I don’t think any woman starts her day off saying, “I’m gonna make a gangbang rape porn today.” It just happens. I had been all over town looking for a fix. No one wanted to trade sex for coke or give me an advance. That is when I decided to go to the Mexican part of town. It is a rough neighborhood, especially for a gringa. But I needed coke and Mexicans will give it too me, for a price of course. Jose is the leader of this drug cartel. I have never met him, but I know of him. I made a bold, desperate move and went right to his place. His goons stopped me before I could get to the door, but he heard the ruckus and came out. He told me I was a ballsy bitch. I promised if he gave me some coke, I could be a mule for him. A white soccer mom can drive anywhere under the radar. He liked the idea of me packing bricks of heroin and coke in my mom van. I had to pass a test first. They need to be sure I wasn’t wearing a wire. How they decided gangbanging me was the way, I am not sure. They stripped me naked and pulled me apart like a Twizzler. Savages. My limbs were being pulled in different directions. They rammed about 4 cocks in my ass at once. They claimed that they were searching for wires, but I know they just wanted to ensure that they could own me. I wasn’t sure I was going to leave his house, but I did. I was wobbling from the ass torture sex, but I got some coke for my troubles. I also must be drug mule from the barrio to the suburbs. They own me. I fail them, I am one dead gringa.
Fantasy phone sex can be twisted. I know. I am riddled with dark desires. Sometimes, my dark desires become living nightmares, however. I was getting high with a bunch of guys and we played a game of “Would You Rather.” I said I would rather be gangbanged in a dirty alley than go to jail. I mean, most women would, right? A night of rough sex is better than months, even years of no freedom in my opinion. That has changed. They dragged me outside and decided to see if I really felt that way. They stripped me naked in a dirty alley riddled with trash, glass and hobos. They started gangbanging the shit out of me. I could feel rocks grinding into my ass and back. I think a dirty needle even pricked me. Cocks were rammed in an out of me as I fought and pleaded. As if that wasn’t bad enough, they invited the homeless men over to piss on me and fuck me if they wanted. I had smelly, drunk hobos fucking me. I was covered in their urine. Thank goodness, I was high. It seemed like a bad nightmare more than a gangbang rape porn. I tried to tell myself that it didn’t happen, but the cuts and bruises all over my body tell a different story.
My husband got super pissed at me over the weekend. I have been stealing from our emergency fund to support my habit. He finally caught on and punished me with a gangbang rape porn. He sold me to some friends of his to pay off what I stole. I couldn’t believe my husband was that sadistic. Normally, I get away with murder with him. Not this time and payback was a bitch. He wanted our emergency money to pay back a gambling debt. He had the kind of debt that if he didn’t pay back, his legs would get broken. Instead of broken legs, he sold me to his goons. They fucked the shit out of me for hours while my own husband filmed my ass rape porn debut. There were fists in my ass, several at a time too. These guys were rough on my holes. They didn’t give a fuck about me. I was just a fucking piece of meat to them, a way to even a score. My husband pitched them the idea of making a snuff film with me as the star. Selling it would bring 10 times what he owed them. My own husband was egging on a bunch of bookies to sodomize, torture and kill his wife for money. By the time it was over, I was covered in cum and blood. I was barely breathing. I guess I learned to not underestimate my husband.
I agreed to do some ass rape porn pictures for a dirty magazine. The pay was good, and I needed the money. I knew it was a questionable ad, but I was desperate. I owed this bitch some coke money and she is known for having her goons fuck up a bitch who doesn’t pay. The place was seedy as fuck. Roach infested no-tell motels were better than this place. There was a smell of shit and blood in the place. I figured that comes with the job. Blood and shit are hallmarks of rough anal sex. The photographer looked Serbian. He barely spoke English. I tried to focus on the money, but it was hard because the stench was nauseating, and bugs were crawling over my body. I thought I might puke. When the action started, I puked. That didn’t stop them from attacking my ass, however. The actors just pushed my face in my puke and fucked my ass without skipping a beat. The photographer was snapping pictures with his cock out. This was the most disgusting photo shoot ever. It became clear that was what they were going for. They wanted me covered in bugs, shit and blood. They smeared all of it over me while they fucked me. I felt worthless. How could I let myself get into this situation? I mean I am a soccer mom from the suburbs and I was covered in filth getting ass fucked in a disgusting room. When it was over, they paid me, and I paid my dealer just barely in enough time to spare my life. The only problem was, I think I had finally sunk so low, I wished I was dead. Hard to believe right? My coke addiction has led me to some dark places, but this was one of the darkest places ever.
Taboo phone sex whore available for New Year’s fun. I am a submissive slut. If I am high as a kite, I don’t complain. Trevor gave me $300 for three hours today. Considering all he did to me, he got a bargain. I just wanted drugs. I got some coke off him to tide me over. He got us a no tell motel where crack heads hang out. He is married, and his wife won’t let him explore his dark desires with him. Well, I am no goody two shoes. I will let any many use me for the right price. $300 was the right price this morning. He fucked my ass while choking me. He pissed in my mouth, forcing me to swallow every last drop. He flushed my head in the dirty ass toilet. He made me lick the even dirtier ass floor too. For three hours, I was his fuck slave and his humiliation junkie. What happens in a dirty ass motel, stays in a dirty ass motel. At least I got a big bag of blow out of the ordeal.
I got a gift card to an adult bookstore for Christmas. It was from my mother of all people. She knows what a kinky freak I can be. Today, when the store opened back up, I went in to buy some sex toys. The store was not crowded. I guess most folks were out at other stores shopping for after holiday sales. I enjoyed looking around. I enjoyed the attention too. I was getting a lot of that from the few people shopping with me. There was a couple in the store too. Sexy looking duo. The wife approached me thinking I might be a pro. She wanted to hire me to fuck her husband. I politely declined. I only fuck strangers for coke. They didn’t look like the druggy type. My rebuff, as nice as it was, didn’t go over well. They took what they wanted anyway and what they wanted was me. The woman grabbed my hair and slammed my head on the counter. While I was dazed, they were getting me ready for a homemade ass rape porn. This was a kinky couple. They fisted my ass and pussy. They encouraged other patrons to fuck me too. There was no holiday cheer with these two. They ravaged me while others egged them on. They took toys from the store and shoved them in all my holes. I was gaped and sore. My ass was bleeding, but they didn’t care. The were huffing from spray cans. The higher they got, the rougher I got treated. I was tied down for several hours. Every new customer got to fuck the old whore for free. I was part of the holiday sale: hardcore anal sex sale. The store owner did nothing to help me. The kinky couple abusing me paid him money to look the other way. He looked away until I was covered in cum and bleeding out the ass.
My sons had some friends over for a slumber party last night. They are out of school for a few weeks for the holiday break, so I agreed to let them invite some school friends over. I didn’t know the boys. I just assumed any friends of my sons must be okay boys. I was wrong. After my sons were asleep, two lads who are brothers, pulled me out of bed. They shoved my panties in my mouth and tied my hands behind my back with a pair of my pantyhose. Teen boys made me their double ass rape porn whore. They fucked my ass in tandem while my sons slept in the next room. Young boys sodomizing my ass? I was not sure if I was scared or turned on by them. They didn’t care that my ass was bleeding. They said I was a cock tease. They claimed that I had this coming to them for months of making their little dicks hard and never offering release. Seriously, their dicks didn’t feel so little ravaging my asshole. One of them held a knife to my throat. He told me he would slit my throat if I made a sound. Violent little boys were force fucking me in my house and I invited them inside. When they left, I laid in bed, trembling and bleeding. I wasn’t sure if I was scared shitless or aroused by these young fucks.
Rape phone sex fantasies are common. Sometimes, men make them come true for themselves. There is something about seeing a druggy whore mom that brings out a man’s dark desires. I was doing some holiday shopping at the mall a couple nights ago. I was being followed by some teen boys. I assumed they just had MILF fever. I may have shaken my ass more than normal. I may have dropped a lot of items and slowly bent over to pick up the items. I guess they didn’t like being cock teased. They jumped me when we were in the parking lot. I screamed, but one of the boys rammed his dick in my mouth to shut me up. His buddies ripped my clothes off in the cold night. On the asphalt parking lot behind Macy’s in the dark night, those boys made a gangbang rape porn with me as their star. For teen boys, they were rough. Clearly, they had zero respect for me. They slammed my head against the grown as they fucked my pussy and ass. There were pieces of concrete embedded in my skin. I was cold and scared, but these boys didn’t give a fuck about me. They just thrust their dicks in my cold exposed holes until they came. They joked that their cum should warm me up. They left me there with my clothes torn and covered in cum. I was just a dirty whore to them. Is that what I am to you too?
Taboo phone sex role plays are the hottest. One of my callers came up with a creative role play yesterday that gave me wet dreams last night. I was a prisoner in an experimental prison. Instead of being sentenced to death in a normal electric chair, I was sold in a hostel style auction. My death was going to be violent and bloody and painful. I was praying for a lethal injection when I saw the room my purchaser took me to die. Rusty knifes and dirty tools were on a gurney. Men with so much money they can pay to kill a death row inmate, had evil things planned for me and my posse of prison bitches. I could hear blooding chilling screams. I could see the hate in the eyes of the man who bought me. He strapped me down to the gurney. He strapped me down mid arm and mid leg for a reason. When he fired up a dirty old chainsaw, I knew why. He dismembered my hands and my feet first. Then he untied me because I wasn’t going anywhere soon, according to his warped sense of humor. It was torture sex. Actually, it was just torture because he never put his cock inside me. He masturbated in my squirting blood as he slowly took off more of my arms and more of my legs. He got off to my pain. He told me he was saving the state tons of money by killing me himself. It was a slow, painful death and nowhere close to being humane. Just how I like my snuff fantasies. I deserve to be killed in a bloody and violent way. I am a worthless druggy cunt who contributes nothing to society. If you were to kill me, could you top dismemberment?
Taboo phone sex fantasies consume me. What about you? I was dreaming of being forced fucked by my step-son when I woke up and he was on top of me. A dream is one thing. Reality is very different. His hand was around my mouth. I saw the big ass knife on the pillow next to me. I knew if I screamed, he would slit my throat and my babies would find me dead in a pool of blood in the morning. His cock was ravaging my pink asshole. My ass can never catch a break. After he nutted in my swollen ass, I figured he was done. I should have known better. He is a sadistic guy. He hates me with a passion, so when we have these encounters that are like something out of your rape phone sex fantasies, I never get away unscathed. His fist was the next thing up my ass. He put on a pair of brass knuckles first to increase the pain. No lube, just his cum was all that he said a whore like me needed. I have had fists up my ass before, but never with brass knuckles. As he twisted his fist inside my ass, I felt my anal wall ripping. I could feel the shit and blood mixing together as he prolapsed my ass yet again. I passed out from the pain, but he woke me up with his fist down my throat. All I could taste was a strange mix of blood and shit. I hate my step-son as much as he hates me. I just lack the power and strength to ever stop him.
