I audition for snuff movies when I need money desperately. And I ran out of the coke my regular dealer gave me. Plus, I ran out of the pink cocaine my stepson gave me too. I worked hard for both bags of coke. But I am a coke fiend. It’s how I survive. And it is how I thrive.
So, I answered an ad on the dark net for a private snuff film. When I called the number, he explained what he wanted. He needed a woman who could handle hardcore anal sex. I’m an anal whore. Men have been fucking my ass for decades. And most of the time fucking my ass harder than any ass rape porn star. I went to his house last night even though I knew it might be risky. Desperate women do dumb things.
When I Googled the address, I saw he lived in a swank neighborhood. That was a first. Most of the time, I am answering ads that send me to the seediest parts of town. But this guy did not work for a studio. This would be a private flick for his own personal pleasure. Once we talked about money and had some wine to loosen me up, he made me strip in front of him. Huge cock. He stroked as I teased him.
For a moment, I thought this might not be too bad. Wrong. He brought out whips and chains. I thought he would use the chains to restrain me. But another first. He fucked me with the chains. Big heavy chains folks use to keep people out of gates and buildings. No lube. He just shoved the chain in my ass and laughed that it was just like Be Wa Balls. Nope. Not even close.
After torturing my ass with that chain, he shoved his cock in my ass. But the chain stayed in my ass. It felt like I had two huge cocks in my ass at once. After he came, I thought we finished his homemade snuff sex video. But he wanted to humiliate me too. I had to lick those chains clean and his cock too. I was not high enough to lick my ass juice off some thick dirty chain. But I had no choice. I needed the coke.
I am a glutton for torture sex punishment. I’m just lucky I did not die. One of these days, I will run out of my 9 lives. I paid a visit to this dealer I know. Not my black dealer, but a friend of his. I figured I would polish his big black knob too, let him rough me up a bit and leave with some coke. However, after I let him ass fuck me with his big fat black cock, he tried to stiff me. Refused to give a used up old whore free coke. He told me I could buy it like everyone else.
So, I stole some when he went to the bathroom. Perhaps my desperation for a fix made me do something that stupid. I know the game. You never steal product from a dealer. Never. However, before I could get out the door, he busted me. Tossed me to the floor and put his foot down on my throat. In that moment, I thought I might legit die. His foot looks as big as his cock. But stronger.
He could have snapped my neck. But lucky for me he did not feel like making a snuff porn. However, he did want to make a hardcore anal sex movie. And I knew he would shred my asshole. Make me wish he had killed me. Drug dealers know how to deal with thieves. He tied me up like butcher meat and fisted my ass. Shoved his forearm up my ass so deep I thought he might rip my insides out.
With his hands around my throat squeezing, he forced his cock into my dry ass. Since my ass does not get wet like my cunt, that hurt. He fucked my asshole inside out just like my stepson does. This dealer made me wish I had never stolen his product. I took it as a sign that I should never try to steal coke again. And certainly not his coke. Although I did escape, I had no coke for my troubles. And that meant this taboo phone sex whore needed to fuck some more drug dealers to score her coke.
He told me once I could be a snuff porn star. The guy who told me that has featured me in many of his underground snuff flicks. Although he does not sell drugs, he pays me well and that enables me to buy coke. But he makes me earn that money. And one of these days, this cat will run out of lives for him.
Since Mother Nature dumped a ton of snow on me, I found a way to get out of the house. I needed to get out because I ran out of coke. And I cannot keep up with two boys with cabin fever without it. So, I texted Carl. Asked him if he had any snuff movies in the works that I could help him with. And he told me to pay him a visit. Since I could not get my car out of the driveway, I called Uber.
Uber charged me an arm and a leg to go 10 miles, but I put it on my husband’s credit card. He thought I needed to go to the store for tampons. He believes anything I tell him. I wore a long sleeve turtleneck and jeans to cover my body up. I knew I would return home with tampons and bruises. So, I planned on how to get my coke without my family knowing.
Carl seemed ready for me when I arrived. I saw a big bag of coke. For this snuff session he would pay me with coke instead of money. He stripped me naked and hung me from a beam in his basement. Then he started whipping me. He enjoys filming women getting whipped and flogged. Carl acts like a pure sadist when it comes to women. Mommy issues I suspect.
The pain seemed unbearable, but honestly, I have been through worse. So, I thought of something else as he whipped the flesh off my body like a black slave who tried to escape his master. He avoided my face, but he whipped every other ounce of my flesh. When he finished, I required medical attention, but instead I snorted a ton of coke. That dulled the pain.
Carl dropped me off at the grocery store. And once I got the tampons I did not need, I Ubered home and told my husband I got in an accident to explain why it took me so long and why I was walking like Mike Tyson beat me up. He did not need to know I endured torture sex for coke. The things I do for coke.
When my boy needs to make an ass rape porn, he brings me some pink cocaine. I am his pink bimbo cash cow. And he knows just what I need to sustain one of his brutal live streams. I showed up in tall pink platforms, pink fishnet thigh highs and a pink mini skirt so short my big cunt lips hung below the hemline.
My lips look like blowfish lips thanks to too much collagen. Skull fucking lips he calls them. My huge tits ballooned out turned a pink tee shirt into a crop top. Pink dragon lady nails, combined with long fake eyelashes and heavy make-up completed the look. But my son loves his bimbo mommy.
He planned to use me as his piss bucket, cock sleave, punching bag and choke toy. Just another torture sex live stream. I am used to it. But I will admit that this new pink cocaine dulls all the pain. At least until the next morning it does. Me bad. I forgot to take out my fake teeth, so my son assisted with the removal with a punch to each jaw. I saw my teeth go sailing across the room. And I felt thankful it was not me. But I knew my turn to sail across the floor would happen soon enough.
With my teeth properly removed, that enabled my son to skull fuck me to test my blowfish lips. My mouth became his cock ring. As I slurped on his stiff dick, he punched my face. Sides of my cheeks, my eyes and even boxed my ears. I tried to suck his cock as I felt my eyes swell shut. While I gagged and sputter all over his dick, I heard the chimes pour in. His audience loves watching us.
My son ordered me to prolapse my asshole about 8 inches to create his favorite ass sleave. And while it hung out, he put a zip tie around it. He continued to beat my skull as he slid his throbbing cock up his favorite cock sleave. But I knew I might be in trouble when he put a plastic bag with some of that cocaine inside it.
After watching me struggle for a few to breathe and snort that cocaine, he poked a small hole for me. That Prodigy song, “Smack My Bitch,” came on, and my boy did as the song said. He smacked every inch of my body and threw some punches too. He loves to give me violent makeovers.
When he shoved his cock deep down my throat, you could see the outline of his dick down to my breastbone. That’s because I am on the cocaine diet. I was in a feeding frenzy. Trying to snort pink cocaine and suck my boy’s cock properly. The plastic bag began to stick to my face making my face look like a raccoon’s face. All my makeup smeared on it. Finally, he removed the plastic bag, and shoved my face into the camera so his viewers could see how he beat me black, blue and beautiful. The chimes poured in seeing my eyes swollen shut.
He then tossed his mommy whore against the wall. And kicked me when I landed. But the chimes just poured in the more he kicked me. He started to bench press me to show his viewers how thin I am. But then he hurled me against the wall and kicked me when I landed on the floor again. However, my old battered body felt good snorting that pink cocaine.
My boy’s viewers demand violent phone sex. And he gives it to them. When he twisted my titties and strapped me to the abuse bench, I heard more chimes. He put on the brass knuckles and punched me nonstop. Eventually, he pulled me off the bench and tossed me to the floor where he pulled my skinny bird legs behind my head. This allowed him to fuck my 4th hole. My pee hole.
But to make things more interesting for his subscribers, he decided to fist my urethra first. This allowed him to punch my bladder from the inside. I felt like I had to pee, but I could not because his fist blocked the flow of my piss. He took turns punching me, my bladder and my tits. Black, blue and purple look good on me. As he took turns fisting all my holes, I felt like his hand puppet.
He concluded the live stream abuse with a belt to my boobs, making them bleed followed by more punches to the face as I licked his ass. Although I thought he might suffocate me, I knew he would finish soon. After all, I am his cash cow. He can never kill me. But he can make me wish I was dead.
In theory, one would thing bondage phone sex might not be so bad. However, when you are a druggy whore desperate for a fix, things often turn violent. When I applied for the underground bondage shoot, I only thought about the money. Nothing else entered my mind. And that turned out to be another “me bad.” moment. When I am jonesing for a fix, and desperate for money, I never weigh the consequences in my head.
You would think by now, I would learn. But no. Druggy whores make notoriously bad decisions. This photographer tied me up with my legs and arms stretched so far out that I felt like I was on one of those medieval torture sex racks. It felt like if he tied me any tighter, my limbs would rip off my body. And as much as that hurt, it did not compare to the whipping he gave me. More like a violent lashing.
For a moment, I felt transported back to the 1800s. I felt like a slave who had tried to run away or did not pick enough cotton. Every lash he gave me, my skin ripped open. I could feel the blood running down my bag and my legs. And at one point, I almost bit my tongue off from the jolt of pain. This was no bondage shoot. The photographer tortured me. Tore opened my flesh. And he would not let me get high first to dull the pain. But even pain sluts have their limits.
For hours he whipped the flesh off my body. At least that was how it felt. I cried. And I screamed. Even prayed to a god I do not believe in to relieve my suffering. Honestly, I thought this might turn into a snuff porn. Eventually, he let me go. But I could barely crawl out of his dungeon. And as I did, I left a trail of blood behind me.
Kidnapping phone sex was not on my bingo card last night. I planned a nice night in with my two sons and my husband. For once, I had plenty of blow too. But my husband wanted some champagne, and all we had on hand appeared to be rum and wine. So, I volunteered to go to the liquor store since they stayed open until 11 pm last night. Gave me some time to do some coke.
However, I never made it to the liquor store. I got a flat tire, and a couple offered me a ride since it was cold and raining. They looked dressed up for a party. I texted my husband about the car and that I hitched a ride with a nice couple and would be home soon. But I never returned home until this morning. And luckily my family fell asleep waiting for me. I do not think they even went looking for me.
This couple took me to their place under the rouse that she forgot her purse. And since my clothes got soaked, she invited me in so she could give me some warmer clothes. I thought she seemed so nice. Snuff sex never occurred to me. Perhaps, she was nice. But her husband turned out to be a nightmare. He grabbed me, tossed me on the floor and ripped my clothes off. But his wife just stood there frozen. She seemed scared of her husband. Too scared to help me. And I understood.
While her husband force fucked my ass and my cunt, she looked at me with eyes that told me she felt bad she could not help me. Her husband appeared to be a very violent man who enjoys preying on women. I tried to fight him. But he had strength and size on his side. For a bit, I thought I might die. He had more than just rape phone sex fantasies for me. He wanted to snuff me out. It seemed to me that he wanted to ring in the new year killing a bitch. And he almost did.
While his hands started to choke me, he thrust his cock in my ass. I passed out a few times. And when I did, he slapped me awake. However, the last time he slapped me awake, his wife hit him on the head with something, saving my life. But in saving my life, she put her life in danger. Clearly her man is a sadist. I pleaded with her to run with me. She could stay with my family until she could get her own place. But she had other plans. She gave me the keys to their car so I could get home.
I was not even behind the wheel of their car when I heard the gunshot. And I can only assume she killed the man who almost ended my life. Worst New Year’s Eve of my life. But not sure what was worse. Almost dying or realizing my family never called the police or even worried about me when I never came home.
Torture sex seems worse when the person torturing you is a woman. Women are the cruelest to other women. I was not even looking for trouble or drugs. My son gave me a great supply of pink cocaine to last me through the new year. So, when I went out on Christmas Eve, I just wanted some one to fuck. My sons spent the night out of town with their father because a snowstorm prevented them from safely getting home. They went to see one of their aunts and got stranded.
But I wanted to fuck. And no one was around to help me out, so I went to a bar. Honestly, I figured Christmas Eve the bar would be packed. However, that did not appear to be the case. The bar had no good men. But I did meet a hot woman. And she wanted to fuck. I went back to her place with her. I should have known better. Women can be dangerous, especially to a druggy ass rape porn star.
She spiked my drink and tied me up. I was lucid, but unable to fight. Whatever she gave me acted like a paralytic drug. I could not feel anything at first. But that was a blessing in disguise because this bitch fisted me. She shoved her fist up my ass and my cunt. At one point she had both fists inside my fuck holes. And she got a kick out of acting like I was her puppet. I could feel the pain of two fists in me at once, but I was powerless to do anything about it.
For hours she fisted my cunt and ass. My asshole prolapses easily because of the abuse it gets from my son and drug dealers. So, my entire prolapsed asshole covered her fist like a hood. She had this sick laugh about her. A kind of evil laugh that made me fear that my hook-up might want me to star in her next snuff porn.
Eventually she passed out. Thank, God. But it took awhile before I could escape because of the drug she gave me. But once I could move my legs again, I fled her place. When will I ever learn.
Gangbang rape porn stars get force fucked for holidays. At least I do. If it is not my son ravaging my fuck holes, it is usually someone else. As a druggy whore, I’ve garnered quite the reputation. Men know I will do anything for coke or money to by coke with. In the beginning, I just gave men a blow job, and maybe they would fuck me. But since I have been trading my fuck holes for coke for over a decade now, they upped the ante on me.
Plus, I require more coke now than I did a decade ago. So, if I want some coke, I need to really work for it. Although I thought I had enough coke to get me through the end of the year. It turns out that is not the case at all. My sisters-in-law have been driving me nuts. And I have my three sons and their friends around all day since they are out of school for the moment. In laws, sons, holiday and bonus boys means I need coke. And I need it now.
So, I went to this guy I know. We have made some snuff movies together in the past. Although I know he has killed girls before, I needed to take the risk. And hope he had some mercy for me because of our past. He did have mercy for me. But that did not stop him from using me up good. I worked for that coke. He made me entertain him and his 10 buddies. But I have been a gang bang whore before.
Initially, this felt like a normal gang bang. But then they wanted to see how far my holes could stretch. And they started putting three cocks in a hole at the same time. They managed to get three in my ass and pussy. However, only two fit in my mouth. My snuff porn director filmed me getting stuffed over my limit.
I bled. And I choked, gagged, screamed and slobbered too. But I got my coke. Good thing too because I am going to need it to soothe these battered fuck holes.
My son’s viewers enjoy mommy rape phone sex fantasies. They pay well to watch him fuck me and abuse me too. But I never mind because I know my boy loves me. He just needs my help making money. I am his cash cow. But in exchange he gives me the best coke. He had pink cocaine for me this week when we made a little holiday blue movie for his viewers.
I showed off my naked skinny body to his viewers. My big boobs sagged, and my meat curtains hung down. Both show signs of wear and tear. But nothing compares to the abuse my asshole receives. It prolapses on its own now. It is like a magic trick or something. I turned around from the camera and let the viewers see how easily my asshole pops outs. They tip well to see my old used ass rape porn prolapse.
My son made me his bimbo. I’ve had three surgeries to make my boobs big. Now my lips are Botoxed out. And I get skinnier and skinnier every movie thanks to my cocaine diet. My son’s Christmas gift turned out to be a brutal beating for mommy. He brought out the assault bench. Tied me to it with my hands bound behind my back and my tits tied up tightly. He loves to use my boobs like punching bags. Fun bags he calls them.
As I snorted skinny powder, my boy punched the side of my face because I forgot to take my teeth out. My dentures flew across the room. But that was me bad. I cannot have teeth in when he skull fucks me. After he finished skull fucking and punching mommy, he turned to my prolapsed ass, which he uses as his own personal cock sleeve. He put a glass tube on it instead of zip ties this time. My ass will always be my son’s flesh light. While my prolapse grew bigger in the tube, he turned his attention to my face. A few more punches, and the chimes rolled in.
I kept snorting coke to dull the pain. While I partied, my boy but on his brass knuckles for some violent phone sex fun. A few sucker punches to the boobs and ribs immediately caused swelling. He even cracked a few ribs and his audience heard it. And more tips rolled in. When I began sucking his cock again, he gave me a few punches to the face. But he avoided my sniffer. My boy turned me into a dark web porn star. As he skull fucked me some more, I heard more chimes.
He eventually removed me from the assault bench. But he left my hands tied behind my back. He pulled me up by my giant fun bags. And he hung me up by my boobs. As I hung in the air, he fucked my prolapsed ass. He removed the glass tube that puffed up my prolapse even move. And he pulled the flesh of my meaty prolapsed asshole over his dick like it was a flesh light. He also put a spreader bar between my legs so men could see my meat curtains swaying as he pounded my prolapsed asshole.
With his steel toed boots on, he kicked me in my baby maker. Hard too. With every kick he made, I jerked a bit which pulled my tits. And he gave me a lot of kicks. My cunt immediately puffed up like my prolapsed asshole. What came next, would have hurt even more if I did not have the pink cocaine to dull the pain.
He shoved his fist up my cunt and held me up in the air like a puppet. This enabled him him to punch my old barren womb from the inside. Luckily, my son moves on to other tortuous acts quickly. But he always gives the viewers what they want to see. And they wanted to see him throw me across the room.
He flicked me off his fist like I was a bug. And as I flew across the room, the tips poured in. My son made me fly. I bounced off the wall and landed on the floor several times. Eventually he kicked off the spreader bar and spun me around like a shotput and bounced me off the walls some more. As I lay on the floor broken and dazed, he dragged me by my read hair to the bowl of pink coke. He stepped on my neck as I snorted coke to dull the pain.
More tips rolled in. But they came in at a frantic pace once he put a plastic bag over my face. However, he did put coke in the bag. While I snorted coke and struggled to breathe, he pushed my legs over my head and fucked my pee hole. My 4th hole. He went back and forth between my urethra and my prolapsed asshole. As I gasped for air, he tore a hole in the bag to skull fuck me some more.
He punched my face some more as he skull fucked me. My face appeared so swollen I doubted anyone would recognize me. For most of our live stream I could not see much due to the swelling of my eyes and face. He beat me beautiful. He kept fucking my pee hole as he punched me some more. This little violent session served as his viewers holiday special.
After he came down my throat, he pounded my head into the floor. He pulled me by my prolapsed asshole and cunt lips until I was in front of the camera. I drooled and gasped for air as I showed off my abused body to his audience. My boy may have put me out of commission for a while, but he gave me a lot of good coke to speed up my recovery. Merry Christmas you filthy perverts. Hope you enjoyed the show.
Just my luck. He was into suffocation phone sex. But I needed more blow, so I went to see him. I traded my dignity for coke. And almost my life too. Although I try to avoid this dealer, sometimes he is my only choice. He looked me up and down and told me he had just what I needed. When he asked me to get naked, I did. I expected him to fuck me. But what I did not expect was that he would put my pantyhose over my face as he fucked me.
Although I could breathe somewhat with the pantyhose on my head, he would pull them tighter restricting my ability to breathe. And I would pass out with his cock up my ass. But he wanted that. He told me it feels great on his cock when a woman loses consciousness. I would think my ass would relax and not be as tight on his cock. But I guess the opposite happens.
So, I became his strangulation ass rape porn star too. Felt like he fucked and choked me for hours. But I had no sense of time. I kept passing out to snap back to reality with a dick or hand slap. Even though he likes to play God with my life, he also enjoys humiliating me. And some days, I feel like I manage the pain better than I manage the humiliation.
When he slapped a dog collar and leash on me, I knew I might be in trouble. He would piss on the floor then push my face in it like a dog who peed on the carpet. And that forced me to lick it up. He chugged iced tea to ensure he could piss for hours. But I did not just lick the piss off the floor. He also made me worship his dirty asshole like I was nothing more than human toilet paper. But I got my coke.
This taboo phone sex whore traded her dignity for coke. And as much as I protest about it, I know I will do it again soon for the blow.
