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.
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.
