Snuff porn on Halloween? Most men say yes please to that. And most women say no thank you and run for the hills. Not me. I am not most women. I am dumb. Not so much dumb as desperate. I guess I am desperate for companionship and attention. But mostly desperate for a fix. And I discovered early on in my drug fueled states that violent men, abusive men and sadist men know how to take advantage of desperate druggy women like me.
Take Michael for example. I met him at a bar on Saturday night. He wanted to party back at his place. I knew he wanted to fuck me. But I did not mind fucking him if he gave me coke or cash to get coke. I did a line of premium coke off his dick in the bar bathroom. So, I knew he had the good stuff. And he knew why I went back to his house with him.
Since we went to his home, I did not think he was a snuff sex kind of man. Usually, men who mean me harm do not take me to their place where I might leave a DNA trail. But Michael saw me only as a piece of meat. A bar skank no one would miss. And he told me about his urges. This guy resembled Patrick Bateman. Appeared normal on the outside, but harbors dark thoughts about people, especially women.
When he told me I resembled his mother, I knew I was in trouble. Big trouble. I swear every fucked up abusive mother out there must be red headed like me. He pinned me against the wall and began to choke me. His strength amazed me. When he held me against the wall with only one hand on my throat, I tried to kick him away from me. But that only pissed him off.
He tossed me across his living room, and a lamp shattered on my head cutting me. As I whimpered and cried, he came over and began kicking me screaming things at me like I was his mother. Although I tried to crawl away from him, I could not. He was too strong and fast for me. When he turned me into his ass rape porn star, I thought he might let me go. But no. He had only just begun abusing me. He held me captive all night beating me, fucking me and calling me names.
When the sun came up, he let me go. Since my eyes swelled up and I could barely see, I could not drive home. He tossed me some coke and warned me about going to the cops. I sniffed some coke to dull the pain and called an Uber to get the fuck away from him.
Halloween brings out the bloody phone sex fans. Do you like it bloody, graphic and violent too? I do when it comes to fantasy. But in reality? No thank you. I do not like to bleed but I do not always have control over the matter. What am I saying? I never control anything in my life because I am a druggy whore.
When I got an invitation to a Halloween party, I did not think twice about it. No clue it might be a trap. When I arrived at the address, something felt off. The building had an ominous feel. Like I got serious horror film vibes. But I am not usually final girl material. Maybe the final whore. But never the hero of any story.
I knew this could be a snuff porn I walked into, but whoever invited me promised me drugs. When I heard a spooky voice, I instantly felt like I might be in a Saw flick. As I navigated this house of horrors, I needed to dodge trap doors and other deadly things. I could hear screaming. Female screams. I was not alone in this house. But I knew I would survive. I had to survive.
When I stepped on broken glass, I screamed too. Then I felt hands around my throat. I pulled a piece of glass from my foot and jabbed the arm around my throat. When the grip loosened, I ran. I mean I ran like Micheal Myers was on my heels. My feet looked like bloody stumps, but I made it to the end of the labyrinth. And my reward appeared to be a big bowl of coke.
A man stepped out from behind a curtain like the all-powerful Oz and told me I made it to the second level of the game. Who has this macabre man? He did not look familiar to me. He told me the second maze promised me even more coke if I survived. Although I knew this was fantasy phone sex, I knew I could still die.
But I wanted more coke. Unlike the Saw movies, I did not compete through sick games to survive. I competed to score coke. And I lost a few pints of blood in the process.
Men love blasphemy sex. But guess what? So do women. My fellow milf friend Abby, and I enjoy getting blasphemous on and off the phone. Our love for this taboo fetish stemmed from a 2 girl call we did last year. And since we live near each other we thought now might be the perfect time to get together and be naughty in a church.
Abby visited me this weekend, and she brought one of her sons. I love this woman. Her mind seems equally as taboo as mine. Saturday night, I suggested we pay a late-night visit to this pious church in my community. This congregation bleeds its members of all their money. Plus, a few years back this church kicked me out for being a whore. Abby agreed to desecrate this church in the name of blasphemy phone sex and Satan with me.
We brought our sons along for the fun. Perhaps good mothers would leave their sons at home while they destroyed a church. But since we are taboo mommy whores, we brought them along for the debauchery. Abby’s mind appears equally as wicked as mine. We fucked our sons in the church pews, leaving huge cum stains behind. Our boys pissed in the baptismal tub and the coffers.
Two Sexy MILFS Love Blasphemy TooAbby and I ripped up the Bibles while praising Satan. We even wrote Hail Satan on the walls in red lipstick. I tossed in some Latin phrases that would suggest Satanists destroyed this church, not two soccer moms with a love for blasphemy. Our sons watched Abby and I fuck our cunts with the crosses too. Of course, that kind of taboo statement made our teenage boys super fucking horny. So, we fucked them some more.
Abby and I desecrated that church. Although we thought about breaking into the safe to steal the money, our little foray into taboo phone sex was about our love for blasphemy and my hatred of this church. It was not about the Benjamins. We left that church covered in our piss and cum. My son left a huge shit on a Bible. So, I guess the blasphemy fun got the best of him too.
Looking for two wild, no limits milfs? Perhaps Abby and I can satisfy your need for taboo mommy whores.
Torture sex never feels good. Even though men think I am a masochist into pain. That’s not the case. What happens, I get so fucked up on coke that I do not understand what all you are doing to me. I become numb. But once the coke wears off, I feel it all. And I do not like pain. So, for the record men, I am a coke whore not a pain slut. But it becomes hard to tell that when you get as fucked up as I do.
Once again, I made the mistake of fucking around with the wrong men. They wanted to party with a MILF, and I wanted coke. The rest I just do to get the coke. Because they looked young, I made the mistake of assuming they might be less of a threat to me than my stepson or men my age. Wrong. These boys did not want to just party with me. They wanted to make and ass rape porn.
Although I did enough coke to put Pablo Escobar to shame, I still felt their monster cocks in my ass. Mainly because they put two even three cocks in my ass at once. Damn near tore my ass in two. Felt more like giving birth than get ass fucked. And they did not care that I begged them to stop. I think I represented each of their mothers. It felt like they punished me because their moms never gave it up to them.
Once they started calling me mommy whore, I went into dirty mommy mode thinking it might help me. I never make the right choice. Or the smart choice either. So, they began putting their fist in my ass along with their cocks. Pretty certain their goal was to destroy my asshole. Mission accomplished. This taboo phone sex mommy needed a trip to the ER and stiches in my ass. I wish I had a better sense of people.
Accomplice phone sex calls excite me. Sadly, however, I do not get them much. Most men just want to abuse a red headed mommy whore. And although I am good for that, sometimes, I like to abuse someone too. Dale wanted my help with his daughter. When he told me she looked like a mini me, my pussy became wetter than normal.
You see, I do not have a daughter. However, I always wanted one. I have two sons instead. But if I had a daughter, likely I would not abuse her. But I would let you abuse her! I enjoy helping men like Dale torment their bratty daughters. Just wish I could do it more often! I made the perfect bait for his bratty daughter, Darlene. Such an old sounding name for such a sweet young thing.
However, sweet this girl was not. Young yes. Sweet no. Total brat who deserved to be daddy’s teen rape porn star. I told her that her father sent me to pick her up after school. I gave her a special drink made with Xanax to make her all loose and easy to abuse. Daddy Dale did not want her remembering much. The great thing about Xanax is that you do not remember much, but you stay awake. At least you stay awake while getting fucked. I do.
His daughter fought at first. But she asked where her daddy was, and I told her I did not know him. And I told her she was a stupid cunt to believe a total stranger. When Daddy came out to fuck his little whore, he wore an executioner’s mask, so no way she would know it was her daddy. And I watched as he ravaged her fuck holes. Daddy made her his bitch. Like I think he enjoyed splitting his daughter in two. He made his daughter his ass rape porn star. And I got to be along for the ride too.
Fall makes the perfect weather to watch snuff porn. I have a few lovers who enjoy getting fucked up and watching snuff flicks with me. I am in it just for the coke. And I always assumed snuff films were fake. But this guy I party with showed me a real snuff movie. The homemade kind. I knew it was real because the girl in the film has been missing for over a year. Suddenly, I found myself scared. What if he wanted to snuff me too?
I remember when the girl went missing. She went to high school with my sons. So, I did not doubt that this flick was homemade. He fucked her raw. For once, I was not the ass rape porn star. I watched and masturbated as he told me what he did to this hot teen slut. Sure, I felt badly for her. She would have been my youngest son’s age. Now she is dead and buried somewhere. I just did everything I could to not end up as the star of one of his next snuff flick.
Honestly, I never knew this guy had such a dark streak. I assumed he might be like me. A normal middle-class dad who likes to enjoy some coke sometimes. He never minds sharing his coke with this ginger whore. And I love fucking him. He fucked my ass as we watched his snuff flick. But I acted like I thought it was a fake film. Clearly, I did not know this man like I thought I did. He strangled this teen girl with his bare hands. He fucked her dead body too.
However, sex with dead bodies clearly turns this guy on. I just had to avoid being his next corpse lover. As he fucked my ass, I did my best to act like nothing had changed between us. But I did fear him. No one has seen the star of his little homemade video since she disappeared last year. Police thought teenage runaway. Parents suspected fowl play. But I know she died a violent death. And her body likely will never be found.
My stepson does not simply enjoy rape phone sex fantasies. He explores them with me. And I never fare well after a visit. But he supplies me with coke, so I endure it all for my pusher stepson. When he came over the other night, he warned me he felt particularly violent. He enjoys breaking mommy Blair way past her breaking point. And he wasted no time when he arrived.
According to my stepson, my urethra remains my tightest hole. He arrived prepared to hurt his mommy too. Our little torture session began with my pee hole. His bag of tricks included a speculum, a funnel, a pair of vice grip locking pliers, a plastic bag for my head and lots of rope. I call it his torture sex bag. Never matters what day it is or what time it is either. If he arrives with that bag, I am in trouble.
He used the speculum to open my urethra, and because he loves me, he brought enough coke to numb the pain. At least while we engaged in violent sex. I still feel the effects today. With my urethra spread wide, my stepson poured his primo coke in my pee hole. Soon after he began punching my bladder. He slammed my head into the floor a few times too. When he started to fuck my prolapsed pee hole, I felt it. Not enough coke in the world to numb that sort of pain completely.
When he raised my body up in the air with the rope, he pulled my cunt lips apart with the vice grip locking pliers. My body went up, but my cunt lips went down. He punched my tits, bladder and ribs. Of course, he forced me to prolapse my asshole too. Easy to do after all our special time together. I am his personal ass rape porn star. His fans watched from home. I could hear the chimes of the tips as he punched me and fucked my prolapsed asshole and urethra.
However, his finest work he saved for the end. He placed a plastic bag over my head and punched the side of my head many times. I am a slave to his sick perversions. In fact, I sang a few Britney songs for him like I’m a Slave for you and Baby, Hit Me One More Time. The more punches he threw, the more tips he received. He squeezed my throat which forced me to suck in the plastic and almost suffocate. e brought out a PCV pipe about and inch in diameter and swung it a few times across my tits and ribs.
He even took several whacks to my prolapsed asshole. Batter up. But ouch. Although he did give me all the coke I wanted, my body paid the price. I am still sore as fuck from our latest encounter. And my guess is I will be sore for quite a few more days too.
I enjoy snuff porn. But I prefer to watch it instead of starring in a movie. Over the weekend, I had a chance to make a snuff flick with an old acquaintance. He makes snuff flicks for a living. Been at it now for a few decades. Although I met him when I turned 18, he never treated me badly like most men I met at that age. Sam and I get along well. So, when he told me he needed my help with his young ingénue, I helped him out.
This turned into a great money making offer for me. I would have helped him without an offer of money. However, the money he gave me helped a lot. He needed a mommy figure for this young snuff starlet. This girl appeared scared and desperate. She needed a mommy. Although my plan never involved starring in one of his snuff movies, I ended up sharing the screen with the girl. And it turned into a great mommy daughter rape fantasy for viewers.
For once, I got to be the one in charge in a snuff flick. We made a mother daughter snuff flick. And I think it will make Sam thousands of dollars. The premise of the film involved mommy punishing her whore daughter after catching her blowing her step-daddy. Most snuff flicks Sam makes involve men exploring their rape fantasies for teenage girls. Mommy took the lead this time because women can harbor rape fantasies too.
I got to slap and spank the teen ingenue and abuse her tiny holes. What fun I had too. She fought initially but gave into mommy’s strapon punishing her tiny teen holes. She gave into mommy’s fists too. I liked the girl, but she understood what she signed up for. She got paid for the gig. Although I roughed her up a bit, we bonded too. In fact, I spent a few hours after our little teen rape porn concluded, soothing her sore holes with my tongue.
Taboo phone sex Mommy Blair knows how to get coke. Anyone will tell you that, especially my son. We have a love hate relationship my oldest and me. He does these live streams on the darknet called Breaking Blair. It’s a trilogy, but he wanted to give his viewers something new this time. Hence, a new movie called Breaking Blair: Utter Destruction. Even with an unlimited supply of skinny powder, I felt this one.
Since I love him, and I love my cocaine, I wore fishnet thigh highs and 8-inch platform heels for him. Along with the studded dog collar he got me that says MILF. I have not seen him in a few weeks. But he never stays gone for long. Luckily, he brought a big bowl of candy for mommy. My favorite. He informed me all bets were off. So, I knew I better coke up and brace myself for a bumpy ride.
Another ass rape porn night, but not just another one. This night proved to be kicked up to the octane level. He even brought a bag of zip ties. And he did not use them on my wrists or my ankles. Three for my prolapsed asshole, so it stayed on the outside where he did not belong. And the rest he used on my fun bags. The evening did not begin slow either. Punched my boobs like he was Mike Tyson, and my breasts were the opponent right off the bat. Fisted both my prolapsed asshole and cunt simultaneously. His form of foreplay.
However, I needed more coke to survive. At least he lets me get high. My prolapsed asshole became his flesh light. He played games with my zip tied prolapse too like Whack a Mole. One moment he placed his foot on the back of my neck while I snorted a line, and the next moment he shoved my body through a sheet wall. My head hit something hard because I started seeing stars, and blood trickled down my face. I felt like I could fly. As I hung in the air, with two sides of me balancing on other sides of the wall, he fucked my prolapsed asshole some more.
However, I did not catch on immediately that he filmed a gangbang rape porn. He invited about 20 of his viewers to fuck me live on his little flick. I realized it once I could feel a cock in my prolapse and saw him in front of me skull fucking me at the same time. They all used me like a dirty trick and beat me beautiful. I could hear the chimes of tips flooding in from the at home viewers.
Since my son skulled fucked me so hard, he pushed my body through the hole in the wall. I fell to the floor with a thud. Already swollen, battered and bloody, he had only just begun. He pushed my face in the pool of bloody cum on the floor beneath me to lick it up. And with my head down and my ass up, he fucked my urethra next. My fourth hole and my tightest. A few punches to my bladder, and a few more to my face, and I got to snort some more coke for the final act. I did not care that I snorted bloody coke either.
Oh boy the final act nearly killed me. He put a plastic bag over my head and punched me in the face while I struggled to breathe. I know he loves me though. He never breaks my sniffer. My face turned purple and blue. While suffocating me, he continued to force fuck my 4th hole and choked me too. A few throat punches, and he knocked me out.
I woke up with a prolapsed asshole bleeding and full of cum. A swollen face beyond recognition, and cuts and bruises all over my body. I felt like a freight train ran over me. But he left me with all the coke I could need for a few weeks. I told you he loved me.
Ass rape porn stars never get a break. Once someone knows you will trade your ass for a little coke, they no longer will give you cock for free or fuck your pussy anymore. When I met Oscar, he knew my reputation as an anal whore. He told me to show him my ass first. So, I did. I bent over in front of him, opened my ass crack and let my brown eye wink at him.
I never mind giving a guy a sexy striptease. And our time together started off innocently enough. Of course, since all drug dealers and snuff makers know my reputation, nothing that begins innocently stays innocent for long. I focused on his hard cock. Started out with a blowjob. I prayed it did not go anywhere else. My fuck holes needed a break. But no rest for the wicked, right?
Since I am the anal whore torture sex poster girl, Oscar wanted to test my limits. And my desperation for coke. I watched him dip his fist in a vat of Vaseline. I went into panic mode. Anything that begins with a hand in Vaseline means someone’s getting fisted. And the someone was me. However, I took his fist in my ass like a champ. In fact, I took both fists in my asshole like a champ. When he saw that one fist barely made me flinch, he inserted his second fist. He wanted to make me work for that coke.
And work I did. I let him twist his fists so far deep in my shit box, it felt like they might come out my mouth. I knew he planned on fucking my ass too. But that might be the easy part because his cock could not be bigger than his fists. By the time he finished making me work for my coke, my asshole resembled the Grand Canyon. He could fuck me without touching my anal walls. But he decided to piss inside my ass instead.
Since I am a taboo phone sex whore, I am accustomed to anal torture and degradation. In fact, I crave it most days. I acted like I hated every minute of it. But I loved it. And I got my coke too.
