Ass rape porn stars do not get a break, not even when there is a city-wide power outage. I was in the dark for a few days. A winter storm came through town, effecting a lot of folks throughout the Midwest. My stepson came over to check on us and brought flashlights and batteries. I knew that was a ruse. He was there to fuck me up. He is getting bolder and bolder. He will fuck me right under his father’s nose. My husband is clueless about his son’s hatred for me. He is always clueless about what a dirty coke whore I am too. My stepson is blackmailing me, so if he has rape phone sex fantasies for me while in my house, I have no choice but to give in to me. He pulled me down to the basement while my husband and sons were preparing a bonfire outside to cook dinner. With only the soft glow of a candle, my stepson forced his cock into my ass first. He never uses lube. It is never about my pleasure though. He just wants to use me as his fuck doll. I was up against the cold washing machine getting ass fucked to death. He was choking me too. He hates me. In my own basement, my stepson violated each hole I have while choking me. I had no doubt that there was a blue mark around my neck. Nothing I could do but hope that in the dark none of my family would notice. My stepson came twice inside me before I had to go back outside and cook dinner with a smile on my face. My husband and sons were clueless that I had just been used like a blow-up doll and had cum running down my legs. I am taboo phone sex mommy and druggy whore.
When you are an underground ass rape porn star, men go savage on your holes. They assume you can handle it because you have been around the block. I was slumming the other night at some hole in the wall bar. I was hoping to find some dudes down to party with me. Some older dudes wanted to dance. I blew them off. Old white dudes often have dick issues and they rarely party anymore. I did not think they were who I should be spending my time with because they likely did not have coke or hard cocks, LOL. I was not there to be wasting my time. They sent over a drink, and I thought a free drink is a free drink. I started to not feel well as I was dancing with some men closer to my age. I got dizzy, so I excused myself to the bathroom. I began puking. I heard someone come into the bathroom, but assumed it was another girl. It was the old men I blew off. All 5 of them pushed their way into the bathroom. This had gangbang rape porn written all over it. Suddenly, they did not look as friendly as they did when I blew them off. They pulled the door off my stall and threw me against the wall. They sodomized me with beer bottles. I was screaming in pain. I was still puking too. I was a hot mess. It hit me that they likely spiked my drink. I got mouthy with them. I told them they had old broken-down dicks and that is why they had to use beer bottles to fuck me. Blood started to trickle down my thighs. I was crying and pleading for mercy. I tried to apologize but it was too late. They said their dicks were not touching a dirty anal whore like me. They said I needed to learn some manners. I do not think I will be going to that bar ever again. I got fucked like a taboo phone sex whore and still got no coke for my pain.
I have violent phone sex fantasies. Do you? I hope so. I have two sides to me. On the one side, I am a suburban soccer mon. I shuffle boys back and forth to games and school and parties. I clean the house, do laundry and cook meals. Boring mom and wife stuff. The other side of me is a druggy whore who loves to fuck strangers for coke. That side of me gets me in trouble often. When I need a fix, I open myself up to the dark desires of men. They know that I need coke. And they make me work for it because nothing is free in this world. I understand that. I am more than willing to be a snuff sex victim or whatever your dark desires may be in exchange for blow. Jackson was the dealer I went to last night. He is a new dealer in my life. The word on the street is that you do not fuck over this man. I was warned not to go see him. But I was desperate. Two dealers were out of product. And another one was in jail. My regular guy is out of town. I was out of coke. I do not cope well sober. I need to keep up with my boys and my husband and my phone sex job. I need that coke, so I went to Jackson. It was a mistake. Dealers I do not know are almost always a mistake. I did get my coke, but I had to be his mommy whore who he fucked mercilessly for being a cock tease. Now, I am a mother, but I am no tease. His mother worked him up so much in his youth that he had all these violent rape phone sex fantasies for her, and I had to fulfill them. I needed coke. I took the beating. I took the ass fucking. I took the choking. I took the fisting. I am a little sore today. Okay, alot sore today, but I have coke to numb the pain.
My oldest son paid me a visit last night. I knew it would not be good either. He does always give his whore mother plenty of coke, but I have to perform like a circus animal for it. He loves to live stream our sessions. I cannot tell him no. I still owe him money for getting my boobs redone. I have these huge perfect boobs now. Well, I did until he wanted to live stream our visit. He loves the sounds of the dings because it means viewers are tipping him. They are not just giving away their money, however. They are paying him to beat his mommy. They want to tip him to hear my ribs crack. They want to tip him to prolapse my asshole. His viewers are hardcore. They are into brutal ass rape porn. Like they watch way too much of it and they forget I am just a soccer mom. I am not a real porn star. To him though I am a real porn star. A snuff one who can handle the pain and abuse. My son had me do line after line of premium coke until I could not feel the pain anymore. If I can feel pain, according to my son, I am not high enough. I did a line off his cock before he brought out the cattle prod. He shoved it right up my ass which made me piss. When I refused to lick my piss off the floor he brought out a baseball bat. I knew he would pulverize me, crushing my ribs until I was choking on my own blood if I did not do as he told me. I got down on my knees and licked up all the piss. My reward was that cattle prod up my ass again but this time on full voltage which turned my asshole inside out. He put a zip tie on my prolapsed ass, and the dings went off again. I pleaded with him to rub a little coke on my ass to dull the pain. He did, but not before he punched it a few times like he was Mike Tyson. I should feel lucky he did not break out the Icy Hot. I survived our session, but barely. My son loves his snuff porn. I guess I am such a good mommy, let him do whatever he wants.
My stepson watches too many snuff movies. They have warped his mind. He used to be a nice guy. Well, maybe not nice to me, but he was not this violent with me when I first married his father. Of course, he was young then. Age has made him more aggressive. Plus, now he loves to punish me. He can do whatever he wants to me because he is blackmailing me. Has been blackmailing me for ions. He has a diary full of dates and indiscretions, even some pictures that would ruin my marriage. I must go when he calls. I must do what he says. I am like his snuff porn stepmom. His cash cow he can use whenever he needs a quick buck. His drug problem is worse than mine and I did not think that was possible. I do a lot of coke. Last weekend, my husband and my sons went away for the weekend for a fishing trip. I stayed home. I never told my stepson about the trip because I knew he would summon me to be his slave while they were gone. I guess he found out somehow and showed up at my place not even an hour after my family left. He had film equipment, bondage equipment and a few men in tow. My stomach sunk because I knew if he had me all day, this would be brutal on my fuck holes. I was right too. He tied me up tighter than a side of beef. He turned the camera on once he got me secure. He ordered the men to fuck me. He was doing another live stream. I assumed he knew these men and vetted them for me, but he just went down to a street corner and paid each guy $50 to fuck his stepmom. They brutalized me. Fucked my ass worse than men in an ass rape porn would fuck a woman. Plus, they used no condoms. They smacked me around too. They shoved fists in my holes. Anything to get the men at home watching tipping. For two days I was tied up and used. Two full days. It was brutal. I know I am a submissive mommy, but one day, my stepson is going to kill me. And who knows, you may be watching it.
Do you have rape phone sex fantasies for mommy? Many guys do. Mommy is a boy’s first cock tease. She leaves the bathroom door open so her son can watch her in the shower or going to the bathroom. Maybe she leaves dirty underwear around so her son can find them easily. Perhaps, she dresses seductively around the house? Maybe she even masturbates loudly or has lovers over so her son knows she is getting fucked. Moms are the ultimate cock teases. I bet you can agree to that. I love helping men explore their rape fantasies for mommy. I had a hot rape fantasy call last night. Mommy was dressing like a sexpot in front of her teenage son and his friends. Mommy got a surprise gangbang rape porn because she cock teased the wrong boys. I must admit that the fantasy call got this real-life mommy’s pussy super wet. I like young cock. You turn those young cocks aggressive, and this mommy is super fucking wet and ready to play. I played my role well. My caller did not want a willing mommy. I chastised the boys for looking at my body and making crude remarks. I left them alone and went to my bedroom, but they followed me. My son was the main instigator. His friends egged him on to take mommy’s pussy. I fought him, and his friends. Threatened to call the police but they overpowered me on my own bed. My son went first. His friends cheered him on and called me names. They chanted that I was a cock teasing whore over and over as they each took turns fucking my cunt and ass. I fought the entire time until I had no fight in me anymore. I was left battered, bruised and full of cum from the rape fantasy phone sex call. And guess what? It made me so hot. This real-life dirty mommy would never fight off young horny boys though.
Taboo phone sex is my specialty because I am a dirty woman. I like to party. I like to fuck young boys. Hell, I even like young girls. Last night, I had a rare opportunity presented to me. In exchange for coke, I could make a little mommy daughter porn for this dealer. She was not my daughter, but she was a young redheaded girl who could easily pass as my mini me. Where she came from, I did not know. I did not ask either, because I know asking too many questions of drug dealers will get me killed. She was likely a trafficked girl. Once I started making the blue movie with her, I realized that I did know her. Not personally, but she has been a missing girl in the area for months. I was there to get coke and make a teen rape porn with a young girl. I kept my eye on the prize. The girl was coked up. She was coming in and out of consciousness as I licked her bald pussy. She was much younger than they told me, but I stayed in my lane. I felt badly for her, but I needed my coke. I did not kidnap her. It was not on me, I told myself as I violated her tiny holes. Those holes tasted good though. I will admit that I enjoyed that bald, pink cunt. I have always wanted a daughter, but I got three mother fuckers instead. As I was eating that bald pussy and fingering her tiny butthole, the camera was rolling. Before long, a male joined the fun. I called him daddy, so it seemed like a family snuff porn. Daddy fucked her little virgin cunt, and I sucked the blood off his dick. Daddy killed his little brat on camera. I felt a pit in my stomach worrying that I was next. But this was about killing that little kidnapped girl, not me. I played my role, and I got my coke. In a way, that little girl is better off dead. The snuff circuit is especially brutal on the young girls. Only the strong survive.
Do you have kidnapping phone sex fantasies. I do. When I was a younger girl, my parents schooled me in never hitchhiking. They told me horror stories of serial killers like Ted Bundy who picked up hitchhikers often and murdered them. I love the idea of hitchhiking. I love living life on the edge. Risky sex is hot sex. I was high as fuck and thought it would be fun to see if a handsome hung man would pick me up along side of the road. I was hoping for an ass or grass no one rides for free sort of experience. I got something more out of my nightmares. This handsome trucker picked me up. It seemed fine at first. I gave him a blowjob. I was hoping he had rape phone sex fantasies for this sexy red-headed milf. He thought I was too old to fuck. He likes his fuck meat much younger. I was disappointed. I thought about just getting out of the truck, but he had other plans. He forced me to kidnap a young girl. In fact, we drove around until we found the girl he wanted. He sent me to nab her. I did not want to do it, but he threatened me and my family. He had my wallet and knew where I lived. My hitchhiking fantasy was not going as planned. I just wanted to fuck a younger guy. I did not want to be forced to kidnap a schoolgirl for some stranger’s teen rape porn fantasy. But I did it. In the moment it was me and my family versus some young girl. I had to do it for my family. I lured her to the truck, and he grabbed her and tossed her in the back of his cab. I stayed as the look out while he fucked her. She screamed. She cried. He did not care. He just kept fucking her. She passed out and he got back in the driver’s seat. He drove us to some corn field area and tossed her out of the moving truck. A few more miles, and he tossed me out too. My mother was right. Do not take rides from strangers.
Being an ass rape porn star never gets boring. I showed up to make a dirty anal gang bang movie for some fast cash. I spent the money for the mortgage on coke. I had to recuperate that money, or my husband would kill me. He finally started trusting me with money again. He thinks I have been clean and sober for years now. I have just become better at hiding my coke habit. For the most part, I have figured out how to trade my cunt and ass for coke so I do not need cash. Since I doubted that the bank would trade my fuck holes for our $2,000 mortgage, I answered a few ads for snuff porn. I was not the only woman who showed up. Turns out we were costars. There was no male star with us. I felt better about it, but that was fleeting once I found out the terms. Only one of us would be paid. We were fighting each other anally. We had to brutalize each other’s buttholes until the other one simply could not take it anymore. It was like WWE but in the adult world of anal whores. I am a seasoned anal whore. This girl was 20 tops. I had a couple decades of being an anal whore on her. I needed that money. I know a few wrestling moves, so I used them to pin her beneath me so I could fist her ass. I had to get more brutal than that because she started squirting with my fist up her asshole. She liked it. Fuck, I had my work cut out for me. I put my knee on her throat and double fisted her. Now, she was yelping. I told her I was sorry, but I needed that money. I gave her the worst anal torture sex she has ever had. I prolapsed her ass and I made it bleed. She did give up finally. And I paid the mortgage on time. But I was almost busted. If I had not won, I would have been homeless and on my way to divorce court by the end of the week.
Bondage phone sex always gets kinky with me. This guy who likes to tie me up in exchange for coke, gets kinkier every encounter we have. I love bondage, but even for a BDSM whore, it can go too far. Tony is a drug dealer. He is a rouge one, not tied to any cartel, but he likes to tie up women. I think he does as much blow as he gives. But his blow always requires some pain. He tied me up in a way that I did not think I would ever be able to get out of. I was strung up, suspended in air like a marionette puppet. My arms and legs dangling uncomfortably. He had a cattle prod that he kept zapping me with to watch my limbs move. When he shoved it up my ass, my entire body jumped. It made me piss too. He basked in my golden nectar though. As my piss sprayed his face, he began smacking me with his leather belt. I yelped in pain. He was doing coke, taunting me. I am a taboo phone sex slut, but I can only go so far sober. I needed coke if he was going to whip me like that. I begged for a bump, but he was not interested in getting me coked up until after he had his sadistic fun. He is a different guy when coked up. But then I am different woman when high too. I could not move. I felt the rope digging into my flesh every time he shocked me. My body would jerk and the ropes would cut my flesh with my involuntary movements. Tony was naked with a hard cock ready for me to beg for cock and coke, and in that order too. I begged to be his ass rape porn star not because I wanted his cock up my ass, but because I wanted that coke and that was the only way to get it. The things I endure for coke. Now, I must explain these ligature marks to my husband.
