Rape phone sex fantasies are easier to explore with a dirty coke whore like me. I get my fix and I don’t care what the fuck you do to me. I made the mistake of saying that to Rick this guy who gave me coke the other night. Of course, he gave it too me with strings attached. He wanted his son and some of his friends to have fun with me. If I said no, the coke would have been taken away from me. I know how things work, so I went with it. I figured high school boys couldn’t be as rough on my fuck holes as men their daddies age. I was wrong. I forgot how hard a young teen boy’s dick can be. It never goes soft or if it does, not for long. They fucked the shit out me. They tied me up first. Then they passed me around like candy. Boys fucked my ass and my cunt. They pissed on me too. Some of them put as many as four cocks in my ass at once laughing at my gapping asshole like I was a strung-out ass rape porn star. They enjoyed me for hours until they had no more cum left in me. Daddy dearest put my abused ass in an Uber and sent me home with my coke. A druggy whore must do what a druggy whore must do.
If you have rape phone sex fantasies you need a subby bitch like me. I have been force fucked so many times, I have lost count. Men look at me and see a whore they don’t need to ask for permission to fuck. They take what they want because they can. It must be some vibe I give off that makes men of all ages think they can fuck me. I was shopping at Whole Foods the other day. Not exactly the place you go for kinky taboo fun, right? I was minding my own business. I was just going through the aisles getting what I needed for the week of meal preparations. I was not even high. In fact, I was respectfully dressed too. I was putting my groceries in my trunk when he hit me over the head. Things went dark. I woke up on a gravel road with my panties around my ankles and some guy fucking me. He was calling me mommy. I didn’t know him, but he was telling me I was cock teasing him at the store. I didn’t remember even seeing him there. He went back and forth from my pussy to my ass. He was fixated on punishing mommy for being a cock teasing whore. I would like to say it was the first time that happened, but it wouldn’t even be the third time it has happened. Men love force fucking mommy. I just took it like a dirty whore. When he was done, he got up, returned to his car and left me on the gravel road alone. I had no clue where I was or how I got there. My clothes were dirty and tattered and it was cold outside. I made it to a gas station and called my husband to come get me. I guess I should be lucky I was alive.
Ass rape porn is not just what I watch. I am often making it. My ass is the favorite fuck hole of many men I know, including my stepson. We have a love hate relationship. I love his coke and he hates me. He was out of town for a few days. I know where he hides his coke. I picked the lock and took just a little. It wouldn’t even be noticeable. I just needed a little pick me up until I could get a larger stash. My plan backfired because I didn’t know he had a nanny cam. He caught me when he wasn’t even in town. He texted me a video clip of me breaking into his lock box. I was preparing my self for revenge, but thought I had another week because he was out of town. He sent a proxy to punish me. His name was Dax and he was big and brooding. He tied me up in a rope swing he brought with him. As I was dangling from the swing, he set up his Ipad. My stepson was going to watch him anally torture me. As Dax fisted and fucked my asshole, my stepson moaned and masturbated like it was his cock that was the instrument of torture sex for my fuck holes. Dax violated me for hours until my asshole was on the outside on my ass. He took a zip tie and tortured me more. Then he left. Left me in the rope swing with my prolapsed asshole in a zip tie for my young sons to find. Another lesson learned the hard way.
New Year’s Eve was spent making gangbang rape porn. I was not toasting the new year with champagne. I was getting drilled in every hole I have while guzzling back cum. My stepson had a few of his friends over to ring in the new year. I just didn’t know I was part of his celebration. One of his friends stripped me naked when I came into the living room to check on them. I just wanted to know if they wanted some food. They were hungry, but not for pizza. They wanted to fuck me. They wanted to sodomize my ass like a seasoned ass rape porn star. My stepson put a dog collar around my neck. Once they were done with round one of nutting inside me, I had to do things like drink their piss and lick their asses. They just wanted to humiliate me while they waited for their cocks to get hard again. It was not the way I wanted to spend the holiday. It was not how I wanted to start the next year because what you do at midnight defines the rest of the year for you. I guess that means I have nothing but rough sex and humiliation in store for me. Fitting for a dirty, worthless old whore.
Taboo phone sex Christmas. It was not my idea. I was asleep last night waiting for Santa just like my sons. My husband was passed out from too much wine. He was dead asleep when his son pulled me from bed by my hair. He dragged me into the living room. I didn’t want to ruin Christmas for my young sons, so I didn’t put up a fight. He plopped me in front of the tree. I knew it was my stepson, even in the dark of my room. He hates me. There is nothing I can do about it either. He is the golden boy in my husband’s eyes. My stepson wanted to explore his rape phone sex fantasies for Christmas. He ripped my panties off and shoved them in my mouth as a ball gag as he fucked my ass. He loves my ass. He prolapses it every time he fucks me. Twice I have had to seek medical attention for my prolapsed ass. My ass will never be the same. I no longer have a tight pink sphincter. I have a bulging rosebud. By the presents, under the glow of Christmas tree lights, my stepson gave me another bloody, prolapsed asshole. His Christmas gift to me. When my sons and husband woke up to do Christmas gifts, I could barely walk, and my pajama bottoms were blood stained. They just thought I got my period.
I was his gangbang rape porn star. I was not prepared for it either. I was at a swank holiday party. I was dressed in an evening gown. This was a party for my husband’s office. No one he works with knows I am a druggy whore. I clean up well. I can act the part of the suburban housewife and soccer mom. My husband’s boss has a son who saw through me. He pulled me aside and gave me some coke. He knew how to make my nasty freak flag fly high. After the coke hit, I was in a spare room making ass rape porn stars look like amateurs. The boss’s son and several other young men passed me around like candy. They even bent me like a pretzel. The music and conversation were loud, so no one could hear me scream as a bunch of young boys obliterated my ass. I was going to be in trouble if my husband discovered what I was doing. We have an arrangement. I am not a nasty whore with his work buddies. It is the only rule. I justified it in my head because the guys fucking the shit out of me were the sons of his work buddies. Gray area, I know, but I was high, and my freak flag was flying. When they were done using my ass, I tried to get dressed back up as the good wife, but I looked like a taboo phone sex whore. I can clean up, but never for long because I like to be dirty.
Torture sex is worse with a female dominatrix. I swear, women are meaner and tougher than any man I have ever met. There is this one female dealer I know. I only go to her when I am super desperate. She makes me do things the male dealers don’t. I hate going to her, but I have a huge coke addiction. I went to 6 men yesterday. They all turned me down. None of them wanted to trade their coke for my pussy. I get it. I am an old whore. Not perky and tight. I went to Lizzy. She is known as Lizzy the lezzy because she is a dyke. Mean bitch too. I was not getting any coke without doing some kinky ass rape porn with her first. I braced myself for the news of what I had to do. She wanted me to put pool balls up my ass and shoot them out. I was like, what the fuck? I was too sober for that. She gave me a line to do, so I would loosen up for the task. I was not high enough, but I did it. I had to do it if I wanted coke and I always want coke. Always.
I was out for a jog, when a car pulled next to me. The driver wanted directions. As I leaned into the window to tell him how to get to Whole Foods, I felt something hit the back of my head. I never saw it coming. I woke up naked, bound and gagged. I had on stiletto heels and fishnet thigh highs. I was not wearing that when I was kidnapped. I mean this was right out of a kidnapping phone sex scenario. I couldn’t speak because of the ball gag. I just whimpered. The man who asked for directions was talking to another man, presumably his accomplice who whacked me over the head. They were discussing money. I listened intently and scared as I overhead them talking about how much money they could make selling me into slavery. The two said they needed to try me out first to see what they could get for me. They left me tied up but took the ball gag off so they could mouth fuck me. I wanted the ball gag back. It was better than being skull fucked. My mouth was not the only hole they tested. They tag teamed me. They each tried out my pussy and my ass. They fucked me raw. They fucked me hard. They laughed as I cried out in pain. When they were done, they put a $5 tag on the collar they had around my neck. I was only worth $5. They joked about the dirty old $5 whore.
The holidays bring about taboo phone sex fantasies for mommy. My youngest son has rape fantasies. Most boys do. It is just that my son thinks about doing very bad things to his mommy. He is a young boy, so I just giggled when he told me he was going to fuck me regardless what I said. I giggled, tousled his hair and told him he was cute. That was not the response he wanted. He was half my size, a third of my age, but he punched me right in the face. I stumbled backwards and fell. The next thing I knew my young son was on top of me, ripping my clothes off and forcing his cock inside me. He was calling me vile names and accusing me of cock teasing him all his life. I was fighting him, but this was no joke to him. He was full of hatred for his mother, for the woman who gave him life. When I tried to get the upper hand, he pulled my head up just to slam it back down on the floor. I cried out in pain. I felt blood trickling down my head. My son. My own son was forcing his dick in the very place that he came from not that long ago. He was filled with so much anger as he forced his dick in my pussy. Finally, he nutted. He hopped off me, spit in my face and told me to clean up. What has happened to my baby boy? Do you have rape phone sex fantasies about mommy too?
Ass rape porn was how I spent my holiday. I owed this black guy money. He decided that unless I was his ass slave, I could not get any more coke. I need my coke, so I submitted. He has a huge black cock. The kind of cock that can ruin asses and pussies. I thought I could handle him. I have before. But it wasn’t just us. He had several other men with him. All black men who wanted nothing more than to fuck the shit out a druggy white whore. I needed coke though, so I was down to be used for a gangbang rape porn. I thought at most, I would be fucked for a couple hours. It was closer to a couple days. I missed Thanksgiving dinner. No one came looking for me either. I was getting stuffed with big black cocks. Stuffed in my mouth, stuffed in my pussy and stuffed in my ass. All at the same time too by multiple black cocks. My dealer told his friends to have seconds and thirds. I felt like a raw bird with gravy all over me. My asshole was sore. I was bleeding from being over fucked. I had a gallon of cum all over me too. I was a hot sticky mess. Eventually, they got tired and I was sent home. I got some coke, but I paid a high price. I could barely walk, and I missed Thanksgiving with my family. When I did get home, it was like no one even missed me.
