It is no secret that I am an amateur ass rape porn star for anyone with coke. Normally, if you have the coke, you have my ass too. The man with coke has all the power because I am a slave for coke. I was in a mood last night. I needed coke because I was not ready to come down from my high yet. I went to this little dive bar in the seedy part of town. The only thing that scares me is not having coke. I met Daryl. He had a big bag of coke, but I had to put out if I was gonna get any. I asked him into the bathroom. I figured some head would give me a bump. One cock quickly turned into 12 cocks. Head quickly turned into a gangbang rape porn. The bar was dingy. Like I did not want to know what was making my knees stick to the floor. Nastiness. One guy pushed my head in the toilet. I was high, but not high enough to not think about the germs. I was smelling piss and urine cakes as men fucked my ass doggy style. I kept my eyes on the prize. I was going to get coke. I just had to endure some hardcore anal sex first. Not going as I had planned, but I figured once I made them all cum, I would get my coke. What happened was more guys just kept coming into that dingy one stall bathroom. Before long, I was the toilet. Men were spilling their piss in my mouth and their cum in my ass. Hours and hours went by, and I was a human toilet. A sober one. I never did get any coke. That was a hard come down. I sobered up quickly though with nothing but piss and cum in my body.
I love exploring rape phone sex fantasies with you. I think they are hot. From the eventually willing to the fighting all the way variety, a rape fantasy makes my pussy wet. I have rape fantasy regulars too. I enjoy them all. For some it is the same fantasy every call, for others it is different each time. My favorite is going to involve my sons. I love a good home invasion fantasy with a side of assault. I know women have rape fantasies too, but for a normal woman they involve a handsome stranger taking her in a sexual and sensual way. With me, it is not sensual. My rape fantasies are violent and incorporate my boys as accomplices. When I masturbate, I think about you breaking into my house, dragging me out of bed and forcing me to perform sexual acts on my young sons. Eventually, you must hold a gun to my head to make me blow my sons. But you do not need to hold a gun to their heads to make them fuck me. The get so turned on watching you fuck me and making me blow them that they cannot wait to fuck me too. Not the typical soccer mom’s fantasy phone sex call, I know. But then I am not the typical soccer mom. I am a druggy whore with sick and twisted fantasies.
I had to stream an ass rape porn for my stepson the other night. He was in a desperate spot for cash. I have been his cash cow since he discovered streaming. He thinks sites like Chaterbate are taking over the porn world and soon enough all the porn stars will just be amateurs like me. I am okay with that. I guess like anything, the porn industry is changing to meet consumer trends. What I do is too extreme for Chaterbate, but my stepson has a loyal fan base. They sign on and tip with Bitcoins to watch his trained monkey perform extreme sex acts. I do not see a dime of that money either. No complaints, however. He gives me coke and lets me live. I barely live most nights and even though I escape death’s door, I am not without marks. He had the biggest butt plug I have ever seen ready for me to bounce during our last encounter. I knew that it was going to hurt even a seasoned anal taboo phone sex whore like me. What I did not know was that the lube he slathered on the butt plug was not lube, but Icey-hot. Talk about painful. When I lowered my ass down on that thing, I let out a scream. A blood curling scream. That shit burns the ass like gasoline and a lit match. I knew I had to keep bouncing though because if he does not hear the Bitcoin sounds, he will punch me, beat me so badly that I wished I was dead. Seriously, it felt like acid in my ass. I was crying and bouncing on that ass shredder. His viewers loved it. They could see how inflamed my asshole was as proof this was not staged. One of these days, I am going to die or sustain permanent damage on one of his live streams.
Taboo phone sex is something I was born to do. My entire life has been one big taboo. What I talk about on the phone is not always fantasy or role play though. I had a caller last night who wanted to talk about my youth. I think he wanted to hear about how daddy hurt me, but that never happened. I lost my virginity to my older brother while my mother directed the action. The pervert in my family was my mother. The problem was my mom came from money. She married for love and her family cut her off. My dad worked his ass off to provide for us, but he was a trucker and no matter how hard he worked, it was never going to afford my mother the life of luxury that she came from. She was not angry or bitter. She was just resourceful. She wanted money for coke and fancy clothes and stuff. She never worked a day in her life. Well, not a real job. She discovered that she could make brat porn using her son and daughter and sell it for thousands of dollars. One time, a guy asked for a special movie starring me and him and one of his friends. I was just a young schoolgirl at the time, but I wanted to help my mommy. She put a collar on my neck and gave me my first line of cocaine. She wanted to dull my pain and fog my memory. The guy and his friend fucked me hard. They fisted my ass and my pussy too. I think my mom thought I would cry, but when he pulled his fist out of my ass, I fisted my own ass. Maybe the coke brought out the ass rape porn star in me or perhaps I was just a natural, but a dirty taboo whore was born that day.
I love a hot fantasy phone sex role play. I am down for anything no matter how nasty or violent. It is just fantasy, right? I do not even mind some extreme age play. You see, I am a coke head mother. I am not some normal soccer mom living in the Burbs. I am a dirty coked up mommy who does desperate things for coke. I hit a new low this week. I have always whored my self out to anyone who would trade me coke for pussy and ass. I had zero options this week. Two dealers were in jail. Another one out of town and the rest refused to fuck a used up bitch like me. My niece is staying with me for a week while her parents are on an anniversary trip. I got one dealer to come over to the house, but once he saw her, he decided to flip the arrangement. Why would he want an old whore when he could have a tight young virgin schoolgirl? I did not disagree with his logic. I just did not want to be a bad aunt. But when it comes to coke, I always make the wrong choice. She had this horrid look on her face when she realized I was selling her to some thug black guy. He fucked her hard too. She had bloody fuck holes when he was done tearing her up. She screamed and cried the entire time. He was annoyed with, but her tight holes at least made him cum quickly. I was feeling awful afterwards. She would not talk to me. I tried to clean her up and give her some Tylenol. She begrudgingly let me soothe her sore pussy and ass. It was not my intention to use her to make a teen rape porn, but I needed the coke more than she needed virgin holes.
I had to make a gangbang rape porn last night. I was not really forced, but if I wanted coke, I had no choice. And I always want coke. I had been out for a couple days and to say I was jonesing is an understatement. I thought what was the worst that could happen? I get sore holes for a few days. I had no clue how many men would be involved. Women too. It was violent from the start. Men and women grabbing me roughly. They shoved fingers in my ass and cunt. Fish hooked my mouth. Fisted my cunt and ass at the same time. At one point they raised me up off the ground with two fists inside me. I was not high enough not to feel that. They laughed at me as I cried out in pain. I yelped like a wounded animal because I could feel my cunt ripping. I could feel blood dripping down my thighs. I was a mess. There was shit and blood on their hands and they made me lick it up. One guy had the ide to tie me up. I was bound into a contorted ball position, and it hurt. It was uncomfortable. I had no wiggle room. I had no ability to fight or squirm. They wanted me as helpless as a sack of potatoes. They tossed me around fucking me like some passed out coed at a frat party. Guys came in my ass and cunt and mouth. Some left chunks of jizz in my hair and on my face. My ass was gaped open wider than an ass rape porn star. For hours and hours, I was abused and used, humiliated and shamed. I found out they filmed it all so they could profit again when they streamed it. My degradation is on the net for everyone to see. If I have enough coke, I will not care anymore.
Killer phone sex fantasies are my bread and butter. Every day, some one wants to snuff out his slutty mommy whore. I am the obvious choice on this site for milf snuff fantasies. I am mature. I am a mommy. And I am a whore. When he told me his rape fantasy for his mother, I got wet. Wetter than I have been in a long time. Unlike my boys, Ted never got to bang his mother. She banged everyone else but him, his friends included. She laughed at her son once when she caught him jacking off with her panties. She told him he was better suited to wear her panties than to cum in them. She told her own son he was a sissy boy with a clit stick and would never fuck her. Of course, he is going to have rape phone sex fantasies for his mother after that. He watched her fuck his friends and grew angrier by the day. He is in his thirties now, but still has that fantasy for mommy, so I told him I was game to explore it with him. It was a darker mommy rape fantasy than I usually get. Mommy was in the kitchen cooking when her son came home. Still a horny teen boy, he hugged his mommy, and she felt his hard cock pressing against her. She laughed, called him a pervert and sent him to his room. His rage snapped and he choked her. Choked her so hard that he killed her. Mommy’s lifeless body was on the kitchen floor. Now was his chance to fuck her. As her lifeless body was laying on the floor, he fucked her dead holes. She was dead, but her cunt and ass were still warm. He ravaged her dead cunt, cumming inside her. He panicked. His DNA was all over his cock teasing mommy. He grabbed a shovel, shoved her body in the car and buried her in a field. It was a hot and dark roleplay phone sex fantasy.
I have done a lot of ass rape porn for drugs in my life. I am not stranger to hardcore anal sex. Not saying I love it, but I do not hate it either. At least not with certain men. Women, however, are a different situation. Women are brutal on other women. Anytime I am forced into an anal porn with women, I shiver because I know it will be brutal. I am not into whatever they want to bring me. Women hate me. The chicks I had to deal with last weekend brutalized my ass so badly, they put me out of commission for a few days and that is hard to do because I can take a lot. These women set me up. They just wanted revenge because I had fucked their husbands when high. They were jealous that I gave up my asshole to their men. Not my fault they do not let their men have free reign of their fuck holes. If a man will trade me coke for anal sex, I do it every time. I thought I was showing up for another snuff porn audition. When I arrived, I saw three women. All women married to men I had fucked. I did not know that until they pointed it out. They jumped me, pinned me down and started sodomizing my ass. Their goal was to ruin my asshole so their husbands would no longer want to fuck me. They may have succeeded too. They shoved fists in my asshole first. It started with one in my ass at a time but ended up all three fists in my asshole at once. That was nothing compared to the baseball bats they fucked my asshole with next. They left my asshole gaped like a canyon. It was prolapsed and bleeding too. They achieved their goal. I needed 12 stitches to repair my destroyed asshole. I do not care what anyone says. Women are more brutal than men any day.
I auditioned for a snuff porn. I needed the money. I was scared though. Wicked scared. I did not know if this would be simulated or not. I mean they advertised in a mainstream fetish magazine. I had to provide my driver’s license. There was a set and a crew. It seemed legitimate. I was still nervous. Things never quite go as planned with me. My need for coke takes over all common sense. I arrived for the audition. I was not alone. Other girls were there too, but I was not sure if they were auditioning too. The director took me to an individual set. It was like a no tell motel room. I was nervous, but when they asked me to strip naked, I did. They could tell I was nervous, so the director offered me some blow. I have done a few snuff movies. No one gave me blow without a catch. I pushed the doubts out of my mind and did a line. Fast acting blow because in minutes I was ready for my close-up. About ten men entered the room with me and started smacking me around. They fish hooked my mouth and started pawing at my body like hungry animals. Some grabbed my tits, others shoved fingers in my holes. Even more slapped my face and tits. This was a gangbang film. I may not like them, but I usually survive them. I barely survived this one. These men were savages. They pinned me on the ground and took turns force fucking me. The director was loving it. Me? Not so much. This was a violent gangbang rape porn with many cocks shoved in my holes at once. They came in me and on me while pissing and spitting on me too. I was black and blue and covered in DNA when the director yelled cut. I was ready to get my money and run. There was only problem. This was just the audition. I did not have the part yet. Fuck my life.
Torture phone sex is what I am known for. Does not mean I like it. I hate it. I have always thought I was better than most of the abuse I take. My problem is that my coke addiction makes me vulnerable and desperate. Some guys treat me better than others. Some guys use me as they need and that may be as their accomplice or their victim. Some guys are generous and just trade a good fucking for a bag of coke. This weekend, I was with Earl. He is not the worst person I have been with nor the best. He is obsessed with my ass. That means he is always down to make me his ass rape porn star. I do not know how he does it. He gets my body contorted in the most awkward and painful positions. And once I am in those positions, he sticks whatever he can find in my asshole. It is usually just him and me, but this weekend he brought his teen son with him. It was sort of a macabre introduction to manhood. He wanted his son to learn how to abuse an old whore. Said no boy can become a man without fucking an old whore. The boy was not nervous at all. In fact, he was wildly excited. He put his fist in my ass and when he got shit on his knuckles, he made me lick it off. Gross. He put dildos in my ass, like many at a time and joked that it was a whore’s bouquet of flowers. He eventually fucked my asshole, but only after he tortured it and left it gaping wide. Junior had more fun than Earl ever had with me. He told me when he is older, he will take over his dad’s drug trade and I will have to work with him for my coke. Dear God. I do not look forward to that. Junior is already sick as fuck, and he has not even taken the SAT yet.
