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.
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.
