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.
Sometimes, I am not the star of an ass rape porn. Sometimes, I am the one inflicting the anal torture. My stepson was impressed with my ability to go from his victim to his accomplice so effortlessly last week. He gave me an assignment. If I completed the mission successfully, I would get coke and a reprieve from his abuse. He wanted to live stream a special show just for a select few who had paid big bucks for a particular type of show. It had to be private because there were some not so legal things that would be happening. When I am his victim, I am willing mostly. I am suffering the abuse for coke. This show had a much younger star, and far less willing one. In fact, she was not willing at all. I was tasked with finding the talent, so I went to the park. It was a cold winter day, but I knew there would be little girls sledding and playing in the winter wonderland. I found a girl and lured her back to my stepson’s house around the corner. It was scary how easy it was to lure her. Back at his place we drugged her. It was just a little smack like sex traffickers use to make their product more willing to play. I got out the largest double-sided dildo I could find, and I fucked her virgin holes. She was definitely a virgin because crimson blood flowed down her snowy white thighs. She was making soft whimpers, which the audience liked because those whimpers were followed by Bitcoin tip sounds. It felt good to be on the other side of the torture sex for once. I was destroying this girl’s holes, but in my world, it is survival of the fittest. My stepson was pleased with the girl I brought him and the damage I did to her ass and cunt. He gave me more than the amount of coke agreed upon.
He asked me if I like bondage phone sex. I said no. It was sort of a lie. I do like to be tied up, but I hate not knowing what will happen to me next. I mean when I am tied up, I am vulnerable. Very vulnerable. A man can do anything to me. And he usually does. My last bondage situation was not good. Not for me. For the man, it was a different story. I met him on Tinder. He said he wanted to party with a milf. To me, it was a chance for free drugs. If I had to fuck him, that was a small price to pay for getting free coke. We were doing lines and talking. Everything seemed to be going well until he wanted to tie me up. He explained that it was just for shits and giggles, and to get me in a beach ball position to fuck me. I fell for his line of bullshit and the next thing I knew, I was being used for a gangbang rape porn. He had a bunch of friends waiting for me. I never heard or saw them, but they were waiting in stealth in another room. They all fucked my ass. It was gaped open, sore, prolapsed, and oozing jizz. They laughed at how big of a hole I had. They pissed into my gaped asshole and even fisted me. I had rope burns because I was struggling to get free, but I could barely move. I wanted out. The coke had worn off and he was not giving me anymore. I begged for a hit. Anything to take the pain and shame away, but he wanted this mommy whore to feel the pain and the shame. So yeah. That was my last bondage experience. Can you understand why I might not want to jump back into getting tied up again.
Snuff porn Sundays are a thing with my stepson and me. My husband is watching sports all day and I go visit his boy. My husband thinks my relationship with his son is maternal. It is nothing of the sort. I go to visit him so I can get some free coke. Well, I guess it is not really free because I have to work for it. And his relationship to me is out of necessity. He needs me. I am his cash cow. I am his 911 call because if he needs money, I can help him make it. He needed money. I needed coke. We helped each other out early this morning. When I arrived, I knew the drill. I knew I would have to subject myself to his violence. Today was a bit different. He had another woman tied to a chair waiting for me. I was not sure what was going to happen, but I was nervous. Since she was tied to the chair, my guess was she was not there to hurt me. He was going to abuse two hot milfs at once. He started on her, and what he did made me nauseated. He burned her flesh. First, with cigarettes. Then with a hot poker from the fire place. The Bitcoin sounds were going crazy. He was making bank. What was he going to do to me? Her flesh was peeling off her body. He was going to kill her. He has never killed a woman before. At least not to my knowledge. Then suddenly, he untied me and told me to pick up a poker. It was not a choice. I could tell if I was not his accomplice phone sex partner, I would be tortured to death too. The Bitcoins were on fire and so was this woman. I felt guilty and sick to my stomach over what I did. My stepson is a murderer and I helped him. But I survived and I got coke.
Home invasion phone sex calls get me wet. I hate to be aroused by such dark fantasies, but I am. The reoccurring one is that I am a single mother asleep at night and an intruder forces my sons to fuck me while he watches at gun point. Sick, I know. Like, what kind of mother does that make me. It makes me a coked up mommy whore. I told this guy I get high with my fantasy. We were both fucked up and telling tales. I did not for a moment think he would take what I said literally and try to do something about it. Hell, I did not think he would even remember. Last night, I was asleep in my bed. I was home alone though because my sons and my husband are on a ski trip. The boys are out of school all week because of the below zero temperatures, so my husband thought it would be a great time to take advantage of the nearby slopes. I do not ski. Me and cold weather do not get along at all. I heard a noise and thought maybe they came home early. I went into to living room expecting to see my husband, but I saw Mike the junkie I got high with the other day. He was not alone. He brought several men and they jumped me as soon as I made eye contact with them. They ripped my clothes off and burned them. Luckily, they did not catch the house on fire. They called me a fire crotch because of my flaming red hair even though I have a bald pussy. It was a gangbang rape porn. My sons were not there, but all these other dudes were calling me mommy. It was violent and brutal. One guy pulled my arm so hard he dislocated my shoulder. I was battered, bruised and bloodied by the time they left. Let this be a warning. Do not tell a junkie your fantasy.
