I enjoy ass rape porn. Although most times, I regret my choices the next day because my asshole hurts, my ass earns me a lot of coke and money. But recently, this seedy porn peddler I know, hired me to help him with a young ingenue he picked up hitchhiking. He told me she was a teen runaway hooking and hitchhiking along the highway, and I believed him.
However, when I met the girl, she appeared much younger than he led me to believe. And she appeared extremely doped up too. Needle tracks on her arms. This girl looked trafficked. And I felt bad about assisting him. In my opinion, this girl seemed like a girl next door who met the wrong man. But I needed coke and if he wanted to turn her into an anal teen rape porn star, I just needed to push it out of my mind.
Sometimes, I am the Victim and Sometimes I am the Accomplice
The director wanted a particular scenario. As the mommy, I offered up my girl’s tiny butthole to a man so I could get coke. And that man had a lot of friends too. Not too far from the truth. If I had a daughter instead of sons, I likely would have traded her tiny holes for a fix too.
In the scenario, I prepped my daughter’s asshole with one of those face dildos. She sat on mommy’s face while I took turns fucking her ass and her mouth. She did not bleed so she’d been used before. However, she did cry. Screamed and fought me too. I felt bad for the girl. But I needed coke. And if this was my only means, then so be it.
When it came time for the gangbang rape porn portion of the night, the director dosed her up again. And she became catatonic. I helped hold her down while one man after another violated her young tiny holes. However, I doubt we needed to restrain her since she appeared so out of it. Honestly, I felt bad leaving the porn shoot walking out with a bunch of coke for my troubles. I doubt that girl survived the ordeal.