Holiday weekends mean this snuff porn star needs to hustle. I require more coke on weekends, especially a party weekend like July 4th. My boys wanted to have a pool party so that means more boys to keep up with. And I went through my stash that my regular drug dealer gave me on Thursday night pre-gaming. So, I hit up Dave. We go way back. He makes custom content of a violent nature for buyers.
As it turned out, he was gonna call me. He had a client who wanted a red-headed mommy for a violent rape fantasy. So many men want to do bad things to soccer moms. Perhaps, I remind men of the mother who only cock teased them to death. Regardless, I have done my share of content exploring men’s rape phone sex fantasies for mommy. I showed up to the warehouse like instructed. I figured Dave would be my assailant, but that was not the case.
The guy who ordered the custom content wanted to be the star. Once I saw the size of the guy, I panicked. This man looked massive. Like some King Kong version of a man. With some King Kong version of a cock. White man with a massive cock. The kind of cock that destroys pussies and asses. He slapped me when I reached my hand out to introduce myself. Before long, he had me stripped naked and pinned to the bed.
I prayed for a simple rape fantasy. But nothing is ever simple in my life. He got on top of me and almost crushed me. This man could send me to the morgue just from being on top of me. I thought he might crush every bone in my body. Even high this man scared me. When he started fucking me, I felt relived because the full weight of his body was no longer on me. But his cock felt like it could pull my insides out. I prayed he did not want an ass rape porn.
But prayers seem useless. I never get what I want. But I did get the coke. He prolapsed my asshole worse than anyone has, even my stepson because of the sheer girth of his cock. While he fucked my ass, I looked like some sort of cock puppet. For about 6 hours this man brutalized my fuck holes. Super big cock with superhuman strength. I survived the movie. But barely. My asshole will not go back inside my ass. So, I am not sure when I might be able to sit again. Although I got my coke, no way I could have a boy bang with my asshole dangling out my ass like tail.
Most boys have rape phone sex fantasies for their mothers, but they never act on them. However, when they meet me, those same boys decide that I fit their idea of mommy. So, they force fuck me instead. Most of the time, I get myself in trouble all on my own searching for coke or money to buy coke. This time, I minded my own business, and I was not in cahoots with any unsavory characters. Well, I did not think my sons’ teenage friends appeared to be unsavory characters.
My boys wanted a pool party. So, I let them throw one. Each boy invited about 5 boys over. Since I had plenty of blow, I thought I would just hang out in my office, watch porn and talk dirty. But those ten extra boys had other ideas. They wanted to use me to make a gangbang rape porn. I do not know if they saw me as their surrogate mommy or saw me as a whore. It did not matter. They wanted to fuck me. And I had zero say in the matter.
One boy started it all when he barged into my bedroom. The door was closed. He did not knock. But he charged at me like wild animal. When I attempted to assert myself, he smacked my face. So aggressive for his age. My husband was nowhere to be found. I tried to scream, but he held a knife to my throat and told me to be a good whore, or he would slit my throat. Pure evil in his eyes. I did not know him. He was not a staple boy who hangs out with my sons.
I froze in fear. And had no choice but to lie motionless as he forced his teen cock inside my ass and cunt. When I thought he finished, he yelled next, and more boys came to fuck me while he watched and held that knife against my throat. Even my own boys joined in and did nothing to help me. Nada. Nothing. They saw my fear and just hammered their cocks in my ass like they thought I was their personal ass rape porn star.
I let all 10 boys violate me. Plus, my two sons. But when they finished, I did most of my blow to dull the pain. And they went back to the pool like it was nothing. Like I was nothing.
As an ass rape porn star, men always think they can gape my asshole further. They hear that I do a lot of anal porn and want in on the action. But I do not just let anyone fuck my ass. They must trade me coke for hardcore anal sex. I met some college boys recently who like to party. One of them is a dealer. I met them at an adult bookstore last week when I stopped in to get some anal toys.
They caught my eye. And I clearly caught their eyes. They looked at me like they were trying to place me. But I saw the light go on and they started beaming and pointing at me. Turns out they have seen some of my underground gangbang rape porn. Fan boys. However, they do not understand what I have endured to make a few porn movies.
But I saw a chance to party with frat boys. So, I approached them and told them what I would do for coke. They told me to give them a few days. And I did. Last night I hooked up with them. They brought a ton of coke. Clearly, they think I am Scarface. But I let them do whatever they wanted to me. And what they wanted to do to me was gape my ass. They did not even want to fuck me. But I thought I might be able to coax them into that.
Nope. No fucking. But plenty of fisting and foreign objects penetrating my ass. According to the boys, I’m a druggy skank. And they just wanted to use me like the dirty old whore I am. One of the guys brought a speculum with him. He cranked open my ass and they pissed in my ass. Spit too. Then they played beer pong with my ass. Ouch.
They tossed ping pong balls into my ass. And if they didn’t bounce out of my ass, I had to push them out. Those men were too young to enjoy anal torture sex. But I did score some blow. My ass still looks like the grand canyon, but I got my coke.
As a gangbang rape porn star, I have very little say in the matter. I do not get to pick and choose my gang bang members. But usually, it is either black men or random men. This time, it was teen boys. But not the soccer mom sort of gang bangs I am accustomed to. This was a guy’s teenage sons and their friends who needed to fuck up a bitch. And the deal on the table was that I let those boys do whatever they wanted to me, and he would give me some coke.
In my head, I thought, “how hard can this be?” Teen boys rail me often. But these were not regular teenage boys. These boys seemed like monsters in the making. Not only did they have big cocks, but they also appeared to have mommy issues that would not bode well for me. Plus, they were on meth. Teen boys have enough energy. They do not require the extra jolt you get on meth. It turned them into wild animals in heat.
And they went at me like a piece of meat. Turned me into their ass rape porn star. At least 20 boys ravaged me while the guy who propositioned me watched and filmed this violent gang bang. He just laughed as his boy and his friends treated me like a porn star. A rough porn star. They often shoved two or three cocks in a hole at once. And no one had a small cock. Huge cocks rammed up my hole several at a time, gaped my fuck holes like a baseball bat.
My ass prolapsed, and the boys laughed. They never seen that happen. So, they started kicking my prolapse and yanking at it like it was a toy. Some of the boys smacked my face, punched my tits and choked me. I started rethinking this gang bang, but it was too late to stop now. Not sure the men I hang with recognize the words stop, or no. So, I sucked it up. Sucked up the pain and the humiliation. Eventually the violent phone sex gang bang ended. And I got my coke. But I got a sore body, a protruding anus and a lot of bruises too.
Sometimes, I need domination phone sex. As a ginger gal, I get stubborn and unruly. But if you get me high that all leaves my body. However, the problem some men encounter with me is that they refuse to let me get high before they get rough with me. And I need a little bump to play ball and not give a fuck.
When Charlie told me he would give me coke after I made a little snuff flick with him, I asked for some blow upfront. And I explained that I am much easier to manage when fucked up. Anyone is. But he refused. Since I know myself, I feared the snuff sex might get worse since he refused to let me do a bump before the camera started rolling.
Usually, I do a bump before I get myself messed up with men like Charlie. However, I had no coke left. I went through more than normal over the weekend. Tuesday hit, and I was bone dry. So, I pleaded with a few dealers. Only so much coke my used up old holes garner anymore. Generosity only goes so far.
Charlie might not be my favorite dealer to work with, but beggars cannot be choosers, right? I did not like the pose he wanted me in because it felt uncomfortable to me. But I had no choice. I still said something, and he took his belt off and put it around my neck. He put it on the last hole and dragged me around the floor with the belt as I choked and gasped for air. Then he pissed on my face and smacked me hard a few times.
After that, I tried to shut my mouth. And keep my eyes on the bag of coke I would soon receive. He fucked my asshole while choking me too. Men love to choke ass rape porn stars while they choke the life out of them. Although I am used to hardcore anal sex, choking is something few do to me. So, my voice sounds rough today. But I got my coke. And a prolapsed ass and ligature marks too.
As a snuff porn star, I get myself in one bad jam after another. My problem is that I take everyone at their word. Perhaps, my problem has more to do with my love for cocaine, LOL. I want to believe what people tell me because I am desperate for coke. Or the money to buy coke.
With my son I know he gets rough. But he gives me so much coke, and the good shit too, that I never feel it until the coke wears off. And then I just do more coke. But sometimes I answer ads in fetish and kink magazines or work with snuff directors for cash or in exchange for coke. And even though we agree to terms, they rarely adhere to them. But I keep remaining hopeful that one will. Or perhaps that’s just my desperation that is being optimistic.
Leroy and I go back a few years. And I have never had an issue with him. But this week he lit me up and almost ruined me. No safe words honored. No limits adhered to either. And now I can barely walk. I almost became a real snuff sex victim. He sent me to the ER for stitches. I told my husband I fell. I’m such a good actress, he believes every bullshit story I tell him.
I signed up for a hardcore bondage photo shoot. But what I got turned out quite differently. He beat me to a pulp. Punched me in the face repeatedly. Not even my boy does that to me. He knows how valuable my sniffer is. Not sure what got into Leroy. He’s never been this violent with me. But after the last punch put a gash in my head he apologized and told me someone paid him for a violent phone sex session, and I was the only one he could think of who could handle that level of pain.
But I just barely handled that level of pain. Now I have 15 stitches in my head, a broken nose, and a few cracked ribs plus countless bruises. So, I guess I have no “safe,” supplier anymore. And no nose to snort the coke and dull the pain. Not even my son would ruin my sniffer.
My son got me addicted to pink cocaine and now I am an even bigger ass rape porn star for him than I was before. Honestly, I did not think I would survive this last violent makeover, but I did. Even if I survived just barely. This pink cocaine is to die for. However, I am trying not to die. And I know my boy loves me. He just needs me to make money. And I am his cash cow.
I showed up at his place with fishnets covering my spindly legs. A short skirt with no panties so my meat curtains and prolapsed asshole hung down below the skirt’s hemline. Boney hips and pelvic bone on display. As well as my great big tits. I am just his skinny old cash cow. And my body serves as his flesh light, especially my prolapsed asshole. When I arrived, he shoved my head in the pink cocaine and zip tied my prolapsed asshole to get it ready for action.
My ass feels more like his torture sex slave than his Flesh Light. This time I remembered to take my teeth out, but he punched the sides of my face anyway because his 674 streaming viewers enjoy seeing mommy destroyed. When he pulled out his violent fuck bench, I knew I was in trouble. But it does have a built-in shelf to hold the bowl of coke. That proves he loves me. He lined it up to be right under my nose. This way when he rammed his big dick in my tender prolapsed asshole, I could tune in and drop out.
He used rope to bind my legs and my arms to the fuck bench. Added a dental spreader to my mouth enabling him to skull fuck me better. As he went back and forth from skull fucking me to ass fucking me, he punched the sides of my face, the back of my head and my back too. My blowfish lips protruded even more as she pounded the fuck out of my face. I could hear the chimes as he continued to force fuck mommy.
My son punched his mommy head to toe causing my skin to turn various shades of blue, black and purple almost instantly. My big G cups hung over the fuck bench making them easy targets for his rage. When I saw him go for the baseball bat, I knew I was in trouble. Or at least, more trouble. So, I put my head in the vat of coke and braced myself or impact. He swung at both tits with all his might and lopsided my boobs.
He used the bat on my prolapse too like it was a Pinata. But the pink coke kept me numb so my boy could earn some cash. What came next almost killed me. Although I love a plastic bag filled with mommy’s medicine, suffocation phone sex is always a risk. While I attempted to snort coke, I could feel my air disappearing. But I kept snorting the coke like it was a macabre game. In a way, I guess it was.
He forced open my pee hole, my fourth wonder fuck hole. Once he had my urethra on display, he savagely fucked the tiniest hole I have. The chimes got louder and closer together as our fans enjoyed watching me struggle for air while my son fucked my piss hole. Make up smeared all over my face.
Eventually, he tore a hole in the bag so he could go from fucking my urethra to fucking my mouth. But I still struggled to breathe. He punched me some more while choking and fucking me simultaneously. I am his cash cow. I am his mother. And I am his fuck meat. As he pumped his seed into me, I felt myself turning blue and suffocating. But he did not kill me. Not this time at least.
My eldest son, technically my stepson, forces me to make snuff movies with him. Violent, hardcore snuff flicks that seem so real, that most times I think I might die. He’s been blackmailing me for years. My coke habit he supports but I need to really work for it, especially this new pink cocaine that’s so good and strong.
When he calls, I come. Because if I do not, he will tell his father all about the coke I do still. And he will tell his father about every sick and depraved thing I have done to get coke. My husband might stay with me if he thinks I am an addict. But if he knew about the gangbang rape porn I have made in the name of coke, he would leave me and take the boys with him.
So, I am a slave to my stepson. Always will be his slave, his cock sleeve too. Although, I hate being his beck and call whore, I have no choice. Last night, he needed his cash cow to abuse for his live stream. Nonstop abuse. First, he put a mix of oranges and apples in a pillowcase and beat me with them. It is a weird form of torture. You feel the pain. But no bruises on the body. It’s like magic torture.
Because he live streamed this, the invisible bruises did not stay invisible. His fans wanted blood and bruises. So, he gave them what they wanted. My stepson enjoys inflicting torture sex. He swung a baseball bat at my rib cage. Although I heard some bones break, I did not feel them until I woke up this morning when the pink cocaine wore off.
The same bat that cracked a few ribs, prolapsed my asshole too. It is not a live stream party until he forces me to push out my asshole for some abuse and humiliation. And of course he turned my prolapse into his cock sleeve. That’s a given. I feel grateful that he did not have much time to abuse me. Who knows what would have happened if he had longer time. Small blessings, I guess.
My ass is perfect for ass rape porn. At least that’s what men tell me often. I think it has nothing to do with my ass. But more to do with my vulnerability. As a coke whore, men know they can make me do anything for a fix. My reputation as a desperate whore seems solid. Anytime I meet a new man, he knows me from my hardcore anal videos and photos. Men have documented my transformation from a soccer mom to a full-fledged anal coke whore.
Seems like every week, my ass takes more of a beating. Some days, I wonder if my colon will burst or fall out of my body. Yes, my ass takes that much of a beating. Most days, I never realize it is even happening because the coke dulls the pain. And I deal with the aftermath the next day when I feel the full brunt of the violence men like you subjected me too.
Olivier is not a nice man. But I need him. He is sort of my last resort. When I have exhausted all other options, I go to this notorious snuff porn maker for coke. And I get that coke, but my ass pays the ultimate price. Truly it pays. On Monday, I ran out of my generous coke supply that my regular dealer gave me. Holiday weekends, I blow through the blow. And Olivier gave me a nice big bag of coke on Monday to get through rest of the month. But my ass paid the price.
Oliver is a big man. He gets entertained easily. I watched him dip his fist in Vaseline. And I knew I would soon be his anal puppet. He shoved his fist so far up my ass that I felt like a puppet. He swung me around the room like a kite. But sadly, I was not high as a kite. So, I felt it all. When he removed his hand, my ass came out with it. But he just laughed and joked that he could swing me around by my prolapsed asshole.
And he did. I felt like his ass lasso. But eventually, he grew tired of me. And he let me go home to get high. Although I feel numb from the coke, my ass feels everything. No matter how high I get, this taboo phone sex anal whore still feels the brunt of Oliver’s abuse. My ass might be out of commission for a while.
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
