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Taboo Phone Sex: When a Whore Needs a Fix

taboo phone sexAs a taboo phone sex slut, no is not in my vocabulary. I struggle to tell anyone no, even strangers; especially strangers I need a fix from. I was out of options for coke. I had no money, so I did what I always do for a fast buck. I put on a short skirt and fishnet hose, teased out my hair and marched my old ass down to the corner of Main St. That is my neighborhood’s red light district. Among a sea of teen runaways, this old whore stands out. My pussy and ass are used up, so I can’t get the same price as a young tight cunt, but broke ass horny men purchase my old holes all the time. I don’t get the nice men or the sugar daddy types. I get the sadistic women haters; the fetish freaks and guys fucked up on drugs. Beggars can’t be choosers. This car full of young men offered me $100 for an hour. That would buy me coke, so I took it. We went into this old burned up warehouse nearby. I knew I was in trouble, but I was desperate to get high. The moment we were out of sight from the other whores, they started pulling my clothes off. They slapped me, even kicked and punched me. I was thinking they were not going to fuck me because they seemed to be enjoying abusing me. One of the guys said that I looked like I had a diseased cunt. Their solution was to fist me instead and fuck me with their beer bottles. I would have preferred being an ass rape porn star with cock over fists and bottles any day. Luckily, I can handle rough anal treatment, but my asshole still prolapsed. I still bled. I still fought back the tears. Once they had their fill of thrills, they spit on me and came on my face. One dude tossed me a $100 and told me to enjoy my dirty fix. A girl has to do what a girl has to do to get high.


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Taboo Phone Sex Truth or Dare

taboo phone sexI love taboo phone sex.  I am the woman who does things other woman have too much respect to do. I was playing a game of truth or dare with my step son and some of his friends last night. I lost a bet, so I had to play. I knew it would turn ugly. It always does with him. He has nothing but hate for his submissive whore mommy. His friends do too. The game started out with humiliating dares like drink piss and lick dirty asses. Then it graduated to pain slut dares like a safety pin to my clit and a cigarette burn to my nipple. I was getting high with them, which makes me fearless and them crueler.  By the last round, I was hanging from the rafter of the basement getting fucked with various items they could find around the house. They found things in every part of the house. From the bathroom came my curling iron. From the kitchen came my rolling pin. From my boys’ room came their little league bats. From my bedroom came the wine bottle. None of those things held a candle to my step son’s tool box. He fucked me with a hammer first. When that didn’t cause the pain he wanted, he broke out his cattle prod. He shoved it up my cunt, turned on the voltage and watched me convulse until I pissed and shit myself. The pain was excruciating to me. It hurt too much to cum. I am a pain slut, but that pain was too much. My step son and his friends got off on my pain. They jacked off on my convulsing body as I twitched and pissed myself. This was the torture sex version of truth or dare. I can barely walk today. They said they were coming back for more games tonight.


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Kinky Taboo Phone Sex Slut

taboo phone sexWhen guys know you are a taboo phone sex slut, they like to push the boundaries; take you out of your comfort zone. I met Todd on Tinder. He was looking for a party slut who liked to get kinky. I was looking for free coke. We were in his living room doing lines of snow and sharing kinky fetishes and experiences. He wanted to show me his dungeon. He had a BDSM dungeon in his basement. It was perfect for keeping a prisoner because the walls were padded and sound proof. There were no windows. Once I was down there, I got nervous. I thought I may never be seen again if I went into the basement with him. He had quite a few devices for male torture too. I joked that I could be be the executioner when I saw his full body leather suit. It looked bad ass. He put it on and he looked like a medieval executioner. I thought he might have snuff sex ideas, but he didn’t. He wanted to torture my pussy and ass, but he didn’t want to kill me. He laid down on a bench. His face mask had a dildo with spikes attached as a mouth piece. He had me squat over his face. He held me up by my ass as he lowered me down on his mouth dildo.  It was a strange mixture of pleasure and pain. I was riding his face but getting fucked hard. I was squirting everywhere, but bleeding too. The dildo was tearing my cervical canal. What is wrong with me? He was likely ruining my pussy, or at the very least ensuring I couldn’t fuck for a while.  I am a true pain slut, but he took my pain to a new level.  I can’t wait to hook up with him again.


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Ass Rape Porn in the Hood

ass rape pornAss rape porn can happen anywhere when you are a dirty whore. I went to the bad part of town Sunday night to score some coke and weed.  No dealer will make a delivery to my place anymore. In fact, most have cut me off. I am on the right side of the tracks. I am a soccer mom living in a gated community with a huge monkey on her back. A friend of mine told me about Leo. He is a low level urban hood dealer. He may not accept a trade for coke, but he would sell to me if had the cash. I stole money from my sons’ allowance jars, so I would have enough. It took me an hour to get to the wrong side of town. Leo sold me coke and reefer without issue. I was a tad disappointed that I didn’t have to work off anything in trade. I got lost on the way home because of the one way streets. I ended up in a very blighted area. For a moment, I thought I was lost in the projects. Turns out, I was. A middle class white woman driving a fancy car in the projects must have a death wish is what the guys were thinking who swarmed my car. I hoped they just wanted my cash and jewelry. They knew I was on their part of town to buy drugs. According to them, a white bitch doesn’t step foot in the projects unless she wants dick or drugs. They pulled me from the car by my red hair, stripped me naked and started fisting my pussy and ass. A small army gathered around me jacking their cocks, as a band of niggers and spics force fucked my holes. They took turns dumping cum in me and pissing on my head. I didn’t mind the rough sex or the humiliation, I was just devastated that they took my coke. Now, I must whore my old body out for another score.


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Nothing But Snuff Movies for Hours

snuff moviesHe made me watch snuff movies with him for hours. I was tied up with a ball gag in my mouth. Naked of course. My tits were hog tied. He was masturbating, and I was praying it would be over soon. He told me I needed more slave training because I was an “unruly snatch.” He kept telling me if I didn’t learn some manners and some obedience, I was going to end up like the whores in the movie: dead. Sometimes, I wish I was dead. I should be dead. I acted like I was watching intently because my life depended on it. He was smoking a cigar while jacking off at bloody torture sex videos. The moment he saw my eyes get heavy, he put the stogie out on my left tit. “Wake up bitch and pay attention,” he screamed at me. I had been tied to that chair for over 10 hours. I was tired. I was sitting in my own piss. For a moment, I thought death would be release. I tried apologizing, but he didn’t want to hear excuses. He invited friends over, who took turns force fucking my holes before pissing on me like dogs marking their territory. After they were done cumming all over me, I was their punching bag. He made it clear if I winched or cried, I would get it worse. I would be killed, chopped up and fed to the dogs. I am a good bitch. I took it like a pro, so you can abuse me next.


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Bondage Phone Sex Can Be Torture

bondage phone sexI do bondage phone sex daily. You would think I would be extremely good at bondage. I am a good submissive, but the other night, the bondage was torture. I pissed off a drug dealer. I was supposed to sell a few bricks of heroin for him. In exchange for some coke, I was given instructions to sell all the heroin first. I was strung out, desperate. I needed the coke then, so I traded the bricks for coke. He never should have trusted an addict with that much product. It was like an episode of Law and Order. He had one of his thugs kidnap me and toss me in his dungeon. I tried to act like I had been mugged, but he knew I was high. He talked to a few guys on the street and knew what I did. Torture sex was in order as my punishment. He suspended me from the ceiling with my legs stretched out like I was doing the splits in the air. The position alone was torture. Beneath me was a rod with a ball on top. No ordinary ball, but a vibrating egg. Attached to the egg were razor blades. He pulled my ropes that kept me suspended hovering over the torture device so my pussy plunged on it. I felt the skin from inside of my pussy slicing. Blood tricked to the ground. I knew when he turned on his torture sex toy, my pussy would look like raw meat. I begged and pleaded for mercy. I even tried to barter for my life by saying I would be his sex slave for eternity. I tried to convince him to pimp me out to recuperate the money I stole from him. He just smiled as he turned on the vibrating egg of razor blades and said, “No one wants to fuck an old whore pussy.” I passed out from the pain; woke up with a pool of blood beneath me and a ruined pussy.


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Blasphemy Sex

blasphemy sexHe wanted blasphemy sex. He was in a foul mood. I owed him money for coke, which I didn’t have so I had to pay him with sex. Violent sex in a church. He took me to this old Roman Catholic church on the outskirts of town. It’s in an old neighborhood that’s gone downhill. The church is on the historic registry. It is very ornate with beautiful stain glass windows. We broke in through the basement window. I cut myself going through the broken glass. He loved that I left a blood trail to the altar. He strapped me to a huge cross. It was big and ornate, and I still looked small tied to it. He made me say blasphemous things and praise Satan as he fucked me. He said I was going to hell for being an incestuous coke whore anyway. I curse God and disavowed the church as his cock hammered away at my cunt. When he came, he pulled out of my worn pussy and shot his load into a very old and fancy cup. It looked like it was made of gold. He called it a traditional chalice. I knew it was sacrilegious, but I was powerless over him. He threatened to leave me as a human sacrifice if I didn’t fulfill his blasphemous fantasy. He grabbed an equally ornate cross from the pulpit and fucked my ass. He made me piss and shit on bibles and other religious symbols while he came on them. The blood from the cut on my leg, he used to write blasphemous things on the wall of this historic church. I knew if I wasn’t going to hell before, I was now. I don’t think a few Hail Marys will absolve me from desecrating a Catholic church. Do you enjoy blasphemy phone sex?  What would you make me do inside a sacred church?


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Ass Rape Porn at the Dirty Bookstore

ass rape pornI went to the dirty bookstore looking for ass rape porn movies. I was not planning on making one. I was ordered by him to go to the dirtiest bookstore in town. The one where all the truckers hang out for some glory hole action. He knew what was waiting for me there because he planned it. He wanted me to be used by truckers. He takes pleasure in my pain and humiliation. When I walked into the store, I heard a man say, “There is the ginger whore.” I felt a pit in my stomach because I knew I walked into a trap. I walked slowly toward the anal sex videos. That is when a bunch of truckers grabbed me and pinned me to the table. They ripped my clothes off with a fervor. My hands were tied behind my back and my ankles bound. They looked a like a pack of hungry vultures waiting for their dinner to die. Rough, strong hands pulled my hair and yanked on my limbs until I was spread eagle. Fists went into my cunt and ass. One of those industrial sized massagers was on my clit sending me into such powerful orgasms that I was in pain. I knew better than to fight. He has no problem disposing of rebellious whores. I tried to picture a beach or some happy place while they ravaged my fuck holes like starving beasts. It was torture sex, but I never get pleasure sex. These truckers were some cruel fucks too. They not only used their fists and cocks on my ass, but they opened every huge sex toy in the place and tried it out on my ass like I was some sort of blow up doll. A blow up doll wouldn’t bleed or shit all over the place from the abuse, however. I barely crawled out of the store before I got to my car and passed out.


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New Year’s Eve Ass Rape Porn Tradition

ass rape pornWhat are you doing for New Year’s Eve? I am making an ass rape porn movie. It is a New Year’s tradition in my family. My stepson, who hates me, has a party every year to ring in the New Year. I am always the hostess with the mostest. His friends and him got so fucked up last year that they showed me no mercy. I needed medical treatment the next day for a prolapsed ass. I have no doubt that this year will be no different. Do you want to know what they did to me while ringing in 2017? I wish it was just a simple gangbang rape porn. I can handle more cock in my fuck holes than you could guess. But I got far more up my ass than cock. They sodomized me with champagne bottles. They didn’t fuck me with the long neck part of the bottle either.  They used the fat end. Their idea of lube too was the Jalapeno spinach dip. One of my stepson’s friends lubed up the wide part of the bottle with hot pepper dip. Several of them crammed the bottle up my ass. I was tied up with a ball gag, so I wouldn’t scream too loudly nor attempt to get away. My ass was ruined.  I was gapped open; bleeding and I even shit everywhere. The Jalapeno dip burned my ass. I was crying, begging for some compassion, but I got nada. All I got was spit, shit, piss, blood and cum. And, a whole lot of pain and laughter at my discomfort. I am not looking forward to this New Year’s Eve. In preparation, however, I am going to do a fuck ton of blow and give myself an enema. I have no doubt they will be more sadistic this year.


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Ass Rape Porn for a Druggy Whore

ass rape pornAss rape porn is all I am getting for Christmas. A piece of shit doesn’t deserve anything else. That is what this dealer told me. I was strung out yesterday and went to this creep for a fix. He is known for his sadistic ways. He has a brutal streak, but I was desperate. I had no money and my regular dealer cut me off. In fact, no respectable dealer will float me coke anymore. I knew I was in for more than I could handle with this guy, but beggars can’t be choosers. When I showed up at his doorstep, he slapped me hard across the face. That was nothing to what came next: pure anal torture sex. He tied me in an extremely uncomfortable position, but it exposed my ass and pussy for him to use easily. He fisted my ass raw. He didn’t even let me have a hit first. He rammed his fist inside with the knuckles exposed to create more pain. He also fisted my cunt, so I had two gaping holes. He spat in my stretched fuck holes, even pissed down them too. He was laughing about how used up my whore holes felt to him. I could feel that my ass prolapsed. I could feel blood trickling down my thighs. I just kept thinking of getting high. He invited some friends to fist me too. I lost count of how many fists were up my ass last night, but after hours, they grew bored of me. He tossed me a small bag of coke and warned me not to bring my used up holes to his place again. I am running out of options to score dope. Will you give me a fix if I promise to be a good whore for you?  Nothing is off limits for a druggy whore like me.


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