Just my luck. He was into suffocation phone sex. But I needed more blow, so I went to see him. I traded my dignity for coke. And almost my life too. Although I try to avoid this dealer, sometimes he is my only choice. He looked me up and down and told me he had just what I needed. When he asked me to get naked, I did. I expected him to fuck me. But what I did not expect was that he would put my pantyhose over my face as he fucked me.
Although I could breathe somewhat with the pantyhose on my head, he would pull them tighter restricting my ability to breathe. And I would pass out with his cock up my ass. But he wanted that. He told me it feels great on his cock when a woman loses consciousness. I would think my ass would relax and not be as tight on his cock. But I guess the opposite happens.
So, I became his strangulation ass rape porn star too. Felt like he fucked and choked me for hours. But I had no sense of time. I kept passing out to snap back to reality with a dick or hand slap. Even though he likes to play God with my life, he also enjoys humiliating me. And some days, I feel like I manage the pain better than I manage the humiliation.
When he slapped a dog collar and leash on me, I knew I might be in trouble. He would piss on the floor then push my face in it like a dog who peed on the carpet. And that forced me to lick it up. He chugged iced tea to ensure he could piss for hours. But I did not just lick the piss off the floor. He also made me worship his dirty asshole like I was nothing more than human toilet paper. But I got my coke.
This taboo phone sex whore traded her dignity for coke. And as much as I protest about it, I know I will do it again soon for the blow.
Rape phone sex fantasies seem to be on a lot of men’s minds this holiday. And they all want to force fuck mommy or any mommy. My stepson travels with an unsavory gang. The sort of folks who make snuff flicks with women and pimp them out to be brutally fucked or killed. I avoid them like the plague. But sometimes, I am that desperate for coke. My stepson will always give me coke. But it comes with a high price tag.
I showed up in the middle of the night because he told me he had coke for me. The holidays make me even more of a coke fiend. Now, I thought it would just be us. He would fuck my ass, give me coke and I would go home. But he had other plans. He had several of his sadistic friends, who I try to avoid like the plague, there. And I knew that could only mean one thing. Gangbang rape porn.
I tried to bolt for the door, but one of them grabbed my red hair and tossed me to the ground. While I was on the floor, they pissed and spit on me. My stepson knows I hate that. So, no doubt he told them to do it. When I curled up in a ball, they kicked me like they were enjoying a soccer match.
Before long, everyone’s cocks were out, and they were ready to shred my fuck holes. Even a seasoned whore like me can get her holes shredded still. My ass prolapsed. And my cunt bled because they double, and triple stuffed me with cock. My pussy and ass only gape so far. Luckily for me, they came quickly. But not quick enough to leave my fuck holes undamaged.
But it could have been worse, I know. One of these days, I will end up starring in real snuff movies. But if I get coke, I am happy. Unless of course I am dead. And that’s always a real possibility with my stepson and his sadistic pals.
Tis the season for snuff porn. But that is not a good thing. At least not for me. I already scored a big bag of holiday coke from my black drug dealer. He made me work for it too. I entertained him and six of his buddies for hours until my holes gaped wide. But that was easy compared to what many men do to me, including my stepson.
For once, I thought I had enough coke to get me through the holidays. And I did not get a severe beating for it. Just a severe fucking which I will take any day. I decided to go out to this dive bar that almost any soccer mom would avoid. Lots of rough types drink there. The kind of men that would make you a gangbang rape porn star on a pool table or a pinball machine.
But they know me. And they party with me. So, I thought I could save a night’s worth of my coke and party with the rough boys. And they did share their coke with me like expected. However, they got much rougher than usual with me. I know I saw a lot of new faces, but still I thought the regulars would intervene. Turns out the new men in the club wanted to fuck this bitch up. And the regulars stood by and masturbated. It almost felt like I walked into a trap.
This huge muscle bound jock type of man picked me up with one hand and pinned me to the wall. Another guy ripped my panties off. Tore them with his bare hands. And without warning, shoved his fist up my cunt. He paraded me through the bar like I was a hand puppet. Hands groped my tits, pulled my hair and slapped my ass as he went through the crowd with his forearm shoved up my cunt.
Before long, he tossed me on the pool table and all the new men in the club took my cunt and ass for a ride. All the while choking me so hard, I would pass out. Strangulation phone sex fantasies seemed real in the moment. They joked that they could kill me. And I knew they could. But then as one of them slapped me back awake he told me he would spare my life because him and his friends need a dumb whore to fuck whenever.
I would not call what they did to me fucking. I can handle rough fucking. But this seemed more violent, and close to deadly. This seemed more like snuff than fucking. However, I did not argue. I knew if I said the wrong thing the big dude could snap my neck like a chicken. I barely got out of that bar alive. All those men wanted to hurt me. Maybe even hurt me dead. Perhaps, the holidays just bring the worst out of men. Do they bring the worst out of you?
Gangbang rape porn seems popular on the dark web. Guys love to see a soccer mom get brutally violated. Even I enjoy it sometimes. But I want to watch it not star in it, especially if the film employs an all female cast and production team. However much I enjoy being a druggy porn star, I do not enjoy being one at the hands of women. Women treat other women poorly. True story. No one acts more cruelly to a woman than another woman.
But beggars cannot be choosers. And I felt desperate. If I am going to leave the house for Christmas shopping, I need to be coked up. But I guess you could say I need to be coked up to do anything. After I exhausted most of my normal routes to get coke, there was one left that I knew would provide me with all the coke I wanted. However, I would be more than just an ass rape porn star. Women would violate me terribly for coke. But I knew the risk.
I needed the coke, so I paid her a visit. And she had her all girl squad with her that seemed happier to see me than her. This soccer mom serves as a cash cow for them. They can fist me, peg me, degrade me… all on camera for the dark web to see. At least the head bitch lets me snort coke before the camera rolls.
They forced me to wear a cheerleader outfit so it would look like a locker room gang bang of the new slut on the squad. My initiation to the team. They pinned me down on the floor and violated my ass and cunt with their fists. When they grew bored of that, they fucked my ass and cunt with any and every object they could find. I thought this might turn into a snuff film instead.
And it almost did. Felt like the baseball bat perforated my colon. I could barely crawl out of the lesbian director’s home. But the coke I got for enduring this level of pain and abuse helped me nurse my wounds.
Once again, he turned me into his ass rape porn star. My son loves to abuse his mommy. But I know he loves me. He needs to stream our sessions for money to support his old druggy whore mother. He had some of that new coke I wanted to try called pink coke. And he joked about turning my face into a cunt for a taste of that new coke. Recently, he got me Botoxed lips. Like huge lips. Pink coke for pink lips, he joked some more.
He let me bury my face in that new primo coke. But, not for long. He yanked my hair to pull me off the coke. Then he skull fucked his mommy whore’s cunt face. But at least I remembered to take my teeth out first. Oh, did I mention he skull fucked me upside down? The blood rushed to my head as I slurped and gulped on his cock. Eventually, he lowered me closer to the floor so he could skull fuck me into it. Oral torture sex. He let me have some skinny powder before I became his punching bag.
A few punches to my face left me with two black eyes. And his streaming audience loved that because I heard the tips roll in. My face turned black, blue and purple. He loves to give mommy violent makeovers. And his viewers love watching it. As I showed off my swollen face to the subscribers, more tips rolled in.
He tossed me back down on the floor and sat on my face. This forced me to suck on his asshole. When I did not lick fast enough or deep enough, he began punching me. My tits, my ribs and the side of my face, anything but my sniffer he punched. After a while of being his punching bag, he told me it was ass sleeve time. And I knew what that meant. I pushed out my pink prolapse for his amusement. Always his amusement. My ass sleeve became his condom. But of course, he zip tied my prolapse first.
However, he did let me snort some more coke before he put a plastic bag over my head. Lucky for me, the plastic bag had some coke in it. As I snorted what coke he put in the bag, I endured more donkey punches to my head and stomach. The plastic started to stick to my face as my oxygen depleted. As he fucked my prolapsed asshole, he punched the back of my head. I thought I might take my last breath ever with that plastic bag over my head. Suddenly, suffocation phone sex seemed close.
But right as I was about to pass out, he took the bag off my head and let me breathe in some air and more coke. And I could hear the chimes roll in. His audience loves to watch him give mommy a violent makeover. By this time, my makeup appeared smeared all over my face. As he punched my tits and the back of my head some more, I felt my brain cells leave my body. I could see stars at this point. But the coke made the pain worth it.
Just when I thought it might be over, he put another bag over my head. But this time he cut a hole in the bag for his cock. I thought I might get doubly suffocated by the bag and his cock. But he pissed in the bag, forcing me to drink his urine. Of course, he gave me more punches to the head. And my makeup smeared even more on round two with the plastic bag. My mouth became my son’s cunt again as he skull fucked me some more.
Finally, he took the bag off for the second time and pushed my face into the big bowl of coke. And I thought I might inhale it all. But he pulled it away from the bowl so he could contort my body. He bent me like a pretzel. My legs do not bend the way he wanted. But he still forced my legs behind my head. And I felt that pain. My arthritis doesn’t let me get into all those crazy poses.
He pulled my meaty cunt lips open, and I thought he might fist me. But I did not get that lucky. Instead, he fucked my pee hole. As he fucked it, I took a few jabs to the ribs. But more tips rolled in. In the contorted pose he forced me in, he could pick me up like a bowling ball. And he did just that. He put a finger in my pink prolapsed ass and my cunt and tossed me across the room. I bounced off the wall and crumbled to the floor.
As he pondered where to cum, he fist punched my face. He calls it beating mommy beautiful. I took some more punches to the ribs too. Finally, he came all over my face which had already turned various shades of black, blue and purple. My eyes swelled shut to the point that I could not see. But once my violent makeover concluded, he gave me the rest of the big bowl of pink skinny powder. My boy loves me. He just needs me to be his cash cow sometimes.
Black Friday for me turned into a taboo phone sex nightmare. Although I told my family I was going Black Friday shopping, I really went to score some coke. My regular black dealer appeared to be enjoying a party when I arrived. And his big black burly friends looked at me like a piece of candy. Marcus seemed to be in a mood to make me earn the coke I wanted. Over the holidays, I just need more than usual. So, just fucking him would not suffice as trade.
He wanted me to service all his friends in a mass gangbang. I counted like 30 big burly black men who no doubt had matching big burly black cocks. Black men go rough on a white woman. And I do not enjoy being savagely fucked. But I needed coke. A desperate woman with no way to buy coke cannot choose who to fuck when she needs a fix. So, I was at Marcus’s mercy. If he wanted a gangbang rape porn star, he would get one.
So, I snorted some lines of coke off his big black cock and prepared myself for my largest gang bang yet. Some of the cocks that ravaged my pussy and ass felt like forearms penetrating me. My dealer’s posse did a number on me. Three cocks in me at once most of the time. But sometimes they double penetrated a hole stretching it out more than either son did when I birthed them.
My holes looked like caverns when they finished. But they did not finish quickly. Black men have better stamina. So, they fucked me for hours. Pulled my hair, slapped me and choked me too. All I could do was take it because if I did not, I would get no coke. And I needed coke. My ass took the brunt of those big black cocks. Two white dicks in my ass no problem. But two big blacks cocks in my ass gave me a glimpse into the world of an ass rape porn star. If I thought my son prolapsed my asshole, I had not seen anything yet.
After they finished cumming inside me, Marcus gave me my coke and sent me on my way. I am home now, partying as I sit on a bag of frozen peas.
He wanted to make a snuff porn. But I did not. This was not even a desperate move I made for coke. For once, I had plenty of coke thanks to my dealer and my stepson. During holidays, I require more fuel. But I went out to party. I wanted a couple drinks and maybe some dirty dancing. However, I found myself bound and gagged in the back of a car. And I had no memory of how I got there.
One moment I am dancing on a pool table doing shots, and the next, I am in the back of an old station wagon. When I woke up, I felt hazy. Although I drank a lot of booze, it felt like someone drugged me. The guy driving was not even in the bar. At least I did not remember him. So many questions I had. But I could not ask any with a ball gag in my mouth.
For what felt like forever, we drove down desolate roads to some house that appeared abandoned. This trip felt like a nightmare. And it was. Some random dude saw an intoxicated milf stumbling to her car and took advantage of the situation. And I did not know if he had killer or just rape phone sex fantasies. Turned out that he had both.
He dragged me out of the car by my hair. And across a lot of gravel to get inside. This place felt so creepy. But then so did he. I saw all the torture devices he had. And my stomach told me I might die. Although I did survive, I endured a lot of pain. He beat me up, breaking some ribs. But that made me wondered if he was one of my stepsons friends or subscribers. He flogged me, choked me and beat me. But that turned out to be his foreplay.
He fisted my ass and cunt to loosen my holes up for his impressive cock. If I did not feel like I might die any moment, I might have enjoyed his cock. But since I knew he had that killer phone sex instincts, all I could do was lie there lifeless and scared. By the time he passed out, my body felt so broken, I was not sure I possessed the strength to escape. But, when I saw his coke on the coffee table, I found the strength I needed for a daring escape.
I broke free from the rope because thanks to my stepson breaking so many bones in my body, I am now double jointed. So, I crawled to the table, snorted all his coke and suddenly I felt like super woman. I ran through the forest as fast as I could until a hitch hiker picked me up and took me home.
Being an ass rape porn star for coke or money to get coke, gets rough sometimes. I met this man at a dive bar who said we could party together. And you know me. Of course, I said yes. I don’t care how I get my coke, if I get my coke. But when we got back to his place, I started doubting him. Just got a creepy vibe when I entered his place. It had that death smell. For a moment, I worried that he was some Jeffrey Dahmer type, killing people in his house, chopping them up and eating them. And I did not want to be dinner.
Someone died in his place, and recently I thought. So, I made up an excuse that I just got my period, wasn’t feeling well, and I needed to leave. But as soon as I bolted for the door, he stopped me. Grabbed my long red hair and yanked me back into his living room. This time, I feared I would die. He told me I better be a good whore, or he would do to me what he did to the last dumb cunt he took home. And he added that she never left.
I enjoy watching snuff movies, but I don’t want to be the star. At least not a real snuff star. He ordered me to strip, and I did like a good whore. Then he contorted my body to fuck me. My cunt felt too loose for him, so he tried my asshole. But he said that was too loose for him too. I wanted to tell him that the reason he could not feel my holes had more to do with his small dick than my gaped holes. However, I bit my tongue.
For a moment, I thought he might kill me over loose fuck holes, but instead he fisted my asshole. And then he double fisted my ass. He managed to fit both of his fists in my ass and my cunt. Watching me grimace in pain made him thrust his fists inside my holes even more. Damn. That hurt. For what felt like an eternity he fisted my fuck holes making them bleed and gape more. He loved the anal torture sex he gave me.
But finally, he passed out, and I made my escape. No coke though. Nonetheless, I lived. With my gaped, sore holes, I found a drug dealer who would give me coke. But he gaped me even further. The life of a druggy soccer mom never gets boring. But it does get dangerous.
Torture phone sex calls leave me battered and bruised sometimes. I do have a strong pain slut fetish. But the older I get, the less tolerant of pain I get too. So, maybe I am not the same pain whore of my younger days. Guys do not care though. Not when you want to trade for coke. Dealers expect more than just pussy from an old girl. They want to make me hurt. Or they want to watch others hurt me. I know. One day, I will not wake up.
Over the weekend, I needed more coke. I blew through my stash on Friday night alone. Perhaps, I could out snort Tommy Montana, LOL. Marcus, my regular guy only had weed. I took all his coke on Thursday. I went to four more dealers looking for a big bag.
On the 4th one, I got lucky. Well, maybe not so lucky. But I got coke. The dealer had some goons tie me up for torture sex. He humiliated me first, so I thought maybe this would not be too awful. Wrong. He did not want to trade my holes. He wanted to punish and torture them.
But he wanted me used and degraded. So, he called in his goons. They tied me up spread eagle. Then they began slapping me. Hard too. Face, tits, ass, pussy…. When they started spitting on me, I knew I picked the wrong dealer. And I pleaded to be let go. I even said I would not need any coke. Just let me go. But their fun had only just begun.
The electric sticks came out next. You know, those shock sticks they use on cattle. But instead of a tap on the ass, I got one shoved up my ass and another one rammed in my cunt. They fucked me with cattle prods. I pissed myself. My entire body shook uncontrollably. When they stopped, they replaced the prods with baseball bats and fists. I never got a cock because they said they did not fuck skanky whores.
My ass looks like an ass rape porn star ass after a big black cock gang bang. Gaped open wide. In fact, it’s still gaped open and sore even two days later. But at least I have coke to get through a couple more days.
I did not sign up for torture sex. But I got it, nonetheless. My husband gave me a grand to fix the car, but instead I bought coke. And not the first time I have misappropriated household funds. But this has not happened in a while. I got better at concealing my blow habit when I could trade my pussy and ass for a bag of coke. But this week, no one would fuck me for blow. My two regular dealers could not be reached, so I went somewhere else. And he gave me a lot of coke.
However, he took all the money, and I could not trade my pussy for car parts. So, I answered an ad for a bondage phone sex whore for a photo shoot. The pay was a grand. Just what I needed. And this photo shoot seemed vanilla. I love vanilla after all the abuse I take on and off the phone. But I should have known it was too good to be true. Nothing vanilla or easy ever happens to me.
While tied up to a chair, this woman tortured me. A male director, and a female mistress. Women can be the cruelest bitches around. Sometimes, the director joined in inflicting pain, but most of my bodily trauma came from some younger bitch. She poked me with a hot iron fireplace poker. And that was a first. I am going to have a scar that I must explain. Electric shocks all over my body came next. I jolted so much my pissed all over the floor.
It felt like the kind of torture phone sex that could kill a person. Cigarette burns on my nipples came last. Can you imagine smelling your own burning flesh? Finally, it ended. And I did get my money to pay for the car fixtures. But not even a $1,000 in coke would dull my pain.
