Strangulation phone sex is oddly popular. I am not into erotic asphyxiation. I do not wish to be strangled by anyone, but as a whore, I never get the choice of what I want sadly. I found myself in Chuck’s dungeon. That room is a nightmare for any woman. It is full of nasty instruments and equipment to torture a woman. He is the king of rough sex. I just wanted to share some blow with him. I did not want to die. I did not want my ass prolapsed. I did not want choked either. But guess what? He did all that and more. He was in a sick mood. I am okay with sick moods, but this was full on torture sex, and I was not high enough. At least my stepson gets me high before he ruins me. Chuck wanted me to feel the pain because he is sadistic. I am not a pain slut like many girls. I don’t want to feel a thing. I want to be so coked up that I am wondering what the fuck you did to me the night before.
Chuck tied me up to a bench in a contorted pose sure to give me joint pain and risk a fracture. I hate him with a passion, but I was desperate for coke. He is a last resort sort of man. While tied up on that bench he fucked my ass and choked me. I passed out a few times. I remember because I was fucking sober. I never realize how much rough anal hurts. I am usually so fucked up that I cannot feel the pain. This ass rape porn star remembers everything that happened to her in Chuck’s dungeon. Fuck my life, why did I have to go to him? I have huge purple marks on my throat from his hands. I have rope burns on my extremities. And do not even get me started on my asshole.
I don’t always love being my son’s streaming ass rape porn star, but I love him. Plus, he has the best coke. He has been taking care of me for years. Sure, I must endure some abuse, but he always makes sure that I am high enough to not feel the pain until the next day. I love my boy. He had some primo coke last night and he wanted to share it with his favorite mommy whore. I did a few lines quickly to get my body in the right condition for his live stream. He had over 800 individual men watching and tipping for the show. I stood in front of the camera without a care in the world because I was high. High enough for the anal torture sex to begin. I shit out my asshole for him. I squat and grunt like I am taking a dump, and because my asshole has been used so much when I do that it pops out. I could hear the dings of payments as men watched my asshole prolapse. My son put a zip tie on it so I could not suck it back in. When he started fucking my prolapsed hole, the chimes were dinging nonstop with tips. But anal torture was not all that was happening to me. Things got physical. Very physical. My son loves the colors purple and blue, so he punched me a few dozen times. Nothing hard enough to break my sniffer or ribs, just hard enough to plump up my lips and turn me pretty colors. I felt nothing. I was high as a kite and enjoying the attention and quality mother son time. According to my son, I am 4-hole wonder. He wanted to fuck my pee hole, so he did. It is the tightest hole I have. Can you believe that? Sounding devices, fingers and eventually his cock went into my tiniest hole. Today, I can hardly move, and I cannot pee without crying, but I have enough coke to dull all the pain. My boy always gives me a brutal, but hot taboo phone sex call.
I love roleplay phone sex calls. I am a druggy whore. I do anything for blow or anything for cash to buy coke. Ian approached me in a bar. He needed me to roleplay his mistress for him. I was confused. Why would he not just fuck me if he wanted a mistress? He offered me money and I was desperate. I was prepared to fuck him. I wanted to fuck him so I could say I earned my money. But he did not need a real mistress. He just needed me to act like I was with him last night and like we have fucked for months. It took me a bit to realize that he just needed an alibi for his estranged wife. Their daughter is claiming daddy is diddling her every night after she goes to bed. Daddy does not live with them right now. He sneaks in though. I guess he took care of making sure not to be caught on traffic cams or household security cameras either. He did not think his daughter would remember what was going on in the middle of the night. But she woke up a few times while daddy was on top of her exploring his rape phone sex fantasies. I was just vouching that there was no way he was at their house last night because he spent the night with me. It was really a twisted role play I landed myself in the middle of. But I was in it, and I had no way out that would not end me up in trouble if I said it was all a lie. This guy told his wife maybe if there is any truth to their daughter’s story it was not him, but her new beau. Oh. He wanted to fuck his daughter and frame her boyfriend so he could sue for custody and have his own fuck doll at home with him all the time. I had no idea if it would work. But it could work. It was kind of genius. He could have a very young teen rape porn star living with him thanks to my acting skills. I just did it for the coke money. I told him I could keep being his alibi for a regular contribution to my coke fund. What do I care if he is turning his young daughter into his private whore. Isn’t that what daughters are for?
My son needed his snuff porn star again last night. It was a double header of sorts for us. I am his old coke whore mommy, and he knows I never say no to him. He keeps me addicted to his primo coke. When he calls, I am there. I was still sore from the night before. The black, blue and purple marks were in their glory on my body too. I am my son’s cash cow. He streams our fun for money. He has many viewers who enjoy a brutal mommy sex show. That is what they got last night too. I did not feel any pain last night because I had my face in a bowl of coke most of the time, but boy do I feel it today. My ass hurts more than an ass rape porn star’s ass after a brutal anal gangbang. My son’s viewers love brutal ass play. They enjoy my humiliation too. My son would put my face in a bowl of coke, then in the toilet bowl. I was inhaling piss water and coke most of the night. That was nothing, however, compared to what he did to my ass. It began as anal fisting. I could hear the chimes of the money viewers were paying to see me sodomized in the most brutal way. I did a lot of coke to not feel this pain. My boy shoved his fist up my asshole and pulled out my anus. He zip tied my prolapsed asshole. That is not even the worst of what my boy did to me. He is all about making money, so he gave his viewers one hell of an anal torture sex show. He shoved his cock in my prolapsed ass and joked about how the folds of my prolapse covered his cock. Now the chimes of money were dinging left and right. The zip tie is off my ass now, but it is still prolapsed and sore. I have new bruises and a destroyed asshole, but I have coke thanks to my son and his viewers.
Taboo phone sex mommies never turns down boy cock. Normally, boy cock does not get me in trouble. But this time I fucked the wrong boy. His dad found out and is now blackmailing me. I fucked up. The dad is like some local mobster. He has hidden cams all over his house and has me on film fucking his teenage boy. He threatened to expose me as a P mommy. That would bring my fragile life crashing down. So, for now, this daddy owns me. Now, I have two blackmailers in my life. How do I keep getting myself in such trouble? Oh, that’s right, because I am a coke whore. On Tuesday, I was summoned by daddy to do something for him. He needed a package delivered. I thought to myself that being a courier was not a bad punishment. I changed my mind when I saw the package. It was a young girl. A very young girl. Daddy was a sex trafficker among other things. What the fuck. I was an unwilling accomplice for teen rape porn. Hell, I was not sure this girl was even a teen. She was young. I took the scared thing who was bound and gagged to the address I was given. I walked into a place crammed full of young girls who were strung out like my package. There was a filming room where I guess they made brat porn. I watched men sodomize and gang bang a few rugrats before a man relieved me of my package. I turned to leave, but I was told to stay. I was going to be in one of the films. I did not want to be in any blue movie with a girl that young. I was reminded of a little movie I made with a boy just as young. Fuck my life. Now, I am on film with a young boy and a barely conscious girl. I was forced to eat her little bald slit and finger fuck her holes for about an hour. I was an unwilling accomplice phone sex partner. I guess it is just more insurance that I am not going anywhere anytime soon.
Snuff porn auditions are brutal. I have starred in enough snuff flicks to know that any audition is a gamble. I showed up at one a few days ago. I knew it was sketchy as fuck. The location alone screamed RUN. But I was out of coke. Marcus, my regular drug dealer, was in jail on a DUI for a few days. And a few days without coke is like an eternity without it when my mother-in-law is in town. I am sure you can relate. Do you think about doing bad things to your MIL? I know I do. The coke is the only thing that stands between me and prison for the rest of my life. I do what I must to stay at home with my sons. I had never been to the location of this casting call, but it was the worst part of town. There is a murder a day down there, or at least some death by overdose. I focused on the money, like I usually do. I let the director take some pictures of me. I guess the film was for a private collector. I soon found out this was not one of the typical snuff movies I have filmed in the past. My pictures, along with a few other desperate starlets were being auctioned off. For what I was not sure. The youngest girl was up first. She had the highest bidder. Me, and three other women watched, waiting our fate. A man came out in an executioner’s outfit, and I felt a pit in the bottom of my stomach. My gut told me to run, my addiction told me to stay. We watched in horror as this young girl was fucked and mutilated. This was not simulated snuff sex. There were body parts, entrails and lots of blood. Too much blood to be fake. Too much screaming to be fake too. I looked at the other girls and yelled RUN. We scattered like frightened mice, but only I got out. I heard the blood curdling screams but I could not save them. I did save myself though, but just barely. I think I have way more than 9 lives.
I am a taboo phone sex mommy. Because of that, I get a lot of attention from young boys, sometimes unwanted attention. I wanted some weed. My oldest boy goes to high school with the brother of a big time dealer in town. He is not a coke or heroin dealer. Just weed. I had coke this time, but I needed weed to come down from a bender. It is legal for medicinal use in my state, but not recreational yet. I cannot get a medical card, because despite all the shit my body has endured, there is nothing wrong with me. I do not smoke weed as much as I snort coke, but my normal dealer was out of the funk. He only had crappy weed which would not help me sleep. My son put me in contact with Max who put me in contact with his brother, Xander. I thought the boy was harmless. I mean he is a teenage weed dealer living at home still. I did not expect him to be some violent Kingpin. Xander had rape phone sex fantasies for milfs. I fit his type too. I was in his bedroom in a nice house in the suburbs. This was not some dive bar or abandoned building in the red-light district. The boy was clear. Ass or grass but no one smokes for free. All I had was ass to give and that was all he wanted. I was in his twin bed surrounded by Tom Brady posters. Ugh, a fucking Patriots or whatever team he is on now, fan. I got on the twin bed, put my ass in the air and told him to fuck me. I like teen boys, so I was looking forward to fucking him for weed. I am an amateur ass rape porn star, but I was not ready for his little league bat to fuck my ass. For what seemed like forever this teen pot dealer sodomized my asshole with his baseball bat. He made me lick it clean with my tongue when he was done. I could taste my shit and blood. This boy was cruel beyond his years. But I needed weed. In the moment, I was a desperate housewife.
It is always violent taboo phone sex when my son calls me to play. He knows what a coke whore his mommy is. He brought a big brick of pure cocaine with him when he visited me last night. I live on a diet of coke and cum. I am a skinny old coke whore. It is not pretty. I have let myself go. All I think about is coke. It is all I want. When my son calls, I beg for coke. He always gives it to me too, but it comes at a price. He is technically savvy. He has all these fans on the dark net who love to watch him get brutal with his mommy. I mean brutal. His fans pay to watch our violent phone sex stream. I was not wearing my son’s favorite colors last night which are black and blue. He started going Mike Tyson on me and making my face turn pretty colors. Do not feel sorry for me though. I am an old whore. He gave me so much coke, I barely felt his fists hitting my face. Destroying my ass is what his fans at home really love to see. He shoved his fist in my ass to pull out my asshole. He prolapses me every time. He put a zip tie on my ass and punched my prolapse a few dozen times too while his fans at home jerked off and tipped. I know my boy loves me, but I am his cash cow too. Without our live shows, he makes no money. He needs money to get me coke, so I must do these streams to carry my weight. The real show is when he fucks my pee hole. He calls me a 4-hole wonder. I always thought I only had three holes, until my son showed me the error of my thinking. He fucked my pee hole until it prolapsed too. My son is into torture sex. He is my boy though and I know he loves his mama. He does this all so I can keep getting coke.
He forced me into accomplice phone sex. According to him, if I wanted coke, I had to bring him something young and tender to fuck. He was not fucking me because I was too old and used up for him. I tried to sell him on my ass, but he wanted young flesh. Even though he was at least 20 years older than me, I was still too old for him. I did not want to do it. I am submissive. I did not want to bring him a young girl. I hated the thought of how he would molest such a young girl, maybe even ruin her for life, but I needed coke and I was out of options. I am a coke fiend. I go through much more coke than the ordinary person. I bet I could out coke you. When I was out of options, I decided to find him a slut for his teen rape porn needs. I hated to do it, but it was her or coke. Coke always wins. I struggled to get a girl to come with me, but eventually, I found a young girl, a little pudgy, seemed like she had no friends. She was not part of any pack. I told her I was friends with her mother and she came willingly with me. She was not the cutest of girls, but no doubt she was a virgin and had the tight teen holes this dealer craved. He was happy with my selection. I wanted my coke and I wanted to leave, but he made me watch him fuck her. He was brutal with her holes too. I mean he fucked the shit out of her. She was no ass rape porn star, but he tore her ass up anyway. I think he took a perverse pleasure in making me watch him violate her virgin holes. I got my coke which is a good thing. I need to get high to forget what I did to that young girl.
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.
