The men in my life all treat me like a dirty ass rape porn star. Men love to violate my ass. They do not really give me an option. It is not like anyone asks to fuck my ass. I do love anal, but even an anal sex whore has her limits. My drunk stepson and a couple of his friends hit my limit the other night. My husband is out of town visiting his sister. That left me home alone with my stepson because my husband took our boys with him. My stepson had a party. He invited a few of his friends over. I thought they would just hang out in the rec room and leave me alone. They wanted to live stream a gangbang rape porn for money. They always need drug money. Often, my stepson uses me as a means to an end. I tried fighting them for a while, but I was no match for several drunk bastards. My stepson slapped a collar around my neck so he could control me better. I get unruly when it comes to him. He is not my master. He is just a pissed off boy who likes to take his hatred for the world out on my body. He made two of his friends sodomize my ass at once. The boys did not want their dicks touching, but he did not give them a choice either. Two dicks in my pussy. Two dicks in my ass. And two dicks in my mouth. I was moaning in pain. I was puking on the cocks too. I was not enjoying this but my stepson’s viewers sure were and that was all that mattered. I could hear the constant sound of bit coins as men got off watching me be anally tortured. If this keeps up, I may not survive the next few days without my husband home.
A little ass rape porn for Christmas? Fuck mommy’s ass hard for Christmas morning? That is what happened this morning. I had been up all-night partying and wrapping presents. My horny boys found my coke. They have never done it before. They are only young teen boys. It changed them. I was needing some sleep before their father woke up. They had other plans. My sweet young boys turned into vile perverts who wanted nothing more than to sodomize mommy’s ass. They pinned me down in front of the tree and took turns slamming their cocks into my ass. I tried to scream, but they shoved my panties in my mouth. They were joking about making mommy their bitch. They accused me of being a cock tease as they ravaged my back side. I was face down in the carpet, getting rug burns as my boys forced their cocks into my holes. Man, this was a side I had never seen before. I knew it was the coke. But did the coke turn them into little monsters, or did it just accentuate latent feelings they have had for their mommy whore. I had a problem on my hands. My sons were owning their mommy, especially her ass. Cocks in my ass raw. No salvia, no lube. Just rough young hard dicks in mommy’s ass for Christmas. I was crying and I was in pain. I was high, but not high enough because I felt my ass bleeding. They were laughing at me. My own sons high as kites and being horrible to their mother on Christmas. Do you have rape phone sex fantasies for your own mother? In the moment, I did not think it was hot that my sons were fucking my ass. In hindsight, once the pain subsided, I cannot stop thinking about what they did to me.
Every woman has rape phone sex fantasies, but I am not every woman. I have darker than normal fantasies. I have a phone son who loves to explore mommy’s dark desires. We party together. I think that may be the root of all my evil. I am a coke whore. Mommy needs her medicine. And that need makes her do all sorts of wicked things. This phone son of mine exploits my addiction for his own financial and personal gain. Last week, my son paid me a visit. He knew I was desperate for a fix. This pandemic has hurt my finances and my access to coke. My son always has coke for his mommy whore, but it comes at a cost. I had to star in one of his little snuff sex live streams. I love my son. I know he has my back. That is why he only hits me from the front. He gives me coke to lessen the pain. I need it too because his audience is sending money for punches and smacks. They want to see my head banged against a wall. They want to see large items inserted into my fuck holes. They want to see me punched in the face. Spiral fractures, broken noses, busted lips and bruised skin is what they are paying for. I am just here to help my son and get my coke. My son was in a holly jolly mood too. Punches, kicks, slaps, burns, chokes…whatever his viewers wanted they got for Bitcoins of course. My son is sadistic. He gets off on torture sex. He always saves the most sadistic stuff for his own pleasure like fucking my pee hole while putting a plastic bag over my head, so I suffocate on camera. He comes close to killing me every time, but luckily, he does not. I think he knows how fun it is too abuse mommy over and over again.
My ass is perfect for ass rape porn. Don’t you agree? I have found that my enjoyment of anal sex is a good thing when I need coke. The problem is that the men I fuck for drugs are more into violent sex. But I need my coke. I admit I am an addict. No one, me included, wants to cure me because I am such a freak on powder. My stepson is just one of my dealers. He is among the more violent ones too. He promised me a big bag of blow if I helped him out. I blindly agreed. I figured it was just more ass sex, rough ass sex, but nothing I could not recuperate from with a bag of frozen peas and some white powder. Turns out my stepson got himself into some trouble gambling with the wrong folks. The kind of guys who break kneecaps. These Guido types also make underground gangbang rape porn. My stepson thought if I made a movie for them maybe they would wipe his debt clean. I was hesitant to do it, but I knew my husband and our sons would be in danger if I did not help this debt go away. The loan sharks liked the idea of a soccer mom starring in one of their productions. I was not prepared for my costars. I was not high enough, but I could no longer change my mind. I was the star and about 50 four legged beasts were the costars. I may be a druggy whore, but I prefer human cock. I never felt more degraded, but this kind of furry porn makes big bucks on the black market. I was not high enough for 50 red rockets. Ultimate humiliation for me. 50 beasts nutted inside me. Their red rockets like barbed wire inside my pussy. I made that little film to save my stepson from being beat to death, but honestly, I would have preferred a snuff porn.
I enjoy fantasy phone sex calls. That is why I am on a snuff site. I have no taboos. If you think you are too extreme; I will likely tell you to kick it up a notch. I enjoy all taboo fantasies. The more creative and violent, the hornier I get. Pain slut, submissive whore, druggy whore, sex slave, torture doll… all are names to describe me. I am a dirty slut and a nasty freak. So, when he told me he had naughty fantasies about force fucking his mother, I knew he was in the right place. The scene was that mommy was putting up the tree and holiday decorations. She had on a conservative nightgown, but it was obvious mommy had no bra on because her nipples were erect. That was the clue in his mind that mommy needed fucked. As I was bent over putting lights on the tree, my boy grabbed me hard. He pulled up my nightgown and tore my panties off my body. Despite my protests, my son explored his rape phone sex fantasies for mommy. He rammed his cock in my pussy bareback. I was screaming for him to stop. I mean he was my son, and I could get pregnant. He did not like that I was fighting him. He slammed me down on the floor and fucked my ass until I cried. I was bleeding and barely able to crawl. After he nutted, he made me suck his cock clean. It was covered in mommy’s blood and feces. I was gagging as I sucked the mess off my son’s cock. He was so mean to mommy. He hurt mommy. He enjoyed hurting mommy too. His fantasy was not that different from my own experiences with my stepson. Sometimes my calls imitate my life.
Tis the season taboo phone sex fun. The holidays are rough on a druggy whore. I find myself more desperate than usual for a fix to deal with people’s bullshit. I need more drugs, which means I need to do more shit to get those drugs. I met this dealer who made me a deal. He needed a soccer mom to lure some young girls to his place for a sex party. He told me if I could bring him at least 4 schoolgirl sluts, he would give me enough coke to last for a year. Clearly, he does not know me well. I snort about 5 times the average amount a woman my age and size would consume. If he wanted to make a teen rape porn, I did not care if it brought me that kind of coke. I worried at first how I would get that many at once. I have teen sons and they hang at the mall, so that is where I began. Turns out, the mall is a breeding ground for the girls he likes. I found four just the right age hanging outside Sephora, which is a make-up place. One of the girls had a high school jacket on and I knew a boy that went there. I acted like his mom and said he was having a party at our place and asked if they wanted to come over. This boy is popular. I took a risk that they knew his folks, but they were a few years younger, so I gambled and won. I drove four teen sluts to this dude’s house and handed them to him on a silver platter. I thought my job was done, but it was just beginning. I had to strip the girls, drug them and pre party with their fuck holes. He filmed me with a strapon fucking their tight teen holes. I had to fist their cunts too. I am not often the aggressor. It felt weird, but my eye was on the coke. I started to realize he wanted me to ruin their holes before he fucked them. He wanted to fuck their gaping bleeding fuck holes. He gave me some coke to bring out my evil phone sex side and it worked like a charm. They would never piss or shit right again. Well that is if they had survived. He fucked them for hours and made me kill them for him. The things I do for coke.
Rape phone sex fantasies are on the rise. Maybe it is the holidays or the virus or a combination of many things. Who knows, but this soccer mom has taken a virtual pounding. I love being able to help guys work out their aggression. Unlike my stepson, most of my callers only have fantasies that they would never act out. My stepson does not have fantasies. He acts out everything. He has hated me since his father married me. I was the mistress. I was supposed to be the side piece not the new wife. Holidays are a sore spot for him. He always gets drunk and gets even. We had a nice small family Thanksgiving. I thought it went well. Honestly, he was on good behavior. But later that night, he followed me when I snuck out of the house to get a fix. I would later find out it was a set up. He had spoofed my phone making me think I was meeting my dealer to get some coke. He led me right to a gangbang rape porn. There was no dealer. There were no drugs. Just a bunch of his friends willing to force fuck his stepmom for him. I had no idea I was walking into a trap. As soon as I was in the secret meeting place, the door shut, the lights came on and I saw the men. They looked like hungry vultures. They started to paw at me. It felt like I was going to be torn limb from limb. They yanked my arms so hard, I felt my arm pull right out of the socket. When I saw my stepson, I knew I had been set up. His civility at dinner was masking his plan to have me gang banged against my will. He let his friends do his dirty work. They fisted me. They sodomized me. They broke me both spiritually and physically. And all for a 20-year-old grudge.
While others are having Thanksgiving, I will be having snuff sex. It is a holiday tradition. I am not the typical soccer mom. I will be up late tonight doing lines of coke while my stepson and his friends fuck me. They hate holidays. For my stepson, it is just a reminder that his father left his mom for a hot younger model. He has step mommy issues. He is bipolar too. A total roller coaster of emotions, and I never know what I am going to get with him. He showed up last night drunk. He had a bag with rope and BDSM equipment and ten friends. I tried telling him this was not a good time, but he was not having any of that. They knocked me down on my foyer floor, tore off my clothes and tied me up like a side of beef. They whipped their cocks out and told me I was a four-hole whore. I looked at them and was like, four? I could only think of three. As they fought who would take my holes first, my stepson was like leave the fourth one for me to destroy. I was scared. Were they going to cut my belly button open? It turned out he was talking about my urethra. I pleaded with him no. That hole is too small. Way too small. He did not care. He rammed it in and I yelped. I cried too. I could feel the pain and the blood trickling out my pee hole. That only put them into gangbang rape porn mode. They loved hurting me. They loved destroying my tiny holes. They played musical holes. Every one of them fucked each hole of mine, filling me with cum. He did not even share his coke. I was bleeding and crying. My holes destroyed and I know there is more to come.
He had a snuff porn fantasy. I told him I was the girl for him. I needed the money. I was desperate. Holidays are approaching and my city is back indoors. I am going to need a lot of coke to get through both being shut in and the holidays. He asked me if I had ever seen the movie The Hitcher. I thought I did once upon a time but was not certain. I was still high and honestly, just thinking about the money he was going to pay me. When you are an addict, you never think things through. He made me dress like a street walker. I put on some fishnet stockings, high heels, a leather mini skirt and a trampy looking top. I teased my red hair out like a video vixen. I even did my make-up in that 80s slut look. Red lipstick, baby blue eye shadow and pink cheeks. I was ready to act out whatever movie scene he wanted, get my money and then get my coke. I was not getting force fucked. This was not some ass rape porn gig either. He planned on killing me. Literally, he wanted to rip me in shreds, and I was too stupid to realize it until it was too late. I was standing between two semi-trucks and still clueless. He chained one arm to one rig and the other arm to the other rig. Still, I thought this was fake. I had no memory of the movie. If I had, I may not have agreed. I had no idea he had accomplices in the driver seat of each truck and as they inched forward a little, I was being pulled in two different directions. I pissed myself. Blondie’s song Rip Her to Shreds played in my head as my arm popped out of its socket. My leg pulled out of its socket. Skin tore from my limbs. My left arm tore off first, then my left leg. Blood was spurting everywhere. I must have gone into shock because everything went dark. I remember hearing laughter right before I died. Druggy whores should never agree to snuff sex. It never works out.
Bondage phone sex can go horribly wrong when you are a druggy whore. One of the ways I make extra money to score coke is with bondage shoots. I enjoy being bound and gagged for photographers. It makes me feel vulnerable. It requires trust. I must trust the photographer. Trust that he is taking pictures for some sort of fetish site and not going to hurt me. The truth is though, that if I am restrained, you can do anything you want to me. Stuff a ball gag in my mouth and I cannot scream for help. This makes me your perfect victim. I agreed to a bondage shoot with the guy I did not know. Coronavirus has limited my options for making money to buy coke, so I answered an ad on a fetish site. I thought he was just looking for models to profit from. A photographer pays women like me to be his model. He then makes way more money from selling the pictures to many different online rags. I never have ownership of the pictures, even though I am the model. The guy seemed fine. He had an assistant who tied me up and helped me into certain poses. He was polite while taking pictures, then suddenly Mr. Hyde disappeared, and I was dealing with Dr. Jeckel. He got verbally abusive. He spewed a litany of insults at me. His assistant started yanking the ropes like a sick puppeteer. My arms were restrained behind my back and I could feel him pulling tightly like he wanted to fracture my arm. I was not just uncomfortable; I was in pain. His assistant came around to the front of me and spit in my face before he began using me as a punching bag. He broke my nose. Fractured some ribs. I passed out strung up on my tippy toes. What woke me was the impact my body made on the floor when he cut me loose. They were not done yet. I agreed to a bondage shoot, but what I made was a gangbang rape porn. Other men came into the room and fucked my pussy and sodomized my ass for hours. At least I still got paid. The coke I bought helped dull the pain until it did not.
