Gangbang rape porn with men can be painful, but no one is more brutal on me than women. I walked into a trap over the weekend. Something, I did not mean to do either. Seriously, I was trying to score coke with this dealer. I had no clue he was in the hospital and his wife was taking care of his business. I did not know when I was texting his number that I was texting her. I would not have mentioned trading my ass for coke again stuff if I had known. I walked right into her trap. She was there with a few other women who were hating on me too. I am that woman. The woman who fucks married men and does what wives will not do. I do not do it because I have no respect for another man’s wife. I do it for the coke. It is not my fault wives do not put out and do the kinky things I will. If they stepped up their game, their husbands would not easily cave to my request for a trade. The women jumped me. They were not a fan of my bluntness. They attacked me like a pack of angry wolves. Stripped me naked and shoved their fingers in my asshole so it would gape. Then a huge wand vibrator was shoved in my asshole. It had a head like a ripe melon. The wife of my dealer used duct tape to keep it inside me. I was convulsing and screaming from the over stimulation. I apologized and begged for mercy, but they wanted to give me anal torture sex. I was pissing and shitting myself. They slapped me and punched me. They even made me eat their dirty old assholes. I got no coke that night. I just got punished for being a druggy whore. Same shit different day. Same pain, different inflictors.
Snuff movies are real. People kill and torture others for all sorts of reasons, but profit is the number one reason. The last thing I remember, I was having drinks with a guy at a bar. The next thing I knew I woke up in a very cold room, bound and gagged. I was scared, but I was not alone. There were other girls in the room too. Some alive, some dead. I freaked out. What the fuck was going on? I was not sure. I could see some of the dead bodies. They had open wounds on their stomach and were missing their eyes. It was a gruesome discovery. This was some sort of black market organ stealing. That was the only thing that made sense. Who ever drugged me and brought me here, was selling me for parts. It was an organ harvesting operation. I was so cold. I could not move. I could smell fear and death. Some of the women were crying. I just had to figure out how to survive. We have all heard urban legends about shit like that. Wake up missing a kidney. I think this was a snuff sex operation, however. They were not going to just take a kidney. They were going to take everything they could from me and leave me for dead. A guy came in and grabbed me and this other girl from the meat locker. They put us on side by side tables and started cutting. No anesthesia. No pain blockers. They just cut into my flesh and took out a kidney as I watched. I was in shock. All the blood. All the pain. I was not surviving this. No one could survive this. I had no idea what pain was until this moment. This was worse than any other fantasy phone sex call ever. One I was not coming back from.
I am full of kidnapping phone sex fantasies. My callers are too. Being kidnapped for nefarious purposes gets my cunt wet. Most women have erotic rape fantasies. Not me. No handsome stranger in my fantasy world. What I think about is being kidnapped and used by a bunch of strangers. Tied up in an uncomfortable position and sodomized for hours by drunk men. I am not one for romantic fantasies. I like the more brutal kind of fantasies. Last night my caller had an elaborate fantasy. I am still masturbating thinking about it. I was a good soccer mom. I did no drugs. I was not a P mom either. I was out jogging one morning when a guy came out of nowhere. He pushed me in the back of an old Chevy van and put a needle in my arm. I woke up in a dingy room tied up with gross men fucking my ass. I was in some macabre gangbang rape porn. Strung out. I was foggy. I had no clue where I was or what was happening to me. As soon as I started to scream, another needle went in me. And I was in la la land again. I could feel cocks ramming into my ass. It probably hurt, but I was out of it. When I started to come out of it, I could feel the pain. The pain of being bound and gagged in an uncomfortable position. The pain of a prolapsed asshole. The shame of having been used as a dirty cum dumpster. Now I was a dirty whore, strung out and in pain. My caller had disgraced a soccer mom. It was a hot fantasy phone call. It made me almost wish I were a good soccer mom. It would be a longer fall from grace.
I have no official training in bondage phone sex. I just know men love to restrain me in uncomfortable positions and do bad things to me. Even my stepson enjoys restraining me. When he comes over with ropes, chains, spreader bars, and a ball gag, I worry. I know he is in a mood. And that mood never goes well for me. Last time he came over with that kind of BDSM equipment, he live streamed our encounter. He beat the crap out of me. This time was no different. He needed money and I am his easiest means for making fast money. I do not understand the world of cryptocurrency, but he makes good money live streaming our encounters. Plenty of men in the world with mommy issues. Viewers pay in Bitcoins to watch the stream and they tip extra to watch him do certain things to me. Just when I think things cannot get worse, they do. This last stream a man paid 100 Bitcoins to watch me double fisted raw. I have no clue how much money that is. I suspect if it turned out to be pennies, he still would have done it. He put me in his office chair with my legs over the armrests. I had a ball gag in my mouth and my ankles were bound with my arms pinned behind the chair. He widened my asshole with a speculum first for his audience. They were eating it up because I could hear the dings of Bitcoin tips. He cranked it as wide as it would go. He ripped it out then while my ass was gaped, clasped his hands together making one fist and thrust inside me. Even a seasoned ass rape porn star would have screamed, bled and shit herself. I was in so much pain, but my muffled screams just turned him and his audience on more. It was torture. Anal torture. And it lasted hours. I do not think I will ever shit right again.
My weekend kicked off early with my drug dealer, an ass rape porn and several of his friends anxious to make me earn my party supplies. Marcus is black with a huge cock. I measured him once at 11-inches. His friends were bigger than him. I knew I was in trouble because I was asking for three times my normal weekend supply, but my sons were having a party. I needed to be able to keep up with about 20 young horny schoolboys. To get that amount of coke, my ass had to take a lot of cock. My sons were excited to watch. They love watching me get used like a dirty porno queen. Marcus and his black buddies were ready to make a gangbang rape porn with a white suburban housewife. My sons grabbed popcorn like they were watching a movie. Marcus put a dog collar around my neck and put a leash on my collar. He paraded me around to show me off to his buddies. They slapped their big black dicks across my face and ass. They fish hooked my mouth and they groped my body. I felt big black hands on my tits and ass. Sometimes, they smacked my ass with their hands, other times with their cocks. The even choked me some too. When they started fucking my ass my sons started jacking off their cocks watching with excitement. They love seeing mommy get ass fucked. It did not take but a few dicks to gape my asshole. Marcus wanted to check out the damage and so did my boys. I pushed the cum out of my asshole. I heard the boys giggle and say mommy is such an anal whore. Marcus went back to sodomizing my ass because they were only getting started. I got my weekend party supplies, but I got one hell of an ass fucking too.
He told me he would give me enough blow to last the rest of the month if I found him a super young ass rape porn star. I know his type. Wrong side of barely legal, Latina, and hot as fuck. He loves a sexy Latina Lolita, and I found the perfect star for his underground movie. Myra was hanging out at the mall. She was not your typical mallrat. I watched her for a bit, and she was working all the old men in the mall. She got them to buy her Starbucks drinks and clothes. She was all about the money, so that is how I lured her away. I told Myra that I was a casting director looking for new, undiscovered talent for a horror film. She bought that I thought she was a scream queen in the making. She followed me back to his place, which she thought was a studio. He was super pleased with me when he met her. I have an eye for talent. Myra and I did some lines before her screen test. I licked her ass and she licked mine. Her pink puckered butthole was in mint condition. It would not be after today. She started to realize there was no horror film. We were making a film with her, just the XXX kind. I was her costar. No way he was not fucking my ass too. You heard of two cups and 1 girl? This was two assholes and 1 cock. Myra is a natural taboo phone sex princess. She licked my ass and sucked his cock. She guided his cock into my ass first. After he gaped my asshole, she spit in my wide hole. I pushed the jizz into her mouth. I licked her asshole and guided his cock into her much tighter asshole. He ravaged her Lolita butthole. She screamed and moaned, even fought a bit, but eventually she gave in and enjoyed being treated like a bitch. My drug dealer doubled my original coke amount when Myra turned out to be such a natural anal sex whore.
I am a taboo phone sex whore. That means I have no limits in life and no limits on the phone. I needed a large amount of coke last weekend since Monday was a holiday. Three days of partying means more coke. It also means I must work harder. I get my coke on the barter system. I trade my holes for coke. I have this one black dealer, who always trades my pussy for cock, but this time I had to sweeten the deal. He has in the past fucked me in front of my sons. He even makes me fuck my boys while he masturbates. He loves family fun. Like many of my callers, he wanted to fuck his mother when he was a young teen. Black men will often fuck anything. He was giving me a hardcore ass fucking, when he decided my ass had lost some of its appeal because it was not so tight anymore. I was desperate for coke. Until he is done using me, I do not get my coke. I suggested my boys’ back doors. He looked at me like I was crazy. He called me a disgrace of a mother because I was willing to trade my sons’ assholes for my coke. You better believe I was. I give up my fuck holes. Why not give up their fuck holes too? I told him that from behind, you cannot tell if they are boys or girls because of their age. They have long hair for boys. They have soft skin and cute bottoms. I sold my black drug dealer on my sons’ assholes. Marcus turned my young teen boys into ass rape porn stars so I could get my coke. They cried and they fought, but his foot long cock gaped their young assholes. Once we were home though, I got high, and I licked their assholes to clean them up and soothe them. Sometimes my boys need to take one for mommy.
It has been a torture phone sex weekend. My husband took the boys camping. I do not camp unless it is a cabin the woods with a spa bathroom. I love the great outdoors. I just do not want to sleep with creepy crawlies. My stepson paid me a visit last night. It is never good for me when he shows up when my husband is not around. He is Dr. Jekyll and Mr. Hyde. He loves to torture me. He loves to profit off my body. He is a sick fuck. He tweaks on the weekends and holidays. He is a total meth head. When he needs money, he pays me a visit. He loves to live stream our torture sex sessions. The sounds of Bitcoins makes him up his game. Men pay to see him do nasty and painful shit to my MILF body. Men who must hate their mothers because they pay to see me punched, burned, fucked and cut. My stepson was fucking my ass when someone paid him a large sum of Bitcoins to fist my ass. Not just fist it, but double fist it. I was scared. He has big hands. I am a tiny woman. Sure, I can take cock in my ass, but two big hands? He was nice enough to use lube, but not sure it mattered much. It was painful as fuck. He even left his rings on to shred my asshole. The viewers were eating it up though. I could hear the barrage of dings as men tipped him for ruining my asshole. I was bleeding and shitting. By the time he was done, his hands were coated in my blood and shit. I was crying from the pain. He just shoved his fingers in my mouth and made me clean up the mess I made of him. I was just grateful it was over. Over at least for the day. He will be back, and it will be worse than this time. It always is.
He told me he wanted to put me in snuff porn. I needed the money, and I did not grasp yet what he was taking about because I was jonesing for my next fix. I thought I was at a temp modeling agency, but this agency was much more sinister. The guy I interviewed with was a sex trader who sells women on the black market. He did not have a job for me. He had a buyer for me. I just had no clue, until it was too late. I was in this dark room waiting to meet who I thought was my co-star. He was my captor and executioner. This was like Hostel. Women were duped into auditioning for their deaths. The guy came in wearing a black mask. He told me I was a piece of trash and a worthless junkie whore. He thought I was some street junkie who had no family who would look for her. I am a suburban housewife with a secret life. A secret life that was going to get me killed. He had all sorts of knives and devices that could cause fatal harm to me. He was into torture sex. He flunked out of medical school, but since he comes from money, he can buy his fun and fund his sick education. He started slicing my skin, peeling it off my body so he could see my veins and the blood pulse through them. The pain was immeasurable. I had never felt anything like this before. Surely, I was about to die. Die a horrible and painful death. I was tied up in his chair, skinless. Every nerve in my body exposed for his macabre experiments. I was going into shock when he doused me in gasoline and lit me on fire. I felt like I was in hell. I wished I were because that would have meant I was dead already. What are your snuff phone sex fantasies?
Rape phone sex fantasies are something most men have, but women have them too. Most women dream of a handsome stranger taking them. It is a hot sexy fantasy, but those are not my rape fantasies. Mine are violent and have nothing to do with romance or even sexual pleasures. I have dark fantasies. I want a man and his friends to brutalize me. Pull me apart limb by limb. Make me wish I was never born. Leave my asshole prolapsed and forever ruined. Maybe a home break in gone bad, or a gang bang in an alley behind a bar. I love a good gangbang rape porn scenario too. Bring in my young sons, and my cunt is dripping wet. I did a call last night that gave me wet dreams all night. I was asleep in my bed. My boys were in their room. I woke up with a knife to my throat. A mask assailant ordered me up and into the living room where my boys were tied up on the dining room chairs. Other men stood behind them with knives to their throats. I was made to suck their young dicks or die, so I sucked their young cocks. My assailant made my boys perform sex acts on me and vice versa. It went on for hours. The men were getting their jollies making my boys and I fuck for their amusement. When my boys could not fuck me anymore, the men fucked me. Treated me like the dirty mommy whore. Only problem was it was a role play call and not reality.
