Bad babysitter phone sex calls get my head spinning. Recently, I discovered that a good way to make money for coke was to pose as a babysitter. No, I am not talking about babysitting money. That’s chump change to what I can make by offering up a little charge to a man like you to fuck while the parents are away. I have done it a few times. But I did it again last night.
I needed coke. Although I make decent money at this phone sex job, it does not cover my coke habit. Plus, my husband watches my account like a hawk. He knows I used to have a bad problem with nose candy. However, you know I still have a problem with coke. This guy I get high with sometimes made me an offer. And as he put it, it would be a win win for us both. His sister needed a last-minute babysitter because the teen girl next door got the flu.
Since this guy has long had rape phone sex fantasies for his niece, he thought if I agreed to babysit her, I could help him fuck her. He could not pay me cash, but he could give me a brick of coke. A brick? That’s enough coke to last even this druggy whore awhile. Fuck money. Pay me in coke anytime, I told him.
He told me the drug cocktail to give her. And how to bypass the security camera so he could come in the house, and no one would know he was there. So, I gave her the medicine with some chocolate milk. And she fell asleep 30 minutes later. Dead asleep too. I could see why he liked her. Cute thing. She’d make your dick hard too. I held her while he fucked her. She never even opened her eyes. It was like fucking a warm corpse. But this was teen rape porn instead.
He came quickly in her. But that was to be expected. He has beaten off thinking about her for ions now. Cannot blame him. You would have wanted to fuck her too. He left afterwards, but he left me with the promised brick. I cleaned her up, washed her sheets and her nightgown, and put the sheets back on as well as the nightgown. No one would know a thing.
He told me that if I agree to babysit again in the future, I will get a brick every time. Hell, yes. Why pay for coke when you can offer up a young cunt as trade?
I have starred in my share of snuff movies. Although I dabble in all sorts of porn, the seedy underworld of snuff pays the most. Most of the time, these sorts of films contain only simulated death and torture. Smoke and mirror effects to hide the fact it’s all staged. But every now and then, I run across a real snuff flick.
Friday night, I partied with some snuff flick makers. One of the guys I worked with in the past. But when I knew him, he was not a director yet. He starred in some films with me. And his huge cock punished my ass many times too. I measured his cock once and it measured almost 15-inches. A black guy obviously. But doing ass rape porn with his dick made me a hardcore anal sex pro.
However, this guy advanced his position to director. And our chance meeting made me the star of his next movie. He remembered me. And of course, I remembered him. How does a woman forget a man with a cock so big it feels like you are giving head and fucking the cock at the same time. He might be the first man to ever seriously gape my asshole. He invited me to his place to party and catch up. So, I went. Never thought it would turn into a fight for my life.
I thought we were friends. But he spiked my wine with something. And when I woke up, he had me hanging upside down from a bar and all his friends with equally big cocks were fucking me. Cocks in all my holes too. Blood trickled down my body from the hardcore ass fucking. And it takes some extremely rough treatment to make my ass bleed anymore. But they had three monster black cocks in my asshole at the same time.
I woke up from being drugged to discover that I was making a violent gangbang rape porn. Choking, slapping and rough sex, I did not consider partying. But I saw the camera. And then I knew what was going on. He filmed his buddies sodomizing me and beating me as I hung upside down. Blood rushed to my head making me sick.
I guess you never know who your friends are. Perhaps, I need better friends. Because this guy who I considered a friend, drugged me, force fucked me, hung me upside down and filmed it all for money. Never once did I get to party. I thought I might really die this time.
Being an ass rape porn star allows me to pay for my coke habit. However, sometimes I pay too much. But this week I almost paid with my life. And my ass needed medical attention afterwards. Rarely do I need medical attention. I am tougher than I look. And I am no stranger to hardcore anal sex or any kind of rough sex. However, this encounter split my asshole like I shit out a bowling ball.
The guy I saw for my coke fix told me I had to give up my ass if I wanted coke. And I did not think it would be as rough as it ended up being. Five days later, I still cannot sit or shit right. Plus, I have stitches in my ass like an episiotomy. So, let me tell you what I endured. Once I stripped naked, I had to bend over and get fisted. Even double fisted. This little home porno felt more like snuff porn than anything else.
Six men gang banged my asshole. But they used more than their cocks. Fists. Even forearms. Baseball bats and all sorts of household items like eggbeaters and rolling pins sodomized my ass until it bled and prolapsed. It prolapses easily. However, this seemed different. More painful and more bleeding than normal. But I felt everything because they would not let me get high before they started force fucking my ass. And coke makes all the difference. I do not feel anything after a few lines of coke.
For hours, those 6 men sodomized me with every big thing they could find. Plus, they choked and suffocated me too. No one spoke to me. Not even the director of this violent gangbang rape porn. That seemed unsettling to me. When they finished, the director tossed me a wad of cash and told me to get the fuck out. And those were the only words he said to me. I got high and went to the ER before I went home and crawled into bed with my clueless husband.
A woman like me needs domination phone sex. At least that’s what men tell me all the time. Although I have a submissive side, I am mostly only a subby whore for coke. My need for coke makes me do anything. Snuff flicks, BDSM shoots, rough anal sex, gang bangs… You get the idea. When you are desperate for a fix, you will do anything for it.
Last night, I could not find anyone who would trade me coke for my pussy. So, I whored myself out at the truck stop in the warehouse district. That’s the seedy part of town. Lots of bad shit has happened to me in the abandoned warehouses along the river. But this truck stop is new. And I know lot lizards usually work the truck stops. I am a coke whore, but I do not do meth or smack. So, I look good. And I knew I would be better looking than any lot lizard.
I charged $50 to fuck and $25 for a blowjob. Cheap prices because I needed to be competitive. I was competing with trashy whores. The first 8 guys I fucked seemed normal. They just wanted to treat me like their ass rape porn star. However, the last truck had two black men. Big and burly. And mean as fuck. But I needed their money to get the coke I wanted. So, I let them get rough with me. I think they hated white bitches because they came close to killing me.
When they put both of their black cocks down my throat, they almost suffocated me with their balls. Big black balls blocked my nose. And I passed out a couple times. But they would wake me up by slapping my face and punching my belly. I puked a few times from the sucker punches. But they did that to me for hours. I became their gangbang rape porn star. But I had no choice. I needed coke for the weekend. So, I did what I always do. Went home and did coke to dull the pain then started fucking teenage boys
Men tell me often that I was made for snuff movies. And I do not think they mean it as a compliment. For whatever reason, a red headed druggy mommy makes men angry enough to want to kill me sometimes. Over the weekend, I found myself in trouble when I was not even looking for any. For once, I did not need coke. My regular dealer supplied me with a large bag on Thursday that should last a while, even for a coke fiend like me, LOL.
I met a girlfriend at our local dive bar. And we drank too much boxed wine. But since I live close by, we figured we could just walk back to my place. We planned on her spending the night, so she did not need to drive drunk. But before we got home, some guys at the bar snatched us up as we were about one block from my place. And we ended up tied up in this one guy’s basement on a dirty mattress on the floor. We would have fucked them if they wanted. However, I think they had rape phone sex fantasies for mommy and did not want us to enjoy it.
Both guys called us mommy as they ripped our clothes off and force fucked our assholes. I am used to hardcore anal fucking. But my friend never had a cock in her ass until that night. And she screamed bloody murder when one of our assailants rammed his cock up inside her asshole with no lube. The more she screamed the harder he fucked her. Even though I tried to calm her down, she cried and screamed making it worse for us both.
Not my first rodeo. Men force fuck me all the time. This seemed personal though. Like they had some deep-seated anger toward mommy, and we were the scapegoats for all that anger. They punched us, slapped us, even choked us. Eventually their drunk asses passed out. But by that time, my friend and I were covered in bruises and blood. Luckily, I am a quick thinker. And my experiences as a bondage phone sex whore taught me all to get out of ropes. So, I got us out of that hellish basement before they woke up. My friend appeared broken like that was the worst thing to ever happen to her. What a pussy.
She wanted to call the police, but I stopped her. They know where we live. They know all about us. Best to just shut your mouth, do a lot of coke and try to forget the incident. I have become a pro at stuffing down my feelings. And I never mind much being treated like a dirty whore. But my friend, well, she will need therapy to get through this. However, I just need coke.
Violent phone sex fantasies excite me the most. Perhaps, that’s because my personal life is full of violence. Not my home life. It’s boring. But my druggy life is full of violence and torture. And I guess I have grown to love it. I got myself in a bind on Thursday night. I survived the encounter but barely. No one would trade my fuck holes for coke. And I needed coke.
So, I had to respond to an ad I saw on the dark net for a snuff flick. I do those kinds of simulated movies and photo shoots for cash to buy coke. My husband keeps a tight grip on my wallet. So, I get creative with how I get my coke. This video was for a gangbang rape porn with lots of cum eating. And I thought it seemed easy. Or at least easier than some of the extreme bondage shit I have done.
But they really meant a gang bang. Over 100 men must have shown up responding to the ad the director placed in the same magazine I saw the ad. That many cocks could do serious damage to my ass and cunt. But I tried not to think about that. I tried to focus on the money I was promised for this gang bang. However, I struggled to focus on much else but those huge cocks ramming in and out of my pussy and ass.
Most of the time three cocks fucked me at once. I could not talk or moan with all that cock meat shoved down my throat. These men really fucked me hard. Choked me. Slapped me. Pulled my hair. Gagged me. And violently fucked me. My asshole prolapsed from the impact of two huge cocks shoved up my asshole at once. It felt brutal even for an ass rape porn star.
By the time the shoot concluded, I looked like a cum whore. Cum oozed out all my holes. My pussy lips hung down like they had anchors on them. My tits seemed battered and bruised. And my ass felt prolapsed. My entire body ached. However, I did get the money I needed to buy coke to get over the pain. I took the money and ran straight to a dealer to buy a big bag of coke. But before he would let me buy any, he told me to shit out all the cum and drink it up.
My humiliation continued. But I needed that coke to erase the pain of the day. So, I lapped up all the cum oozing from my body, took the coke and headed home looking and smelling like a cum dumpster.
Although I am too old for babysitter phone sex, men want me to be the bad babysitter often. I guess technically as a mother I would make a good babysitter. However, I just associate babysitting with teen girls, not women in their 40s. But sometimes, a druggy whore needs to go where the money is to score. And he needed a bad babysitter to give him access to a little girl.
I thought about saying no. Very risky for me to watch his neighbor’s daughter just so he can sneak into the house and diddle her. But he could pay me more money than men pay to abuse me. So, I said fuck you to my morals. I could get money to buy coke and go home unscathed. Be nice for the focus not to be on me for once. I’m running out of my 9-lives. If he wanted to pay me to explore his rape phone sex fantasies for someone other than myself, why should I care?
So, I followed his instructions on how to get hired, and it worked. They never even checked my references or anything. I think they saw a mom and just assumed I would be safe around their precious baby girl. Jim told me what to mix to knock her out. Young girls and boys sleep heavy anyway. But a little nighttime specialty drink erases the memory, dulls the pain and knocks them out.
Once I had her in bed, dead to the world, I called Jim. Told him the coast was clear. I did feel bad for the girl. And a bit worried if the parents found out their little angel got violated on my watch, but I needed coke more than some little slut needed her virginity. He did not fuck her gently either. But then as tiny as she was and has big as his cock looked, he could fuck her gently and she would still look like she just finished a gangbang rape porn.
He did not fuck her long. That tight snatch made him pop quickly. But he left me with one hell of a mess to clean up. And I did my best to wipe away DNA and virgin blood. Even washed the bed linens and iced her swollen cunt and asshole.
Parents came home, paid me, and I left to go get coke with all the money Jim paid me to assault his little neighbor girl. And the coke dulled my guilt and eased my fear of getting caught.
Kidnapping phone sex scenarios often seem like a page out of my own life. I get fucked up and vulnerable. And that makes me easy prey for predators. On Sunday night, I went down to the seedy part of town to score some coke. This time, I did not need to subject myself to any cruel torture to get a bag of coke. Some guys just party with me for fun. Of course, I sucked their cocks and let them fuck my ass, it was nothing hardcore or violent.
But I got wasted and could not even find where I parked my car. So, as I stumbled around in the dark looking for my car in the warehouse district, some guy grabbed me and shoved me in the trunk of his car. At some point, I passed out. When I woke up, I found myself hanging from the rafters in some dungeon basement. Naked of course.
A guy stood before me with a whip. I had no idea if he wanted to make a snuff porn with me or just beat the shit out of me. He did not kill me. But he made me wish that he did. He whipped me like a slave in the south in the 1800s. Flesh felt like it might fall off my skin. I pleaded to know who he was and why he kidnapped me, but he just smiled and evil smile and continued whipping me. Never spoke a word to me.
My pleas fell on deaf ears. The more I pleaded, the rougher he got with me. So, I quickly learned to shut the fuck up. But it did not make much of a difference. Either way, he wanted to hurt me. I was just in the wrong place at the wrong time. Easy prey for a sadistic phone sex man. Eventually, his arm got tired of whipping me and he left the room. But he left me hanging from the rafters. Luckily, I have one skill. I am double jointed from years of abuse. So, I got out of there while he went MIA.
Not sure how I got back to my car, but I did. And now I am tending to my broken flesh and battered body with copious amounts of coke and weed. My 9 lives will run out soon.
Torture sex is the only sex I get. But as a masochist, I do not mind. At least I do not mind if I am getting coke in exchange. Last night, this sadist drug dealer I know, wanted to torture my tits and cunt for hours. But I had to endure it. What were my options? No coke for a holiday weekend was not a viable option for me. So, I let him mutilate me.
For an hour, he zapped my flesh with a cattle prod. Have you ever smelt burning flesh? It’s an awful smell, especially if it’s your own flesh. I think smoke started to ooze out my nipples he shocked my tits so much. But my boob torture served as foreplay. He went to my clit next. Singed my red pussy hair. Burning hair smells as bad as burning flesh. Honestly, I thought about calling off the deal, and going to my stepson instead. However, I had endured so much torture phone sex already, I thought I needed to see it through.
As he burned the flesh off my clit, I thought about all the coke I would have for this weekend. It would let me keep up with my teenage boys and their soccer pals who were spending the weekend with us. After he burned my clit, and my nipples, he shoved the cattle prod up my worthless cunt. When he shocked me, he laughed as my body jolted and I pissed everywhere. Involuntary reaction to an electric prod shoved up my cunt.
That turned him on, so he decided to shove it up my ass next. And that hurt more than the nipple, clit and cunt torture combined. When he finished torturing me, he untied me, but he made me lick my piss off the concrete floor of the warehouse we were in. And he added his piss to the mix to humiliate me while I was down. At this point, this taboo phone sex whore has no shame left. I spit shined the floor, got my coke and got the fuck out of there with my burnt and sore body.
Anytime my son summons me, I know it is to stream an ass rape porn for his viewers. But I also know he will give me a lot of coke for my troubles. And the good pink coke too. When I arrived, I saw the big bowl of coke on the table. I would need every bit I could get too. In a way, I guess I am a content creator. My son jokes that I need a Dark Only Fans page. I do love the attention. But I love cocaine more.
With my red lips, bimbo outfit and high heels, I got closer to the bowl. You could still see some faded bruises from our last encounter. They never completely fade. Before I could put my face in the bowl, my son stripped me naked so he could slide his cock between my fat cunt lips. However, soon he shoved his arm up my cunt, turning me into his fuck puppet. I endured a few punches before he pulled me by my cunt lips to the bowl of coke. I put my face in that bowl of coke and took a big snort to dull the pain.
Any sex with my son is torture sex. My son laughed at my Geisha face when I came up for air. White powder covered my face. You could still see my red lips, and raccoon eyes under the coke. The chimes poured in. My boy punched my face, sending my teeth flying across the room. He ordered me to push out my prolapse, and I did. More chimes. My prolapse serves as my boy’s cock sleeve. He zip tied it at 6 inches so I could not suck it back in.
Some skull fucking ensued, followed by a belt to my prolapse. Sometimes I think my son hates me. He would punch my face, then whip my prolapse with his belt. But the chimes of a happy audience continued to pour in. My boy reminded me of our deal. I am his cash cow and fuck puppet, and in exchange, I get good cocaine. So, I sucked it up. Did some more coke and gummed his cock while he whipped my prolapse repeatedly.
More punches to the face while he stuffed my mouth with his cock. And I could feel my face turning his favorite colors of black and blue as he continued to skull fuck me. I’m his punching bag. He pissed down my throat and I swallowed it like a good whore. My son thinks I look prettier with black eyes and purple cheeks. And the prettier I look, the more his audience tips.
He dragged me by my prolapsed asshole back to the bowl of coke to numb the pain. If my boy did not love me, he would let me suffer instead of letting me get high. Oh, I forgot to mention that this entire time he tied up my boobs like torpedoes. So, by then they appeared to be a pretty purple too. Before I could snort more coke, he fucked my throat some more while squeezing it to turn it purple too. He believes in beating mommy beautiful.
When he let me bury my face in the bowl of coke, he fucked my prolapsed ass. It’s his cock sleeve. But I buried my face in that bowl of pink coke and just inhaled until he yanked me by my protruding asshole back in front of the camera. He put a plastic bag with some coke over my head while he punched my entire body. As I struggled to snort the coke in the bag, I felt myself begin to suffocate.
The bag stuck to my face with every inhale. My boy went back to fucking his cock sleeve while I gasped for air. And of course, more chimes rolled in. Eventually, he ripped the bag off my face so I could breathe. As he fed me more coke, he slammed my skinny old body on the floor and tossed me across the room. He made mommy fly.
I bounced off the wall like a rubber ball and fell to the floor where he kicked me. But the torture phone sex had only just begun. He gave me a golden enema. That means he shoved his cock down my pee hole and took a piss. More chimes poured in. His audience loves it when he abuses my 4th hole. I am a 4-hole wonder. I showed off for the camera. They sent more tips looking at my battered and broken body.
My boy started fucking me again. And I felt like a rag doll bouncing up and down his cock. He pulled his dick out of my pee hole to bend me in half like a pretzel. So, he did that so his audience could see my abused and battered old body. With my legs over my head like that, they could pop out of their sockets easily. But that’s what he wanted. By this time, my cunt lips came down to my knees. And in this pretzel position, he fucked my urethra some more. I could hear the chimes of tips pouring in as my boy destroyed my 4th hole.
Eventually, he covered me in his boy batter. And my busted up face got to snort some coke while he showed off the damage he did to my body. He pumped my throat some more while punching me again. I’m my son’s cash cow and fuck puppet. But I never mind because he gives me the best coke. And it dulls my pain until our next live stream.
