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?
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.
