On New Year’s Eve well I should’ve been spending time with my family, but I made a gangbang rape porn down at a truck stop instead. A friend of mine told me that she makes good money as a lot lizard. She said she must fuck and suck a lot of cocks, but no one treats her too roughly. So, when she needs instant cash, she goes down to her local truck stop. So, I thought why not do the same. And although I found plenty of truckers willing to pay for sex with a MILF, they did want to get rough too
But I told myself I could handle it. No way a bunch of truckers could treat me any worse than drug dealers and snuff makers. However, that might’ve been a wrong assumption on my part. I got myself into some trouble. Once I fucked about four truckers and made enough money to buy Coke, I should’ve stopped.
But I got greedy. I wanted more money to buy more coke. And the fifth trucker I fucked changed the game. He did not just want an ass rape porn star. But he wanted to watch every trucker at that truck stop run a train on me. He turned me into a private gangbang whore. And this one seemed mean. I know if I said no, I might not be alive today to tell you about this in a blog.
Something in his eyes told me this man buried some bodies before. So, I didn’t want to mess with him. I did everything he told me to do. And being a good whore prolapsed my ass, bruised my body and left me broken. He set up some camera equipment for a live stream, and then he forced my head down on his massive cock.
And while I sucked his cock, about 50 other truckers came into the back of his cab and started fucking me one after another. But of course, they didn’t just fuck me. They choked me, pulled my hair, slapped me, punched me, and even spit on me. This trucker filmed the whole thing and brought out the worst in his fellow truckers. He encouraged them to take out all their rage and anger out on my tiny suburban body.
I feared I might make a snuff porn on New Year’s Eve and never see my family again. But after the last trucker nutted inside of me, he tossed me out of the back of his truck and threw me some money. Not enough money for what I endured, but enough money to buy some more cocaine. And cocaine will help me nurse my battered body and my bruised ego. I should’ve stopped while I was ahead. But no. I needed more money to get more cocaine. When will I ever learn?
Well, this bondage phone sex whore thought she had enough cocaine to get through the holidays. But my fucking sister-in-law found my stash and flushed it down the toilet. She remains clueless about what I did for that cocaine. I hate that bitch as much as she hates me. All my husband’s sisters hate me because they see me as a gold digger. I make my own money. And I use my own body for my cocaine habit.
She threatened to tell my husband, and I told her to go ahead because he knows I use cocaine. But he also knows I don’t spend his money for it either. I took the wind out of her sails. But I still needed more cocaine, especially since my husband’s sisters decided to visit for the holiday.
I tried to get a hold of Marcus my regular drug dealer because he just fucks me with his big black cock. Nothing extreme. Maybe occasionally he makes me his ass rape porn star, but I can handle anal sex.
So, I texted Charles. He just likes to tie women up and fuck them. And sometimes piss on them. But he pays well. It’s his fetish. He’s not an official snuff maker or anything. Just an old man with a kink for bondage and a wife who won’t let him tie up even her pinky finger. So, he uses his money to pay druggie whores like me to explore his fetish.
But I don’t know if he experienced some holiday anger or not, but he went harder on me this time. Harder than normal. I’ve maybe worked for him six times, I think. And I’ve always left relatively unscathed, except for the ligature marks on my wrists and ankles. After this time, however, those ligature marks appear around my neck too, and my tits. Also rope burns between my pussy lips. So, now it burns every time I pee.
He tied me up better than butcher ties up a side of beef. But when he tied up, he whipped me and pissed on me too. He broke skin in a few areas and let me tell you how much piss burns an open wound. He started beating on me too. I just tried not to bite my tongue off, endure the pain and get the fuck out of there. But like I said, he appeared to be in some sort of mood. And not a good one.
But he didn’t kill me luckily. I almost wanted to die so I didn’t need to deal with my fucking sisters in law. To cover up my neck marks, I wore a turtleneck. However, as a taboo phone sex whore, this sort of thing happens often. I’m alive at least. But I will need to hide my cocaine better in the future.
Last night felt like a snuff porn nightmare. My last night before the holidays to score some cocaine. I always need extra during the holidays because my sons and all their friends stay home from school for a couple weeks. And I need to be in tiptop shape. I went to a few drug dealers who couldn’t help me out because they did not have any product. So desperate times call for desperate measures. And I want to see Luke.
Luke makes my stepson look like a member of the Mickey Mouse club. Luke hates mothers. Like with a passion. Apparently, his mother screwed him up somewhere along the way. And now he makes snuff flicks of sons simulating murdering their mothers. I just told myself I’ve been through worse. And I’ll likely be through worse in the future at this rate. So, I sucked it up and kept my eye on the prize.
The man who would be my son and executioner, stood almost 7 feet tall. That alone made me shit a brick. That guy could kill me with his pinky and index finger. Seriously though, I did feel scared. But at least Luke let me do a line of coke before he started the snuff sex scene. The executioner showed me no mercy. Why would he, I guess. He threw me across the room. My head hit a cement wall so hard it took a chunk out of my forehead. Blood trickled down my face, and we were less than five minutes into a 30-minute feature film.
Perhaps throwing me around like a beach ball seemed like foreplay to this dude. Because the next thing I knew he scooped me up with a thumb in my ass and hurled me in the air like it was an Olympic sport and he wanted the gold medal. And as I laid on the ground, battered, beaten, and bloody, he decided strangulation phone sex might be fun. His hands choked the life out of me. I lost consciousness a few times too.
This man beat me to a pulp while Luke rolled the camera. He told me it was my best work yet. Of course it was. He almost fucking killed me about halfway through this little snuff flick. I almost wanted to die. He gave me the money for Coke. But not enough to get as much Coke as I need to heal my pain and get through the end of the year. If my sons only knew the things that I endure just so I can be a good mommy whore for them.
Justin knows how to produce a hot family gay gangbang rape porn. As my nephew, he’s been exposed to a lot. However, he appears to be perverted as fuck. He knows I get desperate for money. And sometimes he makes me an offer I just can’t refuse. Enough coke the to last me a month but in return we live stream him but fucking my sons.
Yesterday, when Justin arrived, he brought a surprise for me. I thought he just meant he would bring me some premium cocaine, or more poppers, but he arrived with his father and brother to make this a family fucking affair. My boys went down the rabbit hole of gay butt fucking, so they crave all this hardcore anal sex now from cousin Justin. He set up the camera equipment and told his live streaming viewers that they were in for one hell of a kinky show.
A live stream bare back ass rape porn. For once the heat seemed off me. Now I know they would all fuck me eventually, but this seemed like a nasty gay incest ass porn primarily. I passed the poppers around. And I encouraged liberal use of the drug because it makes ass sex so much easier. Once my sons appeared high as a kite on those poppers, my nephew turned my sons into gay incest faggots. Some hardcore P shit went down.
Apparently, my nephew never told my brother how much he loved gay incest. But gay fucking incest porn brings us money. My boys just suck it up, take one for the team and help mommy earn some Christmas money. My brother looked disappointed that Justin fucks his cousins.
Perhaps he doesn’t like having a son into faggot incest. The streaming audience loved the real reaction from my brother, however. Shocked and disgusted described the facial expression on my brother. But I made my brother do some poppers. And that seemed to get him out of his disappointed phase enough to try the hot gay anal incest.
Soon my brother started fucking Justin up his ass while my other nephew fucked my sons. I filmed most of this. My place in all this seemed to be observer and filmmaker. Our streaming audience loved this hardcore gay incest. When somebody would come in an asshole, I’d pan the camera to get the cum oozing out of the fuck holes. However, I did have one other job. Lick the cum out of loose assholes. I started with Justin ‘s ass. And I sucked my brother’s cum out of his son’s gaped asshole.
My brother only warmed up my nephew. Now Justin wanted to fuck the shit out of his little cousins’ assholes. And of course I caught it all on film. Just like my brother pumped Justin‘s ass full of cum, my nephew did the same to my boys. We enjoyed a day of streaming gay incest and anal torture sex. Assholes looked battered, and used with cum. It was one big family fucking anal orgy. But I got a portion of the live stream. And that money made all that hardcore anal sex worth it. Maybe not to my boys, but for mommy it paid off.
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 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.
For whatever reason, men look at me and think I’m perfect for killer phone sex. Perhaps it’s because I’m a druggie whore. Or maybe it’s just that I look like the sort of all American soccer mom. But don’t judge a book by its cover. Although I am a soccer mom and a suburban housewife, I harbor dark fantasies and kinky desires.
With the holidays approaching, I need more cocaine than normal to make it through my sons and their friends three wee school break. So, I planned to hoard coke or cash to buy coke with. Instead of 12 days of Christmas, it’s 12 days of Cocaine. Every day for 12 days I’m putting my life on the line with snuff sex men so I can have plenty of cocaine to get through the holidays in the new year.
And I’m already off to a rocky start. On the first day of my Christmas plan, I hooked up with my stepson. Although I consider him family because I helped raise him, he hates me. According to him, I’m nothing more than a gold-digging whore who ruined his family. But I’m OK being the evil stepmom.
Even though his father left his mother long before I ever met him, I let him treat me like shit and blame me. He always seems to have the best cocaine in town. So, I sent him a text and he took the bait.
I showed up at his place last night as instructed prepared for a live streaming session. And I knew it would not go well for me because the holidays intensify his hate towards me. First order of business he required me to strip naked. So, I stood in front of the camera naked and vulnerable.
He put a bunch of oranges in a pillowcase and started hitting me. Fuck who knew oranges could leave such bruises on the body and fucking hurt like that. Then he made his way towards my back and my ass too. He covered me in red welts and bruised my skin almost instantly, but we just started the live stream.
I’m not sure what his drug choice is nowadays but whatever he’s on it gave him superhuman strength. He picked me up like a bowling ball and threw me across the room several times. Each time I landed with a thud it sounded like a bone crushed. Now my face matched the rest of my body. Bruised, red, and swollen. Somehow, my battered, broken body turns my stepson on. And he wanted to fuck me. On camera, of course, for his viewing audience.
I could hear the chimes of his viewing audience as he made me his ass rape porn star in front of them. He rammed his hard cock into my asshole raw. And I felt every inch rip my already damaged asshole. We clearly have a love-hate relationship. Although most times I think it’s mostly hate. But he always gives me great cocaine. I’m battered and bruised and I’m already just one day into my 12 days of Cocaine for Christmas. I hate to see what others have planned for me.
In a weird turn of events, a man requested torture phone sex from this submissive mommy whore. At first, I hesitated. Not really my wheelhouse to be on the dominant side. But I do have a lot of rage inside of me because some of these tormentors of mine have come close to killing me on more than one occasion. Plus, this guy offered me a lot of money for cock and ball torture.
And with the holidays approaching, I’m going to need a lot more Coke than normal, so I decided to do this. I needed the money so I can keep up with my horny sons and all their friends for the three weeks they will be off school. This man explained a well thought out fantasy phone sex scenario involving cock and ball torture from mommy. With the abuse I’ve taken simply because I am a mommy, I channeled that rage and put it right into his balls.
I tied them up for my safety. Because when my rage comes out, it’s hard to stop me. And I didn’t want him to have second thoughts and turn the tables on me. Since I’m normally the one tied up, I know a few things about tying good knots. I had him strapped down to my living room table with his legs spread. And I took my husband’s cane, and I started smacking his balls with it. However, apparently, he enjoyed the pain. I did not think he’d keep an erection, but he did. So, I started smacking the shit out of that worthless cock too.
And boy did I enjoy that. I went back-and-forth between that cane and a flyswatter, smacking his balls and his dick. But then I had a brilliant idea. So, I excused myself to my bedroom and I came out wearing stiletto heels. I got on that table, and I stomped on his balls. I channeled one of those Riverdance girls and I did a little jig on his balls in stiletto heels. Oops. I popped a nut. Flattened it. Deflated it. And he still maintained a fucking hard cock.
Personally, I don’t know how you keep an erection during cock and ball torture sex. But he did. And I thought I was a pain slut. This man appears to be a much bigger pain slut than me. But when I busted his other ball, I deflated his cock. I felt like a champion. I don’t think he wanted his balls literally busted but that’s what he got. He still paid me. What kind of loser pays a woman to kick him in the balls? I don’t care. I’ll take that money, bust those balls and laugh all the way to the bank.
The life of a taboo phone sex whore never seems dull. And that’s because we only look like soccer moms. But we never act like them, at least not in the traditional sense. I go through a lot more cocaine over the holidays than I do any other time of the year.
And that always leads towards poor decision making. Earlier, trying to get cocaine, I found myself on a live auction feed where men planned on selling me to the highest bidder for God knows what. I dodged that bullet, but I came under fire again, two days later.
With my sons inviting so many bonus boys over for the holiday weekend I needed energy to keep up with them. Coke gives mature women the energy they need to keep up with young teenage lovers.
Plus, I had to deal with my sisters-in-law too. And that’s never pleasant for me. After all these years and two sons later, they still think of me as a trashy gold digger. And just for the record I no longer spend my husband ‘s money on cocaine. I earn it the old-fashioned way, even if it puts me in harm’s way.
I met with this drug dealer recently who I try to avoid. He’s one of the biggest producers of snuff porn in my state. But he’s known for paying a woman very well to star in one of his films. The problem is you might end up with a broken bone or two because he likes his films to look real. So, I know it’s always a gamble with him, but I also know he’s legit. Just violent. He appeared happy to see his favorite redheaded soccer mom too. He told me he planned on calling me to make me a sweet deal.
A very rich collector of snuff films reached out to him. He wanted a violent mommy son video where the son explores his rape fantasies for his mommy on film. But he would punch mommy, kick mommy and restrain her while destroying her fuck holes. I’m no stranger to rough sex. And I needed his money because I was starting to lose my energy. Plus, I ran out of Coke the night before. I needed this gig as much as he needed a willing, redheaded soccer mom.
Luckily, the film lasted no more than an hour. But I did not escape unscathed. I did get my cocaine though. A huge bag of it too, but I earned every penny of it. My costar punched me and violently fucked my pussy and ass. This felt like an extreme ass rape porn. Destroyed my butt hole on film with his monster cock and even his fist.
I still have ligature marks around my neck from where he tried to strangle me. I needed to wear a turtleneck, so my husband did not see the marks. He broke a couple of ribs and my nose too. So, I told my husband I fell down the stairs.
I survived, but I look like I met Mike Tyson in the ring. But luckily, I have a big bag of cocaine for all the pain. And I’m a creative liar. I can make my husband believe anything. I’m sure he does not want to know what a truly sick bitch he married. I willingly endured that kind of pain just for a fix. And I will do it again in a couple days too.
Bondage phone sex sluts never shop on Black Friday. We prefer to get high on holidays and any day. I told my husband I needed money to go shopping for Black Friday. But he knows about my cocaine use. He just doesn’t know how much I use. So, he wouldn’t give me any money. He told me I could have his credit cards to shop with, but no cash. And drug dealers don’t take credit cards. Not even nowadays. So, I had to find my money elsewhere.
I answered an ad in a paper looking for a bondage whore. I’ve been tied up plenty of times. So, I figured no big deal right. I showed up at this warehouse where the guy I spoke to on the phone told me to go. Anything down in the docks feels unsafe as well as unsavory. But when I’m desperate for cocaine money, I don’t have much choice.
Two guys greeted me at the door. One of them obscured his face with an executioner’s mask. Seeing him like that, scared the fuck out of me. And with good reason. The guy I talked to was simply the snuff porn director. The one filming it all.
The executioner guy tied me up. He set it up to look like a slave auction. The director filmed it, but it seemed more like a live stream than a snuff flick. The executioner whipped me so hard I could feel blood dripping down my back.
However, I suddenly realized this livestream was not necessarily for viewers to jack off watching. A real bidding war ensued. I tried to play dumb so that I could figure out how to get myself out of this situation. I quickly realized I would not be leaving if I didn’t get creative.
The executioner started whipping me with a variety of objects. All of them made me feel like a slave in the 1400s. And apparently the director wanted to sell me like one too. What the fuck did I get myself into? I acted like I passed out. My threshold for pain increases every year. So, I can handle flesh peeling from my body.
They thought they broke me. And at that moment they cut me down. And I ran like a bat out of hell. Barefoot, bleeding and with ripped clothes. I did not even collect my money because I knew no money existed. I fell for a scam. These men planned on selling me to the highest bidder online for God knows what.
I’m certain I just escaped a snuff phone sex death. Because whoever they sold me to would use me until they grew bored and then they would kill me. Luckily, I left my keys in the car so I could drive home and clean myself up before my husband came home. He never knows how close to death I often get because of my drug habit. But in my defense, if he would just give me money for cocaine, I would not risk my life like I do.
Some women require domination phone sex more than others. And I guess I’m one of those women. At least that’s what these men always tell me. Since Thanksgiving occurs this week, I am forced to see my in-laws. And that means I needed more cocaine.
Since I trade my pussy and ass and even my hands and mouth for coke, I knew I would need to visit a few drug dealers. My holes no longer appear top notch. I am a used up a little soccer mom from the suburbs who can’t command top dollar. So, I can’t just fuck for money. Men put me through hell, but I let them just for a fix. I prefer to go through life high as a kite.
Recently, one of my drug dealers cut me off, forcing me to look for a new source. And I found these two Russian low life mobster type men. I didn’t ask too many questions so I’m not sure what they do outside of the drug world. If I had to guess I would say sex trafficking primarily. But I know nobody wants a used-up mommy whore. I figured they might want to make a gangbang rape porn with me. Live stream and profit off it like my stepson does. But these guys wanted to break me.
They didn’t fuck me. And hindsight, I would’ve preferred that they did. What they did to me involved torturous mind games. Like the kind of torture the military or the CIA on its enemies to get the truth. That psychological torture combined with whipping the flesh off my body broke a bitch who thought she was already broken. But they did that so I would do whatever the fuck they wanted. When I saw Seabiscuit, I got perplexed. What the fuck did they want me to do next.
Even broken, afraid and battered, I knew I did not want to take a ride on a pony. What the fuck was wrong with these people. What the fuck was wrong with me. Oh yeah, that monkey on my back made me literally suck a monster cock. The biggest cock ever. And these two low life Russian mobsters filmed it. This thing felt big and slimy. And the smell made me gag. I felt sorry for this beast. I’m sure he didn’t want to be here anymore than I did.
Once that thing blew a load down my throat and on my face, they forced me to lick up all the chunks of pungent cum. Nasty as fuck. These Russian dudes don’t mess around. At least it didn’t turn into a snuff film when that four-legged creature impaled my pussy. They bent me over a bale of hay. And made it all work. Clearly, they’ve made these sorts of sick films before and hopefully this was my last time going for them for anything. Now I really have sore holes. Probably more gaped than ever before. But we can thank Mr. Ed for the anal torture sex.
