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.
I do not consider myself a gangbang rape porn star, but strangers have gangbanged me more times than I can count. Druggy whores make easy targets. Over the weekend, I got pretty high and smashed. I rarely drink, so a few drinks made me anyone’s for the taking. Somehow, in my drunken stupor, I lost my key fob to the car. I tried calling AAA, but if they sent a locksmith to recreate the key, it would cost like $500 dollars. But I needed what cash I had on me to score more coke.
I decided to leave my car at the bar and take the subway which would get me a few blocks from home. This taboo phone sex mommy made a wrong decision again. Even late at night the subway appeared crowded. Perhaps because a bunch of folks got drunk and did not want to drive. While waiting for the train, a bunch of yuppie type looking men decided to fuck with the drunk milf. Mixture of men black and white. Younger than me too.
At first, they just groped me. But one of them took out his phone to film the assault. Once the camera rolled, these young men started getting more violent with me. And their cocks came out of their pants. I screamed for help, but only a group of black women heard me. Instead of helping me, they egged the guys on to force fuck me. They called me names and joined in on the filming. So much for women helping women.
As they grabbed my boobs and pulled my hair, they tore my clothes off my body. Next thing I knew, cocks entered my pussy, mouth and ass. And all at the same time. On the subway platform, I became a public disgrace. Cum shots to my face. They spit on me too. Slapped my face repeatedly. And made me feel like I just starred in an ass rape porn video. I guess I did since so many folks filmed me instead of helping me.
Now, I know better than to take the subway late at night. My first and last time doing that. I managed to get home, but I looked like a dumpster fire. Thank goodness my husband and sons slept through me coming home.
Bondage phone sex ties me up and gets me in trouble. I would not call myself a bondage whore. But I do enjoy photo shoots. Of course, they pay well, and it is no secret that I need the money for drugs. I never know though what might happen while I am tied up. This one photographer I know has the seediest reputation around. I take a gamble every time I let him tie me up. But he pays the best and he pays cash.
He claims his clients like to see women restrained, and he just gives them what they want to see. Although I believe him, I think he enjoys abusing his subjects in the process. I think he watches ass rape porn a little too much because every time we are together, he destroys my asshole. However, this time, more men than just him fucked my asshole.
His client appeared out of nowhere when my body looked like a beach ball. The photographer enjoys being a sadist. He can tie me up in all sorts of painful positions. At least he lets me do a line of coke beforehand to numb the pain. In the moment, I just felt the cocks ramming my asshole. No real pain. My asshole can handle almost anything. But today? I feel it all. I can barely walk.
Yesterday, however, I just took one cock after another in my asshole. My butthole prolapsed. But that’s not unusual. It goes back into place with the push of a thumb or cock. Although I consider myself a gangbang rape porn star, the bondage part of my photo shoot killed me. Today, I am sporting rope burns and ligature marks. I can barely walk. I might have dislocated a shoulder from the pain I am expressing. But I got paid enough to buy a big bag of coke and make the pain go way. Until maybe you remind me what I am here for.
Men call me for domination phone sex daily. I am an old whore who needs a man to dominate her. Perhaps, my stepson is to blame for that. I do not know when I became so submissive. My days as a schoolgirl appeared normal. Well, not all normal. I did have a coke head mother who fucked my brother all through my young years. But no one beat me or forced me to fuck or anything like that.
In fact, when I married my husband, I fucked who I wanted. It was not until my stepson started blackmailing me that I became the submissive whore you know today. He comes in and out of my life, but he has the best coke and every encounter he becomes more and more liberal with how much he gives me too. We recently had a three night Breaking Blair marathon. I thought he might really break me too. I am his cash cow. Our snuff sex shows make him bank.
I do not mind though. He’s my family. I know he loves me. Even if he loves seeing me black and blue more. When he came over for part three of our live stream the other night, I was already covered in bruises from the previous two nights. Our fans loved that though. I aways think he can never be rougher on me than the time before. And I am always wrong too.
But in his defense, he does coke me up better than anyone. The big bowl of primo coke called my name as our stream began. I snorted so much coke you would think I was Pablo Escobar. I told the audience not to worry about me because I was willing. Maybe in the beginning of our encounters, I seemed more reluctant. But now I know what he does is out of love. I never feel much of anything anyway until the next day. His coke is that good.
However, I am pretty sure he broke some bones this time around. Not that I am complaining. Again, I had some great coke. We did the usual anal torture sex stuff first. That gets his viewers going. But then he really threw a bunch of punches. Not my face though. He would never break my nose. I need my sniffer too much. But my ribs were fair game. I think he gets hard hearing bones crack. He made a pretty penny off our three day Breaking Blair live stream.
Although, I am sore as fuck, I know he will take care of me. My stepson loves me. I love him. When I am 100 years old with my tits bigger than my head, he will still fuck me up and coke me up too.
I love good roleplay phone sex. Being a submissive whore on a snuff site means I get to explore all kinds of dark fantasies. Yesterday, I got to be witch, which I enjoyed thoroughly. My caller had a creative fantasy for us. He picked me up at a bar with the intention of force fucking me once I was passed out. But he picked the wrong woman to abuse, because I have magical powers.
Once we arrived at his place, I became more cognizant of his evil intentions. But this was not happening to me. No way would a powerful witch let a mere mortal loser explore his snuff phone sex or rape fantasies with her. Even though I was tied up and stripped naked, I could control my attacker with my mind. The mind is more powerful than anyone thinks. I made him regret trying to fuck me against my will.
While under my mind control, I got him to start slapping himself. The dumb loser had no idea I was controlling him. My gaze never lifted from him. I made him go into the kitchen and grab the biggest knife he could find. However, I bet you know what this witch bitch made him do next, don’t you? I looked him dead in the eyes, and with my mind, I made him chop off his own cock.
Although he still had me tied up, I enjoyed watching him bleed everywhere. His body went into shock from the pain and blood loss. As I struggled to get free, I enjoyed his suffering. Because I was a powerful witch, I could turn the pain and suffering he planned to inflict on me, back on him. It feels good to watch someone else suffer for a change.
I do not get many castration phone sex calls, but when I do, I get so much pleasure out of them. It feels good to take the power back that men steal from me sometimes. Even though this was his fantasy, castrating men who have abused me in the past is my biggest fantasy ever.
Torture sex with my stepson is never fun. Well, at least not the next day. In the moment, I never feel a thing. However, this morning, I feel like a truck ran over me. I made a little streaming movie last night called Breaking Blair. I thought it sounded like fun. Of course, I did not register much after I heard he had a huge bowl of premium coke for me. My boy enjoys feeding me coke. I know he loves me, but I know I am his cash cow too.
This old mommy whore was busy getting high as fuck, so I did not notice him setting up all the equipment for our streaming movie. When I came up for air, the snuff sex started. My stepson told me he felt even crueler than the last time. Last time was just a few days ago, and I have yet to heal from Breaking Blair part one. The black and blue and purple marks on my body turn him on. Clearly, from all the Bitcoin dings, my beat-up old body turned his viewers on too.
I never felt the beating. However, I do think I heard a rib crack last night. And I felt my teeth fly out of my mouth when he hit me square in the jaw. Of course, the coke helped numb the pain. And I was numb. My boy racked up the Bitcoins though. He made me push my asshole out. I am such an old used up ass rape porn star that all I need to do is push like I’m taking a shit, and my asshole prolapses on its own.
Once my asshole was inside out, he put the zip tie on it to keep it in place. Damn, that hurt. I snorted some more coke to numb the pain as he used my prolapse like a punching ball. He was in a Mike Tyson from the 80s mode. When he fucked my prolapsed asshole, the dings from Bitcoins started going off like wind chimes. However, the Bitcoin frenzy hit its peak when he fucked my pee hole. According to my stepson, it’s my 4th hole, and my only tight hole.
I think my stepson broke Blair. That was his goal. It took two nights, and lots of cocaine, but I can barely move today. I am covered head to toe in bruises. I feel like I might have some broken bones. And I am all sorts of colors, and my bruises have bruises. But I did get a lot of coke from my boy, so the night was not a loss for this old whore.
I enjoy taboo phone sex. Perhaps, I enjoy it a little too much. Recently, I had the chance to be the one in control. Since that rarely happens, I took it. This guy I know needed my help. I could not figure out what a drug dealer needed my help with, but I was game. He promised me a large bag of coke for my assistance with a home manner. My curiosity got the better of me. Well, my coke addiction got the better of me because I agreed knowing that this man is sadist.
Perhaps, I should have thought about it more. When I arrived, he had a young teen girl bound and gagged on the floor. Turns out the girl saw too much, now he did not know what to do with her. I am no snuff porn queen. I do not kill girls. However, I had a good suggestion for him. I suggested he profit off her teen holes. Then once he made some money off his young witness, he could sell her to this this guy we both know who then sells girls to a sex trader.
Although he loved my idea, I still felt guilty. I am a mother and an aunt. This girl could be my daughter. But in the dark world I play in, I fight for survival. This guy could easily kill me too. However, the girl he found harder to kill since she is his daughter’s BFF. Stupid girl attempted to blackmail her BFF’s daddy. At least my plan kept her alive. Perhaps she would end up wishing I killed her. But in my mind the sex trade was a better option than death.
I gave her an enema and a bath. And I dressed her in a cute schoolgirl outfit. I got her looking like fresh fruit ripe for picking. My quasi drug dealer saw her in a different light after I cleaned her up and made her look more innocent. He wanted to fuck her first. He turned her into an ass rape porn star before letting other men test the merchandise. Although he liked my plan, he changed it a bit. Sell her to the highest bidder and be done with her.
Every man he invited to the auction fucked her holes. I did not agree with letting her be used for free. But he told me this was just so the men at the auction would understand what they were bidding on. I had no choice but to help him. Sure, I felt bad for the girl. But she did try to blackmail one of the most notorious drug dealers around. One of the men at the auction bought her for $1 million. Now, she is a private sex slave. Her disappearance made front page news today. But no one will find her because now she is in Dubai being used every day. I saved her life though. Or did I?
I am a taboo phone sex mommy whore. No limits with me ever. That even includes when I am sober. However, I am rarely sober. I have been a coke fiend since I was in high school. My mother gave me my first bump as a teen girl. She told me a little white powder would make life easier for me. And she was right.
Thursday night I needed to hustle to get some coke for the weekend. My sons planned a back-to-school party for some of their friends.If I was going to keep up with a bunch of high school boys, I needed coke. It is not a party unless mommy Blair acts like a gangbang rape porn star. However, my dealer was nowhere to be found. No clue why he ghosted my texts. But because he would not respond to me, I had to see this other guy.
Ugh, I hate Darrell. He is a black drug dealer that Marcus my regular dealer knows. They are not cut from the same cloth. Marcus loves fucking me. Darrell hates white women. He will fuck them, but not gently. To get the amount of coke I needed to survive the weekend, I had to service Darrell and all his big dicked friends too. I was choking on big black cocks. It felt like I swallowed a baseball bat. Perhaps I did. Marcus. Is a normal size, but Darrell and his friends all have porn star BBCs.
When those cocks fucked my ass, they went straight in my mouth to clean up afterwards. I hate being an ass to mouth whore. Not my thing. But free coke is, so I sucked my shit off those black dicks and acted like I loved every minute of it. After a few hours, their nigger seed was dripping out of my holes and I was puking up cum. Of course, I had to lick up all the cum that spilled from my holes. I did. Licked cum off the floor like a dirty whore.
However, I got my coke. Thank goodness I had a couple days to recuperate before I let teenage boys explore their rape phone sex fantasies with this mommy whore.
Rape phone sex fantasies never bother me. In fact, I encourage mommy rape fantasies. I think it is healthy to explore such dark feelings for mommy. Let’s face it. Most mommies cock tease their sons. I never did. Nor did my mother. I grew up watching her be a whore for my brother and sometimes his friends too. That stuck with me. Some images you can never get out of your mind. Like watching your mother fuck your best friend or a much younger man who is not your daddy.
My sons threw a pool party this past weekend. It was their last hurrah before school begins. I never mind bonus boys in the house. Perhaps that’s because I am mommy whore. One teen boy looked good to me. I did not know him, but obviously one of my sons did. Aggressive boy, which I always appreciate. Even though I am willing to fuck those horny teen boys, this boy wanted me to be less willing. I played the part to get that teenage cock.
Things got out of hand quickly. What began as rough sex between one teen boy and me, turned into a gangbang rape porn. I thought if I screamed, some boy would come to my rescue, especially one of my sons. Even though those boys saw me struggling to get away, they did not help me. Instead, they joined the fun and fucked me too. Now I really was struggling to get free. About 20 teenage boys fucked me for hours.
Teen boys do not care where their cocks go. I had multiple cocks in all my holes. Perhaps I could have screamed louder, but my cries got muffled from multiple cocks in my mouth. Those teenage savages gapped my asshole wide. That led to fisting mommy’s asshole like she was an ass rape porn star. I felt like I made a porn movie in my bedroom. Just without any pay or exchange for drugs. My sons’ friends used me as their private cum receptacle and toilet. I guess I need to be careful what I ask for.
