Anal torture phone sex hurts like hell. But then guys do not treat me like their sugar baby GFE. However, they do treat me like their mommy whore. My stepson paid me a visit last night. Anytime my husband leaves to go out of town, I can count on my evil stepson showing up. I think he planted a bug in the house because he knows things before anyone tells him.
The house alarm went off in the middle of the night, startling me awake. Before I could grab the gun my husband keeps in the night table, hands covered my mouth. I heard my stepson tell me not to scream. Not that I would have anyway. My young teen sons were asleep down the hall. I did not want to wake them. For a moment I thought I was dreaming because it felt like a scene from a home invasion phone sex fantasy.
It was just my stepson though and a few of his bodies. I could smell the alcohol on them. I looked at the clock. Not long past bars’ closing times. Drunk and horny is never a good combination for me. I saw no cameras, so this was not a live stream for money. Horny boys need warm wet holes. And they never mind taking what they need, especially from a mommy whore like me.
They took turns fucking my pussy and ass. My stepson and his friends concluded that I had no tight holes anymore. But they figured out a way to make me feel tight again. The only way to make my used-up holes feel tight again was with triple penetration. Two cocks in the ass and two in the cunt. I felt that pain. In the moment, I felt like a dirty ass rape porn star. My ass gaped from two grown cocks inside it. Fighting back the tears, I pleaded with them to stop.
My stepson loves it when I cry. In his sadistic mind, it means he found my breaking point. That cock that was in my cunt, was now in my asshole too. Three cocks in my ass at once. No lube either. My pussy’s cream dripped down my taint into my gaping asshole. Thank goodness for small miracles. And just like that. The boys came and went. I would have believed it was a dream if not for the fact that I woke up to a bloody, cum filled asshole this morning.
When I started in the adult business, I was known as an ass rape porn star. Many guys still know me as the red-headed anal porn star they jerked off to when they were teenagers. Sometimes, I get recognized. The other night, I was in soccer mom mode. My boys were with me at the movies, when this guy approached me. I thought he knew my boys because he did not look much older than them.
Turns out the boy recognized me from some of my hardcore anal porns. He told me to ditch the boys and come to his party he was having later. I did as he suggested because I was in the mood to party. Soccer mom by day and party mom at night. I showed up to the address he gave me, but there was no party. He invited me in, super excited that I showed up. It was just him and a few friends.
Some of my gangbang rape porn was playing on the TV. These boys switched personalities quickly. One guy threw me down on the ground and the rest of the boys pulled their cocks out and pissed on me. I should have not accepted the offer, but I was dumb once again. They wanted to make a homemade video with me as the star. One of the guys filmed them pissing on me.
When I acted like I did not like it, they got rougher with me. They pulled at my limbs as started to force fuck me. They did not see me as a mother or even a normal woman. To them, I was nothing but fuck meat. Rape fantasy meat to use. These guys appeared to be college age, but they were so brutal with my holes. They fisted both my holes at once and laughed when I bled and cried.
I pleaded for mercy. But they did not stop until they all came a couple times. And even then, they continued to fuck me with beer bottles. When they passed out, I gathered my tattered clothes and left. It should not surprise me, but those guys were awfully brutal for their young age. I guess never too young for rape phone sex fantasies.
Soccer mom during the day, the star of snuff movies at night. When you look at me, I do not think you would know what a nasty freak I am. My husband knows he married a woman with a past and a dark side. However, he thinks I traded whips and chains for motherhood. If he only knew half of the sick shit I do, he would leave me. I live in fear of that, but that feeling of fear is never strong enough to make me say no snuff films.
My latest flick I regretted ten minutes into it. But at that point, it is way too late to turn back. I needed the money. You see, I am a coke whore. I owed Owen $500. Although that is not much money considering inflation and shit, to a drug dealer, that could cost me a limb or my life if I did not repay it by the end of the week. I had the money, but then blew it getting coke from another dealer.
My life is one big fuck up after another. I had to make this snuff porn to keep my limbs. But this was no ordinary snuff flick. Not that snuff is ordinary porn, but some of them are less violent than others. However, in this film, furry creatures gang banged me. No two-legged men fucked me. I did not sign up for that. In the ad I answered, I saw no mention of 4-legged beasts being my costars.
Honestly, I had no choice. A drug dealer could dismember or murder me. Or I could do a furry gang bang. One red rocket after another penetrated me. Sometimes, two at a time. Like what the fuck is wrong with me. Oh, I know. Everything. I am a nasty freak. And, I have a coke problem. I let those furry beasts hump away. They slobbered all over my neck and back as they fucked me doggystyle. I focused on the money and got through it. I am sure it will not be the last time either. After all, I am a taboo phone sex freak.
Snuff sex occurs when I am high or sober, so why not just always be high? Life is better fucked up. That is sort of my motto. I can snort more lines of cocaine than an Italian gangster in the 70s. But when it comes to drinking, I am a lightweight. I met this snuff director doing a forced intoxication movie. And I somehow thought I would be perfect for the role. Apparently, that was desperation talking. Surprise, I needed coke money.
The director asked me how much I could drink and since I was already high, I told him I had yet to find my limit. Like I said, cocaine? Never a problem but slamming back glasses of bourbon was well out of my comfort zone. I did my best to fake my way through it for the cash. Being a lightweight with alcohol quickly became apparent. I puked everywhere. Picture Linda Blair in the Exorcist after she ate pea soup. That was me without the head spinning around.
The director was not happy I puked. He scolded me. I acted like I thought I was sick from something I ate earlier in the day. I did not want him to think I was not seasoned enough for this kind of snuff porn. However, I failed to fake my way through the movie. The director knew I lied after I puked two more times. Since I ruined his movie, he made a different kind of flick than he intended. I stared in a violent gang bang, not a drunk sex porn.
I did not make the typical drunk girl asking for it sort of movie. This flick resembled a snuff kind of gang bang. Where in the world 50 men came from suddenly, I will never know. But in the blink of an eye, a bunch of rough looking bikers packed the room to fuck this inebriated whore. Another movie scene flashed in my head. The one where Jodie Foster makes a gangbang rape porn on the pinball machine in the back of some seedy bar.
I am glad I was shitfaced. Otherwise, I would have felt every cock gaping and shredding my pussy and ass. Lesson learned the hard way. Never lie about being a seasoned drinker. I am just lucky I did not drown in my own puke or die from alcohol poisoning.
Accomplice phone sex makes me wet. It is better to be the helper than the victim. I am accustomed to the latter. Being the accomplice is more fun. I guess I am at that age where the seedy crowd I hang with finds me over the hill. I am in my early 40s. Although I do not think that is dead yet, many men do. So, I improvise now when trying to score drugs. I offer up my pussy and if that is not good enough, I promise to bring back something young and tight.
My primary drug dealer stated he still wants to fuck my old holes, but sometimes he craves teen rape porn. And yesterday was one of those days. I gave him what he wanted too. A woman can lure young girls away easier than any man. We do not present a stranger danger to them. Not in the same way you would. I drove around in my soccer mom car until I saw this little teen twat bullying another girl. In that moment, I decided my dealer would love her fuck holes. And he did.
The girl got in the car with me because she knew one of my teen sons. I felt badly lying to the girl, but she seemed like a twat. Women need to hold young girls accountable for stealing their men. Anyway, I knew this girl would not survive the night. So, I was not worried that she would turn me into the police. She could not rat me out, buried ten feet under the ground.
My dealer loved her. He thought she was the perfect mix of sugar and spice. She made his dick hard and that was all I cared about. An erection for my dealer means coke for me. My dealer explored his rape phone sex fantasies for hot teen twat last night and I helped him. What did I care? I got my coke. I did need to dispose of the body afterwards. But that was no big deal if I was getting a big bag of coke for my efforts. Keep me coked up and I will bring you anything you want.
I love bad babysitter phone sex. I have been supplementing my income lately. My husband told me that if I wanted coke, I had to pay for it myself. I have whored myself out so much my fuck holes are all loose. Most men will not trade me sex for coke anymore. So, I started babysitting. No, babysitting is not how I make my coke money. I find a cute girl or boy, and I auction off their fuck holes. It is like Ebay on the dark web. I take pictures of them, and who bids the highest gets to come over the next time I babysit that brat. I am selling rape phone sex fantasies. Men pay for those tight virginal holes. Way more than they ever did for my fuck holes. I had this guy bid a few grand to fuck this cute little boy’s ass. Last night was my second night sitting for him. People trust me. I am a mom. I may be a mom, but I am a druggy whore first. This boy was not my son. What did I care what happened to him if I got enough money to stay coked up 365 days of the year? I drugged the boy. I gave him a laxative to clean him out and it was mixed with Valium to knock him out. His butthole would be sore, but it would just look like he had a bad case of diarrhea, which is what I would tell the parents. This boy was cute. He was not awake for the ass rape porn part of the night, but that was how I planned it. My high bidder got to pop the ass cherry of a young boy. I got paid so I could get coke. And that boy will have a sore asshole for a few days. No real damage done, and he will not remember a thing. What would you pay me to fuck a young boy or girl?
When I get a domination phone sex call, it often means that I am about to be used and abused. I am a submissive mommy. I get abused on and off the phone. Men have been using this whore for decades. Last night, I got to be in the driver’s seat. My caller wanted mommy to give him some cock and ball torture. That is something I enjoy. I helped a guy castrate himself on the phone once. Why a guy would want to do that I am not sure, but I sure did enjoy it. I have lots of pent-up anger and aggression that I expel on calls like this. Castration phone sex and cock and ball torture let me release years of aggression. I put on my highest heels to trample Ted’s worthless balls. He is a pain slut. So am I, and I think pain sluts inflict the best pain because we know what hurts so good. I did a little dance on Ted’s balls. I made sure to dig my spiked heel into each ball. Once I deflated his worthless testicles, I moved to his ass. I had him insert one of his wife’s heels inside his asshole so it would feel like me shoving my spiked heel up his worthless ass. He did it too. He sent me a pic and it was not pretty. He ruined her heel. It was covered in shit and blood, which I made him spit shine clean. His shit stained the white pump though. No way his wife would not notice. I can only wish that she will punish him the way I did. This little loser deserves all the cock and ball torture sex he can get. I was on a roll. I snorted lines of coke and mutilated his cock and balls. It felt good to give back for once. I better not let it get to my head though. I know that one or two CBT sessions does not make me a dominant bitch.
Snuff porn and fireworks anyone? I love the Fourth of July. I am in party mode. Okay, more of a party mode than usual. I blew through my first bag of coke quickly. You would have thought I was Al Pacino in Scarface. I called my son. I knew he would bring his mommy some coke. I also knew that mommy’s ass might pay the price. But who gives a fuck about the price if you are too numb to feel it, right? My son was in the mood to party with his mommy whore even though it was daylight. We had partied together the night before, so this was like a continuation. He wanted to stream our season. I never care. I know the viewers loves his ass rape porn mommy. I was starting to show the black and blue marks from the night before. My asshole was still prolapsed with a zip tie on it. I got in front of the camera after I buried my face in the big bowl of coke. I started twerking my ass so that my rosebud danced. No doubt it was painful, but with all the good coke my son gave me, I was feeling no pain. Not even when he took a cattle prod to it giving it an electrical shock. I felt some pressure discomfort, but no real pain. That was about to change. I thought maybe he would shove fireworks up my ass, but that did not happen. Thank God for small favors. He put a plastic bag over my head and got out the wooden paddle. He played whack a mole with my prolapse. He even whacked my ribs a few times to the sound of astonishing tips from the viewing audience. Once I was suffocating to the point of near collapse, then my son would whack my prolapse and let me come up for air. It was torture sex on me, but I know that is what makes my son all his money. I do not mind being his cash cow if I can be his coke whore too.
Bondage phone sex is fun for me. On the phone, it is just fantasy. Sometimes, I get so fucked up that I forget where fantasy ends, and reality begins. I think because I did a fantasy on the phone, I can do it in real life. It never works out that way. When I saw an ad for a bondage whore, I applied. I thought I could handle it. I needed the money for some fun money. Well, coke money. That is my fun money. The guy just wanted to photograph a woman utilizing his new bondage equipment. He is a designer of BDSM equipment. I would be helping him promote his new line. Seemed like the most legit gig of my life. It was not legit. He did make bondage equipment, but the ad was just a ploy to get a snuff sex whore for personal use. He did tie me up and take photographs. But it was what he did in between shots that had me wishing I had never seen his ad. He used a spider gag in my mouth so he could piss down my throat and I could do nothing but swallow it. He put a labia spreader strap on me, pulling my cunt lips apart so he could fist me. He did use lube but got his arm inside of me elbow deep. I felt that. He has a big arm. I thought he might pull my girl parts out with him. He was taking pictures, but I knew this was for his personal spank bank. He put me in his metal stockade so he could fuck me ass. He shoved his cock in and out of my asshole using one his new floggers on my back. My ass got a better work out than an ass rape porn star. I got my money, but this bondage experience was nothing like a phone call. A call never left me bruised, battered and sore as fuck.
Rape phone sex fantasies are common in men like you, especially when you see a woman like me. I am a party mom. I am high more often than sober. I fuck a lot of guys. I fuck my sons too, but I get that not all women fuck their boys. I understand how sexually frustrating it must be for a young boy to see his mother spreading her legs for everyone but him. I am no cock teasing mommy. But there are many out there. I never mind role playing the mother who finally gets what is coming to her. Sometimes, I met men in the real world who feel just like my callers do-resentful of mommy for fucking every other young boy but him. I got to do a hot roleplay phone sex scenario with this guy and his friends. It was like straight out of a caller’s fantasy, but this was in a seedy bar bathroom instead. Th guy offered me coke to live out one of his darkest fantasies. I was high but wanted to be higher, so I took the coke and ran with it. My son caught me fucking all his school friends. I was being a wasted, gangbang whore for his friends, but ignoring the horny boy I had at home. My son decided to fuck his mommy in front of his friends. He wanted to show his friends that mommy belonged to him first. I was down for that. With his friends’ cum dripping off my body, my boy through me down on the ground and fucked my ass. He shoved his cock in my ass like a dirty ass rape porn star. I screamed in pain, but the friends did not stop my boy. They enjoyed watching a mommy whore get what was coming to her. It was a hot role play with a bunch of random strangers. I got fucked and I got coke. How could I complain?
