A woman like me needs domination phone sex. At least that’s what men tell me all the time. Although I have a submissive side, I am mostly only a subby whore for coke. My need for coke makes me do anything. Snuff flicks, BDSM shoots, rough anal sex, gang bangs… You get the idea. When you are desperate for a fix, you will do anything for it.
Last night, I could not find anyone who would trade me coke for my pussy. So, I whored myself out at the truck stop in the warehouse district. That’s the seedy part of town. Lots of bad shit has happened to me in the abandoned warehouses along the river. But this truck stop is new. And I know lot lizards usually work the truck stops. I am a coke whore, but I do not do meth or smack. So, I look good. And I knew I would be better looking than any lot lizard.
I charged $50 to fuck and $25 for a blowjob. Cheap prices because I needed to be competitive. I was competing with trashy whores. The first 8 guys I fucked seemed normal. They just wanted to treat me like their ass rape porn star. However, the last truck had two black men. Big and burly. And mean as fuck. But I needed their money to get the coke I wanted. So, I let them get rough with me. I think they hated white bitches because they came close to killing me.
When they put both of their black cocks down my throat, they almost suffocated me with their balls. Big black balls blocked my nose. And I passed out a couple times. But they would wake me up by slapping my face and punching my belly. I puked a few times from the sucker punches. But they did that to me for hours. I became their gangbang rape porn star. But I had no choice. I needed coke for the weekend. So, I did what I always do. Went home and did coke to dull the pain then started fucking teenage boys
Men tell me often that I was made for snuff movies. And I do not think they mean it as a compliment. For whatever reason, a red headed druggy mommy makes men angry enough to want to kill me sometimes. Over the weekend, I found myself in trouble when I was not even looking for any. For once, I did not need coke. My regular dealer supplied me with a large bag on Thursday that should last a while, even for a coke fiend like me, LOL.
I met a girlfriend at our local dive bar. And we drank too much boxed wine. But since I live close by, we figured we could just walk back to my place. We planned on her spending the night, so she did not need to drive drunk. But before we got home, some guys at the bar snatched us up as we were about one block from my place. And we ended up tied up in this one guy’s basement on a dirty mattress on the floor. We would have fucked them if they wanted. However, I think they had rape phone sex fantasies for mommy and did not want us to enjoy it.
Both guys called us mommy as they ripped our clothes off and force fucked our assholes. I am used to hardcore anal fucking. But my friend never had a cock in her ass until that night. And she screamed bloody murder when one of our assailants rammed his cock up inside her asshole with no lube. The more she screamed the harder he fucked her. Even though I tried to calm her down, she cried and screamed making it worse for us both.
Not my first rodeo. Men force fuck me all the time. This seemed personal though. Like they had some deep-seated anger toward mommy, and we were the scapegoats for all that anger. They punched us, slapped us, even choked us. Eventually their drunk asses passed out. But by that time, my friend and I were covered in bruises and blood. Luckily, I am a quick thinker. And my experiences as a bondage phone sex whore taught me all to get out of ropes. So, I got us out of that hellish basement before they woke up. My friend appeared broken like that was the worst thing to ever happen to her. What a pussy.
She wanted to call the police, but I stopped her. They know where we live. They know all about us. Best to just shut your mouth, do a lot of coke and try to forget the incident. I have become a pro at stuffing down my feelings. And I never mind much being treated like a dirty whore. But my friend, well, she will need therapy to get through this. However, I just need coke.
Violent phone sex fantasies excite me the most. Perhaps, that’s because my personal life is full of violence. Not my home life. It’s boring. But my druggy life is full of violence and torture. And I guess I have grown to love it. I got myself in a bind on Thursday night. I survived the encounter but barely. No one would trade my fuck holes for coke. And I needed coke.
So, I had to respond to an ad I saw on the dark net for a snuff flick. I do those kinds of simulated movies and photo shoots for cash to buy coke. My husband keeps a tight grip on my wallet. So, I get creative with how I get my coke. This video was for a gangbang rape porn with lots of cum eating. And I thought it seemed easy. Or at least easier than some of the extreme bondage shit I have done.
But they really meant a gang bang. Over 100 men must have shown up responding to the ad the director placed in the same magazine I saw the ad. That many cocks could do serious damage to my ass and cunt. But I tried not to think about that. I tried to focus on the money I was promised for this gang bang. However, I struggled to focus on much else but those huge cocks ramming in and out of my pussy and ass.
Most of the time three cocks fucked me at once. I could not talk or moan with all that cock meat shoved down my throat. These men really fucked me hard. Choked me. Slapped me. Pulled my hair. Gagged me. And violently fucked me. My asshole prolapsed from the impact of two huge cocks shoved up my asshole at once. It felt brutal even for an ass rape porn star.
By the time the shoot concluded, I looked like a cum whore. Cum oozed out all my holes. My pussy lips hung down like they had anchors on them. My tits seemed battered and bruised. And my ass felt prolapsed. My entire body ached. However, I did get the money I needed to buy coke to get over the pain. I took the money and ran straight to a dealer to buy a big bag of coke. But before he would let me buy any, he told me to shit out all the cum and drink it up.
My humiliation continued. But I needed that coke to erase the pain of the day. So, I lapped up all the cum oozing from my body, took the coke and headed home looking and smelling like a cum dumpster.
Although I am too old for babysitter phone sex, men want me to be the bad babysitter often. I guess technically as a mother I would make a good babysitter. However, I just associate babysitting with teen girls, not women in their 40s. But sometimes, a druggy whore needs to go where the money is to score. And he needed a bad babysitter to give him access to a little girl.
I thought about saying no. Very risky for me to watch his neighbor’s daughter just so he can sneak into the house and diddle her. But he could pay me more money than men pay to abuse me. So, I said fuck you to my morals. I could get money to buy coke and go home unscathed. Be nice for the focus not to be on me for once. I’m running out of my 9-lives. If he wanted to pay me to explore his rape phone sex fantasies for someone other than myself, why should I care?
So, I followed his instructions on how to get hired, and it worked. They never even checked my references or anything. I think they saw a mom and just assumed I would be safe around their precious baby girl. Jim told me what to mix to knock her out. Young girls and boys sleep heavy anyway. But a little nighttime specialty drink erases the memory, dulls the pain and knocks them out.
Once I had her in bed, dead to the world, I called Jim. Told him the coast was clear. I did feel bad for the girl. And a bit worried if the parents found out their little angel got violated on my watch, but I needed coke more than some little slut needed her virginity. He did not fuck her gently either. But then as tiny as she was and has big as his cock looked, he could fuck her gently and she would still look like she just finished a gangbang rape porn.
He did not fuck her long. That tight snatch made him pop quickly. But he left me with one hell of a mess to clean up. And I did my best to wipe away DNA and virgin blood. Even washed the bed linens and iced her swollen cunt and asshole.
Parents came home, paid me, and I left to go get coke with all the money Jim paid me to assault his little neighbor girl. And the coke dulled my guilt and eased my fear of getting caught.
Kidnapping phone sex scenarios often seem like a page out of my own life. I get fucked up and vulnerable. And that makes me easy prey for predators. On Sunday night, I went down to the seedy part of town to score some coke. This time, I did not need to subject myself to any cruel torture to get a bag of coke. Some guys just party with me for fun. Of course, I sucked their cocks and let them fuck my ass, it was nothing hardcore or violent.
But I got wasted and could not even find where I parked my car. So, as I stumbled around in the dark looking for my car in the warehouse district, some guy grabbed me and shoved me in the trunk of his car. At some point, I passed out. When I woke up, I found myself hanging from the rafters in some dungeon basement. Naked of course.
A guy stood before me with a whip. I had no idea if he wanted to make a snuff porn with me or just beat the shit out of me. He did not kill me. But he made me wish that he did. He whipped me like a slave in the south in the 1800s. Flesh felt like it might fall off my skin. I pleaded to know who he was and why he kidnapped me, but he just smiled and evil smile and continued whipping me. Never spoke a word to me.
My pleas fell on deaf ears. The more I pleaded, the rougher he got with me. So, I quickly learned to shut the fuck up. But it did not make much of a difference. Either way, he wanted to hurt me. I was just in the wrong place at the wrong time. Easy prey for a sadistic phone sex man. Eventually, his arm got tired of whipping me and he left the room. But he left me hanging from the rafters. Luckily, I have one skill. I am double jointed from years of abuse. So, I got out of there while he went MIA.
Not sure how I got back to my car, but I did. And now I am tending to my broken flesh and battered body with copious amounts of coke and weed. My 9 lives will run out soon.
Torture sex is the only sex I get. But as a masochist, I do not mind. At least I do not mind if I am getting coke in exchange. Last night, this sadist drug dealer I know, wanted to torture my tits and cunt for hours. But I had to endure it. What were my options? No coke for a holiday weekend was not a viable option for me. So, I let him mutilate me.
For an hour, he zapped my flesh with a cattle prod. Have you ever smelt burning flesh? It’s an awful smell, especially if it’s your own flesh. I think smoke started to ooze out my nipples he shocked my tits so much. But my boob torture served as foreplay. He went to my clit next. Singed my red pussy hair. Burning hair smells as bad as burning flesh. Honestly, I thought about calling off the deal, and going to my stepson instead. However, I had endured so much torture phone sex already, I thought I needed to see it through.
As he burned the flesh off my clit, I thought about all the coke I would have for this weekend. It would let me keep up with my teenage boys and their soccer pals who were spending the weekend with us. After he burned my clit, and my nipples, he shoved the cattle prod up my worthless cunt. When he shocked me, he laughed as my body jolted and I pissed everywhere. Involuntary reaction to an electric prod shoved up my cunt.
That turned him on, so he decided to shove it up my ass next. And that hurt more than the nipple, clit and cunt torture combined. When he finished torturing me, he untied me, but he made me lick my piss off the concrete floor of the warehouse we were in. And he added his piss to the mix to humiliate me while I was down. At this point, this taboo phone sex whore has no shame left. I spit shined the floor, got my coke and got the fuck out of there with my burnt and sore body.
Anytime my son summons me, I know it is to stream an ass rape porn for his viewers. But I also know he will give me a lot of coke for my troubles. And the good pink coke too. When I arrived, I saw the big bowl of coke on the table. I would need every bit I could get too. In a way, I guess I am a content creator. My son jokes that I need a Dark Only Fans page. I do love the attention. But I love cocaine more.
With my red lips, bimbo outfit and high heels, I got closer to the bowl. You could still see some faded bruises from our last encounter. They never completely fade. Before I could put my face in the bowl, my son stripped me naked so he could slide his cock between my fat cunt lips. However, soon he shoved his arm up my cunt, turning me into his fuck puppet. I endured a few punches before he pulled me by my cunt lips to the bowl of coke. I put my face in that bowl of coke and took a big snort to dull the pain.
Any sex with my son is torture sex. My son laughed at my Geisha face when I came up for air. White powder covered my face. You could still see my red lips, and raccoon eyes under the coke. The chimes poured in. My boy punched my face, sending my teeth flying across the room. He ordered me to push out my prolapse, and I did. More chimes. My prolapse serves as my boy’s cock sleeve. He zip tied it at 6 inches so I could not suck it back in.
Some skull fucking ensued, followed by a belt to my prolapse. Sometimes I think my son hates me. He would punch my face, then whip my prolapse with his belt. But the chimes of a happy audience continued to pour in. My boy reminded me of our deal. I am his cash cow and fuck puppet, and in exchange, I get good cocaine. So, I sucked it up. Did some more coke and gummed his cock while he whipped my prolapse repeatedly.
More punches to the face while he stuffed my mouth with his cock. And I could feel my face turning his favorite colors of black and blue as he continued to skull fuck me. I’m his punching bag. He pissed down my throat and I swallowed it like a good whore. My son thinks I look prettier with black eyes and purple cheeks. And the prettier I look, the more his audience tips.
He dragged me by my prolapsed asshole back to the bowl of coke to numb the pain. If my boy did not love me, he would let me suffer instead of letting me get high. Oh, I forgot to mention that this entire time he tied up my boobs like torpedoes. So, by then they appeared to be a pretty purple too. Before I could snort more coke, he fucked my throat some more while squeezing it to turn it purple too. He believes in beating mommy beautiful.
When he let me bury my face in the bowl of coke, he fucked my prolapsed ass. It’s his cock sleeve. But I buried my face in that bowl of pink coke and just inhaled until he yanked me by my protruding asshole back in front of the camera. He put a plastic bag with some coke over my head while he punched my entire body. As I struggled to snort the coke in the bag, I felt myself begin to suffocate.
The bag stuck to my face with every inhale. My boy went back to fucking his cock sleeve while I gasped for air. And of course, more chimes rolled in. Eventually, he ripped the bag off my face so I could breathe. As he fed me more coke, he slammed my skinny old body on the floor and tossed me across the room. He made mommy fly.
I bounced off the wall like a rubber ball and fell to the floor where he kicked me. But the torture phone sex had only just begun. He gave me a golden enema. That means he shoved his cock down my pee hole and took a piss. More chimes poured in. His audience loves it when he abuses my 4th hole. I am a 4-hole wonder. I showed off for the camera. They sent more tips looking at my battered and broken body.
My boy started fucking me again. And I felt like a rag doll bouncing up and down his cock. He pulled his dick out of my pee hole to bend me in half like a pretzel. So, he did that so his audience could see my abused and battered old body. With my legs over my head like that, they could pop out of their sockets easily. But that’s what he wanted. By this time, my cunt lips came down to my knees. And in this pretzel position, he fucked my urethra some more. I could hear the chimes of tips pouring in as my boy destroyed my 4th hole.
Eventually, he covered me in his boy batter. And my busted up face got to snort some coke while he showed off the damage he did to my body. He pumped my throat some more while punching me again. I’m my son’s cash cow and fuck puppet. But I never mind because he gives me the best coke. And it dulls my pain until our next live stream.
Strangulation phone sex can be hot. However, you need to be with someone who knows how to do it right, so you do not die. I have had years of breath play with men. Not my favorite thing to let you do to me, but sometimes I have no choice. I owe this girl money for coke. And she got sick of my excuses for why I had not paid her yet.
So, she gave me a way to work off the money I owe her instead. She wanted a seasoned whore for a strangulation porn. However, it would be a young coed strangling me. I guess this girl paid her to make her strangle fantasy seem real. Trust fund girl. But the woman I owe money too did not want to be the girl’s co-star. And I did not want to be either. She looked far too young to know how to strangle safely.
I feared her strangle fantasy would turn into a snuff porn. And my 9-lives will run out soon. So, to sweeten the deal she offered to not only settle my debt but give me a very large bag of coke. So, I agreed to do the movie. The young girl looked good too. Cute coed. Girl-next door vibe. But when the camera rolled, I found nothing cute about her anymore. At one point I thought she might crush my windpipe.
She did not look as strong as she was. That took me by surprise. I passed out a few times. She would revive me with a cattle proud to my cunt. That wakes you up quickly. I tried to just focus on the coke. That’s the only reason I did this. If she had not offered up a half a brick of coke, I would have stolen the money from my husband to pay her off. And in hindsight, that would have been the smart move.
But I don’t make smart moves. I make snuff movies instead. I really thought this would be how I died. Some spoiled rich bitch would strangle me to death. But the woman I owed money to stopped her before she choked the life out of me. Good thing it is winter. I had to hide the big purple ring around my throat with a scarf or my husband would wonder what the fuck I did.
Kidnapping phone sex fantasies turn many men on. The idea of nabbing a young girl on her way to school or breaking and entering to grab a sleeping housewife, makes men horny. Think about it. If you could kidnap your dream girl without any repercussions, you likely would. Stash her in your basement making her your private fuck doll until her fuck holes get too used up to pleasure you anymore. You dump her and get a new one.
Friday night, I went to get some coke. And I had to go to a seedy part of town to see a drug lord I try to avoid. He does not do much to me. At least not like some other folks do. However, I always see trafficked girls there. And girls I have seen on missing flyers and in the news. But I keep my mouth shut. If I don’t, I will not survive. I want coke. But I do not have a snuff sex wish so what I see is none of my business.
However, this time, I did not see as many girls. And that worried me. If this dealer and his posse felt horny, they would use me. That’s just what happened too. Before I could get any coke, someone slapped a chain and a collar around my neck. While he did that, the rest of the men swarmed me. Dicks came out. And before long, I had a few cocks in every hole, with the rest of them dick slapping my face or coming on my back.
I just wanted coke. Nothing else. But I got myself into a world of hurt. I might be an anal whore, but three big cocks in my ass at once turned my back door into the Grand Canyon. When they pulled out, one of the guys told me to shove my fist up my ass and pull out the cum so I could eat it. I had no choice. One of them would kill me if I refused an order. Now, I really felt like an ass rape porn star fisting my own ass after three cocks gaped it opened.
Luckily, they did not imprison me. However, they did abuse my fuck holes until none of them could cum anymore. And when they finished with me, I took my coke and ran. Well, more like crawled out of there. One of these days, I will never leave the place I go to score coke.
Bondage phone sex whores get tied up often. And I mean that literally. Before I got married, I did hardcore bondage and anal modeling. So, I still know some seedy men in the industry. Although I am no longer the cute barely legal girl anymore, some photographers still want to work with a used up old red-headed whore. And I am a natural red head too. Bondage shoots paid well in the day. The more hardcore the porn, the better the pay.
My regular dealer ran out of product. And he blamed me. I wanted to avoid this one female dealer who destroys my asshole every time for coke. So, I made some phone calls to guys I worked with two decades ago. And I found one willing to pay me for a shoot. Although he never was my favorite snuff porn photographer, he paid well. And beggars cannot be choosers.
He seemed happy to see me. But his friendly tone turned dark once he had me all tied up and suspended in the air. He did take some pictures of me, but mostly he fucked me and tortured my girl parts. He informed me I cock teased him back then. According to him, I rejected him. And he has been seething over it for decades. I think I used more coke back then. So, I have no recollection of him even hitting on me.
Although I apologized, he called me a stuck-up bitch as he rammed a cattle prod up my ass. As my pussy felt the jolt, I started pissing uncontrollably. And I pissed all over his face. Not my fault, I told him. My body reacted to what he did. Well, that pissed him off even more and he shoved the cattle prod up my ass. But what hurt the most was when he shoved it down my pee hole taking a page from my son’s playbook. Now, I really started to piss.
If I had a hairy twat, I would have smelled burning hair. But I could not fight back. Not tied up and suspended in the air at least. Hours and hours went by. He shocked me, beat me, choked me and fucked me during our time together. But he did give me money. And enough money to get coke. Sometimes, torture sex pays. Although I hurt like hell for days, I can get coked up and dull the pain.
