Do you watch gangbang rape porn? If you watch any on the dark net, you may have seen my ass getting pummeled before. I am a minor sensation thanks to my stepson. He has been uploading our homemade porn tapes since COVID first hit. It is how he made money when he lost his job. He has not gone back to the normal workforce yet. He claims he makes more money now and works fewer hours, so he is never going back to the 9-5 world. Right now, I am his only cash cow. My ass has taken quite the beating since he discovered streaming on the dark web. I do not know how much more I can take. I know I am a seasoned ass rape porn star, but he just keeps pushing the limits. Last night, he summoned me to his place in the middle of the night. I was so groggy, but he did not care. He had some guys over who paid to fuck his porno queen. They were all younger than me. He charged them $500 a piece to fuck me bareback and do whatever they wanted to do to me. That scared me. These men looked rough and drunk. I could hope for drunk dick. Soft cocks rarely do much damage, but that was not happening. These men had no erectile dysfunction, sadly. My stepson tied me up like a beach ball and they took turns sodomizing me. No lube. Not even some spit on my abused asshole. They joked that a dirty whore like me did not deserve any romance. I did not think lube was romance. They fucked my ass simultaneously. Three cocks in my ass at once felt like a baseball bat. They fucked me raw. My stepson filmed it all. He loaded it up to his pay site and told me his fans will love the destruction of my ass. I guess as an anal taboo phone sex whore, this is my life.
Bondage phone sex calls never go well for me. Just like bondage encounters never go well for me. Yet, knowing I often find myself in precarious situations, I still answer ads for bondage models in the back of sleazy magazines. The folks that advertise in these rag magazines are rarely professionals. I usually am some one’s spank bank material and fuck slave. The last ad I answered offered $500 for an hour of work. That was easy money to a coke head like me. It was a couple who placed the ad. A sexy couple with a mean side. The photo shoot started out fine. Me tied up and restrained in various positions. After about ten minutes, however, it hit me this might be a snuff porn I was doing. I started to get scared. Like really scared. The wife came out with pantyhose. I have been in this dark world long enough to know that pantyhose can suffocate a woman. The woman put her hose over my face as her husband fucked my ass. I was struggling to breathe. I did not want to go out this way. I mean what would my husband and sons think if my body was found naked with pantyhose around my face. I did not die. But there were times that I thought I might. At one point, I passed out. I could not catch a breath and passed out. The woman slapped my face and told me I best stay awake, or she may just let me die. She was meaner than her husband. He was just into punishing my ass with his big cock, and he did. My ass was raw and sore. But what really hurt was my head. Suffocation phone sex is rough on the body. I got my $500, but I almost died a few times. Coke makes me do stupid things.
Killer pone sex fantasies get me hot and bothered all the time. I love being murdered. I want to be the victim. In my real life, I take a beating. Well, my pussy and ass take the brunt of the punishment. One of these days, if I am not careful, I might end of dead. I rarely think before I act. Last night, I hooked up with the wrong guy. Been there done that, but I keep doing it again. Clearly, I have poor judgment. I get high and do not think things through. I went home last night with this guy I was partying with. Handsome younger man. Not extremely younger than me but closer to 30 than me. We were shooting pool and doing shots. Even a few lines off the pool table. He asked me back to his place to keep on having fun. I thought he was just a regular guy. I did not think he was scoping out snuff porn stars in a dive bar. We get back to his place, and his demeaner changes. Likely instantly changed. One foot in the door and he shoved me the rest of the way. I landed with a thud on the floor. I quickly tried to crawl away from him, but he put a foot on my back and flattened me like a pancake. He ripped my clothes off and shoved fingers in my cunt and ass and picked me up like a bowling ball. He carried me to his bedroom and dropped me on the floor. He had a camera already set up. He knew this was going to happen. He just had to find the right taboo phone sex whore. And I walked right into his killer pad willingl. He smacked me around and brutalized my ass with his fists and various household gadgets. I was screaming and crying, but he just tore me up. I was a bloody, bruised mess when he was done. He picked me like a bowling ball again and dropped me in the hallway, naked, scared and bloody. When will I ever learn?
I am no stranger to ass rape porn. I will do anything for coke or money to buy coke. Normally, I am the one who’s ass is being destroy. Last night, I was paid to abuse some blonde lot lizard’s ass. She needed money to shoot up and I needed money to snort up. We helped each other out. I did a few lines of coke at first to loosen up. Coke helps me get my freak on. We posed for some still shots. We started off in clothes. Like high class slut clothes. This little blue movie was for a rich guy’s spank bank. He wanted to see one whore destroy another whore’s asshole. I licked her ass and pussy for about 30 minutes. She came many times. I fingered her ass too. One in the pink, and one in the stink! The coke was kicking in, so I went harder on her holes. It did not take me long to start fisting her ass. She was out of it. The heroin made her loose. Her holes were tight, but she was not gripping with her muscles. She moaned softly as I plunged my arm elbow deep into her ass. I used other things too like a small baseball bat and large dildos the director provided. This felt more like a snuff porn because her ass was bleeding. I do not think she felt the pain until today. I even got both of my hands inside her puckered asshole. Not elbow deep, but past the wrists. I was enjoying this show. When her asshole prolapsed, I put some coke on it to numb the pain. I rimmed her prolapsed asshole for hours. Then I fucked and fisted her some more. Her poor asshole looked like raw meat when I was done. What do I care? She is just some junkie whore. I got my coke money. That was the only thing I cared about.
I love accomplice phone sex calls. It takes the focus off me. I am a natural submissive, but honestly, I love having someone else take the brunt of the abuse. My stepson always uses me as his snuff film star. We have amassed a large following of men who enjoy seeing a mommy whore get her holes destroyed. I love being his cash cow. Okay I do not love his abuse. I love the coke he gives me. He had a different plan last night though. He wanted a younger girl to fuck on camera. He wanted a jailbait slut. Now, I have no daughters, just sons. But those sons of mine have schoolgirl friends. This one little girl broke my youngest son’s heart. He had a crush on her, and she used him to do her math assignments then turned him down when he asked her to a school dance. I was going to get revenge for him. I know her habits and stuff, so I stalked her, kidnapped her, drugged her and delivered her to my stepson’s place for a snuff porn. He has never killed before that I know of, but that changed yesterday. I delivered him the little whore he wanted, and she did not leave his place alive. I am a seasoned whore. I can take a lot of pain and abuse and thrive not die. This little whore I think got scared to death or something. He was not doing anything to her that he had not done to me countless times. He fisted her cunt and ass. He used a cattle prod on her girl parts. He fucked her tiny cunt and ass. He prolapsed both holes. He tore both holes. His cock is huge, and her little parts just were young and tiny. He fucked her to death. He got so much money from streaming her abuse and death, that he told me I am better as his accomplice than his victim. He gave me an even larger coke supply this time. I would rather be the accomplice than the victim any day.
Bondage phone sex can get wicked. I love to be tied up, but it is always a risk. I mean some guys hate women so much, especially me, that I could end up dead one of these days. I know you are wondering why I would do it. Why would I put myself in a situation that could kill me or cause me bodily harm? I could tell you I am a pain slut. That would be a true statement. But that is not it. I am a coke whore. All the risky and stupid shit I do is because I either want coke or need money to get coke. It is clear by my pictures that I often pose for bondage shoots. I enjoy it. It is easy money to buy coke. Most of the ads I answer on Fet Life or other similar fetish sites are legitimate. Guys or studios just in need of fetish models. Occasionally, however, I am catfished. I am attracted to the money and my need for coke makes me ignore that gut feeling.
I arrived at the warehouse for my photo shoot and immediately felt off. Something was not right, but I was focused on the money and did not listen to my gut. There was bondage equipment in the room, but no cameras. I let the guy tie me up ignoring all the red flags that were there. He just wanted to tie a whore up for his gangbang rape porn fantasies. Soon, there were a bunch of men in the room. He paid these guys $20 to fuck me. Dirty men. Junkies and homeless men. Some of them smelled like that had not showered in over a year. I was force fucked for hours by the dregs of society. No condoms. No lube. It was humiliating and made me freak out about catching some disease. I never got paid either. I was so stupid. He tied me up for some sick pleasure. Now, I am even more desperate for money for coke.
Home invasion phone sex fantasies are hot for me. I always imagine some kinky guy breaking into my home in the middle of the night and forcing my boys to fuck their mother for his perverse pleasure. The more recent experience was a variation on this theme. Three women broke into my place while we were all fast asleep. I was home alone with my boys because my husband was on a business trip. I woke up to a cute girl holding a gun to my head. I thought I was dreaming at first, but when she forced me into the living room, I met her friends. They were molesting my boys. They were scared, but they had hard dicks. These cunts had their fingers in my sons’ assholes milking their cum from their young dicks. One of the women tied me up, so I was unable to help my boys as they called out my name. I did my best to help them. I wanted to help them, but these brutal women made me watch as they extracted the seed from my sons’ unwilling cocks. They were too scared to be in the mood. Sure, I fuck them. They love fucking their mommy whore, but I am gentle and loving with them. These intruders were violent and mean. They slapped my boys’ balls, manipulated their assholes and forced the cum from their young dicks while I watched crying. The women eventually turned their focus on me. They made me lick their dirty assholes and suck the ass juice from my sons off their fingers. My sons’ cocks, balls and assholes hurt. I was doing my best to distract the women from my sons. I could handle whatever they gave me. I am a good mother. They tried to tell me I was a dirty whore, but I love my boys. I do whatever I can to help and protect them. I was a taboo phone sex whore for those women so they would leave my boys alone. See? I am a good mommy. I love a good home invasion fantasy. Do you?
Guys love to call me for torture phone sex. I represent to them all the women in their lives that have fucked them over, but mostly to my sadistic callers I am the mommy whore who cock teased them or shamed them for their masturbating. In reality, I am not that mommy at all. I never deny my horny boys. Not even my stepson who loves to abuse me for replacing his mother. I have tried to be a good stepmom, but he has hated me from the get-go because his father left his mother for me. I was a younger, kinkier model. His mom then drank herself to death in sorrow. Not my fault his prude mommy did not do all the kinky things I do. I am punished because I was a mommy whore, not because I was not. It is weird in away when I say it out loud. To my callers, I am the surrogate for the mother that gave them blue balls and humiliated them for their natural boyhood impulses. With my stepson, I am punished because I spread my legs for my own sons and his father wanted to marry a nasty freak not a choir girl. My stepson was in a foul mood yesterday because it was the anniversary of his mother’s death. He tied me up in the basement. My husband and our sons were golfing, and he knew this, so he gave me a surprise beating. No streaming this time. This was all for his pleasure. He gets off on inflicting torture sex. He whipped my back with his leather belt. My skins is raw and bruised from the lashings. He whipped my pussy too. Punishing the whore hole his brothers came from gave him some perverse pleasure. My cunt looks like raw hamburger meat today. My asshole is prolapsed. I can take being your torture doll because whatever you do to me on the phone will never be worse than what my stepson does to me in real life.
I made a gangbang rape porn last night. This time, I was up for it. I met these two younger guys in a dive bar. They told me we could continue the party at their place. There was just one catch. They wanted to film us fucking. They said it was for their spank bank. Turned out it was for something similar to Chaterbate, but a bit darker and violent. I was getting high. I would have agreed to anything. Seriously, anything. Our little blue movie began as rough anal. I licked their asses, they fucked mine. I was just a little dirty anal whore for them. I even took both cocks in my ass at once. I was high and feeling fine. My ass felt no pain, until it did. Once they came, they said our little ass rape porn was not over. I inquired why. I got slapped in the face. I wanted to go home to my husband and my boys, but they had other plans. They tied me up with some climbing rope, leaving my ass exposed. That was when the anal show truly began. They fisted me. Even double fisted me. Gaped my asshole wide open then started to spit and piss in my gaped musky cavern. One of the guys lit a cigar. I panicked. I was bound tightly so nothing I could do to escape. He did not burn me, but he flicked his ashes into my asshole which still burned. He just laughed that my asshole was his trash can. I was still being filmed. I was sick over it. Sobering up made me feel what that were doing. For hours they abused my asshole for profit and pleasure. They did let me go eventually but I will not sit or shit right for days, maybe weeks.
He said he wanted to put me in snuff movies. He has been a loyal follower of my stepson’s stream that stars me. He has committed some serious Bitcoin to watch my stepson ravage my holes, even torture them. He promised me a big bag of coke and some money to get even more coke. I did not know my stepson was in on it. When I arrived at the address I was provided, I was shocked to see my stepson at the door. He yanked me in the room. He wanted me to see Victor giving him a big wad of cash. He was renting my stepson’s whore for night. What I did not know was that this was a real snuff porn. Or real until I escaped. My stepson took money to watch me be killed on film. Victor bought me. The money and coke he gave me was just to make it look real. To make me feel like this was just another movie staged to look like a real snuff flick. Victor wanted me high first. I did a big line with him and my stepson before they went to town on my holes. I was being violently fucked. Like both cocks rammed in my ass together. They pulled my hair in unison too. When they started choking me that was when I realized they wanted me dead. Victor had paid my stepson $100,000 to snuff me. That was all my life was worth. I make more money doing taboo phone sex than that. I am a professional when it comes to snuff. I have simulated it enough to know how to lie there like a wet noodle looking dead. They just left me as a lump on the floor. My stepson got my coke and they got high thinking I was dead on the floor. When they were uber high, I snuck out. I know my days are numbered now. My stepson is not going to be happy that he is out that money for a bitch who did not really die.
