I have the ass for ass rape porn. His words, not mine. The he was this guy I met at a seedy bar. He was not rich, but he had a way for us both to make some fast cash so we could party. And it had to do with my ass. I assumed he meant we could stream some hardcore ass fucking or something. I do that often for guys including my stepson. He did not mean streaming though. He said that would not be instant money because you can’t cash out for 24-48 hours when guys tip and pay for the views. He seemed knowledgeable. I just wanted to party and I knew I would have to pay for that privilege one way or another. He was thinking more like a live gangbang rape porn. Guys in the bar could fuck any hole they wanted for $50. This was a dive bar we were in. I did not think he could get $50 a pop for any of my fuck holes, but I was surprised. Of course, he sweetened the pot with anything goes fucking me. He told them that they could choke me, fist me, piss on me, even shit in my mouth if they wanted to do that. He billed me as an anything goes whore for the right price. Oh, we got drug money. More drug money than we needed. Even when we had a few hundred to score with, he was still whoring me out because it was easy money. Easy for him. Not easy at all for me. I did all the work. I ate dirty assholes. I swallowed a gallon of piss, and way more cum. I was fisted. I was fucked. I was sodomized with beer bottles. One guy gave me a beer enema. It was anal torture sex. Just different dudes and a different day and a different place. But, I got the party money.
I am a gangbang rape porn star. It does not matter if I want it or not. Anal whores make more money than women who will only let guys fuck their cunts. I recently tried escorting. I did not use filters or anything. I am not out to catfish guys. Just need money. I have no real job. I do phone sex and that is it. Not enough to support my coke habit. My husband covers all the household expenses, but he will never pay for my coke habit. The adult word and the seedy underworld of snuff pays for my coke. I have too much of a coke addiction for taboo phone sex alone to pay for it, so I sometimes do snuff flicks and escort. I am too old for the GFE or sugar daddy guys. I am too used up for the mommy whore guys. So, when I escort, I am getting the men with violent fantasies. The men who want to beat a woman up or destroy her fuck holes.
My date last night was with one guy, but he arranged for about ten of his friends to use me up too. He thought since he was paying for a whore, that I would not mind being treated like a whore. Not like I had a choice or that I could fight him. It was 11 against one. 11 men sodomized me and abused my fuck holes for $200. That was about $20 a guy and even street whores can make more money than that. Don’t get me wrong, $200 is $200. I know beggars cannot be choosers, but that was a lot of work from me for $200. My ass was left prolapsed and bloody. My cunt is still swollen like it got into a fight with Mike Tyson. I have bruises around my neck from where they choked me. I look like a snuff porn star who barely made it out alive. I feel like one too. But, like I said, $200 is $200. I left my date’s place and went straight to a drug dealer.
I was making a snuff porn this weekend with two dudes who were higher than me. That almost never happens. I am usually the highest one in any room. These dudes were not coke heads like me. They were meth heads, and those kinds of druggies are a much different breed. It made them violent. So violent, that they went way off script. I was doing this for money to fuel my coke fund. I guess the guys were too. When I was shocked, it was supposed to be fake. The guy was supposed to touch like the wood base I was on between my legs. Instead, he shoved the thing in my ass and turned it on full blast. I am an ass rape porn star, but getting an electric prod shoved a foot deep in my asshole was nothing I could ever prepare for. My entire body shook. Pretty sure shit and piss flew out of my ass on to him, but he did not seem to mind. He was too fucked up to care. I was wishing I was that fucked up. The director loved it. Said it made for a better snuff flick. While I was getting sodomized and shocked, I was getting skull fucked by Meth Head number 2. He had a big cock and he wanted me to know it. I thought I might puke. I mean he shoved his dick so hard in my throat that it felt like I was getting choked while getting fucked. I was not going anywhere. I was double penetrated by two high guys. They had strong hands holding me down on their cocks. I was struggling to get loose, but they were rabbit fucking me and they were not going to show me any mercy. I was focusing on the money and the coke. Meth heads can apparently jack hammer fuck holes for a long time. I felt like a snuff sex doll. I was one. A sore one by the time they nutted. I got paid and ran out of there as fast as I could
Snuff phone sex is the bulk of my calls. Guys love to abuse this red-headed milf. I am willing. Normally, I am too fucked up to give consent, but no is not something I say much. Some young boys from the neighborhood asked me if I wanted to party with them the other night. I thought maybe they needed me to buy them some booze. They were all young enough to be my sons. Apparently, they had all heard the rumors about me. Some of those rumors had some truth to them, and others were straight out of a fiction novel, but I enjoyed being part of the local folklore. The boys thought I starred in real life snuff movies. I had to explain to them that if I had, I would not be drinking with them right now. Sometimes, I wished I was dead because of the torture I have endured, but I have more than 9 lives clearly. We were getting high and drinking beer by a bonfire, when one teen boy got up and punched me. Sucker punched me. I never saw it coming. I thought these were just normal horny teen boys who needed an adult to buy them beer. They did need me to buy them beer, but they were a far cry from normal boys. These were violent boys who went Clockwork Orange on me out of nowhere. I fell backyards from the punch, landing in the dirt and the rest of them started kicking me while I was down. Some boy stomped on my head a few times until I was seeing stars and hearing a deafening ringing in my ears. While I was curled up in a ball on the dirt, they ripped my clothes off and showed me their violent rape phone sex fantasies. Young schoolboys just like my sons. But these boys had your dark desires. All night they fucked my pussy and my ass. They pissed on me. They beat me. They laughed at me. When they left, one of them said, maybe I would finally live up to my reputation as a snuff queen.
This taboo phone sex whore was in party mode for the holiday weekend. I prepared myself. I knew I had to start early. So, on Tuesday I started whoring out my body for coke. I went to the local truck stop. That place is always sort of a last resort. It is seedy. Not that I have not been in some seedy places before. This truck stop is just on the wrong side of the tracks. It is full of black men. I am not talking about your typical black man. These guys are Niggers. I am not racist. A black man’s coke snorts just as good. Niggers are just in that gangbang mentality. They love to fuck up a white bitch. I had on a tight top, a mini skirt, high heels and no panties. Easy access. I started walking through cab bays looking for men with rape phone sex fantasies for a ginger milf.
I had guys inviting me to their cabs left and right. I preferred to get fucked in the open bay areas so I would not be drugged and sold to some sex trafficker. These men were hung, horny and brutal, just like I expected them to be. They were more than willing to share their cock with a lot lizard whore, but they made me work for it. More than I have ever worked for it too. Black men love me. I think the reason they do is because I am a white whore. Not just because of the color of my skin, but because I am fond of white powder too. Snow queen they started calling me as I snorted lines of powder off their black cocks after they had been in my asshole. I made an interracial gangbang rape porn. Sure, I am sore as fuck. But coke takes away all the pain.
Auditioning for snuff movies can be brutal. I hate the casting couch auditions, but it is part of the process. I am a submissive and desperate woman. I cannot get coke the normal way. I either need to fuck and degrade myself for a couple bumps, or whore myself out however I can for money to buy coke. I am not a fan of snuff flicks, but they pay well and, on the spot, once the film is done. I knew this guy was no Steven Spielberg. He was just an amateur living out his dream of brutalizing a woman. Most snuff flicks are like this. And it is a gamble with your life. You never know what may happen. This was a nerdy guy. Total incel vibe. This was likely the only way he could fuck a woman. This computer geek incel dudes are the worst though. So filled with rage because women reject them. They somehow think women owe them their pussies if they smile at them. But I needed coke. If snuff porn was the means to the end, it was what it was. I got the job, but in hindsight it was not worth it. He just wanted to beat a woman. I was the target of all his years of rage. He tied me up so I could not escape. I saw the cash on the table. I was his willing accomplice. He just needed a desperate whore to beat up who would not go to the police. I never go the police. Snitches get stitches. I did not snitch, but I still got stitches. He beat me so hard; my face is unrecognizable. Today, I am swollen and purple. He fucked me too. Forced his cock in my ass for an added ass rape porn scene. I had to go to the ER for stitches. I have a broken ankle too. I told the ER docs I fell down my basement stairs doing laundry. Told my husband the same thing. If he found out I let a man do this to me for coke money, he would leave me. I will heal. I always heal.
Kidnapping phone sex is a secret fetish of mine. Most men who snatch up women, want girls, or maybe coeds. You know, fresh meat. But Max wanted a milf. I thought he was going to kill me or even worse, sell me on the black market for the sex trade when he snatched me walking home from the corner market. I had just gone to the store late at night for a pack of cigarettes. I sneak out at night when my husband and boys are asleep. This time, Max was waiting. He needed a milf whore for his dark fantasies. He had spotted me a few weeks ago and has been stalking me ever since. I just was not paying attention to my surroundings. He had a taboo phone sex fantasy he needed to act out, and I was his perfect prey. I fought and screamed, but no one heard me, or no one cared. He shoved me in the trunk of his car. I was so scared that I pissed myself. I was sober. I knew this was not some sort of dream or warped fantasy. I just got nabbed. I was pounding on the trunk from the inside. I felt like I was suffocating. Perhaps, I was. We got someplace where the car did not move for a long time. Eventually, he pulled me out of the trunk and dragged me by my hair across a gravel road. We were in some shack. Like a dirty, rustic old fishing cabin. It smelled like death. Maybe, I was going to die. Maybe, I was not the first woman here. He left me tied and gagged for what seemed like forever. Then suddenly, there were a bunch of other men in this cabin. They had their dicks out, and I heard one man say something about a milf gangbang rape porn. I was in trouble. I was sober. I was going to feel all of it. They sodomized me for hours. Fisted my fuck holes when they could no longer get it up. Some one filmed it. Another live stream, but this time not for my stepson. I was choked too, so I kept drifting in and out of consciousness. I woke up the next day naked in the woods near the highway. I was left to fend for myself and find my way back home.
Strangulation phone sex is oddly popular. I am not into erotic asphyxiation. I do not wish to be strangled by anyone, but as a whore, I never get the choice of what I want sadly. I found myself in Chuck’s dungeon. That room is a nightmare for any woman. It is full of nasty instruments and equipment to torture a woman. He is the king of rough sex. I just wanted to share some blow with him. I did not want to die. I did not want my ass prolapsed. I did not want choked either. But guess what? He did all that and more. He was in a sick mood. I am okay with sick moods, but this was full on torture sex, and I was not high enough. At least my stepson gets me high before he ruins me. Chuck wanted me to feel the pain because he is sadistic. I am not a pain slut like many girls. I don’t want to feel a thing. I want to be so coked up that I am wondering what the fuck you did to me the night before.
Chuck tied me up to a bench in a contorted pose sure to give me joint pain and risk a fracture. I hate him with a passion, but I was desperate for coke. He is a last resort sort of man. While tied up on that bench he fucked my ass and choked me. I passed out a few times. I remember because I was fucking sober. I never realize how much rough anal hurts. I am usually so fucked up that I cannot feel the pain. This ass rape porn star remembers everything that happened to her in Chuck’s dungeon. Fuck my life, why did I have to go to him? I have huge purple marks on my throat from his hands. I have rope burns on my extremities. And do not even get me started on my asshole.
I don’t always love being my son’s streaming ass rape porn star, but I love him. Plus, he has the best coke. He has been taking care of me for years. Sure, I must endure some abuse, but he always makes sure that I am high enough to not feel the pain until the next day. I love my boy. He had some primo coke last night and he wanted to share it with his favorite mommy whore. I did a few lines quickly to get my body in the right condition for his live stream. He had over 800 individual men watching and tipping for the show. I stood in front of the camera without a care in the world because I was high. High enough for the anal torture sex to begin. I shit out my asshole for him. I squat and grunt like I am taking a dump, and because my asshole has been used so much when I do that it pops out. I could hear the dings of payments as men watched my asshole prolapse. My son put a zip tie on it so I could not suck it back in. When he started fucking my prolapsed hole, the chimes were dinging nonstop with tips. But anal torture was not all that was happening to me. Things got physical. Very physical. My son loves the colors purple and blue, so he punched me a few dozen times. Nothing hard enough to break my sniffer or ribs, just hard enough to plump up my lips and turn me pretty colors. I felt nothing. I was high as a kite and enjoying the attention and quality mother son time. According to my son, I am 4-hole wonder. He wanted to fuck my pee hole, so he did. It is the tightest hole I have. Can you believe that? Sounding devices, fingers and eventually his cock went into my tiniest hole. Today, I can hardly move, and I cannot pee without crying, but I have enough coke to dull all the pain. My boy always gives me a brutal, but hot taboo phone sex call.
I love roleplay phone sex calls. I am a druggy whore. I do anything for blow or anything for cash to buy coke. Ian approached me in a bar. He needed me to roleplay his mistress for him. I was confused. Why would he not just fuck me if he wanted a mistress? He offered me money and I was desperate. I was prepared to fuck him. I wanted to fuck him so I could say I earned my money. But he did not need a real mistress. He just needed me to act like I was with him last night and like we have fucked for months. It took me a bit to realize that he just needed an alibi for his estranged wife. Their daughter is claiming daddy is diddling her every night after she goes to bed. Daddy does not live with them right now. He sneaks in though. I guess he took care of making sure not to be caught on traffic cams or household security cameras either. He did not think his daughter would remember what was going on in the middle of the night. But she woke up a few times while daddy was on top of her exploring his rape phone sex fantasies. I was just vouching that there was no way he was at their house last night because he spent the night with me. It was really a twisted role play I landed myself in the middle of. But I was in it, and I had no way out that would not end me up in trouble if I said it was all a lie. This guy told his wife maybe if there is any truth to their daughter’s story it was not him, but her new beau. Oh. He wanted to fuck his daughter and frame her boyfriend so he could sue for custody and have his own fuck doll at home with him all the time. I had no idea if it would work. But it could work. It was kind of genius. He could have a very young teen rape porn star living with him thanks to my acting skills. I just did it for the coke money. I told him I could keep being his alibi for a regular contribution to my coke fund. What do I care if he is turning his young daughter into his private whore. Isn’t that what daughters are for?
