I enjoy an erotic taboo phone sex fantasy. And let me tell you some of you men seem incredibly creative in how you want to torture, fuck and even kill me. But I love a creative man. John had a wonderful roleplay in mind for us. He wanted me to be in a prison where he worked as a guard. I rejected his advances, pissing him off to the point where he needed to teach me a lesson.
So, he took me to the part of the prison that cameras would not catch. He took me to an area where every male employee of the prison waited for me. And I knew this did not bode well for me. I knew they planned on doing terrible things to me in that back room. Although I continue to fight him, that proved to be the wrong move. I figured being in a women’s prison made me tough right. Maybe tough for the other women, but not tough enough for 40 guards who hated the fact that I denied them access to my pussy.
And suddenly, I found myself in my worst nightmare. Stripped naked and tied down to a sawhorse. All these guards unzipped their pants to fuck me. And just like that, I made a prison gangbang rape porn. And I can play it either way. Some of my callers want me to fight them all the way through. But some want me to give in halfway through and realize I deserve and enjoy being forced fucked. But John wanted me fighting the entire time, giving them a reason to hurt me further.
And I liked this role play. Usually, the role plays most men want involve force fucking mommy or snuffing me out. But in this roleplay, allowed me to act like a feisty bitch. However, being a feisty bitch resulted in those men brutalizing my pussy and my ass. Tied down I couldn’t go anywhere. But I could still fight with my mouth. I screamed and yelled at them.
However, fighting seemed useless. In that position, no way could I get the upper hand. But I’m a good player. And I continued to fight even when the last prison guard fisted my ass because he already came watching his fellow coworkers brutalize the redheaded feisty bitch from cell block H.
For hours they fucked me. Brutalized me until my fuck holes bled and showed signs of gaping larger than the Grand Canyon itself. When they returned me to my cell, I dripped blood and cum. I smelled like a porn star. That much cum in a hole gives off a strong, pungent scent. But I took my beating because I love roleplay phone sex fantasies. And this one made my pussy super wet because we all know what a nasty little freak I am. And I love a good gang bang.
I’ve been the star of snuff movies before. And honestly, sometimes I liked it. I think that’s because I am a submissive woman. And I have long understood that I’m here to be fucked. But once I hit 40 a few years ago, it became more challenging to get the good snuff gigs. And I know what you’re thinking. How can there be any good snuff gigs.
I’m talking about the simulated ones that although violent mostly fake. Sure, I might experience some ligature marks or a little bit of bruising but nothing that requires hospital visits or significant downtime to heal. But I can’t get those gigs anymore. I’m too used up. Which means I need to seek out the snuff filmmakers who even scare the more mainstream snuff makers. It’s not everybody’s cup of tea to watch snuff porn. But some snuff flicks seem too extreme for other snuff directors
But an even seedier level of underground snuff films exists. And this level does not always guarantee that the star will survive or emerge unscathed. But they’re the only kind I can get anymore. So, I went to an audition recently desperate for coke money. What I make during phone sex might seem good to the average person but to a soccer mommy with a drug addiction, it’s a drop in the bucket. Regular porn does not pay well. The real money seems to be doing the stuff the average soccer mom can’t even dream about in her worst nightmare.
The director had me do all sorts of poses and test shots. He took closeups of my pussy and ass. He even commented about how used up my ass already looks. But I am an anal sex whore. For the longest time that’s how I made money, doing hardcore anal porn. And that led to the snuff industry. But now I’m too used for that too. So, I found myself naked in front of the director with one of the worst reputations in the underground world of snuff. Desperate times call for desperate measures.
We did a test shoot with me and some muscle bound executioner looking man. The director gave me $500 for the test shoot. However, I don’t know if I can go back for the full thing. Although I am no stranger to ass rape porn, this man destroyed my asshole more than any other people before him. The girth of his cock looked thicker than a fist. White guy too. The premise of the film involved a hitchhiking old whore who ends up in a sadistic man’s torture chamber.
The torture would be far worse than a massive cock up my ass, no doubt. This I understand. But if I go back for the full movie, I might end up dead. This man choked me out as he forced his monster cock up my ass, causing me to pass out several times. I still have a blue and purple ring all the way around my neck from where he choked me.
But I’m a dumb cunt most days and a desperate one too. So once my asshole heals, I know I will be begging him to put me in his full movie. If he paid me $500 just for a half hour test scene, what would he pay me for a full-length snuff flick with this beast of a man. I’m running out of options for making money. Unless maybe you want to pimp me out?
Most men enjoy violent phone sex fantasies. In my opinion, I find it healthy and cathartic for men to unleash their rage and anger. And let’s face it, the world seems like a hot mess right now. So much drama and politics make us all feel a little on edge. I know I’ve been snorting a lot more coke lately. And letting men do vile things to me so that I can get a fix.
This weekend, I found myself alone. And I hate to be alone. So, I got myself into some trouble. For once, I did not need coke. Marcus, my regular drug dealer, fucked the shit out of me Thursday night and gave me a big bag, a bigger bag than normal. Why? Because he knew I would go through more with my husband and my sons away for the weekend. He knows me so well.
I felt adventurous. So, I went to this new urban bar. Urban just means black. This new nightclub located in the black part of town looked like the kind of place I could find some good trouble. However, I found gang bang trouble. A bunch of black men wanted to make me their gangbang rape porn star. But they wanted to do it with an audience.
Usually when men violate me, we’re in some studio or a dark corner of a bar with no eyes on us. But this urban club seemed packed. And not dimly lit like most dive bars I frequent. Very bright lights. And the brothers tossed me into the middle of the dance floor with all the light shining on me while they gangbanged me in front of a live audience.
Black women cheered them on. In fact, black women narrated what they did to me. I didn’t even know these women, and they seemed to hate me already. Maybe I just represented all the white women that steal the good black men from them. I’m not sure. But I could hear black women yelling things like pull her hair, choke her, and shove your fist up her cunt and ass.
Clearly, nobody wanted me there. I just wanted to have a few drinks, maybe dirty dance with some brothers but instead I got force fucked and violated while black women egged it on. Damn. I picked the wrong bar.
Once the men finished force fucking me, the women came over and kicked me while I laid on the floor in pain. They spit on me. A few even pissed on me. And they laughed at me for thinking that I could come into their club and steal their men. I knew they hated me not because of me, but because of all the white women who love those big black cocks. I’m married to a white man. And I’m never going to leave him. However, I do like black cock occasionally like any other white woman.
If those black women had not been in the club, I planned on sucking some cock, maybe give a few hand jobs and drink some cocktails before heading home. Instead, I became an ass rape porn star to a bunch of black cocks and black fists. And experienced degradation and humiliation in the process. When I left, I smelled like a toilet. And I looked like a porn star. Note to self. Never go to an urban club. Black women don’t want you there.
I love roleplay phone sex. And I do not even mind a little violence mixed in. I have made my share of cosplay porn. And trust me in the seedy underworld of snuff that I travel, I’ve been everything from a schoolgirl to a witch in these sorts of porno films. A director that I work with often because he’s got the greatest coke called me up. Usually, I call him begging for a gig so I can earn some money. But this time he called me because he had a client who wanted to do a Halloween themed porn. Of course, I said yes.
And I didn’t really think about the particulars. I never ask the right questions. Hell, most of the time I never ask any questions except for how much money or how much coke I will receive. Because that’s all I care about. But not asking questions gets me in trouble every time.
When I arrived at the studio, I didn’t see the usual people there. Clearly, this would not be a big production snuff porn. But it didn’t matter if the film would be seen by only one person or many. Because I just did it for the money.
My director friend sent me a script, and it seemed harmless enough. I would be a witch being punished for casting spells on people. However, it seemed a little unclear what my punishment might be. And once again, my dumbass did not ask questions. I had tunnel vision. I just wanted the coke. Well turns out that me being a witch wasn’t all of the story. This cosplay porn had a medieval torture theme. First, my costar hung me from a scaffold and whipped me. Whipped so hard the flesh tore from my body.
I knew I would regret this. Because I started to regret it once I felt blood trickling down my back. It felt like medieval torture sex. Although I’ve been tortured sexually most of my life, this felt like nothing I experienced before. My costar inserted this device that looked like a steel cone in my ass. Although I’ve had bigger things up my ass before I had never experienced anything like this. My costar cranked it, and it turned my asshole inside out, causing it to bleed profusely. This felt worse than anything my ass experienced before, and my ass has experienced a lot.
More torture occurred. But nothing topped that steel cone in my ass. By the time this film concluded, I looked like a bloody swollen mess. However, I did have my money. However, honestly, I don’t think it feels worth it. Because now I’m out of commission for a bit. And it’ll be a while before anybody can fuck my ass again. Why do I never ask the right questions or any questions for that matter? One of these days I will end up dead.
Men have rape phone sex fantasies. And I cannot escape those fantasies. Every time I meet a stranger, especially a younger one, he seems hell bent on fucking me like a whore. And usually, I find myself powerless in those situations. So, I let the men do whatever they want to me. It’s a matter of survival. And I have learned that it’s best to just take your punishment regardless if you think you deserve it or not.
Saturday night, I went barhopping. And although I’m not a big drinker, I find that most of the blue collar guys in these dive bars, share their coke and weed with me. For the most part, the blue collar guys don’t harm me. But this one bar I went to did not appear to be the dive bar I expected.
When I walked in, I only saw yuppie types. Men in suits drinking hipster beer like Pabst Blue Ribbon. Gross. That beer has been around since I was a little girl, and I think it tastes just as nasty. I’d rather drink bong water.
But since I am a taboo phone sex whore, I’m always in the wrong place at the wrong time. These yuppie type men looked at me like a piece of candy, and they hadn’t eaten in days. I think they wanted to fight over who fucked me first. Also, I think they assumed that because I came alone, I must be looking to get fucked. But I walked into that bar to get high not to get fucked.
Even though I could feel all those suit and tie guys checking me out, I sat at the bar and drank a glass of boxed wine before heading home. But somebody pulled me off the barstool and dragged me across the bar. They tossed me on top of the pool table. This almost felt like bad movie scene. A bad porn movie scene. It felt like whoever pulled me across the bar had such a good grip on my hair that I would lose some hair.
The night became a blur to me. I think the bartender put something in my drink. Maybe this place worked like that. Men tip the bartender heavily to drug a female patron’s drink, and then when the drug kicks in they gang bang her in the back of the bar. I did not go to that bar to be a gangbang rape porn star. But unfortunately, it’s me. Wherever I go men, feel the need to take advantage of me. But this night I only drank a couple glasses of shitty boxed wine. And that would not help me with what these men did to me.
On that pool table, they fucked me not only with their cocks. But they also used pool sticks and beer bottles and their own fists to fuck my pussy and ass. Most of the night seems to be a big blur to me. But I still have a gaped ass that’s partially prolapsed, a swollen cunt, and lots of bruises on my body. It’s never the men you suspect of being capable of such violence against a woman. I guess I better stick to the dive bars I know and stay away from yuppie bars. Apparently, those boys fell nothing but rage, especially for a redheaded milf like me.
I’ve made a lot of gangbang rape porn in my life. However, none of that was completely consensual. But I guess that’s the point, right? Men don’t want to do it if the woman’s into it. And they don’t want to watch it if it’s clearly looking like she’s begging for this to happen to her.
Most of the porn I’ve done qualifies in my mind as desperation porn. Stuff that I have done simply to earn money to get cocaine or to get myself out of some sort of trouble. The fastest way to money is using your body as a woman. But the older you get , the more used you get, and you can no longer command the same amount of money that you once could. So, you must start doing the more extreme shit. You need to start doing the stuff that you see on snuff phone sex sites.
I needed money badly this weekend. And oddly enough, I did not need money to buy cocaine. I had plenty of that. However, I wrecked my husband‘s Lexus under the influence. No bad weather to blame it on. And I didn’t think my husband would believe somebody hit me. So, I needed to earn some money to fix it. But this body shop that could do the work quickly for an extra fee before my husband came home from his business trip wanted 10 grand and I did not have 10 grand.
So, I went down to the wrong part of town and started selling my fuck holes. I told every guy anything goes. And if they wanted to be rough, it was $100 more. That’s how I made my money offering rough sex. Telling these random Johns they could do anything to me.
One guy, a bus driver for a public school, wanted to buy the football team the opportunity to gangbang an old MILF. And that’s how I made most of the money to pay this body shop. Everybody pulled their resources, and I got about five grand out of them. But they did fuck me hard. They tied me up and force fucked my ass, my mouth and my pussy. Teen boys getting all their aggression out on this sexy mommy.
And they got rough with mommy. Choking me, gagging me, spitting on me, fisting me, even pissing on me. A few of them punched me, slapped me, kicked me too. But at least I had coke to get high. If my husband came home from his business trip and saw his prized car, looking like that he would know his wife still used coke. So, I had to take the abuse. I had to be their ass rape porn whore.
It went on for hours because I let them pay more money for round two. Perhaps I liked it more than I thought I would because of their age. These young teenage boys reminded me of my own sons. And these boys treated me like nothing more than a piece of meat. Mommy fuck meat to abuse. So young yet so full of aggression and hatred towards a mature woman. That both excited me and scared me at the same time.
I spent the better part of 12 hours down in the warehouse district letting men abuse me for a fee. Nobody fucked me quite as hard as that group of teenage boys and the bus driver, but all my holes got stretched and filled with cock and cum. And I earned enough money to fix my husband‘s car before he came home from his business trip. Once again, I used my body to dodge a bullet.
I hate torture phone sex. Although I am submissive, I just never know what will happen. Everybody’s idea of torture seems to be different. Sometimes I might just get spanked. Other times I might get four fists up my ass at once.
It’s the same gamble when I answer looking for adult models ads. I only do it for cash to get coke. On Friday night, I showed up at this guy‘s house. This was not a studio production. This guy just wanted a whore to abuse.
So, this felt more like a prostitution gig versus nude modeling. He lived in the suburbs. And I checked him out to verify his identity first. He seemed like a normal suburban dad. Perfect family, and a good job. Minivan and an SUV in the driveway. Apparently, his wife and daughters went out of town to see the wife’s mother.
I figured he just needed a nasty slut to pound for a couple hours and get some aggression out. How dangerous could a suburban Dad be to me. Well, as usual, I thought wrong. This man appeared full of rage, and he took it out all on me. I came within inches of making a snuff porn.
He started spanking me, but that quickly proved boring to him. While I laid across his lap, he shoved his fist up my ass and turned me into a puppet. And while he suspended me in the air with just his fist up my ass, he took his other fist and shoved it up my cunt. And neither hole did he use any type of lubrication. He wanted me to feel it. And I did feel it.
He dropped me on the floor and kicked me in the gut a few times while I was down. I curled up in a ball to protect myself, and he just scooped me up and tossed me across the wall. It felt like I hit a brick wall. I did not even put a hole in the wall, but my head appeared to be bleeding because I could taste blood as it trickled down my face. When I told him I did not sign up for this, he grabbed me hard by the throat and penned me against the wall. Then he punched me in the stomach until I puked.
And he got super angry that I puked. I tried to explain that I could not help but puke under the circumstances. But he pushed my face in my own puke like a dog that pissed on his rug. I tried my hardest not to puke again as I licked up my own fucking vomit. Every time I tried to come up, he put his foot on the back of my head and shoved me right back down in it. And while he pinned me down, he pissed on me and made me drink it up off the floor too. This man teaches high school history. How stressful can that be to be this angry?
But he seemed filled with rage. And I had no clue where that rage came from. All I knew was that all his rage seemed directed at me. Honestly, I think he would’ve killed me if he did not get a text from his wife saying one of their daughters became sick and they needed to return home early. It surprised me that he even paid me what we agreed on.
I think the payment bought my silence more than anything else. He did not have time to kill me, thankfully. So, I guess his daughter getting ill saved my life. I didn’t mind being his ass rape porn slave, But I didn’t want to die. However, I know, every day I get closer to running out of my nine lives.
When I went to the adult bookstore to get a new vibrator, I had no plans to be at a gangbang rape porn star. I minded my own business. And I went straight to the back to pick out a new vibrator. But as I was looking at the different models, I could feel eyes on me. When I glanced sideways, I saw a bunch of bikers looking at me. They appeared to be waiting for some glory action, but they got distracted when they saw me.
I felt nervous because they had a sinister look in their eyes. And I’m no stranger to that look. I grabbed a dildo and started to hustle back up to the cashier, but one of the bikers grabbed my long red hair, pulled me back towards him and said, “Not so fast Missy.”
With one hand, he had my red hair wrapped around his wrist very tightly while his other hand pulled his cock out of his pants. His biker buddies all pulled their pants down too. And I knew I would need to suck some cock to get out of this place. I just prayed that if I sucked their cocks and made them cum, I could still get out of the adult bookstore relatively unscathed.
But I am a redheaded taboo phone sex slut. And trouble follows me wherever I go. So, you know, I did not fare well. Soon after swallowing their loads of cum, they made me strip naked and hoisted me up on a table. I felt so exposed. And I knew nothing good would come of this. They weren’t just going to fuck me and give me cocaine. They just planned on fucking me.
They started fish hooking my mouth, pinching my tits, and fisting my ass and my cunt. Ouch. This happened to me sober. So, I could not enjoy what they did to me. A fist up a dry hole really hurts sober. And it hurts the next day when I’m on cocaine but at least I don’t feel it in the moment. They seem to be hellbent on making me feel everything.
In hindsight, I don’t think they went to the adult bookstore for glory hole action. I think they planned to wait for some dumb cunt to come into the sex store so they could explore their rape phone sex fantasies with her. And in walked this dumb cunt.
But they let me live. It could’ve been worse. But my ass and my cunt took a severe beating. Luckily, I had enough coke at home to nurse the pain. But it just sucks that I received no compensation for my suffering. Just their cum and their fists in my holes, but no money or coke.
I recently discovered that I don’t have to be the only ass rape porn star in my family. As I age, my fuck holes don’t hold the same allure that they once did to drug dealers. I’m in my 40s. And I guess you could say I have a high mileage asshole and cunt. But my nephew had a brilliant idea. Turn my sons into the anal sex slaves. Although I felt guilty about it when he first suggested it to me, I quickly got over it after six drug dealers told me I looked too used up for them to fuck. And I had no cash for coke.
So, with my nephew’s help, we decided to profit off my boys tight puckered assholes. I placed a few ads online and immediately got a bunch of hits. My nephew told me he would give up his ass for the cause too, but I think he might naturally swing that way. However, my boys seem straight as arrows.
My nephew also suggested that we stream the anal gangbang rape porn to make even more money. He didn’t even want some of the money. I am so grateful to him because he really helped me make a lot of money. Of course, my sons did most of the work, but it was all his idea.
I had to drug my sons with some Molly so they would be a little less feisty. When the guys with the highest bids to fuck my sons’ assholes arrived, I could see the panic in sons’ eyes. And I knew this might ruin our mother son dynamic, but I needed money. I needed coke. Eventually, they would get over it. Hell, they might even like it I told them. They didn’t like it. Not even with the Molly. Not even with the poppers that my nephew brought too.
Those men fucked my two sons and my nephew for hours. I’m used to hearing chimes pour in when my stepson does a live streaming show with me. But this time the chimes were for my boys. Their little butt holes took a beating. They looked like raw hamburger. And they had a nice gape to them also.
I felt like a bad mom. But all the money that we made off those boy butts in the live stream might just give me enough coke to last a year. OK, maybe not a year. This taboo phone sex mommy can out snort Al Pacino in Scarface. But at least now I know that if I can’t make money off my fuck holes, I can pimp out my sons and make money off their tight back door pussies. And my nephew‘s back door pussy too.
Men have rape phone sex fantasies for women. I’ve known this most of my life. I’ve experienced it most of my life. Usually, in some way, I’m asking for it. I know that goes against the grain of feminism, but I’m not a feminist. I’m a druggie whore and because of my cocaine addiction, I often put myself in dangerous situations. However, last night, I was just sleeping.
As I woke up to use the restroom, I noticed my husband sitting in the chair, but that seemed odd to me. Was I dreaming? I wiped the sleep from my eyes and turned on the little night light. And that’s when I saw his face. A stranger. And he was holding a knife to my husband’s throat. He looked at me with steel eyes, told me to get back into bed and spread my legs. I did as he told me because it appeared my husband’s life depended on it.
This intruder tied my husband up. And then he forced him to watch him fuck his wife. I had no coke. So, I felt way too sober for a home invasion phone sex fantasy, but I had no choice. This did not seem like a fantasy. I did my best to just get through it. And I thought I did. Once the guy nutted inside me, he dismounted and looked at my husband and told him that I had some good fuck meat.
I told my husband I would be OK. My husband doesn’t know half the shit that I’ve let happen to me over the years just to score some free cocaine. Little home invasion combined with some forced fucking seemed minor in comparison.
But this asshole was not finished with us yet. He woke up our boys and made them come into the bedroom. He told them that if they did not fuck me, he would slit all our throats. Now this guy does not have any clue that I already fuck my boys. But I know how sick minds work thanks to this job.
So, I acted like I didn’t want to violate the sacred mother son bond. But he pressed the knife against my youngest son’s throat, just enough to make him bleed a little. So, I told my boys it would all be OK, and to just do what he says. And my boys knew they needed to act like they didn’t want to do this either.
After each of my sons fucked me, this guy got hard again and decided to make me his ass rape porn star too. So, my boys and my husband had to watch him violate my asshole. Perhaps somebody should nominate me for an academy award. I think I made that intruder truly believe that he ruined my life. I think the only one to truly be distraught over the events that transpired in my bedroom that night was my husband. The next day, my boys told me they thought I arranged it. Not this time.
