Anytime my son summons me, I know it is to stream an ass rape porn for his viewers. But I also know he will give me a lot of coke for my troubles. And the good pink coke too. When I arrived, I saw the big bowl of coke on the table. I would need every bit I could get too. In a way, I guess I am a content creator. My son jokes that I need a Dark Only Fans page. I do love the attention. But I love cocaine more.
With my red lips, bimbo outfit and high heels, I got closer to the bowl. You could still see some faded bruises from our last encounter. They never completely fade. Before I could put my face in the bowl, my son stripped me naked so he could slide his cock between my fat cunt lips. However, soon he shoved his arm up my cunt, turning me into his fuck puppet. I endured a few punches before he pulled me by my cunt lips to the bowl of coke. I put my face in that bowl of coke and took a big snort to dull the pain.
Any sex with my son is torture sex. My son laughed at my Geisha face when I came up for air. White powder covered my face. You could still see my red lips, and raccoon eyes under the coke. The chimes poured in. My boy punched my face, sending my teeth flying across the room. He ordered me to push out my prolapse, and I did. More chimes. My prolapse serves as my boy’s cock sleeve. He zip tied it at 6 inches so I could not suck it back in.
Some skull fucking ensued, followed by a belt to my prolapse. Sometimes I think my son hates me. He would punch my face, then whip my prolapse with his belt. But the chimes of a happy audience continued to pour in. My boy reminded me of our deal. I am his cash cow and fuck puppet, and in exchange, I get good cocaine. So, I sucked it up. Did some more coke and gummed his cock while he whipped my prolapse repeatedly.
More punches to the face while he stuffed my mouth with his cock. And I could feel my face turning his favorite colors of black and blue as he continued to skull fuck me. I’m his punching bag. He pissed down my throat and I swallowed it like a good whore. My son thinks I look prettier with black eyes and purple cheeks. And the prettier I look, the more his audience tips.
He dragged me by my prolapsed asshole back to the bowl of coke to numb the pain. If my boy did not love me, he would let me suffer instead of letting me get high. Oh, I forgot to mention that this entire time he tied up my boobs like torpedoes. So, by then they appeared to be a pretty purple too. Before I could snort more coke, he fucked my throat some more while squeezing it to turn it purple too. He believes in beating mommy beautiful.
When he let me bury my face in the bowl of coke, he fucked my prolapsed ass. It’s his cock sleeve. But I buried my face in that bowl of pink coke and just inhaled until he yanked me by my protruding asshole back in front of the camera. He put a plastic bag with some coke over my head while he punched my entire body. As I struggled to snort the coke in the bag, I felt myself begin to suffocate.
The bag stuck to my face with every inhale. My boy went back to fucking his cock sleeve while I gasped for air. And of course, more chimes rolled in. Eventually, he ripped the bag off my face so I could breathe. As he fed me more coke, he slammed my skinny old body on the floor and tossed me across the room. He made mommy fly.
I bounced off the wall like a rubber ball and fell to the floor where he kicked me. But the torture phone sex had only just begun. He gave me a golden enema. That means he shoved his cock down my pee hole and took a piss. More chimes poured in. His audience loves it when he abuses my 4th hole. I am a 4-hole wonder. I showed off for the camera. They sent more tips looking at my battered and broken body.
My boy started fucking me again. And I felt like a rag doll bouncing up and down his cock. He pulled his dick out of my pee hole to bend me in half like a pretzel. So, he did that so his audience could see my abused and battered old body. With my legs over my head like that, they could pop out of their sockets easily. But that’s what he wanted. By this time, my cunt lips came down to my knees. And in this pretzel position, he fucked my urethra some more. I could hear the chimes of tips pouring in as my boy destroyed my 4th hole.
Eventually, he covered me in his boy batter. And my busted up face got to snort some coke while he showed off the damage he did to my body. He pumped my throat some more while punching me again. I’m my son’s cash cow and fuck puppet. But I never mind because he gives me the best coke. And it dulls my pain until our next live stream.
Strangulation phone sex can be hot. However, you need to be with someone who knows how to do it right, so you do not die. I have had years of breath play with men. Not my favorite thing to let you do to me, but sometimes I have no choice. I owe this girl money for coke. And she got sick of my excuses for why I had not paid her yet.
So, she gave me a way to work off the money I owe her instead. She wanted a seasoned whore for a strangulation porn. However, it would be a young coed strangling me. I guess this girl paid her to make her strangle fantasy seem real. Trust fund girl. But the woman I owe money too did not want to be the girl’s co-star. And I did not want to be either. She looked far too young to know how to strangle safely.
I feared her strangle fantasy would turn into a snuff porn. And my 9-lives will run out soon. So, to sweeten the deal she offered to not only settle my debt but give me a very large bag of coke. So, I agreed to do the movie. The young girl looked good too. Cute coed. Girl-next door vibe. But when the camera rolled, I found nothing cute about her anymore. At one point I thought she might crush my windpipe.
She did not look as strong as she was. That took me by surprise. I passed out a few times. She would revive me with a cattle proud to my cunt. That wakes you up quickly. I tried to just focus on the coke. That’s the only reason I did this. If she had not offered up a half a brick of coke, I would have stolen the money from my husband to pay her off. And in hindsight, that would have been the smart move.
But I don’t make smart moves. I make snuff movies instead. I really thought this would be how I died. Some spoiled rich bitch would strangle me to death. But the woman I owed money to stopped her before she choked the life out of me. Good thing it is winter. I had to hide the big purple ring around my throat with a scarf or my husband would wonder what the fuck I did.
Kidnapping phone sex fantasies turn many men on. The idea of nabbing a young girl on her way to school or breaking and entering to grab a sleeping housewife, makes men horny. Think about it. If you could kidnap your dream girl without any repercussions, you likely would. Stash her in your basement making her your private fuck doll until her fuck holes get too used up to pleasure you anymore. You dump her and get a new one.
Friday night, I went to get some coke. And I had to go to a seedy part of town to see a drug lord I try to avoid. He does not do much to me. At least not like some other folks do. However, I always see trafficked girls there. And girls I have seen on missing flyers and in the news. But I keep my mouth shut. If I don’t, I will not survive. I want coke. But I do not have a snuff sex wish so what I see is none of my business.
However, this time, I did not see as many girls. And that worried me. If this dealer and his posse felt horny, they would use me. That’s just what happened too. Before I could get any coke, someone slapped a chain and a collar around my neck. While he did that, the rest of the men swarmed me. Dicks came out. And before long, I had a few cocks in every hole, with the rest of them dick slapping my face or coming on my back.
I just wanted coke. Nothing else. But I got myself into a world of hurt. I might be an anal whore, but three big cocks in my ass at once turned my back door into the Grand Canyon. When they pulled out, one of the guys told me to shove my fist up my ass and pull out the cum so I could eat it. I had no choice. One of them would kill me if I refused an order. Now, I really felt like an ass rape porn star fisting my own ass after three cocks gaped it opened.
Luckily, they did not imprison me. However, they did abuse my fuck holes until none of them could cum anymore. And when they finished with me, I took my coke and ran. Well, more like crawled out of there. One of these days, I will never leave the place I go to score coke.
Bondage phone sex whores get tied up often. And I mean that literally. Before I got married, I did hardcore bondage and anal modeling. So, I still know some seedy men in the industry. Although I am no longer the cute barely legal girl anymore, some photographers still want to work with a used up old red-headed whore. And I am a natural red head too. Bondage shoots paid well in the day. The more hardcore the porn, the better the pay.
My regular dealer ran out of product. And he blamed me. I wanted to avoid this one female dealer who destroys my asshole every time for coke. So, I made some phone calls to guys I worked with two decades ago. And I found one willing to pay me for a shoot. Although he never was my favorite snuff porn photographer, he paid well. And beggars cannot be choosers.
He seemed happy to see me. But his friendly tone turned dark once he had me all tied up and suspended in the air. He did take some pictures of me, but mostly he fucked me and tortured my girl parts. He informed me I cock teased him back then. According to him, I rejected him. And he has been seething over it for decades. I think I used more coke back then. So, I have no recollection of him even hitting on me.
Although I apologized, he called me a stuck-up bitch as he rammed a cattle prod up my ass. As my pussy felt the jolt, I started pissing uncontrollably. And I pissed all over his face. Not my fault, I told him. My body reacted to what he did. Well, that pissed him off even more and he shoved the cattle prod up my ass. But what hurt the most was when he shoved it down my pee hole taking a page from my son’s playbook. Now, I really started to piss.
If I had a hairy twat, I would have smelled burning hair. But I could not fight back. Not tied up and suspended in the air at least. Hours and hours went by. He shocked me, beat me, choked me and fucked me during our time together. But he did give me money. And enough money to get coke. Sometimes, torture sex pays. Although I hurt like hell for days, I can get coked up and dull the pain.
I auditioned for a private ass rape porn on Friday. When a movie is private, it just means I am a hooker for hire, and we make hardcore anal porn together. But helping men with their dark blue movies gets me coke. Or at least the money to get coke. I thought perhaps things might work out for me this time because the guy looked like he might be as old as dirt. How rough could an old man fuck me?
Rougher than anyone would think. I think he swallowed an entire bottle of Viagra. I am not sure that I have ever seen a cock that hard. Stiffer than a board, for sure. But he did not plan on making this home movie alone. He had an accomplice. And she had a plethora of things to shove up my ass including the biggest butt plug I have ever seen. Just looking at it made my ass hurt. This movie would be about anal torture sex for me.
And as you know, torture is my middle name. As an anal whore, people have enjoyed destroying my ass for decades. But this old man might be in the top five of anal destroyers. Not only did he fuck my ass hard, but he double fisted my ass too. He rammed them both in my ass at once with no lube. I felt like a puppet. And I guess I was his macabre puppet.
But as much as he destroyed my ass, his female accomplice destroyed me more. She shoved a speculum up my ass, cranked it open, and squirted hot sauce inside me. The burning seemed unbearable. She joked that the hot sauce served as her accomplice. Tears streamed down my face. My ass felt like some on set it on fire. She then proceeded to shove everything imaginable up my ass from a baseball bat to a glass growler.
By the time they finished, I felt like I barely survived a snuff porn. I hurt so much, I thought about vowing off coke for the rest of my life. But we all know that I cannot do that. At least not for long.
I audition for snuff movies when I need money desperately. And I ran out of the coke my regular dealer gave me. Plus, I ran out of the pink cocaine my stepson gave me too. I worked hard for both bags of coke. But I am a coke fiend. It’s how I survive. And it is how I thrive.
So, I answered an ad on the dark net for a private snuff film. When I called the number, he explained what he wanted. He needed a woman who could handle hardcore anal sex. I’m an anal whore. Men have been fucking my ass for decades. And most of the time fucking my ass harder than any ass rape porn star. I went to his house last night even though I knew it might be risky. Desperate women do dumb things.
When I Googled the address, I saw he lived in a swank neighborhood. That was a first. Most of the time, I am answering ads that send me to the seediest parts of town. But this guy did not work for a studio. This would be a private flick for his own personal pleasure. Once we talked about money and had some wine to loosen me up, he made me strip in front of him. Huge cock. He stroked as I teased him.
For a moment, I thought this might not be too bad. Wrong. He brought out whips and chains. I thought he would use the chains to restrain me. But another first. He fucked me with the chains. Big heavy chains folks use to keep people out of gates and buildings. No lube. He just shoved the chain in my ass and laughed that it was just like Be Wa Balls. Nope. Not even close.
After torturing my ass with that chain, he shoved his cock in my ass. But the chain stayed in my ass. It felt like I had two huge cocks in my ass at once. After he came, I thought we finished his homemade snuff sex video. But he wanted to humiliate me too. I had to lick those chains clean and his cock too. I was not high enough to lick my ass juice off some thick dirty chain. But I had no choice. I needed the coke.
I am a glutton for torture sex punishment. I’m just lucky I did not die. One of these days, I will run out of my 9 lives. I paid a visit to this dealer I know. Not my black dealer, but a friend of his. I figured I would polish his big black knob too, let him rough me up a bit and leave with some coke. However, after I let him ass fuck me with his big fat black cock, he tried to stiff me. Refused to give a used up old whore free coke. He told me I could buy it like everyone else.
So, I stole some when he went to the bathroom. Perhaps my desperation for a fix made me do something that stupid. I know the game. You never steal product from a dealer. Never. However, before I could get out the door, he busted me. Tossed me to the floor and put his foot down on my throat. In that moment, I thought I might legit die. His foot looks as big as his cock. But stronger.
He could have snapped my neck. But lucky for me he did not feel like making a snuff porn. However, he did want to make a hardcore anal sex movie. And I knew he would shred my asshole. Make me wish he had killed me. Drug dealers know how to deal with thieves. He tied me up like butcher meat and fisted my ass. Shoved his forearm up my ass so deep I thought he might rip my insides out.
With his hands around my throat squeezing, he forced his cock into my dry ass. Since my ass does not get wet like my cunt, that hurt. He fucked my asshole inside out just like my stepson does. This dealer made me wish I had never stolen his product. I took it as a sign that I should never try to steal coke again. And certainly not his coke. Although I did escape, I had no coke for my troubles. And that meant this taboo phone sex whore needed to fuck some more drug dealers to score her coke.
He told me once I could be a snuff porn star. The guy who told me that has featured me in many of his underground snuff flicks. Although he does not sell drugs, he pays me well and that enables me to buy coke. But he makes me earn that money. And one of these days, this cat will run out of lives for him.
Since Mother Nature dumped a ton of snow on me, I found a way to get out of the house. I needed to get out because I ran out of coke. And I cannot keep up with two boys with cabin fever without it. So, I texted Carl. Asked him if he had any snuff movies in the works that I could help him with. And he told me to pay him a visit. Since I could not get my car out of the driveway, I called Uber.
Uber charged me an arm and a leg to go 10 miles, but I put it on my husband’s credit card. He thought I needed to go to the store for tampons. He believes anything I tell him. I wore a long sleeve turtleneck and jeans to cover my body up. I knew I would return home with tampons and bruises. So, I planned on how to get my coke without my family knowing.
Carl seemed ready for me when I arrived. I saw a big bag of coke. For this snuff session he would pay me with coke instead of money. He stripped me naked and hung me from a beam in his basement. Then he started whipping me. He enjoys filming women getting whipped and flogged. Carl acts like a pure sadist when it comes to women. Mommy issues I suspect.
The pain seemed unbearable, but honestly, I have been through worse. So, I thought of something else as he whipped the flesh off my body like a black slave who tried to escape his master. He avoided my face, but he whipped every other ounce of my flesh. When he finished, I required medical attention, but instead I snorted a ton of coke. That dulled the pain.
Carl dropped me off at the grocery store. And once I got the tampons I did not need, I Ubered home and told my husband I got in an accident to explain why it took me so long and why I was walking like Mike Tyson beat me up. He did not need to know I endured torture sex for coke. The things I do for coke.
When my boy needs to make an ass rape porn, he brings me some pink cocaine. I am his pink bimbo cash cow. And he knows just what I need to sustain one of his brutal live streams. I showed up in tall pink platforms, pink fishnet thigh highs and a pink mini skirt so short my big cunt lips hung below the hemline.
My lips look like blowfish lips thanks to too much collagen. Skull fucking lips he calls them. My huge tits ballooned out turned a pink tee shirt into a crop top. Pink dragon lady nails, combined with long fake eyelashes and heavy make-up completed the look. But my son loves his bimbo mommy.
He planned to use me as his piss bucket, cock sleave, punching bag and choke toy. Just another torture sex live stream. I am used to it. But I will admit that this new pink cocaine dulls all the pain. At least until the next morning it does. Me bad. I forgot to take out my fake teeth, so my son assisted with the removal with a punch to each jaw. I saw my teeth go sailing across the room. And I felt thankful it was not me. But I knew my turn to sail across the floor would happen soon enough.
With my teeth properly removed, that enabled my son to skull fuck me to test my blowfish lips. My mouth became his cock ring. As I slurped on his stiff dick, he punched my face. Sides of my cheeks, my eyes and even boxed my ears. I tried to suck his cock as I felt my eyes swell shut. While I gagged and sputter all over his dick, I heard the chimes pour in. His audience loves watching us.
My son ordered me to prolapse my asshole about 8 inches to create his favorite ass sleave. And while it hung out, he put a zip tie around it. He continued to beat my skull as he slid his throbbing cock up his favorite cock sleave. But I knew I might be in trouble when he put a plastic bag with some of that cocaine inside it.
After watching me struggle for a few to breathe and snort that cocaine, he poked a small hole for me. That Prodigy song, “Smack My Bitch,” came on, and my boy did as the song said. He smacked every inch of my body and threw some punches too. He loves to give me violent makeovers.
When he shoved his cock deep down my throat, you could see the outline of his dick down to my breastbone. That’s because I am on the cocaine diet. I was in a feeding frenzy. Trying to snort pink cocaine and suck my boy’s cock properly. The plastic bag began to stick to my face making my face look like a raccoon’s face. All my makeup smeared on it. Finally, he removed the plastic bag, and shoved my face into the camera so his viewers could see how he beat me black, blue and beautiful. The chimes poured in seeing my eyes swollen shut.
He then tossed his mommy whore against the wall. And kicked me when I landed. But the chimes just poured in the more he kicked me. He started to bench press me to show his viewers how thin I am. But then he hurled me against the wall and kicked me when I landed on the floor again. However, my old battered body felt good snorting that pink cocaine.
My boy’s viewers demand violent phone sex. And he gives it to them. When he twisted my titties and strapped me to the abuse bench, I heard more chimes. He put on the brass knuckles and punched me nonstop. Eventually, he pulled me off the bench and tossed me to the floor where he pulled my skinny bird legs behind my head. This allowed him to fuck my 4th hole. My pee hole.
But to make things more interesting for his subscribers, he decided to fist my urethra first. This allowed him to punch my bladder from the inside. I felt like I had to pee, but I could not because his fist blocked the flow of my piss. He took turns punching me, my bladder and my tits. Black, blue and purple look good on me. As he took turns fisting all my holes, I felt like his hand puppet.
He concluded the live stream abuse with a belt to my boobs, making them bleed followed by more punches to the face as I licked his ass. Although I thought he might suffocate me, I knew he would finish soon. After all, I am his cash cow. He can never kill me. But he can make me wish I was dead.
In theory, one would thing bondage phone sex might not be so bad. However, when you are a druggy whore desperate for a fix, things often turn violent. When I applied for the underground bondage shoot, I only thought about the money. Nothing else entered my mind. And that turned out to be another “me bad.” moment. When I am jonesing for a fix, and desperate for money, I never weigh the consequences in my head.
You would think by now, I would learn. But no. Druggy whores make notoriously bad decisions. This photographer tied me up with my legs and arms stretched so far out that I felt like I was on one of those medieval torture sex racks. It felt like if he tied me any tighter, my limbs would rip off my body. And as much as that hurt, it did not compare to the whipping he gave me. More like a violent lashing.
For a moment, I felt transported back to the 1800s. I felt like a slave who had tried to run away or did not pick enough cotton. Every lash he gave me, my skin ripped open. I could feel the blood running down my bag and my legs. And at one point, I almost bit my tongue off from the jolt of pain. This was no bondage shoot. The photographer tortured me. Tore opened my flesh. And he would not let me get high first to dull the pain. But even pain sluts have their limits.
For hours he whipped the flesh off my body. At least that was how it felt. I cried. And I screamed. Even prayed to a god I do not believe in to relieve my suffering. Honestly, I thought this might turn into a snuff porn. Eventually, he let me go. But I could barely crawl out of his dungeon. And as I did, I left a trail of blood behind me.
