He told me I had the ass for ass rape porn stardom. He did not know that my ass was already famous on the dark net. I have been giving up my ass for coke for almost 20 years now. This guy was not a porn director. He was not a coke dealer either. He was just a fan of hot ass sex, and he thought I had one hell of an ass. I was in a dive bar when he told me this. He was cute. He was too straight for me though. A nerdy type likely with no coke. I whispered in his ear, “If you can get me some coke, you can do what ever you want to my ass.” I saw the bulge appear in his jeans, and I knew I was in trouble. He had a sizable cock. The next thing I knew, he was hustling to get me coke. I watched him challenge guys to a game of pool for coke. He was a good pool player. I was mistaken about this guy.
He may not have been a party guy, but he clearly wanted to fuck this taboo phone sex whore badly enough that he played pool all night to get enough coke to fuck me. I thought he would fuck me like a normal man. I mean he was a bit of a pussy when I first met him. I guess hustling to get that coke for me made him bolder. Or it was an act the entire time. After we did a few lines, he sodomized my ass so hard; I never saw it coming. In the dirty one stall bathroom in the back of the bar, he fucked my ass with such force my head was banging on the wall. He was coming so hard in my ass as he fucked me. He choked me too. He was not the only one who fucked me though. He just got first dibs. Turns out that in order to get me that coke I desperately wanted, he had to offer me up for a gangbang rape porn. Most of the men in that bar fucked my ass. I went home high, but I was full of cum and sore as fuck. I guess I should never write any guy off I meet in a bar.
Bondage phone sex can get kinky with me. I am a submissive milf and a druggy whore. When I saw what this dude was paying for a few hours of bondage, I jumped at the chance to be his model. I know better. It is not that I do not think about the possible consequences. It is that my need for coke supersedes all reason. I called the number in the ad, and I was on a set an hour later. I have done a lot of bondage porn in my life. I figured I’d be tied up uncomfortably for a few hours, but I would have money for coke. I am a taboo phone sex whore. Bondage is not even close to the worst thing I have done for coke. I showed up at the warehouse and heard screams. That should have been my red flag, but I assumed someone was making a snuff movie. Turned out this was some Hostel fucking shit. Have you ever seen that film? Folks with money pay to explore their perversions on folks without money. For the right price, you can buy whatever you want, even another human being. I was ushered into a room where I waited what seemed like an eternity for some masked man to enter. Now, I was saying, “Oh, shit.” This man did not pay for bondage. He paid for snuff and torture. I was just the product that was bought and sold. I was tied to a spreader bar with a ball gag in my mouth while some psychopath in a mask practiced his torture sex techniques on me. He pulled my finger and toe nails off with pliers. He fucked my pee hole. He shoved a baseball bat up my ass. He burned my flesh with a cigarette. He put bleach in my asshole. The money was not worth the pain. It never is yet I keep doing stupid shit to get high. When will I ever learn?
Strangulation phone sex is not as popular as some other kinks and fetishes, but it is something I enjoy. I have long been into erotic asphyxiation. I got into it after meeting John. He was an occasional drug dealer I saw in my early 20s. I was dating my husband, but I was a huge coke fiend. I know I still am, but back then I would have sold my first born for a fix. I let John do anything he wanted. He was into choking bitches until they passed out. I was one such bitch. In the moment, I thought I might die. I was not a seasoned pain slut yet. I have grown into the snuff sex queen you know now. John liked his hands around my throat when his cock penetrated my pussy and ass. He would slip in and out of both holes. John was white, but he had a thick and long cock that filled my holes up perfectly. I was not a mommy yet, so I had tight holes. I sometimes joke that John made it easier for me to have natural births with my sons, LOL. For about two years, John would fuck me and strangle me simultaneously. I would pass out, wake up and pass out again. I had to wear scarves around my neck for years to hide the purple ligature marks. After he left my life and Marcus became my main drug dealer, I was desperate for strangulation again. Marcus was not into that. He liked his women awake when he pounded their fuck holes. He taught me, however, to strangle myself. I had no clue that I could cum so hard. I used silk scarves, pantyhose and my husband’s ties to strangle myself while I masturbated. I still masturbate like that sometimes. What can I say? I am a kinky, taboo phone sex woman.
Snuff phone sex keeps me busy. I am almost always the victim. I like that role. It suits me best. Most days I am so drugged up that I have no clue what is going on. The other day, I had an offer I could not refuse. I answered an ad on the dark net. Some random guy needed a milf for a special occasion. I had no clue what he wanted but I needed money. I used some of the mortgage money to buy coke. I had to get the money back in the joint account I share with my husband before he noticed. When I arrived at the address the guy gave me over the phone, I was surprised at what I found.
This guy was ready for something straight out of a fantasy phone sex call. He had a dungeon, but not for me. It was all for him. He wanted a dominatrix to be mean and rough with him. He was younger than me by about 15 years. He was naked when he opened the door expect for the dog collar around his next. His money would spend just as well as anyone’s money, right? I explored his dungeon and found a huge dildo. I decided I would use it with the strap on apparatus I saw hanging on the wall. My man was swirling with ideas. First though, I whipped him a few times. I spanked his bare ass with my hand and a paddle. I kept telling him he was a naughty boy and he was loving it.
I am not a dominatrix. I am a submissive whore. But for the right price, I will be anything you want. I was enjoying my BDSM time with this guy. Mommy punished him with some CBT fun too. I stepped on his little wee wee. I made him my ass rape porn star too. I did have a huge dildo that gaped his asshole wide. What a loser. He had an okay cock, but not huge. I have been whipped and beaten enough times to know how to give it back. I gave him just what he wanted. And got just what I needed.
Gangbang rape porn anyone? We had a small fire in the garage recently. I was the only one home. I started the fire on accident getting high. I tried to put it out, but I made it worse. I called 911. Some hunky firemen showed up and put it out quickly. The garage is destroyed. My husband will not be happy. I tried to convince the hunky head fireman to alter the cause of fire so my husband would not know I was getting high. He agreed, but I had to give him something in return. He wanted to abuse me. Not just him though. Him and his crew, his fellow firemen. There were 5 of them and one of me. I knew this meant ass rape porn and more. But my marriage, my comfy lifestyle were all on the line. They said a druggy whore like me with so many secrets could handle it. They were right. I have traded my fuck holes for far less infractions than burning down my garage.
At least these firemen were better looking and better built than the drug dealers and fellow party guys. They stripped their uniforms off quickly to ravage me. I imagine I was to these hunky firemen, what I am to you. A stress release. Just some dumb, druggy whore to work out your frustrations on. They double penetrated me, making me suck their cocks too. My body was stuffed full of cock, even two at a time in every hole. Luckily for me, they did not have a ton of time to ravage me because they were on the clock. Their rape phone sex fantasies were brutal though. They had huge cocks. Huge cocks that gaped my hole wide open. As I was pleading for mercy, the lead fireman told me that maybe next time I would not do the crime if I could not handle the punishment.
Do you have murder phone sex fantasies for some one in your family? You can confess your devious thoughts to me. I am a safe place to explore all your twisted thoughts. Forced sex? No problem. Snuff? Still, no problem. I am a bit of a masochist. I love pain. Makes me feel alive. I am a cutter. Always have been. Not for the reasons must women cut their flesh. I am not looking to gain control of myself. I do not feel like my life is spinning out of control and cutting is the only thing I can control. I like the pain. That is the only reason I cut my flesh. Perhaps, because I like the site of blood too. I am a freak. That is why Bob called for a hot fantasy phone sex call. Want to know why his call made me hot? Because it was violent. He wanted to kill his stepmom. I am a stepmom with a stepson who hates me. I was perfect for his role play.
In his head, he has lived our role play a thousand times. She was a cock tease when he was younger. She never gave it up to her stepson though. She just liked the attention. Well, he got his revenge. Sort of, LOL. I pretended to be by the pool in a tiny bikini cock teasing a horny teen boy. He rushed me and forced himself on me right there in the backyard. He fucked me. I fought, screamed and called him names, but that did not change a thing. He forced his cock inside my unwilling pussy. The same pussy that bore him a half-brother. The same pussy his daddy fucks. He choked me to. Strangled me to death with his cock still inside my pussy. I could feel the life draining from my body as I fought to survive. My lifeless body laid on a lawn chair. I made his rape phone sex fantasies feel real. Can I make yours feel real too?
Rape phone sex fantasies exist in most men. Admit it. There is some one you know that you want to force fuck. I love being that woman for you. I get a lot of mommy rape fantasy calls. But sometimes, I am not the mommy in the fantasy. I met this guy who hates his boss. She is a cock tease. She flirts with him to get shit done or get things she needs, but she will not give up the pussy for him. If he makes a move, she threatens his job. He has had enough of her. The problem is he cannot really force himself on her. I met this guy in a bar. He was drunk and confessing to me. I saw him do a line of coke off the bar and thought if I could help him out maybe he would share his coke with me. I was fucked up too and not really thinking right. In my mind what I was thinking was not at all how it turned out. He thought I was offering myself up to pretend to be his cock teasing boss. Like he thought this would be something out of a roleplay phone sex scenario. I play his bitchy cock teasing boss, and he forces himself on me. We act out his rape fantasy is what he thought I was offering. What I was offering was to just talk it out, not act it out. I thought maybe I could help him devise a plan to finally fuck her. He dragged me into the bathroom, calling me Ms. Owens. His boss makes him call her Ms. She does sound stuck up. He started ripping my close off and I had to fight back. Problem was, I did not have much fight in me. I was drunk and tired. Plus, he was strong. Big and tall too. He could force his boss to fuck him. But he wants to keep his job and not go to jail. Guess he thought if I wanted coke, he could do whatever he wanted to me in a dive bar restroom. He was correct. I did not even scream when he fucked my ass worse than a dirty ass rape porn star.
Snuff sex is all I am good for. That is what I hear from countless men, even my stepson. I have a duo life. I am the soccer mom with two teenage boys. I have a loving husband and I have the perfect suburban life hauling boys around in a mom van. The other side of me, is a hot mess. I am addicted to coke. I keep my coke escapes a secret. Well, not a well kept secret because my stepson knows and has been black mailing me for years. I have become his cash cow. I am not a fan of his, but I am a fan of his coke. I do what he tells me, and when he says jump, I smile and ask how high. What is my alternative? Be homeless, divorced and lose custody of my boys? I would rather endure my stepsons snuff movies than that. He summoned me last night. He needed money again. Why get a job when you have a whore stepmom you can make do anything for you. That is always what he says to me. He wanted to stream a rough sex video last night. He has 1000s of followers who love to watch him abuse his red-headed step mommy. He abuses me too. Last night, he was all about my ass. I have been his anal whore before, but he went all out this time. He gaped my ass first with his fist. The bitcoin sounds were overwhelming to me. Guys were tipping him from the get-go to torture me. Once he loosened my asshole up, he put a speculum inside my ass and cranked it open like I was an ass rape porn star. He then pissed in my gaped hole. He spit in it too, even squirted Icy Hot in my shit box. That made me yelp in pain and cry. He is a sick man who will do anything for his viewers and nothing for his step mommy. Well, I did get coke out of it, but I am still sitting on an inner tube today.
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.
