Many men have strangulation phone sex fantasies. Some, even like to watch two women fight it out. I entered an underground girl fight over the weekend. I have never done that before, but the winner won two grand and that would get me a whole lot of cocaine. I am scrappy. I am in good shape for being almost 40. I thought I had a good chance of winning this girl fight. My youngest son is on the wrestling team. I have seen his moves. Hell, I have even helped him practice them before. I saw the girl I had to fight. She was a college coed at best. A hot girl. She looked pretty scrappy too. I just hoped this was a girl fight and not a snuff porn. When it was our time in the ring, I lunged after her quickly. I pinned her down with my thighs. With one hand, I squeezed her throat and with the other hand I grabbed her pussy. My goal was to inflict some pain and strangle her at least until she passed out and I could win. She was a fighter. She got out of my scissor hold and strangled me. I played possum though. I can suck cock for two minutes under water. I can suck cock while some man is pinching my nose too. I had no worries that I could make her give up and think I was out cold. It worked too. She let up her grip thinking I was out cold. In that moment, I surprised her. I got my edge back and pinned her to the floor with my knees to her chest and both hands around her throat. She passed out. She was not playing possum like me. I won. Yeah, for me. I thought for sure they for a moment I was about to be a snuff sex star.
Taboo phone sex is the only sex for me. I do not think I have ever had vanilla sex. I think back to the times before I met my husband. I was just as wild sexually as I am now. Did I ever tell you how I met my husband? I was 19 years old and working in a bar. I had a fake id thanks to my mother. It was a younger picture of her with a doctored date of birth. It was easier to fake IDs then. Anyway, it was a hole in the wall bar. I was the bartender. It was a rough crowd, but I made bank in tips. One night, close to closing time, I was getting high with some black bikers. One of them was my dealer. He still is my dealer. He is the son of my mother’s coke supplier. I am fuzzy on the details, but I went from doing lines of coke off the bar to being a gangbang rape porn star on a pool table for a small crowd of drunks. My husband was in that small crowd of drunks. He was 35 at the time and married. Just in the bar on a fluke with his brother. He watched in awe as I was sodomized by big black cocks and beer bottles. He wanted to leave his wife and marry me right then. I was the whore he wished his wife was. He had a young son, who is the stepson who violates me every chance he gets now. My husband left his wife three months after seeing me as an ass rape porn star on a pool table in that seedy bar. It was love at first pool table gang bang, LOL. I still do coke and I still do gang bangs on coke. Once a druggy gang bang whore, always one, I guess.
Snuff movies pay well. That is why a druggy whore like me will answer any snuff ad she sees. Sure, I take a beating in these dark films, but I live, and I make money. I am too old and used up for mainstream porn anymore, so I make the underground porno movies. This was an abduction film. I was a dirty milf hitchhiker. My skanky ass got picked up by truckers with rape fantasies. I was the perfect vessel to explore those fantasies too. Willing and desperate. The director of the film took some violent leeway’s. I knew they were going to fuck me, but the original script was for one or two truckers not 30. There were only two truckers who picked me up, but they intended to use me for a dirty gangbang rape porn. They took me to this no tell motel. It was where the junkies hang out. The place was seedy even for me. Could smell urine, even death. One of the truckers put a hypodermic needle in my arm, and the rest is hazy. I did not sign on for heroin. I was in and out of consciousness as horny men fucked me. The two truckers who picked me up were collecting money from men to fuck me. Some fucked my ass. Some took my cunt. Then others just jacked off on me and some even used me as a human waste dump. Guys were pissing on me, fucking me and filming me. It was like a bad porn film. It was a bad porn film, and I was the star. Violent men used me for hours. I was their toilet. I was their punching bag. I was their ass rape porn star. The director paid me. I should have been paid more because two guys fucking you on coke is much different than 32 guys fucking you while shot up with smack. But a desperate druggy whore is always grateful for the chance to score some good coke.
I have gangbang rape porn fantasies. I think most women do, but we like them to be fantasies. The reality is never quite as hot as the fantasy. At least not for the women. I was sound asleep in bed when the dog started barking. I got up to see what was going one. I was jumped by a man. Turns out he was more like a teenage boy. I thought maybe he was one of my son’s friends. He was not alone. I asked who they were and what they wanted. I knew what they wanted. You only break into someone’s house for a couple reasons, and none of them are good reasons. These boys had lust in their eyes for me and rape phone sex fantasies on their mind. I started to scream. My sons and husband were in the house. No one heard me because the AC was rolling, and they gagged me quickly. I was just some old whore they wanted to bang. They did not really take turns though. They just gang banged me simultaneously. Two cocks in a hole. I was jacking off others. They gagged me with my own panties. The boys smelled like weed and booze. I joked with them about not being able to get hard if drunk, and they slapped me around with their hard cocks and told me they had no problems there. And they did not have any problems. Young boys rarely have dick issues. I was just hoping, I guess. I was being assaulted in my own living room while my family slept through it. I soon realized that no one was going to rescue me. I was going to be used as an ass rape porn star until these horny teen boys could not cum anymore. I slithered back to bed next to my husband with a wet pussy full of cum.
It was a torture sex kind of night. I owe some money to a loan shark. I got desperate for coke and took out a loan I could not repay. My stepson suggested this guy to me. I should have known then I was being set up to fail. I did not borrow much. Not like most people would. I figured he was not going to break my legs over $1,000. I was right. He was not going to break my legs, but he was going to make me work it off in a BDSM movie. My stepson was in cahoots with him. This was the plan all along. When the due date came, my $1000 had tripled. What the fuck. He told me it was his money his rules, then offered me a snuff porn role to make up the money. I had too. I did not have that kind of money. I figured how bad could it be? I need to stop asking myself that question. It is always worse than I expect. It began as any snuff type film. A kidnapped woman wakes up alone in a cement basement, dazed and confused. I meet a masked man. He put this steel trap on my head that was heavy and made everything dark. I was not sure what kind of contraption this was, but I was not comfortable at all. The metal trap on my head was heavy and it was weighing me down. My masked master opened the top of the cage and poured what I thought was water in the cage. It was urine. Like a gallon of piss. I was drowning in it. If I wanted to survive, I had to just swallow all the nasty piss, so that the urine was no longer covering my nose and mouth. This was like some sort of Chinese torture phone sex game. My fight for survival kicked in and I guzzled piss until I could breathe again. I collapsed on the floor, but that was just the beginning of my torture.
Domination phone sex is what this mommy whore needs. My sons are teenagers now. They are no longer the sweet little schoolboys they once were. I know they love me, but I also know that love takes a backseat to their raging hormones. They are in a perpetual state of horniness. Friday night was my oldest son’s birthday and he wanted to have a few friends over to spend the night. I agreed. I mean I rarely say no to anything my boys want. I just did not foresee what was going to happen. My son did not want a sleep over. He did but what he really wanted was his friends to make a gangbang rape porn with his mommy whore. His friends wanted to fuck me. They are horny teenagers too. Once I came down to check on them and caught them jacking off to my phone sex site, I knew I was in trouble. My son told his friends to jump me. And they did. They pinned me to the floor, forcing my legs open. Horny boys were grunting and shoving their cocks in my pussy and my ass. I was fighting them. I mean what would their parents say if they found out I fucked their young teenage sons. I knew the boys would not tell a sole. Young boys committing a criminal act, rarely talk. This was not what I wanted, but they out numbered me. They were stronger than me too. This was not the kind of party I thought my son was having for his birthday. My own boy was allowing his teenage friends to explore their rape phone sex fantasies with his mother. My other son was in on it too. I have carpet burns on my knees and my elbows. I have swollen holes too. Three days later, I still cannot sit right, and I swear there is still cum inside me. I think this will be a regular thing because the boys say I belong to them now.
Bondage phone sex can get wild. I am no stranger to bondage. I have been known to get tied up and left for days in a druggy fog. I get high and make bad decisions. I try not to be stupid, but lets face it, I am not the brightest bulb in the box. I am usually the highest bulb in the box though. I like to party. I am older now, almost 40, but I still party. I was at some house party last night. Hell, I have no clue how I ended up there. I remember doing lines with a couple younger guys. Not too young, but 20 something. They had great coke. In hindsight it was laced with something. No clue what though. I woke up this morning tied to the foot board of some bed. I had a cock in my ass. Two cocks actually. They were making an ass rape porn with me. I did not know who they were. I remembered being in the house doing coke and drinking, but most of the details were foggy. I was sobering up quickly though because they were mutilating my asshole. No lube, plus two thick cocks at once in my ass was stretching me out. I started to talk and ask questions, which pissed them off. They did not like that. One of the guys started choking me, yelling at me, “Shut up whore.” I was sober. When I am sober, I am no fun. I was afraid to ask for coke. I just took it like a rag doll. I let them use me like a dirty old whore. I was not sure if I would survive. I did, obviously, but they were choking me so hard, I passed out a few times. I just laid their like a limp noodle, being quiet until they were done. I was too afraid I might end up in a snuff porn if I did not. Just another night for a druggy whore.
Rape phone sex fantasies anyone? I love being a mommy whore. I am a step mommy whore too. MST f my callers know that I am my stepson’s bitch. He has been black mailing for years. He keeps my dirty secrets from his father, and I let him violate me however he wants for live streams. Since COVID, however, his live streams have become more violent. At first, they were mommy rape fantasies because many guys have them. Lots of men have them. But he told me that post COVID, men want more violence and torture. I get it. Does not mean I like it. But I do taboo phone sex for a living. I have guys always wanting to kick it up a notch. Guys hit a plateau. I understand that. I get that. Does not mean I like it. Anyway, this visit to my stepson was more violent than I expected. It was a rape fantasy but with many guys and chains and whips. The men gang banged mommy, but they beat me too. They were trying to beat me into submission. Trying to break mommy. I am already broken. I am my stepson’s good slave. I do not like it, but I do not have much choice. This is my life. I love coke too much to be a normal soccer mom. My stepson discovered my dirty secret years ago, and I have been his bitch ever since. Sometimes, I do not mind him. It can be hot being any man’s mommy whore. But it is mostly just degrading and painful for me to be his gangbang rape porn star. Nowadays, he just keeps adding more and more people to the mix. It is dangerous and scary for me, but I do coke before, during and after to dull the pain. I still hurt from the anal torture, but I got some coke out of it. My ass and pussy will heal with time.
I hope you have some kinky and taboo fantasy phone sex ideas for us. Most men who call me have some wicked ideas in their heads and some creative and violent role plays on their mind. Not much though is worse than some of my real experiences as a druggy whore. Normally, it is my stepson who is doing violent things to me. This time, it was his friend. My stepson has been blackmailing me for years now, so I must do what he wants with no questions asked. He pimped me to a friend who needed a slave for an auction. I did not want to go with him, but he threatened to expose me to my family. He would too. He does not care who he hurts. He thinks I owe him for making his dad divorce his mom. She was halfway out the door before I even met his father. His friend was attending a slave trade. I did not know what that meant in modern terms, but I could take a guess. It was not race based obviously, but a bunch of assholes brought women and traded them amongst each other for ass rape porn and other violent things they cannot do to their wives. Kind of a smart concept, but dangerous and unpleasant for the slave women. I was traded to Master John. He never spoke to me. The silent ones are always the fucking scariest ones too. He tied me up to a wall and started whipping me so hard that I knew he broke the skin. I could feel the warm blood trickling then gushing down my back as he whipped me harder. He never fucked me, but he did whip my ass and my pussy. He still never spoke, not even as he was mutilating my girl parts. This was beyond torture sex. I could die from infection or blood loss with the kind of gashes he was leaving on my flesh. I wished I had been left with my stepson because he will not hurt me this badly. He needs me to be his cash cow. Master John just needed to hurt a bitch and I was the unlucky bitch.
This is what I looked like for my snuff porn audition. I showed up to this guy’s house and he had me go to the back. He wanted me to strip for him outside. He had his cock out. He told me if I could make him hard in less than 5 minutes, I had the job. I needed the job too. I was out of money, and I was out of coke. The weekend was approaching, and I cannot go long without coke, especially not over a weekend. I heard that this guy is really rough on his starlets, but the pay is good. I used my best moves to get him hard and it worked. I know I am not a young thing. But I am still in shape and many guys like a ginger whore. I did not know, however, if I made him hard that meant snuff sex for me. He got hard and the next thing I knew, there were four guys pinning me to the concrete floor. He was on top of me, the director, I mean, but he was not fucking me. He was fisting my whore pussy violently while his cohorts pinned me to the ground. I had no idea if this was being filmed or not. For all I knew, he was just going to pay me for brutal, rough sex. If I got my money, I was cool with whatever he did to me. He let his friends fuck me. They had huge black cocks. They kind of cocks that ruin women. Ruin their fuck holes forever. I was screaming because two 12-inch dicks in my ass at once is like being sodomized with the big end of a gallon milk jug. These guys used me worse than an ass rape porn star. I tried to focus on the coke. I was doing this for money for coke. I have road rash on my knees and my back. My ass looks like raw hamburger meat. I can barely walk. But I do not care. I can get coke again.
