He forced me into blasphemy sex. Although I am not religious now, I was raised as a Catholic girl. My mother had two lives. The good Catholic church going woman who the church thought was a saint. And the incest loving cocaine loving dirty mom who my brother and I knew was no saint at all. I loved her dichotomy.
Now I possess that same sort of dichotomy. On the outside I look like a normal soccer mom. Occasionally, I go to church but not as much as I should or did. I do have a lot of naughty things to confess. Like the fact that I too love fucking my sons and partying with coke. When Dave called me telling me he had coke for me, I knew we had to hang out.
But the addy he gave me was for my church. Well, the church I went to as a little girl with my mother. He wanted blasphemy phone sex to party with him. A few hail Mary’s and God will forgive me, right? Secretly, I apologized to God, as Dave made me admonish the Almighty for his darker counterpart, Satan. I felt like God might strike me down at any moment as I cursed his existence while doing lines of coke off Dave’s cock.
We partied in my old church. Fucked on the red velvet alter leaving cum stains everywhere. Dave pissed in the coffers, and I masturbated my naughty cunt with a cross I saw hanging. Big ass cross too. Gaped my cunt and ass. I will be honest here. Being naughty in a church I went to as a little girl felt incredibly dirty and taboo. But I did it for the coke.
Dave is a devil worshiper I discovered. We hailed Satan while fucking in almost every pew. Left my mark and scent everywhere I could. Not often I go to church anymore as a taboo phone sex whore, but boy, this visit will land me in hell for good.
Anytime a man wants to watch snuff movies with me I get conflicted. Sure, I love to watch some other bitch get tortured and force fucked. But sometimes I know those kinds of movies inspire men like you and whomever I am watching them with. So, what seems harmless often turns into one of the worst nights of my life. I am fond of coke. Okay, that is an understatement. I am a coke fiend.
And my love for blow always puts me in precarious situations. When I met Bob online in a chat room, he seemed so meek and mild mannered. He wanted me to introduce him to the world of snuff porn. In exchange, he would give me an ample supply of blow. Sounded like a sweet deal. In my head, I told myself it would be nice to watch some dark flicks and get high with some normal guy. Not a sadistic man with snuff and rape fantasies.
But Bob was not who he pretended to be. Sure, he looked like his picture. But he was no novice. He was a predator who enjoys sodomizing mommies. His hatred for his own mother got taken out on my asshole. And I just took it because his coke was so good. Like the pure expensive shit from Columbia. A little toot goes a long way with the good shit.
So, I laid there on his couch getting choked and ass fucked like some strung out hooker. Big, fat cock too. He lied about that too. He told me he had an average dick. Nothing average about a 14-inch coke can thick cock. My ass screamed for mercy, but he granted me no mercy. When he shot his load, my asshole gaped more than an ass rape porn star’s asshole.
Today, I cannot shit or sit comfortably. My asshole looks like someone fucked me with a baseball bat. No bat. Just an Italian Stallion with a vendetta against mommy.
Taboo phone sex whores enjoy being your cum dumpsters. Well, we almost always do. I hooked up with a dealer the other night who wanted me to work for those party supplies I enjoy so much. And I never mind working for my coke. But I did not truly understand what he meant when he said I would be his human garbage disposal.
When we arrived back at his place, I discovered he invited a small army of friends over. In my head, I pictured a rough gang bang with all my holes filled at once. Honestly, I had no idea what I was in for when I saw all those men waiting for me. Of course, I thought gangbang rape porn. But that was not the case at all. These men did not want their cocks inside my skank old holes. That is what he told me. Even though I tried to tell these guys that I was a clean whore, no one listened to me.
They just swarmed me jacking off their cocks. Do you know how much cum 50 men can produce? Enough to drown a skanky druggy whore like me. I looked like Carrie at the prom. But instead of being doused in pig blood, those men doused me in their cum. Big chunks of sperm covered my eyes. I could not even open my eyes because the jizz felt so heavy on my eyelids.
Suddenly, I felt cocks smacking me in the face. When I could not open my eyes, some of the men began pissing in my face. They wanted me to see their cocks. To see them humiliating me. In that moment, I felt like a garbage disposal. Someone forced my head on the ground to begin licking up cum and piss. By the end of our time, I felt sick from all the cum and piss I consumed. And I wondered if any other snuff porn stars ever consumed so much bodily fluid before.
Fantasy phone sex can be extreme, and even violent. I may come off as a nice suburban soccer mom, but I have dark fantasies. And I have a drug problem that gets me into trouble often. But I do not see it as a problem really. I see it is unleashing my inner nasty freak. Coke makes me bold and adventurous. Even though I know it gets me into precarious situations too.
I met a man online who wanted to party. He said I did not need money if I had pussy. So, I invited him over. My husband is out of town on work business. And my sons were sound asleep. My boys know mommy likes to party. The guy showed up with party favors. But he had a couple of friends with him too. They wanted to make a gangbang rape porn.
Now, I told them I just wanted to party. But I made the mistake of telling them my sons were asleep and I did not want a party. That was me bad. They searched the house for my boys and pulled them out of bed to watch their whore mother get gang banged. I apologized to my boys and told them to just go someplace else in their heads until it was all over.
But this man wanted my sons fucking me with him and his friends. I tried to protest, but my pleas fell on deaf ears. And to my surprise, my teen boys did not want to help mommy. They wanted to fuck mommy with a bunch of strangers. Clearly, I was outnumbered. So, I did a line of cock and let my party guy, his friends and my two teen sons run a train on me.
I think they hoped I would protest more since they were forcing me to take all their cocks. But the coke kicked in and I am a taboo phone sex whore after all.
Bondage phone sex gets wild when you have a sex swing. Normally, I hide the sex swing when one of dealers makes a house call. But I was stoned on some super fucking good Columbian weed. Perhaps it was laced with something else. There seems to be a lot of that going around. Some teen boy, who is friends with my oldest son, gave it to me. He called it pussy weed. But it hit me harder than any pussy weed before.
In fact, after two hits, I was in that sex swing letting a teen boy nail my pussy and ass. So, when Marcus said he needed some pussy, I knew he would give me coke. I told him to come over, but I forgot to take down the sex swing and he thought it was for him. He put me in the swing and tied me up to boot. I looked like a side of beef hanging in the air. In this position I was as helpless as a snuff porn star.
Fuck meat he told me. I am used to that. I am fuck meat for many men, including my sons and stepson. So, why not for Marcus. He strung me high up so he could eat my cunt. Oops. I forgot to tell him that the cum of some young boy was deep inside me. And that pissed him off. He wanted to taste pussy not cum from a young boy. Marcus took off his leather belt and whipped my cunt a few times. Enough to puff up my mound quickly.
I apologized but the damage was done. He ate a teen boy’s cum and it was all my fault. So, I took my punishment like a taboo phone sex whore. My cunt bled. He whipped my back and my ass too. Although I was a sore, hot mess afterwards, I did get some primo coke to go with my primo pussy weed. I’ll be sore for a few days but it’s all okay. I have something to numb the pain.
I love roleplay phone sex. The darker your role play is, the wetter my pussy gets. I am a suburban mommy by night and a nasty phone freak by day. Even some of my drug dealers like to role play with me. And I do it for free coke. Well, I guess it is not technically free. I work for that coke.
Marcus is my main dealer. His father was my mom’s dealer. We have known each other since we were young. Although normally, I just take his big black cock for an hour or so, and get a bag of coke, sometimes he likes Cosplay and rough sex. Yesterday, he was in that kind of mood, but he brought friends. So, I needed to be his gangbang rape porn star for him and his friends. I dressed up like some futuristic young girl.
I can age play if a guy wants. Even for you, I can age play. So, this little “schoolgirl” took a ride from a stranger and found herself the star of a gang bang porn. Marcus picked me up and took me to a party. But I was the only girl there. After getting me fucked up on Molly, all of his pals pulled out their big black dicks and swarmed me.
But I knew what to do. I started grabbing those big black cocks and sucking. Even though those dicks appeared too big for my young mouth, I did my best to suck them all down. And I did a good job too. However, today my mouth is sore. But so is my ass. Sucking those massive black tree trunk cocks was nothing compared to fucking them!
Once that gang bang began, my little body took a pounding. A couple cocks in a hole at a time stretched me out. I think I did better than the typical ass rape porn star though. I managed to take 4 big black dicks in my ass at once. Of course, today I am sitting on a bag of frozen peas, LOL. I am sore as fuck today. But I am high as fuck too thanks to a little rough role play. What do you have for me today? You can go rough because I have coke.
When you are an ass rape porn star, you get recognized a lot. It is a certain niche on the dark web that I cater too, but apparently, I have a fan base all over the world. While at a seedy little bar last night looking to score, I met a rich and powerful man who recognized me. It was fate, according to him. I had never been to this bar. And he was from out of town, so the chances of us meeting were slim.
But he wanted a private anal sex movie with me and his cock. Although he did not have coke, he had money to buy coke with, so I agreed to an anal sex video. And I prayed it would not end up a snuff porn. I know it is always a risk. But I do seem to have 9 lives and a resilient shit pipe.
We made the seedy little ass sex video in a nice suite at the nicest hotel in town. I felt like Julia Roberts in Pretty Woman when I walked in on his arm. I looked like a street walker in my black mini skirt and fishnet stockings. My rich patron knew someone would be his ass porn star last night because his room was filled with cameras and huge anal toys. Even though I felt scared seeing all that stuff, I focused on the coke I could get with the money he offered.
For scene one, he prepped my ass with all the sexy toys I saw. He told me he needed me ready for his cock. But I think he just wanted to make sure my ass appeared clean enough for his cock. If anything was inside my asshole, a foot long dildo would pave the way. So would a wine bottle thick butt plug.
He gaped my asshole with toys. And I felt the pressure pain of one big sex toy after another. But scene two involved him and his anal rape phone sex fantasies. He called me mother with every thrust into my swollen, battered shit pipe. Damn, that hurt. For hours he fucked my ass raw. Left it a bloody pulp. But no fear. My asshole is resilient. I can thank my stepson for that. I would love to do future ass sex videos with this guy. He paid me more than anyone ever has.
It is not a New Year without some hardcore anal torture sex. At least not for my son. He wanted to ring in the new year properly with a live stream. However, before I made my on screen appearance, he gave me some lip injections. I think he wanted my lips as big as my tits. You know that duck lips, huge tits, bimbo look. But instead of a needle, he just Mike Tysoned my lips a few times and they swelled up quickly.
He even died my red locks platinum blonde for the occasion. The first live stream of the year needs to be special. So, I sported my new Barbie Bimbo look on his live stream and the audience went crazy tipping. Blonde hair, raccoon eyes, duck lips, huge tits. Plus, Kiss like platform shoes and whore makeup. The crowd went wild for my 2024 bimbo look.
Although I never want to be my son’s ass rape porn star, I know he loves me. And the coke he gives me numbs most of the pain. He let me snort a line before he punched the side of my face like he was Mike Tyson. I forgot to take my fake teeth so I could gum his cock. Plus, he loves to see me in his favorite colors purple and blue, and eventually black.
After he swelled up my face, he turned his attention to my big fake titties. I heard the chimes of tips as he used zip ties to turn my boobs purple also. He calls them my fun bags. My boobs quickly turned purple as he got out his speculum. Now, I knew I was in trouble, but he let me do more coke to numb the pain. I pushed out my prolapsed asshole for him and the viewers at home. My son has brutalized my ass so hard over the years it just falls out now with one push and a grunt.
In fact, my prolapse is bigger than some cocks. He put a plastic bag over my face because he enjoys suffocation phone sex too. While I was losing oxygen, my son fucked my prolapsed asshole. He kept punching me in the back of the head too. I started seeing stars. But he would let me out of the plastic bag occasionally to snort a line and take a gasp of air. But he would punch the back of my head as I snorted lines.
Although, I felt fucking high and numb, I could still feel the pressure pain of his cock in my prolapsed asshole. After he came in my shit pipe, I thought he might retire me for a bit, but he wanted more violence for our audience. He slammed my head through a wall. And my head cracked the sheet rock.
I felt like I was in a Bugs Bunny cartoon. Stars appeared around my heard and I heard noises. I looked to be dangling in the wall. Since I was stuck, all I could do was hang there like I was floating in air. Although I thought my son had stopped fucking my ass, he never left my prolapse. I felt the reverberations as he slammed my prolapsed, sending my head deeper into the wall.
However, the tips poured in. As I hung in the wall, my boy brought the bowl of coke around to let me snort more powder. He skull fucked me so I could give him a good gum job, but he pissed in my mouth instead. I was so fucked up I thought he gave me champagne. He saved his cum for my shit pipe.
He pulled the speculum out of my prolapsed ass and pulled me out of the wall. But he put a chain on my prolapsed ass and dragged me around the floor like a kitchen mop. He pile drove my prolapse some more using me like a fuck mop. The tips continued to ring in until he could not cum anymore. Although I felt mostly numb, it hurt like hell trying to push my battered prolapse back inside until the next time my son needs to use his whore mommy.
I have violent phone sex fantasies. And so do my callers. I enjoy all the sick, perverted things my callers fantasize about. Most of my callers influence my spank bank. Like when I need to rub my wet bald pussy, I often turn to caller’s roleplay instead of watching the same old porn. I am on a snuff site because my fantasies run dark like yours do.
One of my favorite kinds of role play involves home invasion. There are many variations on this theme. But one that always gets my motor running centers around you breaking into my house while I am sleeping. You think I am a cock teasing exhibitionist, and you want to give me what I deserve. But what makes your rape phone sex fantasies the hottest for me is when you make my boys watch.
You wake me out of a deep sleep with a gun to my head. I realize you have been watching me in my house for months. You know everything about me. You even know I am a cock teasing mommy too. So, you drag me to the living room and force me to wake my boys. At gun point, you force my sons to sit and watch as you thrust your cock deep inside my pussy and asshole.
Although I am pleading for you to leave my sons out of this, you insist that they fuck me too. And much to my surprise, my two sons have stiff cocks. They appear to be enjoying the show. As they mount me, I plead with each boy not to cross such a taboo barrier. But it is clear from the look in their eyes and their erections that they want to fuck me.
I succumb to my boys force fucking me, and I end up so fucking wet because of your home invasion phone sex fantasy. You gave mommy what she needed. You all do. Well, this mommy is in a kinky mood again today. What sort of violent roleplay do you have in mind for me?
Men make more snuff movies this time of year than any other time of year. Perhaps, women like me are part of the reason. Druggy soccer moms like me need more coke to survive in-laws and shopping. I just cannot remain sober for the holidays. Not in my DNA. So, I texted this snuff director I work with occasionally, and he offered me a role.
Although I am usually the star of his snuff flicks, this time I got to be the accomplice. He had a young ingenue for the star. She did appear to be super young and scared. I felt bad for her. Likely, she was some trafficked girl not understanding her new reality. But she was not my concern. I needed that money to get holiday coke. Snuff porn pays the most. I would be silly to get righteous suddenly because of some brat I do not even know, right?
The director instructed me to fist both of her holes. Although I whispered, I was sorry in her ears, I know it provided no solace to the little girl. My fists came back bloody and brown. She coated both of my fists in cherry blood and shit. I knew she was no seasoned whore. She lost her virginity to my fists. As instructed, I made her lick her shit and blood off my fingers and hands.
I fought back the guilt and kept my focus on the money the director would pay me after this movie finished filming. For about an hour, I thought this snuff flick only starred the two of us. But then a man came onto the set. He took off a robe and I almost fainted seeing how huge his cock appeared. A teen rape porn star’s worst nightmare a cock that big. I barely hurt her little cunnie with my fists compared to what he did to her fuck holes, and tiny body.
Let’s just say that angel did not make it to the next year. But I did. And I got coke. So, a young girl died. At least it was not me.
