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.
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.
