Torture phone sex calls leave me battered and bruised sometimes. I do have a strong pain slut fetish. But the older I get, the less tolerant of pain I get too. So, maybe I am not the same pain whore of my younger days. Guys do not care though. Not when you want to trade for coke. Dealers expect more than just pussy from an old girl. They want to make me hurt. Or they want to watch others hurt me. I know. One day, I will not wake up.
Over the weekend, I needed more coke. I blew through my stash on Friday night alone. Perhaps, I could out snort Tommy Montana, LOL. Marcus, my regular guy only had weed. I took all his coke on Thursday. I went to four more dealers looking for a big bag.
On the 4th one, I got lucky. Well, maybe not so lucky. But I got coke. The dealer had some goons tie me up for torture sex. He humiliated me first, so I thought maybe this would not be too awful. Wrong. He did not want to trade my holes. He wanted to punish and torture them.
But he wanted me used and degraded. So, he called in his goons. They tied me up spread eagle. Then they began slapping me. Hard too. Face, tits, ass, pussy…. When they started spitting on me, I knew I picked the wrong dealer. And I pleaded to be let go. I even said I would not need any coke. Just let me go. But their fun had only just begun.
The electric sticks came out next. You know, those shock sticks they use on cattle. But instead of a tap on the ass, I got one shoved up my ass and another one rammed in my cunt. They fucked me with cattle prods. I pissed myself. My entire body shook uncontrollably. When they stopped, they replaced the prods with baseball bats and fists. I never got a cock because they said they did not fuck skanky whores.
My ass looks like an ass rape porn star ass after a big black cock gang bang. Gaped open wide. In fact, it’s still gaped open and sore even two days later. But at least I have coke to get through a couple more days.
I did not sign up for torture sex. But I got it, nonetheless. My husband gave me a grand to fix the car, but instead I bought coke. And not the first time I have misappropriated household funds. But this has not happened in a while. I got better at concealing my blow habit when I could trade my pussy and ass for a bag of coke. But this week, no one would fuck me for blow. My two regular dealers could not be reached, so I went somewhere else. And he gave me a lot of coke.
However, he took all the money, and I could not trade my pussy for car parts. So, I answered an ad for a bondage phone sex whore for a photo shoot. The pay was a grand. Just what I needed. And this photo shoot seemed vanilla. I love vanilla after all the abuse I take on and off the phone. But I should have known it was too good to be true. Nothing vanilla or easy ever happens to me.
While tied up to a chair, this woman tortured me. A male director, and a female mistress. Women can be the cruelest bitches around. Sometimes, the director joined in inflicting pain, but most of my bodily trauma came from some younger bitch. She poked me with a hot iron fireplace poker. And that was a first. I am going to have a scar that I must explain. Electric shocks all over my body came next. I jolted so much my pissed all over the floor.
It felt like the kind of torture phone sex that could kill a person. Cigarette burns on my nipples came last. Can you imagine smelling your own burning flesh? Finally, it ended. And I did get my money to pay for the car fixtures. But not even a $1,000 in coke would dull my pain.
My son has more than rape phone sex fantasies for mommy. He has real-life experience because I am his cash cow. He gives me coke and I let him violate me for his streaming audience. But he loves me. When I showed up at his place, I sported a half top that said, “I Have No Tits.” But the shirt seemed ironic because my boy paid for me to get massive boobs years ago. I sported big lips too thanks to Botox. Around my neck, I wore a choker necklace that said, “MILF” in rhinestones.
My son had a big bag of coke for me. As I crawled to the bowl of coke, I showed off my fuck holes and my prolapsed asshole. It pops out easier than my teeth do. As I crawled toward the coke, my boy kicked me hard many times. But that just brought in the tips. He even shoved his foot down on my back, forcing me to struggle to stay on all fours while I crawled. A few kicks to my pussy, swelled up my mound too. But my son loves violent phone sex because it brings in the tips.
Once I got to the coffee table with the bag of coke, he shoved my face into the bag and started to pump my prolapse as I snorted. Punched my pussy while he did it. He enjoys making me his fuck puppet. Eventually, he went elbow deep in my ass and lifted me in the air just to bounce me off the walls. Tied up my tits with rope until they turned purple while I recovered from the head banging on the walls. Since I have such huge tits, he pulled them around my back and zip tied them together. But I felt that pain coked up.
My ass felt like it hung out of my ass even further after his elbow, but my boy disagreed. So, he put some coke on my prolapse and put a suction tube over it to pump it up and stretch it out further. While my ass pumped up, he explored some suffocation phone sex fun. The plastic bag with the coke still in it went over my head. At least when I struggled for air, I got even higher. While struggling to breathe, my prolapse became his cock sleeve again.
The chimes poured in because his viewers love to watch my skinny, fucked up ass get some much needed protein. Cum in my belly, cum on my face and cum in my cunt fed me well. He got tired of my prolapse after a bit. And that’s when he turned his focus to my pee hole. Or has he referred to it, “My fourth hole.”
Even as high as I was, I could feel him pissing into my pee hole. He knocked my teeth out because we both forgot they were in. And somehow, he turned me upside down and skull fucked me. It was easier to do with my tits pulled around back and out of the way.
It felt like he fucked me forever. He even shoved his cock and balls in my ass at once. I gagged and sputtered, but eventually passed out because he smothered me with his cock and balls. So, he threw me across the room to wake me back up. And the feeling of my bones crushing did the trick. By this time, I could only see stars. Plus, I could barely talk or walk. But he treated my body like a shot put a few more times until I collapsed on the floor.
I had hoped he was done with me, but did not appear to be yet. He picked me up like a bowling bar with a finger in my prolapse and one in my cunt. As he lifted me off the floor, I feared he would toss me across the room again. But instead of that, he smashed my face in the coke one more time. However, he did engage eventually in a game of MILF Toss. The chimes poured in again as he threw me 3 feet across the room.
As I laid curled up in a ball on the floor, he fucked my prolapsed asshole one more time. But he saved his cum and piss for my mouth since I am his sperm bank. He raked in the money from the live stream. And I raked in the coke. So, I got batter and bruised severely. That’s nothing some ice and primo coke cannot fix.
Bondage phone sex leaves a woman like me vulnerable. Any woman vulnerable. It is just the way it is because if tied tightly you cannot escape. You cannot even struggle. And I know this. Yet, I still agree to bondage shoots. Why? Because I need money to fuel my coke habit. My stepson gets very brutal with me, so sometimes I supplement. But that’s our secret, okay?
I responded to an ad in a fetish magazine looking for milf rope bunnies. Although, I do not have a master in my life, in the past men did tie me up. And of course, drug dealers tie me up a lot too. So, I applied for the job and lied about how much I love bondage. I do not mind bondage, but the only thing I love more than my family is coke. Snuff porn pays more than bondage porn, but it is easier on my body. Or so I thought.
When I arrived for my photo shoot, the director treated me like a side of beef from the get-go. His goons tied me up and whipped out their dicks. I stepped into a porn not a bondage shoot. However, I did not know what kind of porn initially. I mean this could have turned into a snuff flick. Or even some violent gang bang. But it ended up more like a humiliation porn.
They dick slapped me first. But they followed up by pissing in my face and calling me all sorts of degrading things. The director told me to smile. Smile while guys dick slap me and piss in my face for hours? Eventually, this turned into an ass rape porn. But they violated my ass with objects and a speculum before I got the cocks. They enjoyed pissing in my gaped hole too. Nothing I could do. I was all tied up with nowhere to go.
Eventually my little humiliation photo shoot ended, and I got my dough and fled to the nearest dealer.
This Halloween I am going as an ass rape porn star. Oh, wait that’s not very original. I am a hardcore anal whore every day of the year. Holidays require more coke. Halloween does not stress me out like the big holidays, but I still need coke to deal with all the bitchy soccer moms who come to my house with their brats. Coke makes everything better. However, I needed more than Marcus had. He tells me I could out snort Pablo Escobar. Been doing coke since a teenager thanks to my mother.
So, I had to look for alternative dealers. I keep a list. And I have them in order of who will do the least amount of damage to me. And the top three never returned my texts which means they didn’t have product, or they did not want to trade me for it. However, the fourth one on the list is this lesbian dealer. She can be cool. But sometimes, she can be brutal. I think it depends on the time of the month. I could star in a snuff porn with her, or just get my ass abused for hours. She has a ass fetish.
She agreed to help me. But for a price of course. I had to let her violate my ass. Not the first time. I’ve made some hardcore lesbian anal porn with her in the past for coke. One was a cheerleader hazing themed porn that went over big with her streaming audience. This time, less people were involved, but more brutal. She wanted a medical fetish themed porn. I have had speculums in my cunt. But my ass? I think that might have been a first. She lubed the speculum up with icy hot. Then she panned to a close up of my face to see the tears. That shit burns like hell.
While she gaped my asshole, she put all sorts of things in my gapped asshole. And things that should not be in an ass like knives. She told me to be still because one little jump and she might stab my asshole. Yeah, that scared me. My ass has seen a lot of violence, but a knife in it is not something I have experienced. Clearly, she likes medical fetish phone sex fun. But she tortured my ass for hours And I did get some nicks to my prolapse. But I got enough coke to dull it all. Thank goodness. But I did move her further down the list of surrogate drug dealers.
Roleplay phone sex heats up around Halloween. Men love to violate a drunk whore dressed up slutty. Or at least sluttier than other days. Although I am a druggy whore, I am a soccer mom too. So, most of the time I dress down. Not frumpy, just not slutty either. But at home or at bars near Halloween, I dress sexy. If I am going to trade my fuck holes for some coke, I cannot look like I am going to a job interview.
Perhaps, it would be fair to say that I have a latex fetish. I love the feel of it on my body. Next to my skin it just feels so hot. Now that the weather has cooled off, I can wear latex wherever I want. Well, more like whenever I want. I still need to keep face that I am a normal suburban housewife and mother, at least at home.
I often sneak out of the house after my husband and sons fall asleep. There is a little dive bar, I can walk to from my house. Local men. Working class bar. Mostly skilled laborers like concrete layers, plumbers and electric men. Rarely see a woman in there. Most women fear if they enter this bar, they may become an ass rape porn star on the pool table. However, I am not most women. I am a druggy whore.
So, when I go into that bar, the men all know why. They get me drunk and use me like a public disgrace, even dressed as a sexy latex clad nurse. But I never mind. Even if I am passed out drunk, the men in that bar know that they can still use me if they give me some coke or weed. Most of those guys know how to score good coke too. The old-school coke.
And last night they turned me into a gangbang rape porn star on the pool table. In my latex dress that they pushed up over my waist I bent over the pool table and took cock after cock. Old cock, young cock, black cock, white cock…they all used me as a cum receptacle. Even the bartender got in on the action. No condoms. No lube either.
But a whore must do what a whore must do for coke. I left the bar drunk, and with a prolapsed asshole and cum running down my legs. Good thing my family was asleep when I stumbled back home. Or I would have needed to concoct another elaborate story.
Bloody phone sex seems appropriate for this time of year. But I do not like to get bloody. At least not my nose. That’s my sniffer. If you want to abuse me until my body looks like raw hamburger meat, please spare my nose. The only way I can endure that kind of pain is if I am high. My son understands that. But other men have not read the memo yet.
I get myself in one jam after another it seems. Nonstop trouble. I’m fresh off a kidnapping. Still have the rope burns on my hands and ankles. But I needed coke. Usually, my son gives it too me, but it’s been over a week since I saw him. And my back up dealer, Marcus, went out of town. It’s such a crap shoot when I need to find a substitute dealer. My son and Marcus never punch my sniffer. They like me high. But some random dealer often wants me to suffer. One of these days my coke habit will put me in a real snuff porn.
I learned about Ted from another druggy soccer mom. She pops Oxy like breath mints. And her dealer has any drug imaginable. So, I went with her to meet him. However, he got super angry that she brought me to him. He punched her so hard he knocked her out. As she lay bleeding on the ground passed out, he kicked her awake. She tried to apologize and tell him I could be trusted, but he choked her to death right in front of me.
And I never watched someone I know die in front of my eyes. I peed my panties from fear. Honestly, scared the crap out of me. At least with my son, I know I will live because I am his cash cow. But this random dealer looked like he wanted to kill me too. He picked me up with his hand around my throat and pinned me to the wall like a bug. He did not kill me though. However, he made me wish I was dead.
He punched my face repeatedly until my nose gushed blood. And he fisted my cunt until that prolapsed too. I had no idea my womb could come out. When he stopped hurting me, he gave me some coke. And a warning to never tell another sole about him. No way would I. I do not even want to see him again. His brand of snuff sex proved too much for this soccer mom pain slut.
My kidnapping phone sex nightmare began when my car broke down on an old side road, I took to bypass road work. I traveled to get some coke, and I knew if I told my husband I was stuck in traffic he would know where I was and guess why I was on that side of town. Small city and I traveled to the big city nearby for coke. So, I thought the old road would be quicker and I would return home before it got too late, and everyone wondered where I was.
But that plan went awry when I got a flat tire. And I do not know how to put a spare tire on. So, I started walking. And as I walked it got darker and darker and more desolate too. I did not know when I might find a gas station so when a car finally passed me, I flagged it down. Nice older man said he would give me a lift to the nearest gas station. By this time my cell had died because it kept searching for a signal.
The man did not take me to a gas station. And suddenly I feared this would turn into a snuff porn. He told me the gas stations would be closed but I could charge my phone at his place to call my husband or AAA. By this time, I felt nervous. But I had nowhere to go and no clue where I was either. So, I prayed he was just a nice old man. However, I should have known better. I never meet nice old men.
When I entered his house surrounded by a corn field in the middle of nowhere, I saw a bunch of younger guys. Likely ranging from 25-45. Naked and snorting lines. The old man pushed me into the middle of them and they pounced on me quickly. Ripped my clothes off, tied me up and started fucking me. The old man filmed it all. He told me I would make an excellent gangbang rape porn star. Little did he know I have made a few already. But this was different. I never saw this coming. And I was not willing.
For hours these men force fucked my holes on a cold stone floor. Some of them pissed on me. Others chose to shock me with cattle prods. And yet others decided to kick, hit, slap, bite and choke me. I never went home that night. I did not leave that hellhole until three days later. My clothes tattered and my body bruised and bleeding.
By the time I made it to a gas station to call for help, my family had already reported me missing. The police had found my car abandoned and were searching for me. So, I had to concoct a story of being drugged and not remembering much otherwise I would have to explain why I was out in the middle of nowhere in the first place.
Women like me prefer to watch snuff movies then star in them. However, women like me never have a say in the matter. And when I say women like me, I mean druggy, subby whores. When I need a fix, I subject myself to relentless torture. Just ask my son what a stupid cunt I am when it comes to coke.
I have a fellow soccer mom who appears hooked on Oxy pills. Hurt her back last year in a car accident. And ever since they prescribed her Oxy, she wants more. But all the doctors cut her off. I took her to see this dealer I know. In the past, I used to frequent him often. However, I had no intention of being this guy’s druggy gangbang rape porn star. But, when he saw me again, he told us that the only way for her to score free oxy would be to make a homemade movie together.
And in a dumb cunt moment, I thought he meant he just wanted to see us play together. Two soccer moms getting it on together can be very hot for plenty of men. But he meant we should make a movie with him and his 12 pals. When I tried to leave saying, for once, this was not about me needing coke, he grabbed a fist full of my fiery red hair and tossed me to the floor. Another guy did the same to my friend. Before we could try to get up, a gang of horny, aggressive men pinned us down.
They ripped our clothes off and started fucking us. All holes got stuffed, sometimes double and triple stuffed. Burly, heavy, hairy men just grunted and thrust their dicks inside our fuck holes until none of them could cum anymore. However, they did not seem done with us yet. They pissed down our throats, choked us, slapped us and made us eat their dirty, hairy shit holes. Gag. But druggy taboo phone sex whores rarely remain in control of their lives.
My friend got the Oxy she needed. And I got some coke for my troubles. So, I guess the torture was not all for nothing.
One of these days, my son will make me a snuff porn star. He gets so violent with me that I think one day I will just have one too many concussions or broken bones. He found out I went to someone else for my cocaine. And that made him livid. He wanted to punish me even more than he usually does. The first order of business, he wanted to make me look like more of a bimbo for his streaming audience. And that involved injections in my lips, so I looked like a blowfish. Hoop earrings and heavy makeup. Plus, skimpy clothing and high heels.
Mother, wife and whore. That’s what I am. And he wants to tattoo that on my lower back. When I am his whore for the camera, all I care about is the coke. And he always has a huge bowl of coke for me to bury my face in while he gives me more torture sex than any other women could handle. I am a tough old broad. I am his fucktard for life. And I never mind if I get the coke. Sticks and stones may break my bones, but coke heals it.
After I looked like a good bimbo, I showed off my drooping meat curtains. I was itching to get to that coke bowel, and he knew it. So, he let me crawl to the bowl, while exposing my long cunt lips, my prolapsed asshole and skinny bird legs. My boy appeared itching to force fuck his mommy whore. I snorted 2 lines of coke off his cock. But then he wanted me to push out my prolapsed asshole even more. It goes out about 4 inches now. But my son puts a pump on it to make it even bigger. His viewers tipped a lot for that.
As I snorted coke, he lubed my shit pipe up with Icy Hot. But I barely felt a tinge because I was so high. He held my powdered face up for the camera and punched my teeth out. I forgot to take them out again. With every blow to my jaw and cheeks, the chimes of men tipping became deafening. He then pushed my face in the bowl of coke until I almost passed out from lack of oxygen. Eventually, he let me up for air and put coke on my shit pipe. Punched my bad implants too. Again, his audience went crazy watching him abuse his mommy.
He started to pile drive my prolapsed asshole. But he put a bag over my head while he made me his ass rape porn star yet again. My asshole that hangs on the outside became his cock sleeve. My make up ran down my face from the tears turning me into a raccoon. As he pounded my prolapse, he donkey punched me. Every inch of my body, he hit. But he did not harm my nose so I could continue to snort coke. The coke appeared just out of reach as I struggled to breath because of the plastic bag over my head.
He punched me in the back of the head, knocking me out. When I woke up, I gasped for air because I could breathe again. He let me snort some more coke before he shoved his entire cock and balls in my mouth smothering me again. I began to choke. Dings of tips poured in. He eventually turned his attention to my cunt. Since he still had his cock and balls in my mouth, he put his fist up my cunt contorting my body. And enabling him to punch me with his other fist. My broken body hurt so much. But he let me do more coke to dull the pain.
Eventually, he stopped gagging and fisting me. He slapped a dog collar around my neck and swung me around until I hit the walls and the floor. Just fuck meat, he told me. When he started punching me again, I heard ribs crack. And his audience loved that. I bobbed up and down from the coke bowl while he broke my ribs concaving my skinny body even more. Bu the coke dulled the pain thankfully.
He tied me to a bench so he could violently fuck my cunt, my prolapse and my pee hole. To him, I am a four-hole wonder. He might as well tattoo “My Son’s Whore,” on my body. No truer statement. When he finished fucking all my holes, he swung me around like a rag doll again. While I laid on the floor broken and dizzy, he kicked my fun bags. But he let me snort some coke before he bounced my head on the floor like it was a basketball.
While he did that, he fucked my pee hole again and pissed inside my bladder. Punched my face too. More chimes rolled in. I have four cunt holes for his amusement. He saved his cum for my mouth. Pinched my nose, forcing me to swallow it all. My body is so battered and bruised I had to take a couple days off from working. I know now never to get my coke elsewhere.
