I have done a lot of ass rape porn. Not proud of it. Not ashamed of it either. My ass makes me money and I need money for coke. I am known in certain circles as the ass sex queen. I do things most women refuse to do, even junkies. I am popular in the underground world too. Not so much because my ass can handle a hardcore ass fucking but because I am a soccer mom. I do not look like the typical druggy whore. People would be surprised at what goes on behind the doors in suburbia. Sure, I have the white picket fence and the mom SUV and perfect boys and a rich husband. That life is what my parents wanted for me. I have dark desires. I discovered at a young age that coke brings out my freaky side. When I heard that a couple big dealers were hosting an anal freak show, I knew I had to be there. The winner got a big bag of coke. These dealers are well known freaks. They host these underground parties and pit druggy whores against each other. They know we are so desperate for a fix, we will do just about anything to get one, especially one for free. The guys invite their friends, and everyone beats off watching druggy whores do nasty things for the chance for drugs. I was determined to win that coke. No one is a better anal torture sex whore than me. When I was on the stage, I let men fist me and use baseball bats in my ass. They prolapsed my ass, and I told one of the dudes to put a zip tie on it and lather the prolapse in Ben Gay. It hurts like a bitch, but it made me the winner. Those other druggy whores had no chance against this soccer mom.
Torture sex turns me on. I will watch lots of torture porn movies. That is what I call horror films like Saw and Hostel. I love them. I enjoy seeing women mutilated, dismembered and eviscerated. I masturbate to that kind of gory violence. I know I am warped. I was home alone last night. My husband and the boys are on a fishing trip. I stayed back because I require a bed and indoor plumbing. Plus, I wanted to get high. In a tent with my sons and husband, not much alone time to get high. I tried the camping thing once with them and it did not go well, so I stayed backed to party. I was watching all these violent horror movies, snorting lines and playing with my pussy. Honestly, I was super horny. I got on Alt.Com to see if I could find a playmate for the night. That is a fetish hook-up site. I was happy to discover a neighbor on there. He lives a few blocks away. Married like me but likes his sex life to have a bit of kink. He came over after his wife went to sleep. He had a gym bag with him. A bag of tricks he called it. He did a line with me, put on some snuff porn and started to abuse my body. I had to call him sir. It began with nipple clamps, restraints and some flogging. Then he did more coke and got more violent. He started fisting my asshole and pulling the chain on my nipples until they bled. I was wet as could be. He made me lick his fist clean which had bits of shit and blood on it. I just licked my lips and begged for more. For hours we played rough BDSM games. My body was bruised and battered the next morning. I just did some more coke and went back on Alt.com for another playmate.
I always need domination phone sex. You would think because I am almost 40 and have a family, I would know what a good woman should do. I tend to steal coke from people thinking they will not notice. I am druggy whore. I guess you could call me a junkie. My husband cut my allowance off ions ago. He realized I was putting money up my nose and not using it for groceries and stuff. Now I must barter my body for coke or pinch some when I can. I was at a party last night. There were bowls of coke everywhere. The problem was I was not a guest. I was working off a debt as part of the service team. No, I was not serving drinks or food. I was there to get fucked and swallow cum and piss. When folks were not looking, I took some coke here and there. How would they know? This party had over 100 guests. I was doing the best that I could to be discrete, but I did not think about hidden cameras. After the party, I was set to leave. I was coated in cum and piss. I had my coat on and someone pulled my hair back. It was the mistress of the party. She told me I could not leave until I worked off the coke I stole from her. Damn. I thought I was being sneaky, but I was busted. She tossed me in her dungeon and let her husband and some of his friends gangbang me. They sodomized me for hours. Spanked me, choked me, punched me and coated me in more cum and piss. The mistress chained me up overnight in her dungeon too. I was chained naked and forced to sleep on a cold concrete floor. When I was released, I was kicked out naked with no coke, no shoes, and no money to get home. My ordeal to get home is a story for another day.
I am a glutton for punishment. I am a soccer mom and a pain slut. I love torture sex. I love it so much I volunteered to be an experiment for this sick bitch I know. She pays women for sexual torture games and experiments. No medical basis in her experiences. She is just interested in the relationship between women’s ability to cum and pain levels. She has a theory that even the biggest pain slut like me will experience pain to high to cum. I told her I can handle any kind of pain and the more pain, the wetter the pussy. She paid me $500 to test my relationship with pain. She is the smart one. I am the sick one. She attached electrodes all over my body. At first the shocks were small. Did I mention there was always an industrial sized vibrator in my ass and on my cunt? She had the vibrators on warp speed. I was cumming hard even while she shocked me. I was still cumming as I felt my skin frying from the high frequency shock waves. This bitch met her match. I was convulsing. I was drooling. I was shaking. My eyes rolled into the back of my eyes. I was drenched in perspiration. But guess what. This taboo phone sex slut was still cumming. I am a real pain slut. Can you torture me past my comfort?
Callers always ask me what my favorite type of fantasy phone sex is. That is easy. Vampires. If I am going to die, why not die at the hands of something sexy? Zombies are gross. I do not think a zombie can fuck anyway. Frankenstein’s monster might have a huge cock, but he will not look so good. Frankenstein would crush me too A werewolf will rip me to shreds. That may be okay for you because I get eviscerated, but I want to go out fucking and cumming. That is why vampire sex turns me on. A vampire is sexy. They ooze sex appeal. Fright Night, Twilight, The Lost Boys, Interview with a Vampire, even the original Dracula, they were all sexy as fuck. And do not get me started on the sexy vampires in that HBO series Tru Blood. I have long had a fascination with vampires. So, when he calls me, I know my snuff sex is going to be wicked hot. The premise was I got a mysterious invitation to a Halloween party at a Gothic mansion like something straight out of an Anne Rice novel. The party was boring. I was about to leave, when a handsome masked man asked if I wanted to go for a walk. He was the first one to talk to me the entire evening. He was mesmerizing. Hot as fuck. He smelled like sex. I walked into the woods with him. I would never walk out alive. He granted me one last orgasm. It was a doozy of a cum too. The earth shattering kind. It felt like many men were fucking me. Vampires fuck better and faster than mortal men. I came as his teeth sunk into my neck. I thought he would kill me. You know, drain my blood. I guess he realized I was better suited to leave forever with him. I will never get old and I will never die. Sex with dead bodies is what you get with me now.
It is not just a kidnapping phone sex fantasy. It happened. I was jogging in my gated community. I hate jogging but I was keeping up the pretense that I am a normal soccer mom. They all jog around here. I just want to look normal so no discovers all my dirty little secrets. In daylight, a mini van pulled up alongside of me and a man jumped out. I was shoved into the back of the van and drugged. I woke up chained and naked. I was in a dungeon. It was cold. I had no blankets; no food; no toilet. I did not even have a bucket to piss in. There was a bowl on the floor, but it was not full of water. It was full of cum. I was scared and I was unsure what was going on. Was I a sex slave? Was I kidnapped for snuff porn? Soon, I knew my purpose. A man came downstairs and told me he had been paid to kidnap and torture me. He would not tell me by who. I asked if it was a drug dealer I owed money to? Was it my stepson who hated me? Then it dawned on me. Any dealer I know would kill me himself. Same for my stepson. This had to be someone who was too squeamish. Some one like my husband. Maybe I had embarrassed him one too many times. Maybe I had not been as clever at hiding my addiction. Maybe he did not appreciate me fucking our boys. My tormentor would not tell me even though I was pleading to know as he cut my flesh and pissed in my wounds. For hours he tortured me. For days, I lived on nothing but cum. Then I was suddenly released. Naked and afraid and still clueless about who had me kidnapped and tortured.
Do you have rape phone sex fantasies? I sure do hope so. I love violent fantasies. I have a reality that is not far from fiction. I have bad choice in fuck buddies. I am married. I am a mother. I live in suburbia but the soccer mom life bores me to death. I want nothing to do with the vanilla world. That is why I do coke. Even if my life is dull, I can numb myself to it with some coke and let my life escape to the nasty corners of my mind. I was super coked up the other night and snuck out of my gated community to slum with the other druggies and whores. I met a dealer who made me a sweet offer. He wanted me to service his friends and in exchange, I would get some high-grade coke. How could I say no to that? I did a few lines and started sucking cocks. The men did lines and went animalistic. They tied me up so I would not fight. They started shoving a couple cocks at a time up my ass. Gaping my asshole like they had fisted me. When high, I fancy myself an ass rape porn star. I was begging to be sodomized. My asshole was prolapsed, and I was oblivious. Once I knew, I joked that they should fuck my asshole back in. I let the dealer’s posse use me up and stretch me out until the sun started to rise. I knew I was pushing it close to getting home undetected. I pleased the dealer and his posse. I left with my ass hole hanging out looking like raw meat. I had a big bag of coke, so it was worth it. I snuck back into bed with my husband, covered in cum and smelling of sex. He was none the wiser. I am good at leading a double life.
If you are going to have snuff sex, why not cum hard one last time, right? I was in this small Ohio town recently with an interesting history. Over 100 years ago, a complete city just disappeared. All the inhabitants vanished in the night. I decided to investigate. I love a good mystery. I was in the middle of the abandoned city and my car broke down. I saw an old building on the other side of a wooded area. I went through the forest to see if I could find help or a gas station. Before I made it through the clearing, I heard a voice. I almost pissed myself. There he was in front of me. A tall handsome stranger. Brooding and scary at the same time. He opened his mouth and I saw his fangs. I was mesmerized. As he told me he could not let me live, I felt a strange calm come over me. I should have been pissing my panties, screaming or running as fast as I could. But I was in a trance listening to his calm and steady voice tell me he would fuck me before draining my blood. Now, I knew what had happened to the people of this town all those years ago. No one would believe me that a vampire had killed all the residents and now lurks in the woods. Of course, I was not surviving to tell anyone either. I did not want to die, but I was helpless against a vampire in the dead of night in the middle of Podunk Ohio. He fingered my wet cunt as he sunk his teeth into the throbbing vein on my neck. As I came on his fingers, his fangs sunk into my flesh draining me of my blood. I felt my body go cold. I passed out, but I woke up. Had it been a dream? No. He spared me. Not my life, but me. He gave me internal life. I will now live with him in the middle of nowhere for eternity.
When you have gangbang rape porn fantasies, you find yourself in trouble often. My mistake is telling men I party with my fantasies. I get high and my mouth will not shut up. The other night, I was partying with some men in this flop house. It is a dingy old warehouse that burned down ions ago. It is where people go to get high, sell drugs and have sex for money. It is near the river, so no one is ever there unless they are doing something illegal. I was mixing my drugs which always lands me in trouble. We started talking fantasies. I was telling these meth heads my locker room fantasy. When I get high, I think of walking into a high school locker room and letting the jocks gang bang me. The dudes I was partying with thought an older woman fucking a bunch of teen boys was hot. The next thing I know, I am bent over some crate getting cock. This was not as hot as I pictured it in my head. These boys were slapping my ass, pulling my hair and burning me with their pipes. When they could not cum anymore, they used things lying around in a burnt up old warehouse. Pieces of wood were crammed up my ass. Broken bottles too. They were so high they did not know they were fucking me with things that were tearing me to shreds. I felt like I was having an abortion without being pregnant. I was high as fuck too, but I felt the pain. I felt the blood. They kept getting higher, but I was tied up with dirty socks. I was no longer as high as I once was, and I begged them to realize they were destroying my body. I do not think they cared. Never get high with strangers.
I have a kidnapping phone sex fantasy. It comes to me in the form of dream. I keep having it. I am almost convinced it happened and either I was too strung out to remember it correctly or I was drugged. I am jogging along the road in broad daylight, when I see a stranded woman with a flat tire. I go to see if she needs help and a guy comes from around the side of the car, knocks me out and I wake up in my panties in some rustic looking cabin. The couple order me to do different things like dance for them. Their tasks are humiliating but they turn sexual. I have to suck the man’s cock. I have to eat the woman’s old hairy beaver. I have to lick both of their old asses too. It is degrading and humiliating, but that was just their warm-up. They kidnapped me for shits and giggles. They made me their sex slave, but once they got off, they wanted to hurt me. The woman took her man’s beer bottles and fucked both of my holes with them. I had the wide in of a beer bottle in my cunt and the bottle neck of another one up my ass. I was begging for them to stop, but they were high as fuck and enjoying doing weird shit to me. My asshole was bleeding, but the man did not care. He just fucked my ass raw and bareback. He clearly had watched way too much ass rape porn. The woman smacked my face and cut my flesh as he sodomized me into oblivion. I wake up as the guy is about to slit my throat. My pussy is wet. What is wrong with me? I start to think it is all a dream, then I see all the little scar cuts on my body and think this happened. I just do not know when or where.
