He told me I looked like his next snuff sex doll. This time, I did not need drug money. I answered an ad in this adult online job board looking for a milf nude model. The pay should have been a red flag to me. But I never think until it is too late. That is the story of my life. In the beginning it started like any other nude photo shoot I have done in the past. I wore some sexy lingerie and posed seductively. Eventually, all my clothes left my body.
He wanted me to masturbate for the camera, so I did. But then he rolled out a tray of very large objects that he wanted me to insert inside my cunt and ass. My holes can take a lot of big things, but these items looked unsafe and painful. I gave a hard pass, and that is when I went from nude model to snuff porn star. Some woman came out of no where and restrained me. Although I did try to fight, she overpowered me. Now, I realized I had no control or power over this photo shoot.
This female accomplice looked like she could bench press two of me with one arm. She started inserting one object after another inside my cunt and ass. Some of the items I recall her fucking me with include a candle holder, a baseball bat, a wine bottle, a rolling pin, the handle on a tennis racquet, three ears of corn strapped together, and a large shampoo bottle. No lube. And with each insertion, she got rougher with me. The photographer just snapped pictures with one hand while masturbating with the other hand.
I tried to remain quiet. The last time I said anything, this huge woman came out of nowhere and strapped me down to the bed. Just when I thought she finished, she took all the items and rammed them up my asshole with no lube too. Even for an ass rape porn star that felt like torture. By the time she concluded the torture, my ass appeared prolapsed again. Bloodied and bruised, my body barely crawled off the bed to dress and get the hell out there.
He did pay me a nice sum, but I am not sure I will piss or shit the same way again. But I do know that I will stash the loot for emergency coke money.
Bad babysitter phone sex accomplices enjoy life, especially if they can trade holes for coke. Not my holes, but some little charge I am responsible for. It’s funny, usually I am the one getting used. And although I still get used, the older I get the easier it becomes to lure away little girls and boys for men like you. And my age and status as a mother makes families want to hire me to watch their little ones.
I have this one coke dealer who claims I have no tight holes left. I blame my stepson for that. All the abuse over the years stretched out my cunt and ass. I did not want to tell this dealer that maybe his cock is just too small. If I got sassy, I likely would end up in one of his real snuff movies. So, to get coke from him, I must pose as a babysitter and give him access to something young and tight.
I always feel badly when I let a man fuck such a young girl or boy just so I can get coke. But I need coke more than some little ones need their virginity. I know it sounds so selfish, but a coke whore does what she must for free coke. And if he wanted to fuck a young pussy and ass, I would get it for him. His coke is almost as good as my stepson’s blow.
I had to drug the girl. My cocktails get better every time. A little Benadryl, mixed with some Xanax mixed in warm milk, knocks little ones out so men like you can explore your rape phone sex fantasies. He snuck in through a window I opened to avoid the security cameras. He rag dolled fuck that little girl. She looked limp as he thrust his cock in and out of her tiny holes. He made a bloody mess of her fuck holes. And that left me with a huge mess to clean up.
But I cleaned her up and her bed. Wiped down everything that might have his DNA on it. He has a record, so his fingerprints are on record. However, mine are not. That little girl will wake up with sore, swollen holes, but I will be long gone and high as a kite by then.
I am usually on the wrong side of torture phone sex. But yesterday I had the chance to be a guy’s accomplice. He promised me a huge bag of cocaine if I helped him torture this hot teen slut cock tease. How could I say no? Although I did think it might be a trap to lure me to his dungeon, it turned out to be the truth. He had this cute blonde cheerleader strapped to one of those giant X boards.
According to him, this girl cock teases him, and when he checks her out or gets an erection around her, she extorts him for money. If he does not give her money, she threatens to tell his wife and the cops. It would ruin him. Nowadays a woman can say anything against a man, and almost everyone believes the man is guilty before proven innocent. It’s the new normal. Everyone focuses on the accusation. However, you never hear anything about his exoneration.
If he wanted to make a teen rape porn with this whore, I wanted to help him. Although I did it mostly for the coke, it felt good to put a self-entitled, money grubbing teen whore in her place too. I held her down while he fucked the shit out of her. And I even filmed most of it. She cried and pleaded. She even apologized. And this guy believed her. But as a coke grubbing whore, I knew she would say and do anything to survive.
I told him she could not survive the night. The only way to shut her up would be to bury her 6 feet underground. He looked mortified at the suggestion. So, I made him an offer. I could kill her for him if he gave me a lot more coke and helped me bury her body. I thought about slitting her throat, but that would leave too much DNA in his basement. So, I drugged her. Gave her enough fentanyl to knock out an elephant for a couple hours. We buried the bitch alive. She would die before she even woke up.
Girls like her grow up to be the kind of women that give other women a bad name. I have learned a thing or two being a taboo phone sex whore. Took her miles away and buried her in the woods. Doubt her body will ever be found. I traded a girl’s life for a big bag of coke. And I would do it again in a heartbeat.
This ass rape porn star gets herself into lots of trouble. And I do not seem to ever stop getting myself in trouble. My 9-lives expired 20 lives ago, but somehow, I keep getting lucky. This week has been a blur. I’m not sure how I got into this situation. On Monday, I partied with some guys I know casually. We have partied before, but they never sold me. One moment I am doing lines of coke on a coffee table with three guys. And the next, I wake up in a cage around a different guy.
From what I could piece together, the guys I partied with sold me to this guy so he could fuck me for a week. Perhaps, rent might be a better term. He let me go last night, but he held me in a cage for several days. My family thought I was dead or kidnapped. And I am running out of plausible stories to tell them.
This guy has a dungeon in his basement. And all sorts of BDSM equipment. Looked like a set out of a snuff porn. According to him, he tries to get junkies clean so he can fuck them, and they will feel the pain. A complete sadist. But I said I do coke, but I am no junkie. Semantics to him. Any drug he said makes a person a junkie. Maybe he had a savior complex too.
It took two days for me to shake the coke and the withdrawal. He could get me sober. But I will never stay sober. I am not sure when I have fucked clean before. Likely over a decade ago. And now I know why I need coke to fuck. I’m a boring fuck when sober. Plus, I feel everything. And this sadistic man did more than just fuck me. He whipped me, fisted me and contorted my body into unnatural positions.
I hurt for 24 hours as he abused my body. And when he let me go, he told me I best stay off the coke or he would find me. Who was this guy? He seemed like some Scared Straight counselor with a sadistic phone sex streak. But I rarely listen to what men tell me. I came back home with another concocted story, found my hidden stash of coke, got high and slept for almost 24 hours. I just will never learn. Maybe I need to just party alone.
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.
