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.
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.
