Being an ass rape porn star for coke or money to get coke, gets rough sometimes. I met this man at a dive bar who said we could party together. And you know me. Of course, I said yes. I don’t care how I get my coke, if I get my coke. But when we got back to his place, I started doubting him. Just got a creepy vibe when I entered his place. It had that death smell. For a moment, I worried that he was some Jeffrey Dahmer type, killing people in his house, chopping them up and eating them. And I did not want to be dinner.
Someone died in his place, and recently I thought. So, I made up an excuse that I just got my period, wasn’t feeling well, and I needed to leave. But as soon as I bolted for the door, he stopped me. Grabbed my long red hair and yanked me back into his living room. This time, I feared I would die. He told me I better be a good whore, or he would do to me what he did to the last dumb cunt he took home. And he added that she never left.
Sometimes, I Think I Might Die Trying to Score Coke
I enjoy watching snuff movies, but I don’t want to be the star. At least not a real snuff star. He ordered me to strip, and I did like a good whore. Then he contorted my body to fuck me. My cunt felt too loose for him, so he tried my asshole. But he said that was too loose for him too. I wanted to tell him that the reason he could not feel my holes had more to do with his small dick than my gaped holes. However, I bit my tongue.
For a moment, I thought he might kill me over loose fuck holes, but instead he fisted my asshole. And then he double fisted my ass. He managed to fit both of his fists in my ass and my cunt. Watching me grimace in pain made him thrust his fists inside my holes even more. Damn. That hurt. For what felt like an eternity he fisted my fuck holes making them bleed and gape more. He loved the anal torture sex he gave me.
But finally, he passed out, and I made my escape. No coke though. Nonetheless, I lived. With my gaped, sore holes, I found a drug dealer who would give me coke. But he gaped me even further. The life of a druggy soccer mom never gets boring. But it does get dangerous.