He wanted me to star in a gangbang rape porn movie. The only problem, I did not know about any of it. I did not even know the guy. He spotted me earlier in the day and decided to stalk me. When I came home to an empty house, he followed me inside. Even though I screamed, no one appeared to come to my aid. Although I am scrappy, and can fight well for a girl, he still got the upper hand. Punched me in the head, which knocked me out.
When I woke up, I appeared to be bound, gagged and in the trunk of a car going somewhere. I used the tricks I have seen on crime drama shows, like punching the head lights out. But no one pulled him over. Hell, I saw no signs of cars anywhere on this desolate road. Eventually, we ended up at a destination, the trunk opened, and I saw about 20 men. One of them picked me up by the ropes that bound me and carried me into this mountain log cabin. Fuck. I was in the middle of nowhere.
Once inside the cabin, he dropped me like a sack of potatoes on the ground. I knew something like snuff sex would occur, but I tried to hide how scared I was. My family would wonder where I was when they came home. I saw the camera equipment. Whatever they planned to do to me, they planned on filming it also.
Before long, they untied me from the ropes, and put a collar around my neck. Their dicks came out and they each took turns dick slapping my face before. Then they made me puke from skull fucking me with force. My eyes rolled in the back of my head as they tried to shove at least 4 dicks in my mouth at once. I felt hands groping my tits and fingers in my fuck holes. And I did not like it. I was sober. And normally when I am doing freaky things like making ass rape porn, I am high.
But I felt those raw cocks in my asshole. And I felt them in my cunt. They choked me and slapped me as they forced their dicks deep inside my fuck holes. I screamed until I had no more voice. And at some point, I passed out. Woke back up naked in my backyard. At first I thought it was a dream. But the swollen cum filled holes and ligature marks on my ankles and wrists told a different story. No one appeared to miss me, so I showered, crawled into bed and fell asleep.
I auditioned for a snuff porn. And I am lucky to be alive. At least I know with my son, I will never die. Perhaps, I might wish I was dead. But I am his cash cow. He will not kill me. But random men I meet on the dark net. Well, I gamble with men like that. Maybe I have 9 lives because I have many close calls with random men.
But this encounter felt like the closest to death I have ever been. When I arrived at the warehouse in the middle of nowhere, my gut told me to run. But my brain said stay and get that coke he promised. While I stood in front of him naked, my radar got stronger. A real snuff sex director has a crew. It appeared to be just him and me. As he recorded me saying things like you can do anything you want to me, I started to freak out.
Eventually, I told him I had to go pick up my son from school. But he did not believe me. What happened next made me struggle for my life. As I started to run, he threw something hard and large that hit me on my back, sending me to the ground. He tackled me while I laid on the ground and he started choking me too. As I felt faint, I fought harder. I kicked and squirmed to wiggle out of his death grip.
I played dead for a moment to catch him off guard. And when he loosened his grip, I kicked him in the nuts. That allowed me to flee. But he tackled me again. We fought again as he choked me. That time I did pass out for real. But he dick slapped me awake, and I bit hard on his dick. I don’t think I ever bit a cock before. I had no choice. This guy wanted to kill me. No money. No coke. Hell, not even a snuff flick. He just wanted to kill a bitch.
And he almost succeeded, but I am scrappy. I channeled Lorena Bobbit. And I bit his cock off. Not all of it, but I got about half of it in my mouth. He bled a lot. Of course he freaked out too. He deserved the cock torture sex. While he scampered around looking for his severed dick, I made my escape. When will I ever learn?
Even when my oldest son feels under the weather, he can still make mommy his number one ass rape porn star. And because he was not feeling well, he really wanted to beat mommy beautiful. He loves to see me black, blue and purple. His favorite colors on me. He is prone to giving his mommy violent makeovers. But I know he loves me. Why else would he give me so much coke to dull the pain?
I know he needs money. And our violent makeover sessions bring him the money he needs. So, I never mind helping him. His fans love to watch him fucking destroy my ass pipe. But I am such a scatter brain sometimes. Like I always forget to remove my teeth before a skull fuck. And when I do, he needs to punch my teeth out. I deserve it though for being so absent minded. Not like this was our first rodeo together.
I heard the dings as our violent phone sex session got underway. He punched my face and my kidneys as I pushed out my ass pipe for him and his viewers. Fucking my prolapse just gets the crowd going. The dings sounded deafening to me, but I know how much money it brings him when he puts that zip tie around my protruding shit pipe and starts to fuck it like it’s a pocket pussy. My face stayed buried in the bowl of coke until I could not even feel the pressure pain. I told you he loved me.
But he upped his pain game this session. Broke out the brass knuckles and it’s been a while since I saw those. My body felt battered and bruised, but not enough for his preference. So, he went Mike Tyson on my prolapsed asshole with those brass knuckles making me cringe in pain. Just meant I needed more coke. He fucked my prolapse while pinning me to the wall like a bug.
As he fucked and punched my prolapsed asshole, I could hear the continued dings. But he had only just begun. As he got out the plastic bag for my head, he started calling me a 4-hole wonder. And that always means he is about to fuck my pee hole. Ouch. He gave me a piss transplant as he shot a steady stream of urine up my urethra. Even though I struggled to breathe, he continued to rag doll fuck my 4th hole. More chimes rang when he put on those brass knuckles again too.
When he finally came from the torture sex, his cock felt like it was going to bottom out in my belly. That’s how far down my throat he was. He punched my face with his cock choking me. And I could taste his cum mixed in with blood. He came and punched me simultaneously. Even in pain himself, he can still give his mommy a huge load.
As a submissive fuck slut, I don’t get accomplice phone sex calls often. But when I do, I love them. Why? Because it takes the focus off me. And what submissive slut does not want a break from the abuse sometimes? Nick promised me all the coke I could handle if I helped him fuck his teen niece. Seemed like easy money to me. But it was not. The teen niece possessed a ton of spunk.
Women seem to have an increase in odds when kidnapping or luring young ones away from the safety of their parents or peer group. Less stranger danger is my guess. But Jefferey Epstein used that Giselle chick to lure all his jailbait playmates. So, I concocted a story about being a model scout and knowing her uncle. She left the mall with me willingly. Little did she know she was about to star in a teen rape porn.
When I arrived with her at this little rent a cabin in the middle of nowhere, she realized she had been duped. Boy did she put up one hell of a fight too. She kicked and screamed, and even clawed at my face with her dagger nails. But her uncle heard the raucous and came to help. He injected her with some Fentanyl because he works in a doctor’s office. It knocked her out quicky.
I thought my part was over because I brought him the girl. However, he wanted me to watch as he violated her every hole. He gave me my coke, so I did a line and watched him explore the rape phone sex fantasies he has held for this girl for a long time. He fucked her hard too. But she just laid there on the floor limp from the drugs as he fucked every hole in her body. Not sure what he did with her afterwards, as I eventually left. Perhaps, she died. Not my concern though. I got my coke and did my part.
I star in way too many underground snuff movies. Now, sometimes, men recognize me as the red headed slut who loves bondage and hardcore ass fuckings. But that is not the case. I never enjoy ligature marks and anal prolapse. Sure, I am a pain slut, but even a pain slut has limits. But I earn money off the books to buy my coke with. If I am fucked up, I let guys do whatever they want to me for coke or money to get coke.
However, the other night, I did not get high. Surprising, I know. But I needed to be a good mom and attend a school function with my sons. Some fellow parent recognized me. And he offered me a large sum of money to make a home movie with him. Although I did not know the man, I did know his son. He plays soccer with my boy. I figured how awful could a soccer dad treat me?
So, I agreed to be his ass rape porn star. He got us a room in a seedy motel where only druggies go. However, I am talking like hardcore heroin and meth heads. Not soccer moms who like nose candy. The room smelled like urine and feces. Most disgusting room I’d ever been in. I begged him for some coke to dull my senses and make me not care, but he told me only after I perform. He flipped me over and rammed his cock in my ass hard.
Luckily, he came quickly, and I thought he finished, and I could get the fuck out of the room. It looked like something out of a Saw movie. But suddenly, a bunch of men entered the room. And what went started as a solo ass fucking porn turned into a hardcore gangbang rape porn. My soccer dad hogtied me and let these dirty druggy men use me like a cheap whore. I was sober too. That meant I could smell them.
I fought and struggled, but I was tied tightly. Hours and hours went by before it all ended. And when it did, I looked like a cheap street hooker. Now, I am worried about what these dirty men might have given me. Oh, why do I keep getting myself into these situations.
Even though I have a boring soccer mom life, I am a snuff phone sex fan for many reasons. One, when I get fucked up, my mind goes to very dark places. And two, I think for both of us, snuff fantasies act like a great stress release from an often crazy world. So, when guys ask me if I have any limits, I always say no because I do not. This world is too short to be bothered with limits. Let your mind go. Kill the bitch. And the bitch is me.
When Gerald called me last night, he knew he was in the right place because he asked if I partied. And as I said yes, I snorted a big line of coke. When I suggested with watch snuff porn, he knew just what he wanted to watch. He came across an underground snuff flick I made a few years ago. The legitimate snuff kind. Obviously, I did not really die. So, he asked me some questions and I shared with him what I remembered about filming that movie.
Eventually, he felt inspired to act on his own dark fantasies. My little snuff flick inspired him. He had a home invasion fantasy that involved my sons. And I admitted that home invasion scenarios make my pussy wetter than anything. Something about my boys being forced to watch their mother force fucked and abused turns me on. Maybe it is the coke thinking for me. Or perhaps it is just that I am a sick bitch with twisted fantasies. It is likely both.
So, Gerald and I did a home invasion roleplay scenario where he broke into my apartment through the fire escape and found me in a deep sleep. He woke me up with a cold knife against my throat. Although I pleaded with him not to hurt me because I was a mother, he wanted to hurt me. But he wanted to hurt me while my sons watched and masturbated. My boys loved seeing mommy violated. By the end of our extreme roleplay phone sex call, three cocks violate this mommy whore.
What is your extreme role play? Remember, this soccer mom never has any limits.
Rape phone sex fantasies for mommy on Valentine’s Day are not uncommon. In fact, all week this mommy has been fuck meat for callers and the men in her life. Because I knew it would likely be like this, I saw my number one drug dealer this week to stock up on coke. Marcus never goes too hard on me. Usually, the roughest stuff I get from the other dealers I see when I either run out of the stuff Marcus gave me or he does not have any to give me.
But last night Marcus seemed to be in a mood. I know he has his own mommy fantasies, but they never seemed very violent. At least not in comparison to most. But he proved me wrong last night. He came over while my husband and sons went to a movie. And he did not come alone. He brought his brothers with him. They turned me into their mommy ass rape porn star too.
Not sure what got into them, but they took turns pounding my asshole. Hell, they even fisted my asshole. In fact, that hurt way more than all three cocks in my ass at once. When they shoved all three cocks in my tight asshole at once with no lube they joked that they gave me a bouquet of cocks as a Valentine’s Day gift. However, three cocks dry in my ass hurt less than one fist.
Even as a submissive whore, I do not get fisted often. In fact, most of the time, when I do get fisted, it is a woman doing the fisting and she has a smaller hand than men. However, these guys had huge hands. Plus, they each sported rings that looked bigger than Super Bowl rings. As they took turns fisting my asshole, I tried to fight the tears back. My dealer really had some anger to work out this time.
Hell, all three men had some anger. And my ass paid the ultimate price. Not only did they prolapse my ass, but they also bloodied it with their big rings. No anal sex for me for a while. At least I hope not. This taboo phone sex mommy needs a break from the brutality.
My boy enjoys violent phone sex and so do his viewers who subscribe to his channel. Although he brings me lots of coke to dull the pain, I always feel it the next day. Two days later and I am still sore. But his primo coke is the only medicine I need. He surprised me Thursday night. I knew I was in trouble too. He seemed like a lot was on his mind and he needed to take it out on his favorite mommy whore.
He went right in to punching my tits and slapping my face. Although he might punch me in the jaw, so my teeth go flying, he will never punch my nose. He knows I need my sniffer. My boy did not come alone. So, I knew I was in trouble. Perhaps, this would be a true snuff porn with the backup boys. He invited some of his viewers to join our live show. The last time that happened, I needed an ER visit. Either I have toughened up or his coke has improved. Maybe, both.
Those boys joined in on playing soccer bopper with my body as I pushed out my asshole. I know what my son and his fans like to see. They enjoy abusing my prolapse. After what felt like an eternity of being punched and slapped with hands and cocks, they turned their attention to my waddle. That’s what I call my prolapsed asshole because it looks like a turkey neck when I am on all fours. It hangs between my legs. And the boys, including my son, took turns punching my waddle. They fucked me for hours too. Rough sex. It is all they like. My asshole got fucked from the outside in.
But I am no stranger to gangbang rape porn. So, they played musical chairs with my fuck holes. That night, I was a 4-hole wonder. I know what you are thinking. How can she have four holes. My son’s favorite hole is my pee hole. And all the coke in the world does not dull that kind of pain. Four cocks ravaged my urethra, and it still feels like I am pissing out glass shards. My pee is bloody, and I am in pain every time I urinate.
Hey, but I survived another live streaming night. One of these days, I might not survive it. But I know my boy loves his mommy. Why else would he bring me such good coke to help ease the pain?
He forced me into blasphemy sex. Although I am not religious now, I was raised as a Catholic girl. My mother had two lives. The good Catholic church going woman who the church thought was a saint. And the incest loving cocaine loving dirty mom who my brother and I knew was no saint at all. I loved her dichotomy.
Now I possess that same sort of dichotomy. On the outside I look like a normal soccer mom. Occasionally, I go to church but not as much as I should or did. I do have a lot of naughty things to confess. Like the fact that I too love fucking my sons and partying with coke. When Dave called me telling me he had coke for me, I knew we had to hang out.
But the addy he gave me was for my church. Well, the church I went to as a little girl with my mother. He wanted blasphemy phone sex to party with him. A few hail Mary’s and God will forgive me, right? Secretly, I apologized to God, as Dave made me admonish the Almighty for his darker counterpart, Satan. I felt like God might strike me down at any moment as I cursed his existence while doing lines of coke off Dave’s cock.
We partied in my old church. Fucked on the red velvet alter leaving cum stains everywhere. Dave pissed in the coffers, and I masturbated my naughty cunt with a cross I saw hanging. Big ass cross too. Gaped my cunt and ass. I will be honest here. Being naughty in a church I went to as a little girl felt incredibly dirty and taboo. But I did it for the coke.
Dave is a devil worshiper I discovered. We hailed Satan while fucking in almost every pew. Left my mark and scent everywhere I could. Not often I go to church anymore as a taboo phone sex whore, but boy, this visit will land me in hell for good.
Anytime a man wants to watch snuff movies with me I get conflicted. Sure, I love to watch some other bitch get tortured and force fucked. But sometimes I know those kinds of movies inspire men like you and whomever I am watching them with. So, what seems harmless often turns into one of the worst nights of my life. I am fond of coke. Okay, that is an understatement. I am a coke fiend.
And my love for blow always puts me in precarious situations. When I met Bob online in a chat room, he seemed so meek and mild mannered. He wanted me to introduce him to the world of snuff porn. In exchange, he would give me an ample supply of blow. Sounded like a sweet deal. In my head, I told myself it would be nice to watch some dark flicks and get high with some normal guy. Not a sadistic man with snuff and rape fantasies.
But Bob was not who he pretended to be. Sure, he looked like his picture. But he was no novice. He was a predator who enjoys sodomizing mommies. His hatred for his own mother got taken out on my asshole. And I just took it because his coke was so good. Like the pure expensive shit from Columbia. A little toot goes a long way with the good shit.
So, I laid there on his couch getting choked and ass fucked like some strung out hooker. Big, fat cock too. He lied about that too. He told me he had an average dick. Nothing average about a 14-inch coke can thick cock. My ass screamed for mercy, but he granted me no mercy. When he shot his load, my asshole gaped more than an ass rape porn star’s asshole.
Today, I cannot shit or sit comfortably. My asshole looks like someone fucked me with a baseball bat. No bat. Just an Italian Stallion with a vendetta against mommy.
