If you are afraid to go out because of the state of the nation, stay home and watch ass rape porn. I have been home making it with a sexy friend! Guys aren’t paying to fuck a dirty whore like they were a few weeks ago. It has become challenging to earn enough money to get my fix. Hell, it has been hard to get my fix too. I met this other junkie whore recently and we put our brains together and decided to make some homemade kinky porn. The kind that men will pay to watch at home while they are practicing their social distancing skills. Last night, we were both high as fuck. Everyone knows I am a nasty freak when high. I give the best taboo phone sex when I am high too. Anyway, my druggy friend hooked us up to this live stream where guys could watch us from the safety of their homes. They could also chat with us and pay money for extra things like a huge ass dildo shoved up my ass. It was a brilliant idea. One that netted us more money than hooking. We can cast a wider net with live streams and essentially do many men at once. Good thing I am a pain slut, because you horny doomsdayers who want to just jack off at home want to see some perverted shit. When my sexy accomplice was done gaping my asshole, a guy paid to see her squeeze a tube of icy hot into my gaped butthole. That shit burned, but I focused on the Benjamins we were making. Our little sex show netted us enough money to hoard coke. Fuck toilet paper and canned goods. If the zombie apocalypse has arrived, I want enough coke to go out kicking ass.
I had a weekend befitting of a taboo phone sex whore. I partied with bikers all weekend. I never checked in with my husband or my sons. I went to this biker bar to find some coke. This club makes Hells Angels look like pussy cats. I knew I was dancing with devil going down to that scuzzy bar, but I wanted coke. Before anyone would share, I had to entertain them. I knew that meant pain. Lots of pain for me because I could not get high first. I started with a nervous striptease on the bar. I regretted being there the moment I walked in. But once I was there, I had to just survive it. The bikers were throwing jizz on me as I awkwardly danced. It was like they were monkeys in a cage. I wished they were in a cage because then I could get away. I slipped on the bar, fell on to the floor. I banged myself up and they laughed. They also took advantage of the situation. As I was trying to get back up, one of the bikers kicked me in the ribs. I fell back down and that is when I felt a fist in my ass. No lube or warning. Just a big hairy arm up my ass. It was deeper in me than an ass rape porn star could handle. I gritted my teeth because even for a pain slut, I felt this. The bikers took turns on me. Fists and cocks in my holes until they had all cum several times. I was a hot mess. My asshole was gaped open and cum was pouring out on the bar floor. They could have killed me, but they didn’t. They gave me a decent sized bag of coke and let me go home. I got out lucky, I know.
All of us have killer phone sex fantasies, even submissive whores like me. I have had enough of my abusive stepson. My husband won’t protect me from him because he doesn’t believe his own wife. My stepson has convinced him that I am a delusional, vengeful, druggy whore. He doesn’t believe me when I say his son beats me, fucks me and even pimps me out. I decided I would kill my stepson to solve my problem. I thought I could kill him. I wanted to kill him. Of course, it backfired. I baited him to come over one night. I made him a cake with rat poison inside. I thought he would eat it and die. I thought it would be simple. I should have known better. He is smarter than me. He knew I would never bake him a cake. He made me eat it. I got sick quickly. I puked withing minutes of eating a slice. He pushed my face in my own vomit while shoving his fist up my ass. He kept repeating how worthless I was and that a stupid cunt like me could never pull a fast one on him. He made it clear that I was still alive because of him. He only made me eat a slice of the poisoned cake to prove a point. He spent the rest of the night beating me and fucking my ass so hard, I wished I had eaten the entire cake.
He told me he wanted to have sex with dead bodies. I didn’t realize he meant me. We were in a mortuary. His family owns a funeral home. Creepy, I know. But I was curious too. We fucked on top of a casket with a dead girl in it. A young girl too. She died in a car accident. She was young and my perverted friend’s family made her look shiny and new again. After we fucked on her casket, I watched as he opened her casket to peek at her dead body. I didn’t think he would fuck her, but he likes them young. I am too old for him, but I am a sure thing. He had me help him get her out of the coffin. I asked him why he just didn’t get in with her. He wanted to fuck her on the floor where he had more room because he didn’t want to tip the casket over. Damn, I thought to myself, he was planning on fucking her rough. He ravaged her dead corpse so hard, the makeup on her face started to smear. She didn’t look so good once that happened. Didn’t phase him at all. He kept fucking her until he came inside her. He said no one would notice because it was a close casket funeral. I guess no one wants to see a dead brat. Once he fucked her, he was still horny. He fucked me again, but he was struggling to get hard for me. He put his hands around my throat and squeezed. The problem was me. The problem was I was still breathing. He could only get hard with a dead whore. I guess my days as a taboo phone sex whore are over. He squeezed the life out of me so he could fuck my dead warm corpse.
I have a kidnapping phone sex tale for you. I was out for a jog the other morning. It was chilly and foggy. I was jogging to my drug dealer. I don’t run for exercise. I run to get coke. I could hear a car tailing me. I figured the car was going slow because visibility was poor. I was struggling to see a few feet in front of me, so no doubt, so was the driver of the car. Suddenly, someone was on me. I felt a hand go around my mouth and pick me up off the ground with no effort. He tossed me in the back of the car and sped off. He was wearing a mask and there was a lady in the front seat with him. She was not exactly a lady. More like a teen girl. Perhaps my kidnapper’s daughter? I tried pleading with her and him. But neither spoke. The girl gave me a pleading look. It was like she was telling me to shut the fuck up with her eyes. We didn’t drive far. I couldn’t tell where we were because of the fog. The car pulled into a garage. He pulled me out of the backseat kicking and screaming. The girl took my feat. They tossed me like a discarded rug in the basement. I waited scared, wondering my fate. My masked kidnapper came downstairs to where I was being held captive. His daughter was with him. I still didn’t know what was going on. Then, it became clear. This was some strange initiation for the girl. She had to torture me. I could tell torture sex was not her nature. Her arm shook as she picked up a baseball bat and swung at me. She hit me in the back. Luckily, she hits like a girl. I cried in more pain than I was in but soon I was in real pain. She branded me. She used a taser on me. And, she fucked my cunt with a cattle prod. My flesh burned. I pissed myself and I started convulsing. My kidnapper praised her, as I laid on the floor in a pool of my piss and slobber. She was daddy’s accomplice and I was her first victim.
Men aren’t the only ones with rape phone sex fantasies. I met some women Friday night who had the same dark desires as many of my callers. I was in a gay bar. I thought it would be a safe retreat for me from the brutality of men. No gay man is going to want to hurt me. It never crossed my mind that some lesbians might. I was talking with some lipstick lesbians at the bar. I did my man bashing, and they bought me drinks. They were nice. They were attentive. They listened to my man woes. I thought we bonded. That was far from the case. They were plotting anal torture sex at the bar. One of them slipped a mickie in my drink. The next thing I knew, I was naked on a floor with a huge dildo in my ass. The pretty lesbians were in a circle surrounding me. They were cackling like witches as they took turns sodomizing my ass to ruin. They were not using lube. This was not for my pleasure. It was for their entertainment. I was crying but that turned them on. As they shredded my asshole, they mocked me. They called me names and slut shamed me. Those lesbians treated me more brutally than most men. I can’t even find comfort from women. I am a worthless whore.
I am no stranger to torture sex. I am a pain slut. I used to think there was no pain I couldn’t handle then I met Matt. We met innocuously. Honestly, I was not in subby whore mode. He is my youngest son’s teacher. I was dressed like a proper mother for a student teacher conference. The next day, he sent me a friend request on Face Book. He was flirty. He was hot for one of his student’s mom. I agreed to have drinks. I thought having a teacher who owed me would be a good thing because I have unruly boys. He spiked my drink with some sort of roofie. I woke up in his bedroom. I was naked and tied up. I didn’t understand. He didn’t have to force me. I was willing to be whatever nasty freak in the sheets he wanted. I asked him what was going on. He showed me a bunch of dirty pics of me. He got them from my stepson. Turns out they are friends and he knew what a dirty ass rape porn star I could be. I pleaded for him to let me go, but he chuckled. He disappeared for a few minutes and came back with a sex machine. A double dildo machine. I watched in horror as he put Icy Hot on the dildos as lube. He fucked my holes with dildos that burned my insides. He had the machine on turbo speed. I was convulsing and he was jacking off. He didn’t stop until my ass was bleeding and prolapsed. He just kept telling me he knew that I was a huge anal pain slut. But this was too much. Not the Icy Hot. Been there done that. When that didn’t make me cry, he used something else that I discovered was lye. My ass has chemical burns now. I may never sit or shit the same way again. I had no idea a school teacher could be so sadistic.
If you have rape phone sex fantasies, I have a not so fantasy tale to tell you. I am out of town. Occasionally, I do fetish modeling. Hardcore bdsm photo shoots pay well. That is coke money in my eyes. I am in Cleveland, Ohio for several days. I went out after the shoot. I wanted to find someone to party with in my hotel room. I didn’t have any luck. It was Valentine’s Day night and everyone out was coupled up. I had some coke with me, so I decided to go back to my nice hotel room, watch some porn and get high. I ordered room service. I got some wine and a meal. I got more than I wanted, however. The room service guy came back an hour later with a few friends and busted into my room. They locked the door behind me and jumped me. They told me I was a dirty cock teasing whore who thought I was too good for them. I didn’t know what they meant because I had never seen them before. I guess that was the problem. I snubbed them in the lobby. They wanted to party with me, but I acted like I never saw them. Truth is, I didn’t. I was high and out of my element. They were making sure that I saw them now. They shoved their cocks and their fists in my fuck holes. I was on the floor in fetal position as they kicked, punched and fucked me. The worst part was that they stole my money and my coke. They threatened to tell my husband what a little whore I was for them if I complained to the hotel. The joke was on them. My husband knows what a dirty whore I am. I took a hot bath after they were done, put on new clothes and went out to look for coke.
A lot of my callers fantasize about a subby mommy whore. I enjoy those calls. R likes to exploit my need for coke. We roleplay that he is my son and I need coke so badly that I will do live sex shows with him just to get a fix. He gets me fucked up on coke and beats the hell out of me while thousands of men watch and bid on what my son does to me next. I may be a suburban housewife, but I have some dark fantasies. R and I like to party on the phone. We do some lines, then he starts punching his mommy like he is Mike Tyson. His favorite colors on me are black, blue, purple and yellow. I was hot once, but years of coke made me haggard looking. A shell of my former self. Just saggy skin and old bones. Regardless, desperate for a fix. No longer hot enough to trade my skanky body for coke, but my son will give me all I want. For a price of course. He figured out a way to make money abusing me on camera. So many men with mommy issues just love watching my son R smack and punch the shit out of me. What they pay the most to see, however, is the hardcore ass fucking he gives me. He fucks my ass so hard it prolapses. Once my asshole is on the outside, he zip ties it so it won’t go back inside me. Men love that shit. They also love watching him suffocate me with a plastic bag. My son loves me. I know he does because he gets me high. He knows how much I need a fix but coke ain’t cheap. I must work my ass off or inside out for that shit. When the public show is over, I am a hot mess. My skin is turning all sorts of pretty colors. My asshole looks like pulverized meat. My pancake make-up is smeared all over my face and I pretty much look like a snuff porn victim. I don’t care though because I have my coke.
Men have violent phone sex fantasies when they are around me. It never fails. I can look the part of a middle-class soccer mom and still get abused. Men see my vulnerability. They smell my need to be dominated. I was on soccer mom duty last night. The boys had a game, so I loaded them up in the mom van and took them because daddy was still at work. A few boys needed a ride home, so I dropped them all off and that left my boys and one of the other parents. His car broke down and I offered him a ride home since he lives on my block. He is married. I know his wife and daughters. He is an assistant coach. My boys went upstairs to shower, leaving me with my neighbor. I thought he was just going to walk home, but he pushed me into my basement and tied me up. He started fucking me like an ass rape porn girl. He was aggressive. My ass was being shredded. He told me not to scream or he would kill my boys. I never saw this side of him before. I was not sure if I was scared or aroused. Mostly the latter. My pussy was dripping wet as he slid his fist inside me. He fucked me hardcore until he heard my sons calling for me. He untied me and told me we had unfinished business. I know I will see him again soon.
