A taboo phone sex druggie mommy experiences the holidays a bit differently than the typical soccer mom. By that I mean I need a hustle to make my Christmas coke money. My sons will be off school for three weeks. And they will invite a lot of friends over too. So, I will always have bonus boys around, and if I’m lucky, a few bonus girls to play with too. But mommy needs to hustle if she wants to play. I hustle for the money to buy cocaine to keep up with teenagers.
So, I got creative. I decided that I needed a lot more cocaine money than usual. My idea of a white Christmas involves a lot of cocaine. So, I made up these sexy Christmas cards and sent them to a few men who I worked with in the past making underground films. I let them all know I could be available for their snuff movies or whatever movies they wanted to make with a redheaded soccer mom.
And my Christmas card idea paid off. I received texts from every guy I sent one too. Now, I know that means mommy will take a beating, but the payoff will outweigh the pain. Up first, Tommy who I consider a sadistic fuck because he enjoys torturing women on film. He never intentionally kills a woman, but he makes her feel like she wished she was dead. But he pays well. And he aligned with my mission to score as much money or coke as possible.
I am on a Mission to Get Coke for Christmas
I showed up Saturday to his warehouse. And I saw all the torture devices, and I almost experienced a case of cold feet. But I told myself to stick to the plan because I needed the cocaine money badly. And I didn’t have the money to pay for it. This soccer mom earns the money. And if I play my cards right, I’ll earn a little something extra to spoil my sons with for Christmas.
He put me on a St. John’s cross table on the wall. He burned my nipples. And he whipped me mercilessly until he drew blood from my flesh. He fucked my pussy with his fist. And then he switched to other objects. And he even put a speculum inside my cunt, cranked it up and squirted Ben Gay inside of me. That became the lubrication for the wine bottle that he fucked me with.
I tried to just put my brain somewhere else and not think about the pain or any potential permanent damage. I’m one tough cookie. I knew I could handle it. And I did. Even if barely, I did survive. But I survived with burn marks on my body, welts and gashes and a few bruises too. I’ll take a day or two to try to recuperate from the torture sex before I move onto the next guy who promised me a lot of money for a hardcore fuck video. If my sons only knew what I do just so I can entertain them properly. You can keep my secret, right.























