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.
Snuff phone sex fantasies most men have. And for whatever reason men like that gravitate to me. It’s like they have a six sense and feel my vulnerability and my desperateness for coke. But last night, I walked into a lair of killer men.
I decided to go barhopping last night. I had no intention of getting into too much trouble. Maybe suck a few dicks and get some coke. Have some fun and crawl back into bed with my husband. And my plan seemed to be working. Most of the guys I blew appeared to be normal guys. Just partying because they did not need to work today. I have long found that the night before a holiday, the bars get packed with men just looking to blow off some steam.
But one of the bars I walked into had a much different vibe than the others. A darker vibe. A new bar. I should have called it quits before I came here. Apparently, this bar doubles as a snuff porn studio too. Women walk into the bar, but they rarely walk out. And I discovered the hard way what this place was really all about. Apparently for the men, it’s a membership only place that cums with a healthy price tag. Men pay half 1 million a year to visit this bar. But what they get for their money seems priceless according to the members.
When an unsuspecting woman like me stumbles into this mysterious new bar, she finds herself in the labyrinth of hell. Different rooms provide its own form of hell for a woman. I felt like I walked into something out of Eli Roth’s movie Hostel. I literally walked across broken glass. And that disabled me. When I fell to my knees, men dick slapped me, and skull fuck me. As my feet bled, I felt shards of glass digging into my knees.
That felt like nothing. The next room men strapped me to a slab of concrete and tortured me with electrical currents until I pissed myself. I hate being shocked. And this seemed more elaborate than anything I experienced before. Most men just use a cattle prod on me. But this contraption included little stickers they attached to the most sensitive parts of my body. They shocked me in unison. Pure torture sex. They even put stickers inside my cunt and over my asshole too. So, that explains why I pissed and shit myself in the bar.
I didn’t make it through all the rooms in that bar. But only because I knew one of the guys in this torture den. My husband‘s brother. Never in 1 million years thought I’d see him in a place like this. So, I guess that goes to show you that you can’t always judge a book by its cover.
This guy is a money market man. He manages the wealth of a lot of people in our community. When I recognized him, I thought for sure he killed me just to keep his secret. But he thought about my boys and did not want them to lose their mother. So, he showed me the trap door that allowed me to escape.
But I smelled like piss. And burning flesh. My knees and my feet bled. And I did not have my clothes. A homeless man in an alley gave me some old dirty clothes to wear so that I could get home. Thank God, my husband takes Ambien at night. He slept through me coming home showering and crawling back into bed with him like nothing happened. But no doubt he might notice that I’m limping today. It’s hard to walk when your feet hurt from shards of glass.
I still can’t believe I saw my brother-in-law in a place like that. And I know for a fact that this likely will come back to bite me in the ass. Just like my stepson owns me. I think my brother-in-law does now too. But now I know a bar to avoid like the plague. I had no idea that something so sinister even existed in my small town. I should’ve stopped barhopping before I even got to this macabre torture chamber masking as a bar.
I have the perfect ass for ass rape porn. At least that’s what directors always tell me. When I was younger, I bought the line that they could put me in movies. I just didn’t know what kind of movies they had in mind. But it was much different than what I thought they meant. Now, I’m a bona fide hardcore anal porn star. Just most of my movies appear very violent and rough and can only be found on the dark net.
And I really don’t care who sees me on the Internet. My husband seems more concerned about optics than me. Fuck those stuck-up trophy wives. If they happen to see my pictures on the dark net, then they’re on the dark net for a reason. So, they’ll likely never say anything to me. That’s always been my philosophy about it.
Recently, the dad of one of my son’s soccer buddies showed up late at night. I thought he was looking for a son who was not with us. But as it turns out, he was there for me. And this did not look like a friendly visit. He started yelling at me, calling me names. Lots of vulgar names too. My husband would’ve put him in his place if he was home. However, he took the boys on a fishing weekend. Leaving me home alone. Was this dad stalking me?
This guy started claiming I make snuff porn. And although true, I denied it. Deny deny deny. But that only seemed to anger him. So, I confessed. Told him about my drug addiction. However, I think he already knew. He held up a big bag of coke and said it was all mine if he could just take that ass. Normally I wouldn’t think twice. I take the bag of coke and do whatever the guy wants. But the guy looked angry. And he looked like he planned to take it out all on me.
I did what he wanted because my bigger issue might have become would he tell my husband all the naughty things I’ve done to get coke. So, in the bed that I sleep with my husband, I let the soccer dad violate my ass. And for white guy, he had one of the biggest dicks I’ve ever seen. This dude looked his cock measured over a foot long. That’s a lot of dick for my ass. Ouch.
However, a big dick never stopped me from being a whore. Midway through the rough anal sex, I began to doubt my decision. He had what a lot of women in the adult industry call the punisher cock. That just means a cock so big even when it’s just fucking you it feels violent. And everything about that soccer dad felt violent. He had a lot of anger in him, and he took it out on my ass. Of course, after the third thrust my ass prolapsed. And I guess I should feel grateful he didn’t zip tie it like my son does. But he kept trying to push it back inside just to rip it out again.
I kept praying that his stamina would give out. But he showed my ass no mercy. This felt like pure anal torture sex. And he threw in some choking, slapping and fisting of my cunt too. I felt so violated. And I know now this means he owns me. I traded my ass for Coke. And with a soccer dad. This is not some snuff director. I thought this guy was just a normal dad. But then I guess I bring out the worst in every man I meet.
Necrophilia phone sex turns a lot of men on. Men like me to play dead. However, there are men out there who want me dead before they fuck me. And I try to avoid men like that. But I’m not always successful. I owe this one drug dealer, Jimmy, a lot of money. It’s from many years ago, but I guess he never forgot the debt.
To a man like him, what I owe is minuscule. But to me, it seems like a lot. It’s hard sometimes for a druggie whore to scrape up a few grand. But Jimmy threatened my family, so I got desperate to find the money somehow. And the seedy under world of snuff porn is a quick way to make some serious cash. But it’s also a way to become seriously dead too.
So, I started pounding the pavement. I’m a little bit long in the tooth as they say. But that does not mean I can’t find somebody to work with me. It just means I must go deeper underground to find somebody willing to work with a used up old whore like me. And I found Dave. He would pay me what I owe Jimmy, plus 500 extra to go towards my next coke purchase. But I had to play dead. At least I hoped I was just playing dead.
Dave serves as a go-between. A go between talent and private collectors. Guys who like the one and done sort of movies, but I know how to play that well. As it turned out this little film that got me out of financial trouble almost cost me my life. I showed up per my instructions.
And I glammed myself up. Apparently, the collector of the snuff flick I was about the star in likes a lot of makeup. And 80s style hair to take him back to the days when girls rejected him. I think this man is a former incel. The kind of man who cannot get pussy. At least he could not get pussy in the 80s when he was a teenager. Even though he has a lot of money now thanks to some smart investments, he still hates women.
The movie got rough. Of course, I can handle the rough fucking, but this guy did a lot of rough choking and slapping and strangling. I honestly thought I would die. But then I remembered the director saying just play dead. The guy is old. As soon as he takes your life, he’ll stop.
So, I tried to make my body lifeless with his hands around my throat. And it worked. I managed to get my entire body limp and unresponsive to his touch. But I’m not sure how I managed that. I really thought I was on that last of my nine lives there. However, the guy gave up once he thought I was dead. He paid Dave the money for the film. And once he was gone, I stood up, gasped for air, took my money and ran out of there.
I guess at least the guy did not enjoy sex with dead bodies or he might’ve realized I was just playing dead. My cunt would twitch and betray me if he fucked my “corpse.” However, my body acted just as he wanted. Just how he expected. He will always think he choked this 80s glam babe to her death, but once again, I came out on top.
Domination phone sex requires a submissive whore like me. Even in my early 40s, I still obey. But I’m not a full-time sub for anyone. Just when I need coke. Out of desperation, I will be what any guy needs me to be. And this one snuff filmmaker needed a red headed mommy for a movie. A private collector’s movie. And those are the most dangerous. Usually what we call one and done films because the star is never seen or heard from again. But I was not going to be the main star. I got to serve in a different capacity this time as the accomplice.
The premise of this movie was that as the mother, I caught my boyfriend diddling my daughter. But instead of being angry at him, I turned my anger to my cock teasing young daughter. In a desperate attempt to keep my man, I offered him a once in a lifetime opportunity to make a teen rape porn with her as the star.
Even telling him I didn’t care if she survived the deal or not if he enjoyed himself. I guess if I had to get into the head of my character, she was getting rid of her competition by snuffing her daughter. Proving her worth to the man she desperately wanted to keep. I didn’t care one way or the other if I got my Coke.
I just prayed that I made a smart choice working with this director. And doing a private snuff film. But he promised that I would survive, but the girl would not. Fuck that little girl. I needed my coke. So, the director allowed me to have a little sample of the coke to get me in the right frame of mind to be the desperate housewife. Is it wrong to admit that I sort of like playing this character. For one, it was going to get me a lot of coke. Enough coke to last me a few months.
Plus, no one beat me up, tore me up or otherwise fucked me. All the violent love seemed directed at the starlet. It was a young teen girl. Sure, I felt a little bad once I saw how nervous and frightened, she was. But I kept my eyes on the prize. That big bag of cocaine. Not as good as my son’s pink cocaine, but I blew through that shit quickly.
The guy who served as my costar did all the heavy lifting. Of course, I was the devil on his shoulder, telling him to pork her. He destroyed her holes. And eventually fucked her dead body too. He choked her to death. Technically she could’ve been my daughter. The right age and the right look. Although I’m sorry she died a snuff sex death, I am not sorry, but I got the second best coke in town and a lot of it too.
One of these days, when my son pays me a visit for live stream, it’s going to turn into a live snuff porn stream. Although he always gives mommy the best pink cocaine, he makes his old whore mother work for it. When he arrived, he found me looking skinnier than normal. I wore a tube top and a leather miniskirt. And I looked like a twig. Just a twig with huge tits. And pancake makeup. I was so happy to see him because I was desperate for coke. He has not been coming around as much lately. And I don’t know if that’s a good thing or a bad thing.
Even though I had my teeth out, he still hit me. He loves hitting his mommy. And turning me his favorite colors of purple, blue, and black. Of course, he brought his streaming equipment because his perverts pay his bills. And I know that those viewing perverts allow him to bring me that fucking awesome pink cocaine. So, once he got a few punches to mommy‘s face out of the way, he forced my face into the big bowl of coke while he set up the streaming equipment.
As I stood in front of the camera in my 8-inch platform shoes, I knew his viewing audience saw me as disproportionate. Big tits and skinny bird legs. You could count my ribs and see my spine too. But what is audience really wanted to see was mommy‘s prolapsed asshole that was hanging below the hem of my leather mini skirt. I swear most days I need to wear a butt plug to keep my asshole where it belongs. However, my son and his viewers love seeing my asshole on the outside of my body.
The tips were already coming in because I could hear the chimes. So, my boy punched his favorite ass rape porn star a few more times. Then he made me bend over and shake my prolapsed asshole to the viewers. To my son, my prolapsed asshole is his cock sleeve. His own personal flesh light. He punched me some more, then zip tied my prolapse. At least while he rammed his cock in my prolapsed asshole, he buried my face in the bowl of the pink cocaine.
I’m just a nasty old whore. But to make things more interesting for his audience. He used icy hot as lubrication for his cock. Then he slammed his lubed-up dick in my prolapsed asshole like I was a two-dollar whore. At least my face appeared smothered in pink cocaine. While he power fucked my ass, I snorted as much coke as I could to dull the pain and burning sensation. Ouch. I could still feel my ass burning, even snorting copious amounts of coke.
The show had only just begun. I’m so tiny that he can literally push me into a beach ball position and tie my tits to my ankles, leaving my ass, and cunt exposed for his pleasure. However, before he tied me up, he slammed me on the ground a few times. But my tits saved me because they acted like beach balls. And I bounced right back up only to be pushed back down on the ground again. Like the 90s song, I get knocked down and get up again.
My son continued to ragdoll fuck his coke head mommy. And wow, he fucked me in front of the camera, while he also choked me and pounded my head into the floor. For a moment, I thought I might suffocate on his cock. As he fucked my prolapsed asshole, which is his personal cock sleeve, he shoved a fist into my cunt. That stretched out my mudflaps even more as he went elbow deep into my cunt.
He went so far up my barren old womb that he could push my stomach out from the inside. At one point, he lifted me up in the air with just his fist rammed up my cunt. I am his fuck beast. I looked like one of those ventriloquist puppets. According to my boy, I am nothing more than a fuck pig. He even put a piggy nose on me and his viewing audience ate it up.
Thank God for that cocaine. Because there’s only so much abuse an old whore can endure. He let me snort some more of that premium coke before he raised me up in the air again so his audience could see that I am light as a feather. He put a bag over my head with some cocaine in it. It’s one of his favorite games. And his audience loves tipping when they see my make up begin to smear inside the plastic bag as I snort what cocaine is in there and struggle to breathe.
My son really enjoys showing off his favorite fuck puppet. He’s made a lot of money over the years exploiting my cocaine habit. As I struggled to breathe with that plastic bag over my head, I eventually passed out. But of course, my boy punched me back awake. Then tossed my skinny old ass across the room. I woke up as I flew into the wall and fell to the ground. Although I tried to play dead so I wouldn’t have to endure any more abuse, but it didn’t work. He ripped the bag off my head, and I gasped for air.
He just scooped me up and threw me against the wall again. Luckily, these big fake tits helped me bounce off the walls literally. He picked me up by my zip tied, prolapsed asshole, and winded me up like a music box to toss me against the wall again. Pretty sure I sustained a concussion. I prayed that this would all be over soon. But I knew my son had more in store for me.
My son told me that I have four cunts. And when he tells me that I always get scared, even when high as a kite on the coke. At this point, I looked like the poster woman for a battered ladies shelter. He pulled out a speculum, and I almost pissed myself in fear. He cranked open my cunt and showed everyone watching a close-up of my barren womb. And once again, the chimes poured in. He put both fists inside my cunt. But he quickly turned his attention to my fourth hole, which is my pee hole.
But he told me to get spread and ready. Then he shoved his cock up my pee hole. And it felt like I pissed glass shards out of my urethra. My tiniest cunt, my tightest cunt, he destroyed for his audience. And for his pleasure and his financial gain. My tiny cunt bled as I screamed in pain. But I know he loves me.
He forced my face into the big bowl of cocaine again to dull that pain. Eventually, he pumped his cum deep inside my pee hole. And he followed that by pissing straight into my bladder. Eventually, I pissed out his pee and his cum before I got to snort some more cocaine.
Consider my son a violent phone sex content creator. And this mommy serves as his muse. Although I survived this, I survived it barely. Days later, I am still pissing blood. And shitting blood too. So maybe I am grateful that his visits seem fewer in between. This gives me a chance to recuperate before he destroys me again.
So many men have killer phone sex fantasies for this redheaded MILF. I’m not sure why either. But I bring out the worst in men and boys alike. Last night my sons invited a few older high school boys over for a pool party. Sort of an end of summer bash because they go back to school on Monday. But those boys saw me, and they had other things in mind.
My sons honestly did not invite them over to gangbang their mommy whore. My sons invited them over to try to get into the cool boy club at school. These older boys are sort of the most popular guys in school and if you hang around them sometimes the hottest girls trickle down to their friends. So, in my mind, when those boys wanted to turn me into a gangbang rape porn star I didn’t stop them. I was doing this for my sons.
But these older teen boys were much rougher on me than I anticipated. And they knew that my sons wanted to piggyback off their popularity to get some teenage hot pussy. But they were going to make them work for it. And by work for it, they meant fuck their mommy senseless.
Good thing I had a big bag of Coke. Because I needed it. As those four extra bonus boys had huge cocks even for their age. And they were clearly alpha boys already. Their popularity at school appears to have gone to both heads. They pulled my red hair, slapped my ass and fucked me like they were jack hammers. Every time their cock slid out of me, they joked about my gaped asshole and partial prolapse. That’s because I’ve had a lot of anal action, especially hard-core anal action.
They would spit into my ass hole and even piss in it too before they slammed their dicks back inside telling me that’s all the lube. I deserve. Perhaps they’re right. Maybe that is all I deserve. All I knew was that this seemed like what a selfless mother would do. She lets those alpha teens boys turn her into their personal ass rape porn doll.
For hours they destroyed my asshole. Choked me. Slapped me. and fucked me dirtier than a porn star. Even make me clean their dicks after they were rammed up my ass. I don’t know if I should be afraid of these boys or excited for what lies ahead. But I’m in this for my boys.
