I need to be a gangbang rape porn star. I get fucked so many times in a day and never get paid. Not cash at least. Perhaps, some one will give me coke in exchange, but most of the time men just take what they want. They did last night. I saw an ad on an adult site for a milf stripper. They were paying $500 and I needed the money. It was a private frat house party. It was a discreet thing; since the house is on campus, they could get kicked out of school for violating Covid standards with a party. They gave me the address, told me what to wear and how to sneak in through the back. I thought maybe this was a bachelor party or something. No one mentioned fucking. When I got there, it was clear the $500 was not for stripping. I was hired as a hooker. They wanted an ass rape porn star for like 50 frat brothers. $500 to fuck 50 boys? That was $10 a guy. No way. I said I needed more like $5,000. The frat president smacked me across the face so hard, I landed on the floor. While I was down, the guys started kicking and spitting on me. A couple even pissed on me. Since I was down, they jumped on me. Ripped my clothes off and started fucking me. Any hole they could shove a cock in. No social distancing. No masks. Just 50 sweaty, drunk college boys fucking a red-headed milf like she was a street hooker. I tried fighting, but it was 50 to 1. No way I was coming out on top. After a few hours, I picked my disgraced body up off the floor, put on my tattered clothes and asked for my money. They laughed at me and said they do not pay whores. I asked again and one of the guys pulled a gun on me. I left disgraced and used and with no money to get coke.
You know what you do in a winter storm? You make ass rape porn with your evil stepson. My stepson and I have a love hate relationship. I love the coke he gives me. He hates my body but loves to abuse it. We were snowed in this week. My sons were with their grandma for a few days and my husband was out of town for business. My husband thinks my stepson will take care of me. He wanted his son to help shovel snow and stuff. Instead, he tied me up so he could fuck my ass for days. He lets me go to the bathroom and eat, but the rest of the time its anal torture sex for me. He was filming it through a live stream. Guys were paying money to see him fuck my ass brutally. He punched my face several times too. And let’s not forget he abused my pee hole. Not with a sounding device though. He used big objects then his cock. He fucked my pee hole, and I could hear the bitcoins going off because his viewers enjoyed what they saw. He put a plastic bag over my head as he ravaged my holes. I was suffocating but he kept fucking my ass and my pussy. The more I struggled, the more dings I heard from guys watching at home. They were making a donation to see my stepson brutalize my mommy holes. He will never kill me. He will get close, but I am his money making mommy whore. He gets me high, brutalizes me, but he gives me coke. I know he loves me.
Kidnapping phone sex fantasies are hot. I love the fantasy of being taken by a stranger and feeling so scared of the unknown. Not knowing who took me or why. Not knowing if I will live or die. Was I taken to be sold into the slave trade? Was I kidnapped to be used as a personal slave? Was I kidnapped to be tortured? I even like being on the other end as the accomplice. I did a hot call last night where I got to be the accomplice. That rarely happens, so I loved it. My mission was to go to the mall and lure a young girl away for teen rape porn. If I wanted to survive the night, I needed to bring him back something young and tight. I am an old used up hag. He wanted something with an intact hymen not a stretched-out cunt. I found this little blonde girl whose mother was not paying her any attention. I knew I could lure her away. It was much easier than I imagined. I scooped her up and took her to my car. She was in a sugar daze and not very vocal. She looked like a little white girl, but I soon realized she spoke no English. I did not think he would mind. She would still feel tight regardless of what language she spoke. When I got back to his farmhouse off the beaten path, he greeted me with a smile. I knew I had picked out a winner. He put a needle in her arm, drugging her. I took nude photos of her first. Then I filmed him fucking her. He planned on selling her pics and films on the dark net to make a profit. It felt good to be on the other side of the camera for once. She is still alive for now. My guess is when ever she gets too used up, we will kill her and find a new one.
The deal was I would get $1000 for an ass rape porn. I just had to endure some pain for a couple hours. I agreed. I did not need to know the specifics. That was me bad. I should have asked. I was thinking about the coke I could buy with that money. If I was not such a druggy whore, I would have learned that a bunch of black men were going to gang bang my ass with no lube and zero foreplay. I was in over my head, but I needed the money. Well, I needed the coke. Those guys passed me around like a piece of candy. They shoved their cocks deep inside me. Balls deep. Sometimes, their cocks could not get hard again quickly enough, so they used beer bottles or fists until their cocks came back to life. There was a reason why they could not find the right woman for their gangbang rape porn. They were waiting for the right druggy whore to answer their ad. They were waiting on a dumb bitch like me. My ass was gaped so far open their feet could fit up my asshole. I know, because a few tried. They pissed in my gaped hole; they even spit into it too. When they came in my asshole, I had to shit it out and lick it off the floor. It was two hours of hell. Two hours of humiliation and torture. But two hours to be able to score coke, so it was all worth it.
I need domination phone sex. I am a slave. I am a submissive whore. I am just here for men to use. I hope that I may get some coke out of it, but that is not always the case. I was desperate for money. I could not trade my holes for coke. I had to hook on the street. Me. A suburban housewife with two teen sons and a lawyer husband on the street corners hooking with street urchins. I was clean and fresh looking. No needle tracks. No signs of a pimp beating the crap out of me. The guy that offered me $500 seemed nice. We went to his office because he is married, and it was too cold for the car. I knew it was not safe, but I owe a dealer a lot of money and he is at the break your bones or pay up stage. I was just getting money anyway I could without my husband knowing. My “John” stripped me naked and made me crawl around his office floor. He hurled insult after insult. When he reveled a hidden door, I got scared. It was a dungeon. One full of whips and chains and other BDSM equipment. He paddled me until my ass was raw. He told me he was married but needed an outlet for his violent phone sex fantasies. I tried explaining I was not a whore, but he said I was on a street corner hustling for money; therefore, I was a whore. After about an hour of spanking me raw, he brought his cock into the fun. He skull fucked me so hard I puked. He just laughed because that was what he was hoping for. His cock was big and thick, but I am a big dick sucker. It was the force and the hatefulness that made me puke. I passed out a few times, but he would just piss on me, revive me and do it all over again. He offered me a $1000 for 4 hours tomorrow. I was desperate. I agreed. I may not survive it though.
Taboo phone sex is my specialty because I do the things wives dare not think about. I get off being a submissive mommy. I think boys should be able to do whatever they want to their mommies, whenever they want too. Mommies should take care of their sons’ horny needs. It does not matter how old the boy is either. My teen boys dominate me now. I am their bitch. I am their cum dumpster. I am their toilet too. They share me with each other, and they share me with their friends. It is always rough, some days rougher than others. Over the weekend, my horny teen boys got entrepreneurial. They invited a bunch of school friends, fellow horny teen boys, to make a gangbang rape porn with their whore mommy. My boys wanted a new XBOX but since Covid, money has been tighter than normal. They decided to raise the money themselves. They got me high. Not that they need to force me for that, but they put something else in my insulin syringe. I do not do heroin. Coke every chance I get. Weed, daily. But smack? I am not a junkie. I have no clue where teen boys got access to heroin or the brain power to switch insulin with heroin. I felt high quickly, like almost instantly. I was foggy and unable to fight when these boys started fucking my ass. Apparently, my sons are evil geniuses. They charged their friends $30 each to fuck me. I was only worth $30? I think my sons just wanted $800 for the XBOX and seeing how their client base were jobless teen boys, they did not see the need to charge more. It felt like an army of cocks assaulting me. Cocks in my ass and pussy for hours. I woke up in a pile of puke, cum and piss. My sons never checked on me. They were too busy playing on their new XBOX.
All day long, I explore men’s rape phone sex fantasies. I am a submissive milf. Men see me and they think of their cock teasing mommy or maybe their best friend’s mom who cock teased them as a young girl. For my stepson, he sees the woman who stole his dad from his mother. He has hated me from day one. Nothing I do will ever change his thoughts. I have tried. I keep what he does to me from my husband. Not sure how I can keep what happened last night a secret from him though. I was home alone because my husband is traveling for work. The boys were in school, so I was alone yesterday when my stepson came over with a few of his friends. They had just watched gangbang rape porn. That never is a good sign. They wasted no time ripping my clothes off. They slapped me, spit on me and kicked me. They were pulling my limbs in different directions. I thought my limbs might pull out of my sockets. Suddenly, they stopped. I had been levitating in the air, and I dropped with a thud. That was when they jumped me. One on top after another fucking my pussy and ass. Other guys were fucking my mouth. Skull fucking me so violently I started puking up cum. My sons came home unexpectedly and saw their half-brother assaulting their mother. That is why I am not sure I can keep it from my husband. They know now. My stepson made them watch. He told them their mother was a dirty whore and this is how you treat dirty whores. They pulled out their schoolboy dicks and masturbated! They liked watching their mommy get assaulted. They even joined in at the encouragement of their big brother. I could do nothing but act like I loved it. My pussy was so wet, maybe I did enjoy it.
Ass rape porn stars like me can take a pounding. Sometimes that pounding leads to a prolapse. My ass has never been so fucking sore. Look at it? You do not get like that making love nor from one guy fucking your ass. I did not have just one guy fuck my ass that night. It was an army of men fucking me. Over two dozen men fucked my ass a couple days ago for money. I was desperate. I needed money for coke. Not jut regular coke money either. I had to pay off my prior debit to this dealer before I could even buy a regular amount of blow. I have no money of my own. It is my husband’s money and he keeps me on a short leash. A very short leash. It is okay though because I am a taboo phone sex slut. I learned quickly men will pay for things wives will not do and number one on that list is anal sex. I let men destroy my ass because ass sex pays. It pays and it destroys. Ass soon as my ass prolapsed, the men noticed. They joked about fucking it back inside. Then one of the guys said they should zip tie my asshole and give me a tail. It hurt. They fucked my prolapsed asshole. They punched it too. Brutal ass fucking. I may be damaged goods now. That is not a complaint, however. It is just a sign of what I will do for coke.
All my son has for his mommy are violent phone sex fantasies. But they never stay fantasies. He needs his mommy whore to make money. I never mind because he gives me coke. So, I get beat up. So, my asshole prolapses. So, I change colors. I get my coke. Last night, we did a live sex show. Less sex, and more torture. My son is ingenious. He has this podcast system set up with viewers who pay through Bitcoins to watch him do things to his old druggy whore mother. I am not the most attractive woman anymore. I am a skeleton of my former self. Just saggy skin on bones with big fake tits. I look like an 80s trailer park whore. Pancake make-up tries to hide faded bruises and age. My son lets me get high before I must perform for him. I need that coke for the torture sex. He beats me first, so I start turning his favorite colors black and blue and purple. My tits get tied up better than a side of beef. He goes Mike Tyson on my old fun bags too. Last night, he broke one of my saline bags. He choked me leaving a pretty purple mark around my neck. He put a plastic bag over my head to suffocate me too. The worst, however, was when he prolapsed my asshole, put a zip tie around it and fucked my ass from the outside in. That was followed by fisting my pee hole. I know you might think my son hates me, but he does not. He loves me. He needs me. I am his moneymaker. The dings of Bitcoin payments were off the charts last night. I made him more money than ever. Sure, I am battered and sore today, and I am changing colors, but I got coke and earned my son lots of money.
I love bondage phone sex. Sometimes, however, it goes wrong. I signed up simply to do some bondage modelling for money. I needed coke money. It seemed like easy money. It would have been if it were what the ad said. I went to the address provided to me once I got the gig. It was a run-down cabin in the woods. Something straight out of an 80s horror flick. Rustic, creepy and isolated. I thought to myself it was too late to turn back now. So, I went in and discovered it was set up as a studio. Okay, maybe this was legit after all. It did appear to be a bondage set. I saw all sorts of rope and BDSM equipment. This kind of photo shoot would have been done in a dingy store front place on the strip of the red light district when I was young. Very few red-light districts exist anymore. A man greeted me, and he appeared alone. We exchanged pleasantries, then he tied me up. I was not comfortable. My legs over my head in a beach ball like pose. My ass exposed for beating. It was exposed for ass rape porn. This was not a photo shoot. This was an anal gang bang. Men paid the guy to fuck my ass. He was taking $100 from men to fuck my ass. I was tied securely so I could not escape. I had so much cum running out of my ass he used a wet vac to suck it out of me. He made like $10,000 off my ass and all I got paid was $300. I tried to argue for more, but he threatened to kill me and bury me in the woods. I took my money and hobbled to my car. I may not ever shit right again. I need to figure out how to cut out the middleman to take all the profit off my body. I am doing all the work. I should take all the profit.
