I went to a party Friday night, not excepting a gangbang rape porn. I have two lives. One in the gated communities among middle-class families. I am a soccer mom and a trophy wife to the outer world. Then I have this dark druggy life that takes me to seedy allies where I am used and abused for a fix. I am the junkie you hear about selling her brat to get high because she is so strung out. I have two completely different lives, so I was not excepting my two worlds to collide at a birthday party for another soccer mom. Turns out her husband has a dark side too. He was shocked to see me. I had never met her boy toy husband before. Well, I had met him, just not through her. He is a frequent flyer at this dungeon I party at on the weekends when my husband thinks I am visiting my mom. He has fucked me hundreds of times. Hard, bareback and in the ass like I was his private ass rape porn star. He could not resist fucking me in their bathroom. He likes older women, but not like his wife. She is too pure and sweet for him. He likes his women dirty and nasty like me. He choked me as he fucked my ass in the bathroom. He pounded my back door so hard that my head was hitting the mirror. He left and I tried to clean myself up. Some of his friends came into the bathroom and had their sloppy seconds with me. All the while, my husband and their wives were drinking wine and beer out back. One of the guys gave me some coke and I went straight into gang bang mode. One after another, my ass took a big dick raw. Only me and the guys knew my ass was the real star of that party.
Bondage phone sex is not always taboo or extreme, but with me, it is. I get myself into the worse pickles. I owe this man money. He told me there was a way to work off what I owed him. I figured he wanted to fuck my ass, maybe rough sex. That was not what he had in mind at all. I had to break and enter into a home and steal a file out of a safe. A woman is blackmailing him and if I could retrieve the zip drive, my debt would be wiped clean. It was too good of an offer to refuse. I owed him $10,000. I would never be able to pay it back. I did some research. My callers for home invasion phone sex helped me devise a plan. I studied the house and its occupant. I broke in when the lady had left to go to work. I found where the zip drive was, but I did not know there was another woman in the house. I never saw one while I was casing the place. She caught me off guard. We struggled, but she got the upper hand and I ended up in the basement, stripped naked and tied to a saw horse. She tortured me for answers. She knew someone sent me on a mission. She wanted the details. I am a seasoned pain slut with a high threshold for pain. I thought I could outlast her questions. She flogged me. She whipped me. She cut me too, but when she used a spray bottle of some harsh chemical that burned my skin, I sang like a canary. After that, I begged her to kill me. I know if this guy finds out that I ratted him out, he will kill me. I hate when I have no good options. Die or be burned with acid.
I walked in on some charges I was watching doing naughty things. Young schoolgirls were watching gangbang rape porn. I am not really a good role model for young girls, nor am I appropriate for babysitting duties. But I was asked to watch my nieces by marriage when the regular sitter was out of town. My sister in law and her husband were traveling for work and did not want to take the girls because of the health risk. Aunt Blair to the rescue. I thought it would be easy. I know these girls. They like me. They respect me. Or so I thought. The oldest one, Mya, told me she was watching one of my dirty ass movies. I looked closer and it was me. It was this underground snuff porn I did years ago for coke. It was for a private buyer. It was never supposed to be on the Internet. I realized they were not watching it on the Internet. They were watching it on a DVD. They watched as the light bulb went off in my head. Their father, the husband of my husband’s sister, was the private dealer. He was the one who wanted to watch my ass be brutalized. My nieces had these evil looks in their eyes as they leaped off the bed and tackled me. One tied me up while the other ripped my clothes off. I was fighting, but I was high, and two teen girls got the upper hand. They started recreating scenes from the film but instead of cocks, they used their mom’s dildos and their own fists. Two teen girls, my nieces, brutalized my ass for hours. They took pictures and laughed at me. They told me their daddy would be so proud that they had their way with their stuck-up cunt aunt.
I was in for some sadistic phone sex. I fucked up. I was trusted with some cocaine. No one should ever trust me with that. It was a lot, so I figured a few pinches would never be noticed. A few pinches turned into a few more pinches and so on. Before long, I was naked snorting coke dust off the floor because I went through it all in a couple days. In my defense, you do not tell a coke whore to watch your coke. I tried to make it up to him. I promised him money. I even offered up my fuck holes. He said nothing would teach me a lesson better than torture sex. He said pain is the only way bitches learn. He tied me spread eagle from a bean in the ceiling. He put a ball gag in my mouth because he did not want to hear my excuses or apologies anymore. He hooked me up to some sort of electric shock machine. He enjoyed watching my body convulse. I pissed myself a few times too. He took a cattle prod and shoved it up my ass. I was twitching, spitting, pissing and shitting all over the place. Shock wands are not meant for the ass. He did not care. This was punishment. He told me I had a death wish messing with his coke. I wanted to be dead. Even high as fuck, I felt every inch of what he did to me. It went on for hours until he let me go. He cut me down and I could not walk. I could barely move. I could smell my singed flesh from the current. I could also smell the shit and piss that expelled from my body. I was ready to run for the hills screaming, “Free at last,” but he was hardly done with my punishment. It is a miracle I survived the night.
I often do fantasy phone sex and fantasy photo shoots. Men love to think of me as all sorts of things. I do cosplay shoots and festivals. Lately, I have not had many requests, but I did my first fantasy photo shoot in ages over the weekend. I have been a witch and I have been a vampire. This was the first time I got to be a sexy Bride of Frankenstein. Why? Because it was National Frankenstein Day. I know, right? You had no clue there was such a day either. I love monsters. I have been a huge fan of the old school horror movies like Dracula, The Werewolf, The Creature from The Black Lagoon and of course, Frankenstein. Honestly, if I did not need the money to buy coke, this would have been one fantasy phone sex shoot I did for free. Everything seemed legit. There was a set with lots of crew members. I had a stylist and wardrobe assistant. A check was cut for me for the photo shoot. Things took a creepy turn, however, when I met my Frankenstein. He was a giant. I kept thinking he was not an actor but maybe some real-life monster. I could not see a mask or makeup. Just a good makeup artist, I assumed. I mean the monsters of movies are fictional, right? I tried to forget the weird feeling I had in my gut. I just focused on my payday. My Frankenstein did not speak to me. He just grunted. He was really in character for National Frankenstein Day. I thought it was a photo shoot, but I saw a film camera. When I heard the director yell, “Go,” I was confused at what to do. My Frankenstein knew what to do, however. He scooped me up and took me to a dirty mattress on the floor. He force fucked me. His cock was monstrous big. I was screaming as it felt like two feet of thick cock was crammed up my cunt. I could feel his monster dick in my belly. I was bleeding. I was pissing myself. This was not what I signed up for. This was not a fantasy phone sex photo shoot. This was a snuff film and I was duped into it. I still do not know if this was some dude deep into character or a real-life Frankenstein force fucking my holes. I got paid, but I got gaped and destroyed too.
Medical fetish phone sex is painful. I know this back-alley doctor. She lost her license to practice medicine when she was prescribing Oxy to herself. My kind of doctor. Now, she does botox and gets rid of buns in the oven off the radar. She also pays druggy whores like me for experiments. Painful and violent experiments for folks who pay her for Hostel type experiences. She knows I need coke money and that I am a pain slut. I have survived torture and mutilation at the hands of her private clients. I figured one more time would not kill me. The money was too good to pass up even if I ended up disfigured or sexually mutilated. It started off fine. Painful, but not much I could not handle. They had me hooked up to electrodes. Some sort of shock therapy involving orgasms. They called me Pavlov’s Dog. I knew what it meant even if they thought I was too dumb to get it. They were trying to see if they could condition me to cum with pain. Joke was on them. I was conditioned for that ions ago. I played along because I wanted the money to score coke. My dealer would be so shocked when I paid with cash instead of ass. My experimental doctor wannabees kicked the torture sex up to 11. My flesh was burning. I think my clit was smoking. I cried. I grimaced. And I pleaded for it to end. Burning the flesh off my body is nothing new, but I am not as dumb as people think. I know if I act like the pain is nothing then the pain will become something. Those crazy bitches thought they were scarring me for life. We both know you could do far worse to me.
I have a kidnapping phone sex story for you. I was camping with my family. We were out in the wilderness in our camper. Well, I was in the camper and the boys were in the tent roughing it. I need indoor plumping. I also needed to get high. I cannot get high in front of my husband. He forbid me from doing coke years ago. He thinks I cleaned up my act. I just got better at hiding it. After everyone fell asleep, I snuck out of the camper. I was going to walk around the lake and get high. Commune with nature and do lines off logs. I found a beautiful spot where I could see stars in the sky I never knew existed. A couple guys approached me, and I was literally in a place I could disappear forever. I tried to run because they looked menacing. They took me to some cabin off the beaten path and did more than explore their rape phone sex fantasies. They strung me up from a rafter in the log cabin. They whipped me and punched me. Meth heads. They were getting high and violent. I screamed loudly, but no one heard me. I had wandered too far away from the camper to avoid detection if my husband woke up looking for me. These men sodomized me and beat me until the sun came up. They eventually passed out and I got away. I felt like I was in a Wrong Turn movie. Fucking meth head hillbillies fucked me up good. I was not sure where I was or how to get back to the camper. I just started walking. My husband was driving around looking for me, worried. I looked a little beat up. I told him I went for a walk this morning, fell then got lost. I can never admit to him the horrible things that happen to me because then it come out that I was high. I just remain silent about my many abuses so I can keep getting high.
I have been busy this week making snuff movies. Not my typical kind either. I was rented to a couple of dykes for the week to settle a drug debt my stepson had. I got no coke out of the deal either. I was traded to a bunch of brutal dykes for their live stream show. They get women and torture them and force fuck their holes while a male audience pays to watch. Every day, they made a new film with me. The last one was the hardest on me physically. They hooked me up to a machine and electrocuted my tits and clit. They even had some steel baton up my ass that shocked me too. Guys would bid for the power voltage and what part of my body to shock. They enjoyed the torture sex of my female parts. The higher the voltage, the more my flesh burned. I was literally smoking hot. My flesh was burning. My nipples looked like they had melted. My labia lips were burning and singed. No matter how much I screamed or pleaded for mercy, my pleas and pain fell on deaf ears. All they heard was the pings of money donations from Bitcoins. I was so sore. I almost wished they had killed me because now I am sexually mutilated and out of commission for who knows how long. I bet that would not stop you from hurting me too.
It has been a torture sex weekend for me. My husband and our sons are camping for the weekend. That left me home alone with my stepson. He has been making good use of his time with me too. Not an hour after my husband and sons were gone, my stepson had me naked and tied up in the basement. He has been running experiments on my body. Electric shock to my girl parts. Needles to my tits and clit. Industrial vibrators inside my pussy and on my clit simultaneously. Watching my body convulse and bleed is like foreplay for him. He was super high and that brings out his sadistic side. He hates me with a passion, but usually he will let me get high first. Not this time. He said it would dull my pain and skew his experiments. Only a few hours in and I wished I was dead. I am not sure how I am going to survive the time until his father is home. This morning, he put firecrackers in my ass. I could smell my flesh burning. The pain was worse than I thought it would be from a tiny stick. He put cigarettes out on my nipples and clit, burning even more of my flesh. I have no idea what I will tell his father if he sees my wounds. I will not heal quickly. I may be scarred for life with some of the burns. There is no way out of my situation either. He has been blackmailing me for over a decade. I tell my husband what junior does to me, my husband will divorce me and take my sons away from me. And after I have lost everything that matters to me, my stepson will take my life and make a snuff porn while he does it. I just need to suck up the pain and understand this is the mess I made of my life.
I have dark fantasy phone sex desires. I am part soccer mom and part submissive whore. I like to be treated like the druggy whore I am. My phone son understands me. I am slim and stacked. I like my nose candy. I live on a diet of coke and cum. He loves his druggy whore mommy. He loves me black, blue, purple and yellow too. He gives me coke and I let him abuse me for profit. I know he loves me. He just needs me to help make him money. He live streams us fucking. There is less fucking and more torture sex. He has brass knuckles. Do not worry about me. He gets me good and high first. I rarely feel much until the next day. And when I do feel the pain, I just do a line off his cock and feel better. Last night, his followers were in a violent mood. Every suggestion of using brass knuckles or fisting my ass or even suffocating me with a plastic tarp brought the dings of Bitcoins hitting his account. We never want to disappoint the paying audience, so I did a line and let him abuse me for profit. He punched my face. He fisted my asshole until it prolapsed. He beat me. He suffocated me. If I passed out, he punched me back awake. My son loves me. He will never kill me. I am his money maker.
