Women like me crave domination phone sex. I am submissive. Guys like me to be in the driver’s seat sometimes, or the accomplice, but I am better at being the whore. Just a druggy stupid whore who trades her fuck holes and dignity for coke or money to get coke. Recently, I met Jeff at a dive bar. He hired me to be his accomplice in exchange for coke money. But he wanted my help doing something only a woman could help with. And that involved kidnaping a young schoolgirl.
I have sons, not daughters. So, I did not feel bad about what he wanted me to do for him. Its just not my personality to be mean to others. But when he threatened to not give me any coke, I knew I had to go through with what he wanted me to do. Sorry, but coke is more important to me than some young girl.
Although I did feel guilty, I led her away and straight to him. And I thought my job was done. However, it had only just begun. He wanted me to eat her bald cunt and asshole. But I do not have rape phone sex fantasies for young girls I told him. And he smacked me and told me again that he did not need to give me any coke. So, I got on my knees and ate her pussy. I pinched her nipples too, making her cry. She called me a mean old lady, and I wanted to cry. Told you I am not a good female accomplice or dominant woman.
This guy got off on hurting the girl but making me uncomfortable too. But he told me to do more and more things to do to her, which I did. But I did not enjoy it. I popped her cherry with my fist. She cried and cried and cried. And I almost did too. Finally, he stopped after I fisted her ass. Well, he stopped making me do things to her like his macabre puppet. But he made me watch him destroy her holes further and film it. I felt like his taboo phone sex victim too.
But I did as he told me, got my coke and ran fast away from him. Once I got home, I did several lines and tried to forget what he made me do for that coke.
Girls Who Need Domination Phone Sex Do Not Make Great Accomplices
I have violent phone sex fantasies. Many women do. However, not all of them admit it. Perhaps, it is not considered PC in the Me Too era to admit to home invasion or rape fantasies. Fuck that Me Too movement. I am a proud submissive slut. My family remains clueless about just how submissive I am.
But they also remain clueless about a lot of things like my coke habit. I make Pablo Escobar look like an amateur, LOL. Sometimes, my family thinks I am out with girlfriends, when really, I am partying with some fellow coke heads or dealers. And last night, I told my husband I had plans with my BFF to see a movie and go to dinner.
However, instead I hung out with Todd. He’s this drug dealer I met awhile ago. He loves to party with me. But he enjoys fucking me roughly even more. I never mind being his ass rape porn star because he gives me the best coke. Although he likes to be violent, he never leaves bruises on my face so my husband would see. Last night he got violent. He had a bad day at work, and he needed someone to take it out on. And I was more than willing to let him destroy my ass for coke.
Honestly, if you promise me coke, I will let you do anything to me, even get violent like Todd. He enjoys roleplays. So, we did a home invasion roleplay last night. A masked intruder broke into my home as I slept. But I woke up when a steel cold knife pressed up against my throat. Although I tried to scream, he put his hand over my mouth and made it clear that he would kill me if I made a peep.
Then he proceeded to choke me, slap me, and explore his rape phone sex fantasies for a red headed whore. And he got so into it that he strangled me with a pair of pantyhose. That made me pass out. But he slapped me awake. When I did, my eyes appeared bloodshot, and I had ligature marks around my neck. But I would need to hide that with a scarf. No way I could explain that away.
He gave me some more rough anal before he sent me home with coke. Enough to dull the pain. And enough to make the risk worth it too.
When I get to be someone’s accomplice phone sex partner, I jump for joy. Why? That means the focus is not on me for once. I met Carl months ago while out partying. Although he is not a dealer, he does have connections. We hooked up, fucked and did lines of coke a few times. When he texted me last night, I thought he wanted to party. Well, he did, but he stipulated a condition before he would share his coke. Most of my dealers will no longer trade my used-up holes for coke anymore.
But some guys still like to party and engage in rough sex, especially rough anal sex with this well-known party ass rape porn whore. So, I do what I need to do to stay coked up. My friend wanted me to bring him a young teen girl to fuck. He wanted her with no hair on her cunt and barely any tits yet. And I knew just the girl. My youngest son’s little girlfriend. I know that makes me sound like a bad mommy, but I do not like this little bitch.
Although I know I sound jealous, she is a snob. Plus, she is rude to me and treats my son more like her personal slave than her boyfriend. So, if he wanted to force fuck a teen girl in order to provide me with some coke, consider it done. I used my son’s phone to lure her to Carl’s place. She did not seem happy to see me. And she did not like seeing Carl naked with his big cock hanging out ready to pounce on her.
As he grabbed the whore, I injected some morphine into her arm. That would erase her memory. Carl explored his rape phone sex fantasies with the little bitch. I expected her to be a virgin since she does not give up much to my son. But the little whore’s cherry got popped before Carl could destroy her cunt. He did not care though. A young teen cunt is a young teen cunt.
He fucked that little bitch up. And I swear, it felt cathartic for me to assist. The bitch is no good for my precious baby boy. She fucks other guys and uses my son. So, I had no problem helping Carl force fuck her. We dumped her body in a field. She will not remember a thing. But she will know someone fucked her. I only cared about Carl’s coke. Not that stuck-up little cunt. Carl got to fuck a young teen cunt. And I got to party with Carl. So, the only loser of the night was my youngest son’s bitchy teen girlfriend.
Being a bad babysitter phone sex slut, I find enjoyable. If I had daughters, I know I would pimp them out for drug money. My mom traded my holes a few times for coke in the 90s. But alas, I only have two sons. So, what I do is babysit for families with young daughters that I know my accomplice will like. There are a few men who will either get me coke or give me money to buy coke if I find them a young girl to fuck.
Sometimes, I struggle to find any babysitting gigs that work with what my guy wants. And that is when I get desperate. Jim wanted a little ginger girl. One that could look like my young daughter. After searching for two days for a babysitting gig for a little red-headed bitch, I decided to grab one from the playground. Now that the weather warmed up, I see little shorties playing outside all the time.
As a mom, young girls usually believe whatever bullshit line I feed them. I found this cute girl that fit his needs. Even though I knew she would be his ass rape porn star, better her than me. I lured her to his place telling her that her mother wanted me to take her to my place for a play date with my son. The girl still did not seem afraid when she met a naked grown man and not a clothed little boy.
However, when he grabbed her arm, she screamed. I slapped her face to shut her up and forced her to drink a laced lemonade. She passed out, and Jim fucked every one of her holes. Mouth, pussy and ass. He loved that tight little cunnie and her even tighter asshole. And he really fucked her up. Destroyed her cunt and ass. Both looked like raw hamburger meat by the time he came. But I did not feel bad helping him with his rape phone sex fantasies. I needed coke for the weekend.
Not sure what he did with her after I left. He wanted to play with her some more when he caught his breath. I doubt she survived the weekend. Not the way he fucked her. I got high and put that little ginger girl out of my mind.
People sometimes recognize me from gangbang rape porn. Although I do try to keep a low profile, it never works. When you are a soccer mom hanging out with snuff directors and drug dealers, some one has seen your dirty underground movies. Over the weekend, I visited an adult bookstore. Perhaps, I just felt horny and needed to suck some dick. Women use glory holes too.
But when I walked in, a group of seedy looking men were making their way back to the glory holes. They saw me and stopped in their tracks. They looked at me like a piece of meat. And I guess they recognized me from some movies I have done, snuff movies. And they jumped me like hungry vultures.
Before I could run, they had me pinned against the wall and they began tearing off my clothes. I screamed, but not even the clerk at the front desk wanted to lift a finger to help me. When I screamed again, one of the guys stuffed my panties into my mouth, muffling my sounds. They seemed strong too. They could hold me in the air and pen me against the wall like a bug.
Hands groped my body. And hands went inside of me too. I felt a fist in my ass. And a fist in my cunt. Some of the guys throat choked me with their cocks. Others strangled and choked me. While others fisted me. I suddenly realized they were filming me too. Making a home-made snuff flick. After a while, I had no fight left in me. I just laid there like a dead fish while these random strangers destroyed my holes and my body.
They knew me, but I had no clue who they were. But they lived out their rape phone sex fantasies with me in the dirty bookstore. I will not piss or shit the same for weeks. And I will never go into that bookstore again.
Once an ass rape porn star, always one. That’s what happens when you earn the nickname Little Anal Annie. Some director called me that over a decade ago because of my red hair and my love for extreme anal play. But it is not that I enjoy getting my ass destroyed by rough sex or that I enjoy a huge ass gape. However, it is my only bargaining chip when I need coke. No one gives me coke for free. And I never have money to buy coke unless I do rough anal videos or snuff films.
So, my asshole will keep on taking a huge beating. But such is the life of a coke whore, I guess. My husband never liked anal sex, so he never sees the condition of my asshole when we fuck. He is a vanilla guy. However, I am a nasty freak and a coke head. Friday night, desperate for coke, I went down to the docks.
The warehouse district is mostly abandoned buildings used as flop houses and porn studios. But not the vanilla kind. More like snuff movies. But down in the seedy part of town is where I do nasty things to get coke. Like one stop shopping. I do something to get money for coke, then walk or crawl to the next building to score coke.
However, Friday night the drug dealer wanted to make a homemade film with me in exchange for coke. He likes to film him and his friends obliterating the holes of soccer moms for profit. Sort of his version of Girls Gone Wild. More like Soccer Moms Gone Wild. He let me get high first saying I would need it. And I did need it. Him and his friends wanted to see how many cocks at once they could get in my ass. Plus, they wanted to see how many fists they could shove up my ass at once too. I felt like a sock puppet.
This went from hardcore anal sex to gangbang rape porn quickly. But I endured the pain and disfigurement of my asshole once again for coke. They did a number on my asshole too. Just when I think no one can destroy my ass more, some seedy porn director says, “Hold my beer.”
Bondage phone sex keeps me hanging around. Sometimes, when I need cash, I answer bondage or other BDSM ads for models. Most of them involve extreme bondage and even rough sex. However, some seem like pure torture. And that unfortunately turned out to be the case Saturday night. I needed cash to score coke. But none of my dealers had product or they refused to trade my old, loose holes for a bag. So, I answered some ads on the dark net.
If I can survive what my stepson does to me, I could survive another extreme bondage shoot, I told myself. And I believed it would not be that bad. But it was that bad. At first, it seemed like any other bondage photo shoot I have done in the past. But when he tied me up and hoisted me up in the air, I knew this shoot would be different. Maybe more extreme torture sex than any prior shoots before.
I felt like a marionette puppet in the air with my legs and arms suspended and tethered together with my pussy and ass spread wide. Easy access to my pussy and ass always worries me. The photographer used a taser gun like a dildo on my pussy and ass. Every time he zapped the inside of either hole, I pissed the floor. When he had two taser guns, he used them simultaneously on my pussy and ass causing me to shake uncontrollably. And piss more too.
He zapped me so many times I could smell my flesh burning. However, this was not the end. He invited about 20 guys to all tase me at the same time. And this sent me into extreme convulsions. You would have thought that I had a seizure. But it was just extreme torture phone sex. Eventually, he cut me down. I fell into my puddle of piss. The sadist photographer made me lick up all my piss from the concrete floor while he fucked my ass.
Just when I though he was done, he invited his accomplices to use me like a gang bang whore while I was on all fours licking up my piss. I barely crawled home. But it was worth it because I made enough cash to buy some good coke.
For my son, I am always an ass rape porn star. He is the reason my asshole prolapses so easily. But I never mind because his coke is free and primo too. Well, maybe not free. It does cost me physically. I never leave his place unscathed. But he needs me. I am his cash cow. We live stream our sessions and that’s how he affords nice things like pink cocaine for his old mommy,
When I arrived at his place the other night, I had on a plaid mini skirt, chunky heels, frilly white lace socks and a tight white crop top. The skirt appeared too short, and my meat curtains hung down. The top fit so tightly that my boob scars showed. But that is just how he likes me. My freshly Botoxed face, overly tanned body and clown makeup completed the skanky look he adores.
I looked into the camera and begged him to beat me beautiful. Although I am his punching bag, he lets me get high first. I buried my head in the bowl of pink cocaine as he explored my body deciding which hole to fuck first. My only tight hole is my pee hole. I hate that. But the coke dulls the pain. At least in the moment it does. My bladder is his toilet. As he fucked my urethra, he filled me with his piss. Once he peed inside me, he pushed my face back in the coke so I would not feel the sting of the snuff sex that was to come next.
Of course, I forgot to take my dentures out and that cost me a black eye and purple jaw. Once he rammed his cock down my throat, his balls smothered me. He punched my tits and bruised my esophagus too. As I choked on his cock, he made me push out my prolapse so he could ziptie it. That turns my shit pipe into his cock sleeve instantly. I kept snorting coke as he fucked my prolapse and continued to choke me.
Somehow, he contorted my frail, brittle body like a pretzel so he could better ram my holes for his 690 viewers. He oscillated between fucking my prolapse and picking me up like a bowling bar and slamming my body into the sheet rock. Good thing I am hardheaded. The more violent he gets, the more money he makes. And at my expense. But like I said, he loves me, or he wouldn’t coke me up first to dull the pain.
He split my head open. I felt concussed and I started bleeding. According to him, he just made me more of a dumbtard. He left me hanging in the wall like a piece of art. But he surprised me for with 12 of my biggest fans. They came to fuck me while my body hung from the wall. A gangbang rape porn occurred next. Those men paid to fuck me. I got triple penetrated, fisted, choked, skull fucked and punched everywhere. But I was comfortably numb thanks to his pink coke.
My son punched my head so hard that it shoved me through the wall and into the bowl of coke. He laughed at me as I fell on the floor with a thud. I looked like a raccoon with makeup smeared all over my face. My eyes appeared very swollen as I almost couldn’t see a thing. My fan boys gathered around with their cocks erect again watching him pull my tits between my knees and zip tie them too. And they started turning purple quickly.
When the plastic bag went over my head, I knew I was in trouble. But he did put some coke in the bag for me. Him and the fanboys ravaged my pussy, ass and pee hole while I struggled to snort and breathe. They continued to beat me too. Almost every inch of my body turned a different color than white. As I began to suffocate, they just continued to punch me and choke me.
But according to my boy, mommy looks sexiest covered in bruises. As they fucked my urethra, they punched my back so hard that I knew I would be pissing blood for days. The more they punched me, the faster the money rolled in. They punched me beautiful.
As I was about to pass out, my boy tore a hole in the bag so they could drown me in jizz. I puked in the bag, and I had to clean it up. For hours, they force fucked all 4 of my holes. They continued to beat me and use my head and body like a battering ram. And they continued to contort my body in unnatural positions that popped my limbs out of their sockets. Ouch.
Once they finished with me, my boy showed off my cum covered, battered body to the 690 viewers who watched. And more chimes came in. They clearly loved watching a son beat his mommy beautiful.
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.
