Domination phone sex men call me every day. Men love to dominate mommy or some milf who cock teased them when they were young. But I do accomplice calls too. No better person to be your accomplice than a mother. We can give you access to sweet young things. When I met Mike, I thought he had mom fantasies. I mean he told me he did. But he did not want to fuck mommy. He wanted to fuck my sons in front of me.
I partied with this guy who offered me enough holiday coke to get through the rest of the year. Although I wrongly assumed what he wanted was me, I still gave him what he wanted. My boys had to suck it up. Mommy needed that cocaine to deal with her sisters-in-law. Do not get me started on my husband’s wicked sisters of the east, LOL.
My boys never saw it coming. This man had rape phone sex fantasies for tight boy ass. I just asked Mike to make it look like a home invasion gone wrong, so my boys don’t hate me. He got to fuck boy ass, so he did not mind creating a story to protect my relationship with my sons. He held me a gun point and summoned my boys to the living room. Not the Christmas they hoped for, but Mike enjoyed their tight boy asses.
Mike wanted boy ass. And he got boy ass. Three boy asses. He smiled the entire time. Although I tried not to smile, I think my boys knew I orchestrated this entire home invasion. I would not say I orchestrated it. I just did what I needed to do to ensure I had enough cocaine to last for the rest of the year. My boys did not want to be ass rape porn stars for Santa, but mommy needed snow.
Rape phone sex fantasies for the holidays might not be what most women want. But everyone knows I am not most women. A far cry from a normal woman. If you do not know what to give me, how about a hard cock and a bag of coke? Jim is this drug dealer in town who loves to hang with me. Although I like his coke, I am not a fan of his cock. Not because it is too small. Just the opposite. It is too big. Huge big. And he he is a white guy too.
I partied with Jim the other night and my ass is still prolapsed. But I think it was still prolapsed from my son’s last visit. He really did a number on my ass. And my body too. But that’s a different story. Jim dominated my ass like I was his personal ass rape porn star. In a way I was because I could not pay for his coke. Not with cash anyway. But who needs cash when you have an ass? That is what my mother always says. She taught me to trade my fuck holes for coke. Its not prostitution. It’s bartering she would always tell me.
Jim gets super high on meth and coke. Although he is a fun guy to hang with, when he mixes coke and meth, my ass suffers. Not only did he fuck my asshole, but he also fisted it when his dick would not get hard after his third cum. Not my fault men can not cum like women can. But he punished my ass nonetheless. At one point, he had a fist in my cunt and ass at the same time so he could lift me in the air. Not that I wanted to be his fist puppet. No woman wants that.
But again, I know I am not just any woman. I am a druggy whore and a taboo phone sex slut. And I am yours to use for Christmas too.
I never mind being my son’s ass rape porn star because he gives me so much coke. Good coke too. Better than I get anywhere else. But the next morning, I always have some regret because of the condition he leaves my body in often requires medical attention that cocaine cannot fix. But I know my boy needs money and I am a great cash cow. Plus, he spent a lot of money on this ass bench. He needed to recuperate some cash with another live stream show.
I put on my highest platform shoes for him and painted my lips Christmas red. The tips started pouring in from his viewers before he even tied me to the ass bench. My boy loves that I look like such a street walker. Apparently, so does his audience. When he tied me to the bench, my ass was up in the downward dog position. He put a bowl of coke in front of me so I could snort it like a good mommy whore. I pushed out my prolapsed asshole for the viewers and opened my mouth wide so he could skull fuck me.
But before he skull fucked me, he slapped my face hard several times sending my dentures flying across the room. He hates to deep throat me with my teeth in. Me bad. I forgot to remove them. The tips came in fast seeing my teeth fly out of my mouth like that. However, my boy appeared in a mood. He punched me in the stomach and back a few times, before placing a zip tie on my prolapsed asshole. My asshole looked like a turkey’s wattle. Of course, he punched my wattle a few times too.
But that was nothing compared to the anal torture sex that followed. He fucked my prolapse and the crowd at home watching went crazy tipping. With all the dings I heard, I suspected this might be his most successful stream yet. After he fucked my prolapsed asshole for a bit, he went back to punching me. Pretty sure he cracked some ribs. I did not feel much from the coke luckily. But I sure did feel it the next day. He put Icy Hot on my prolapse and the tips poured in as I fought the tears from the burning sensation. No amount of coke could stop that feeling.
He broke my shit box. But he broke me too. When he slipped on his brass knuckles, I knew he would crack some more bones in my body. At least he never fucks up my sniffer. He lassoed my prolapsed asshole like a cowboy and pulled it up in the air so he could fist it for his audience. My nose started sniffing copious amounts of cocaine at that point. His entire arm reached inside of me so deep, I thought he might pull my heart out. He bruised me inside and out.
Dental spreaders in my mouth allowed him to power fuck my throat. A few punches to my temple while skull fucking me, made me see stars. He told me I was the star. The star of his snuff porn. After he skull fucked me some more, he went back to my asshole. He just loves fucking my prolapsed ass. While he rammed his dick, into my bloody raw meat resembling prolapsed asshole, he finger fucked me. However, he did not finger my pussy. He fingered my pee hole. And extremely aggressively too. He did do me the solid of rolling his cock in some coke before ravaging my destroyed shit box.
I am his 4-hole whore. He knows his mother is a nasty bitch, so he treats me like one. My entire body is just his cock sleeve. Once my urethra opened from his fingers, he decided to fuck my tightest hole. It is an inevitable act when he needs me for a live stream. But I never get used to that. As he fucked my pee hole, he filled it up not only with his cock, but his piss too. The chimes of dings sounded almost deafening. My boy rag doll fucked all 4 of my holes for his audience and they loved it.
After he tired of my holes, he untied me and used me like a human pinata. He tossed me against the wall and kicked me when I landed on the floor with a thud. He pushed me down the stairs too. My body and my face turned black and blue. Plus, I swelled up so much I could barely see out of my eyes. My fun bags took some blows too. But if a tit bursts, he will get me new ones. He has this doctor that fixes my fake tits for a cheap price if he gets to use me too. A sort of stupid fuck meat discount.
For his final act of the night, he put a plastic bag over my head and punched my face as he fucked my pee hole some more. I begged for his throat yogurt. I just wanted it all to end. Everything on me hurt. I am sure everything swelled up too. Finally, he came in my mouth. He gave me so much jizz, I had snot ropes of cum pouring out my nose. The next day when I woke up in so much pain, all I could do was cry tears of cum. But I know my son loves me.
Holidays bring out the snuff porn makers. My stepson is one of them too. He knows when he calls, I come running. Not because I want to see him, but because he gives me coke. Plus, he is blackmailing me, so I have no choice but to be his beck and call girl. I do everything I am told to do when it comes to him. Of course, he never calls me during normal hours. So, I slithered out of bed and met him at his place.
He had the camera equipment up and ready to go. I could see the live stream activated too. Although I felt like I was half asleep still, he gave me some coke and I perked right up. According to him, his audience wanted to see a mommy son brutal ass rape porn. I guess a variation on the typical Christmas movie. But I get it. The holidays bring out the worst in people. Plus, they bring out unresolved mommy issues.
My stepson purchased an anal bench. It looks like a workout bench with some modifications. Essentially, my ass gets pushed up in the air, and my hands and neck get locked in some sort of stockade type device so I cannot fight who ever or whatever is ramming my asshole. Oh joy. He did put a small bowl of coke in front of my face so I could snort lines as needed. However, he joked about me looking like a pig in a trough.
Of course, he made me push out my asshole. It prolapses so easily because of his abuse. I could hear the chimes as his audience enjoyed seeing my prolapsed asshole. Mt stepson fucked my zip tied prolapse as I snorted copious amounts of cocaine. Although I did not feel much pain, that all changed when he dipped my prolapsed asshole in Icy Hot. No amount of coke could dull that kind of pain.
Our homemade torture sex video garnered my stepson a lot of money. All I could hear were the constant chimes of tips as he brutalized my ass with his cock and various household items. Although it only lasted a few hours, it felt like an eternity in hell. I wobbled back home with my asshole hanging out like turkey’s wattle. Just another night in a druggy whore’s life.
Tis the season to make gangbang rape porn. My ass can handle most cocks. However, when men start using household items like my son’s baseball bat, I am in trouble. Last night began like any other night. I partied a little with a stash of coke I keep hidden from my husband. And I fucked my sons before bed. My husband is out of town golfing in Florida with some work pals. So, it was just me and the boys.
What I did not realize was that someone had been watching me for months. Pretty good stalker because I never knew I had one until he broke into my home late last night. At first, I thought this was like a home invasion phone sex dream. But I felt the punch to the gut when I stood up. A shadowy figure just said, “Hi Blair,” in a creepy tone as he sucker punched me.
This was not a dream. My gut instinct was to scream, but he muffled me with his huge hands. He tossed me on the bed like I was inconsequential. As he straddled me on my bed, he explained to me that if I screamed or tried to run, he would harm my sons. And he knew their names. He knew all about me, but I did not even recognize him. My heart raced from fear. I know to the outside world, I appear like a bad mom, but I love my boys.
So, I just laid there on my bed, silent and scared. He violated all my holes. But my ass got most of his attention. He admitted to being a fan boy. He informed me that he has seen all my ass rape porn videos. And he added that since I seem to love ass play, he wanted to test a theory that my ass could withstand anything. Even a baseball bat.
Although he lubed the bat, my asshole prolapsed from the impact of such a thick object. He forced his cock in all my holes until the sun came up. Even my prolapsed asshole, he tried to put back together. I laid in my own blood and shit mixed in with my assailant’s cum. I would have thought it was all just a bad dream, but I could not walk this am. Or shit right either. But my sons slept through it all. I did a little coke and now I feel right as rain.
I audition for snuff movies when I need cash. I always need cash. But sometimes, I can fuck for what I want. And if you did not know, what I want is coke. My husband knows I put way too much money up my nose, so he does not give me money to pay bills and get groceries anymore. If I need something, he pays for it or lets me use his credit card. No drug dealer takes AMEX. Maybe one day, LOL.
So, until then I need to be creative with how I earn my money. I make a decent living doing phone sex, but it almost all goes to my medicine. And what I make might support a family, but it does not support a coke whore. However, snuff porn brings in the kind of money I need to stay high all the time. Snuff flicks have become a successful side hustle for me.
But snuff is a dangerous game. I made a little flick earlier in the week for a guy with mommy issues. This was a homemade film. A private collector who hired me after I answered his ad. Apparently, I was the only MILF who responded. So, I got the job. I focused on the payout. He was willing to pay me 2 grand. I got half at the start and the rest at the end.
The guy playing my son was his son. Something felt off about this, but I needed the money. And like always, I let common sense go out the door. In the beginning it seemed just like rough sex with name calling. I get called a mommy whore all the time. So, this began like a vanilla taboo phone sex fantasy. Then the boy got violent. He slapped me, punched me and even kicked me. I began spewing blood out of my mouth and nose, but he kept kicking me. And Daddy egged him on.
After an hour or so, I was covered in my own blood and already swelling up. How would I explain this to my family. Not sure they will keep buying the mommy falls down a lot line. I thought the father and son might kill me but turns out this was some sort of therapy project for them. The boy’s mother left them, and I guess she did a number on them emotionally before she went MIA. Lucky me, I guess. Once again, the things I do for coke.
I am a gangbang rape porn star. Even on the holidays, the wicked get no rest. I did double duty on Thursday. The housewife and mother in me cooked a big spread for my family. But later in the night, I excused myself to do some early shopping. Since it was Black Friday, no one questioned me or asked when I would be home. I did not know when I would be home. I went on a quest to score some coke.
Although I knew better than to go to this one truck stop, I was desperate. All my regular haunts looked closed for the holiday. So, I was not scoring coke off any regulars in a closed bar. This truck stop is close to the trailer park in town. Seedy men hang out there. So do lot lizards. I put on some hot shorts and a tank top to blend in. They mistook me for a hooker, of course. Instead of fucking for cash, I fucked for coke. Before long I had enough to get though the week.
But I am a greedy coke taboo phone sex whore. I should have called it a night when I had what I needed. However, my greed for coke, almost got me killed. Almost. But I am still kicking. The last cab I knocked on gave me coke and a lot more I did not bargain for. This black trucker appeared to be partying with a few other black truckers. He looked at me like a tall glass of water in the desert. I should have ran. But I am a glutton for punishment.
I got in the back of the cab and that trucker, and his friends explored their violent rape phone sex fantasies for me. Two cocks went in my ass at once gaping it so wide I will not shit right for months. They laughed at my gaped asshole. Instead of helping me, they pissed and spit into my ass. They fucked me for hours. I stumbled home smelling like an outhouse around 6 am in the morning. Luckily everyone was asleep. Just a typical day for a druggy whore.
It is always torture sex with my son. Sometimes, I think he is addicted to beating me as I am addicted to his coke. But he loves me. Why else would he keep me so high? We live in a transactional world. If my boy gives me a huge bowl of coke, I know I need to help him with a live stream. The holidays are approaching, and everyone needs money. Except for me. I just need coke.
My boy let me get high first before he turned on the camera. I do not mind being his punching bag. He loves to see me purple and blue. His favorite colors. I heard the chimes before he even through his first punch. I think my boy knows what the fans want. They love seeing a snuff porn star beaten black, and blue.
As my face came up from the bowl of cocaine, my boy punched me. Not in the face though. He would never damage my sniffer. But the rest of my body is fair game. The more he punched me the more chimes I heard. He even bounced my head against the wall. Although I did not feel much because of the coke, I heard the ringing in my ears. Perhaps it disoriented me a bit. But my dizziness could have been all the coke I snorted too.
The real torture involved my 4th hole. Until he fucked my urethra, I thought I only had three holes to fuck. Nope. My ass used to be his favorite hole. He has fucked my ass so many times, and so hard in the past, I can push out my prolapse on command. And although I did show off my prolapse for my son and his home viewers, my pee hole took the brunt of his anger. My 4th hole is my tightest hole.
Mommy is nothing more than a punching bag. But like I said, I never mind. My boy loves me. He gets me coke. If he needs to use me as his ass rape porn star, destroy my urethra and beat me, so be it. Being his punching bag does not mean he does not love me. Although I am still sore as fuck, my son gave me enough coke to survive a beating from Mike Tyson.
I enjoy taboo phone sex. As a dirty mommy, I do taboo things daily. So, when guys ask me if I am no taboos, I laugh. My life is taboo. I learned to love incest and coke from my mother. She would do lines of coke and fuck my brother when he was a teenager. When I got married and had boys of my own, I followed in my mother’s footsteps.
However, the difference between my mother and me is that I cannot control my coke usage. My mother only snorted coke a few times a week. I am more like a several times a day. I am rarely not high. Perhaps, that’s the reason I find myself in so much trouble. I like working on a snuff phone sex line though. My life experiences often mirror my caller’s fantasies. I would not thrive on a vanilla line.
Even though I enjoy mommy rape fantasies, I like the more hardcore shit. Dismember me, beat me, even snuff me out on the phone. If you get off, I get off. My caller last night presented me with a Saw like torture fantasy. He thought I would say hell no. But I said hell yes. Creative men with sick fantasies might be my kryptonite. Seriously, I love a torture fantasy.
My caller kidnapped me while walking home from a drug deal. Of course, he took me to his place and did awful things to me. I mean he did the basic things to me also. He fucked me and beat me up. But then the fantasy got wild. He took my limbs off with a hacksaw. Slow torture sex gives me a wet pussy every time. And I can be a screamer. Big cock or big knife, I scream either way.
What a wonderful and brutal death this caller gave me. But now you must up your game. Think you can be as creative as he was for our snuff call?
Are you in the mood for violent phone sex? Many men are on and off the phone. The holidays bring out the worst in most of us. And some men just need a punching bag. Of course, I understand that some men need a punching bag year round like my stepson. I am here for the part-time and full-time abusers. It is the life of a druggy whore.
Soccer mom by day and punching bag by night. That’s the story of my life. Although I am a pain slut, sometimes guys take it too far. But I never have any say in it. I do it for free coke no matter what the cost to me. James got rough Friday night. I can barely move still. My husband thinks I fell down the basement stairs doing laundry. I needed to explain the bruises somehow that would not draw his suspicion.
Although I love my husband, he does not know me at all. He thinks I am a soccer mom. I am that, but I am a druggy whore more than anything. James knows I am a druggy whore. And he knows I will do anything for coke. So, he baited me to his place to party. I was not thinking snuff sex. All that was on my mind was cocaine. Mommy’s little helper, LOL.
You would think I would learn by now. I mean coke takes me down the darkest allies in the world. However, I know James. We party together often. He’s never laid a hand on me. Of course, we fuck. But he has never hit me. That all changed Friday night. I said something he misunderstood. Hell, I still do not know what I said. But it pissed him off and like a powder keg, he exploded.
With one wrong comment, I became his punching bag. And once he got a taste for beating up someone who would not fight back, he wanted more. I curled up like a ball on the floor, but he kept punching me and kicking me too. He told me it felt cathartic. So, he got out all his pent-up anger at the world on me. He compensated me with more coke. But this taboo phone sex whore feels like a truck ran over her two days later. The things I do for drugs.
