often recognize me. They’ve seen one of my underground films that I did so I could earn some coke money. So often when I’m minding my own business, some guy starts some trouble with me. Men don’t realize I only make those sorts of movies when truly desperate for cocaine money. But I don’t enjoy when men recognize me. At least not when they recognize me from those kinds of films.
And over the weekend, I decided to go to this local dive bar. Now I did not go there to score cocaine. For once I received enough cocaine last year a week. Guys bought me some drinks and we played some pool. Just sometimes I like the attention of other men. Although I do love my husband and our marriage appears solid, I like to flirt. Perhaps no woman exists who does not like the attention of younger men.
A bunch of college men walked into this dive bar about an hour before last call. And I could tell by the way they looked at me that they recognized me. They appeared too old to know even my oldest teenage son. So, I knew they recognized me from my snuff porn days. They swarmed me by the pool table and started talking about what a good little cocksucker I appear to be. And then they whipped out their dicks and tried to skull fuck me at once.
I can handle a decent amount of dick, but six hard cocks in my mouth at once realigned my jaw. And they took in the back of the bar, and nobody did a damn thing to help me. Perhaps I didn’t want help. But I tried to fight them, nonetheless.
One of them pinned me to the pool table while his buddies ripped the clothes off my body. One of them thought it would be funny to stick a pool stick up my ass. And he rammed it in so deep it felt like it could come out of my mouth. He pulled it back out of my ass and shoved it in my mouth making me spit shine it.
These boys could not have been any older than 22. And so full of rage and anger for a soccer mom. They took turns fucking my pussy and my ass on that pool table. Ouch. I could feel their cocks penetrating me. So, I just laid on that pool table like a rag doll. I’ve learned over the years to disengage until it’s over. Fighting never helps. And in the past the more I begged for mercy the rougher the men got with me.
So, I let those boys explore their rape phone sex fantasies for me on a pool table in the back of a dive bar. At one point, they invited the other men in the bar to come fuck me too. It seemed like it went on forever and perhaps it did. But eventually it ended, and I collected my torn clothes and my battered body and got my ass back home. However, I know one of these days I might not be so lucky. I might not ever be able to go home after a vicious attack because I know I’m running out of my nine lives.
I love being a taboo phone sex mommy. Usually, I get in trouble with random drug dealers who just want to use me for profit. Or even my own stepson who wants to do the same thing. I have a reputation in my community. And it’s not a good reputation. Most men know I will do anything for coke.
Even my sons know I’ll do anything for coke. And now their friends know I will do anything for coke too. My sons wanted to invite a few friends over for the weekend. And I didn’t see any problem with that. However, this time I did not know the boys. One of the boys, Dean, heard about my reputation as a druggy mommy whore. Apparently, his brother serves as a lieutenant in the operation of this local drug dealer. And of course, he promised me the world if I would fuck him.
And I agreed without asking any questions. Me bad. This boy possesses some fucked up rape phone sex fantasies for his mother. A teenage boy tied me up better than a grown man. And he dick slapped me like a grown man too. In fact, he dick slapped me like a black man. He smacked my face with such purpose and strength that I thought he might crack my jaw or send me across the room.
I felt both scared and in awe of this dominant young boy. He might grow up to be just like one of the snuff film makers I work know. My sons and their other friends played video games in the other room while this boy held me bound and gagged in my bedroom like a kidnap victim. He started skull fucking me so fast I almost puked. He seemed to like treating me roughly. I thought if I indulged this boy’s rape fantasy he’d score me some of his brother’s coke.
This young boy seemed violent beyond his years. But I preferred this to letting some violent filmmaker hurt me for coke. At least I got a teen dick in the process. This young man placed both hands around my throat. And I could feel my eyes bulging. For a moment I thought my eyes might pop out of their sockets just from him squeezing my throat so tightly. He squeezed me tight enough that I passed out. But he quickly slapped me back awake.
He just kept calling me a bitch and a cunt. And all sorts of dirty names. He just kept slapping me and choking me. I’d pass out and he would slap me back awake. He made me his ass rape porn star too I’m hoping that he brings me a decent bag of coke for everything I let him do to me. So young yet so twisted and violent. He might grow up to be worse than any of the snuff film directors I’ve traded my holes for in the past.
My sons wondered why I came back out wearing a turtleneck. At least I could say I felt cold, but I needed to cover up the ligature marks the young boy put around my neck trying to choke me out. Perhaps this feels like destiny. I can never escape violent men. Even my sons’ friends want hurt me.
I will never escape snuff porn. This week proved rough on my body. First, my son beat the crap out of me. However, I went through his pink cocaine rather quickly. Not even quite a week later I found myself in need of more. So, I started begging guys to help me for a bump. I tried to avoid going down to the dock or meeting with notorious violent drug offender to score since my body still hurt from my boy.
However, zero luck with regular dudes willing to party and fuck. So, I met this one snuff film maker at the docks. He makes snuff flicks and beats women on camera for a streaming audience just like my son. But this guy I know has killed women before maybe not on purpose but some of his stars ended up dead. So that’s always in the back of my mind when I get desperate. But my need for cocaine seems stronger than my need to stay alive.
This guy will always put me in his snuff movies. But I will end up in the hospital or the ER. This time seemed no different. He dangled a big bag of cocaine in front of me and told me it would be all mine for just two hours of filming. So, I did a line and told him I make me his bitch. He set up the streaming camera and punched me in front of his streaming audience many times. I started seeing stars almost immediately.
When he punched me in the nose and it started bleeding, I worried that my sniffer would not work anymore. I begged for some cocaine. And when I snorted, boy did it burn like it never burned before. Coke mixed in with my blood and started coming out my nose. And this guy just wiped my bloody snot so he could rub on it my pussy and on my tits.
And he kept beating me. He never wanted to fuck me. According to him, his audience prefers watching him beat the fuck out of mommy types. Well, he beat the fuck out of me. So, this felt like torture sex. He broke ribs and my nose. Plus, I lost a couple teeth, but I got a big bag of cocaine. So that will help me heal my broken, battered body once again. Why do I get letting guys abuse me like this? Oh, that’s right. I am a druggy desperate whore.
