It was a domination phone sex call. I get a lot of those as a submissive slave. Some phone masters remind me of real life experiences. Master Ted reminded me of this one time when I was fucking out of desperation for coke. Why? Well, Master Ted was having me fuck myself with various things I could find in the house. A rolling pin, a wine bottle, a curling iron, a hairbrush, even my own fist. Once time this dealer told me he would give me coke if I entertained him. I tried to suck his dick, but he slapped me away, much like my phone master. Some men love using my skanky holes, others won’t get near me with a ten-foot pole. They don’t want anything to do with my skanky holes. I was desperate for coke that night like I often am. I started dancing for him and he laughed. He shamed me for thinking I was sexy like a stripper. I had two strikes, so I had to think quickly. I saw a baseball bat and I grabbed it. I started pushing it up my cunt and he didn’t roll his eyes, so I knew I was going in the right direction this time. He shifted his legs, which usually means hard dick in pants. I fucked my cunt so hard, I was raw. Like hurts raw. What got me the blow was putting that bat up my ass like an ass rape porn star. I ruined my asshole, but I got my coke. Master Ted was getting off listening to me fuck my pussy and ass with things way too big to be fucking my holes with. If you call me for some subby fun, remember I will put anything up my holes to please you.
Ass rape porn happens just about anywhere I go. Something about me screams my holes are open for torture to men when they meet me. I checked into a no tell motel last night to get high. My husband knows I have a problem, but I am not allowed to get high at home if the boys are home. He was home last night and on my last nerve, so I fucked my dealer, scored some dope and went to this crack motel. Everyone there is either doing illicit drugs or lot lizard skanks selling their fuck holes to truckers or druggies. I am not proud to go there. I am an upper class housewife, but I have no place I can get high. I was feeling good when some dude broke down my door. It wasn’t hard to do. He had a few friends with him. I guess they thought I snubbed them when I checked in. I didn’t need to fuck, I had my medicine. I just ignored their “hey babies.” They thought I owed him an apology. One guy tied me up, so I couldn’t fight. Once I was secure, they took turns force fucking my ass and pussy. They smelled like sweat and gas. They didn’t just fuck me. They pissed on me and slapped me around. They were drunk bastards. I just had to endure it until they got bored. They did leave, but they left me tied up and the door open. Apparently, they told the other folks at the hotel I was down to fuck. All night, random men came into my room and fucked me. Some just beat me or came on me, a few fisted me. It was a nightmare. I never got to enjoy my blow. Guess that is just a day in the life of a taboo phone sex junkie.
Gangbang rape porn was not on my agenda last night. Actually, I was not looking for trouble. I was not even looking for drugs. For once, my supply was solid, and I didn’t need to put myself at risk to score. Trouble has a habit of finding me, however. I went out last night for a jog. I was high and full of energy. There is a college campus near my home, so I often jog around there because it is safer. Not last night. I went by a frat house, heard the whistles and lewd comments then something struck me in the head. A rock I think. It’s vague, but I believe someone tossed a rock at the back of my head, which made me stumble and some frat boys took me into their house. Originally, I thought they were being nice. I quickly learned that one of the guys threw the rock. They tied me up after they stripped me naked. They called me a cock teasing whore and a litany of other things. These college boys cared nothing about me or what they were about to do. I tried pleading with them as a mother since I was the right age to be any one of their mothers. That made things worse. They all had rape phone sex fantasies for their mothers. I just tried to go to a happy place while they savagely forced their cocks in my ass and pussy, many times 2 to 3 dicks in a hole at once. They were savages. Slapping me around, spitting on me and fisting my fuck holes too. I thought they were nice young men, but they were no better than the dealers who pimp me out and abuse me, so I can get some blow. After a few hours, they grew bored with me. My clothes were shredded. I had to do a walk of shame from the frat house to my home. I was naked and covered in cum. No one stopped to help me. I think they just saw me as a strung out whore.
Snuff sex is all I deserve. I know this. I am worthless. I think that is why I gravitate to mean assholes. I am not attracted to men who will treat me well. I have never been with a loving man. I wouldn’t know how to act. My husband just ignores me. I don’t think we say two words to each other a day. He has his whores and I have my masters. He said to me once that he was just waiting for the call that I was dead. I know he thinks my lifestyle is risky. He won’t give me drug money, so my lifestyle is his fault when you think about it. I need drugs to function. With no money and used up holes, that leads to bad decisions. Many bad decisions like placing ads on fetish sites to be used for money. Tom was happy to pay me for his kinky desires. Tom has a mean streak that he told me he couldn’t explore with a girlfriend or a wife. Since I was a whore, he was happy to pay me to do the things he can’t with most women. He put a collar around my neck and made sure I knew I was his sex slave. He choked me, slapped me, kicked me, even flicked his cigar ashes on me. He called me names, beat me and pissed on me too. He said his cock had never been so hard. I had to wonder if my cunt had ever been so wet.
I didn’t think making a lesbian gangbang rape porn would be bad. I needed the money and I saw an ad on a fetish porn site I pick up gigs when I am desperate. When I arrived at the address I was provided, I was shocked to see a gang of women. They didn’t look like dykes. Lipstick lesbians maybe, I thought? There were no introductions. They swarmed me like horny vultures. One of them shot me full of something. Felt like heroin the way I suddenly felt. It was like I left my body. I felt at peace for a moment. That euphoria was replaced by fear and pain quickly once the band of lesbian bitches started charging me with humongous dildos. They rammed them in my mouth at once. 5 dildos the size of horse cocks were ramming in and out of my mouth with such speed, I gagged. I choked and gagged and then I puked. I could hear laughter. They were around me like a pack of wild animals but I was so fucked up, it felt like it wasn’t happening to me. When they switched gears to ass rape porn, I felt every moment of anal torture. Women can be the cruelest, sadistic bitches. Those same 5 dildos went in my ass at once. The shot of smack was wearing off and my ass was bleeding and prolapsing. I was crying in pain. This torture was not worth the couple hundred bucks I was making for this, if I would even see the money. Hours I endured fat long dildos crammed into my fuck holes. I was covered in sweat, urine and even shit and puke. I felt like a drunk bum who spent the night in an alley. They were on meth and it brought out their sadism. Never again will I agree to work for women. They are fucking savages.
Not only men have killer phone sex fantasies. There are many dominant women out there that hate me as much as you do. This guy who bought me from my drug dealer to settle my coke debt sold me to a woman. This woman I didn’t know. She bought me for sport. Have you ever seen a cock or dogfight? This was a cunt fight as she called it. She bought two bitches and made us fight for our lives in front of an audience that paid good money for a death match. I thought it was a ruse, but this was something straight out of a snuff porn. The winner of the death match got her freedom. The other got death. I didn’t believe either of us would live, so I tried to strike a bargain with my opponent. Even though she agreed that we might both die regardless, she didn’t like my plan of not fighting. She said if we did that we would most certainly die and likely in a violent manner. I guess she was right. At least this way, one of us had a chance, but I knew it wouldn’t be me. I am not a fighter. I am a submissive whore with a coke problem. I was starting to go through withdrawal. Maybe I had a chance. I was on edge with no coke, but coke fuels my dark side. When we were put in the middle to fight, I gave it my best. My best wasn’t good enough. The little Asian doll took me down in 5 minutes. She reamed my ass with a strap-on lubed in Ben Gay. While I was writhing in discomfort, she pinned me for the required time to name her the winner. The audience got to decide how I should die. It was gruesome. They beheaded me, and the male members of the audience pissed and came on my severed head. How would you kill me?
Ass rape porn stars like me are often strung out addicts. You need to be high to take anal torture. I was partying with a dealer and his friends over the weekend. I trade my holes for blow or whatever drug I can get. He gave me some coke if I entertained his friends. Of course, I let him pass me around like a piece of candy. It is just sex. I have fucked for far less in my life. My coke habit is expensive. My allowance doesn’t begin to cover what I use. So, years ago I learned that trading my body for blow was a smart move. It is a dangerous move too because when you barter for drugs, guys know they can do anything to you. Only a skanky bitch would trade her fuck holes for blow. To them that means anything goes, even anal torture sex. I was high, but not high enough to not feel the pain of several fists in me at once. Two fists went in my ass simultaneously. They got as deep as their elbows. Even high as fuck, I felt that shit. My ass prolapsed and bled. They laughed and joked about kicking my ass back in. They were high on something that made them more sadistic. One dude put a chain around my prolapsed ass and walked me around the room like a dog. Even though I was the pet, the other guys pissed in my face like they were dogs. I could hear my dealer saying, “Make that dirty whore earn her coke guys.” That they did. I was fisted so hard and so deep I may never sit or shit right again. I was forced to drink piss and suck dicks clean that were covered in my shit and blood. I was fucked for hours and humiliated over and over. Small price to pay for free drugs when you are an addict.
I was not expecting to star in a gang rape porn in the adult bookstore. I went in to get a new vibrator. Usually, I am alone there besides the counter guy. He knows me by name. I go through sex toys like a porn star. There were some trucker guys there looking at the blow up sex dolls and flesh lights. One of the guys started talking to me, but I don’t engage strangers in sex shops. I was polite and brief. They started talking about the stuck up redhead. I started to walk to the counter, but one guy grabbed me. I saw another guy hand the counter guy a bunch of money. Hush money was my guess. I was in trouble. I heard one of the guys say something like why get a sex doll when there was a live whore right here. They blindfolded me and ripped off my clothes. Cocks were in my mouth, pussy and ass. It went from gangbang to ass rape porn. They were fisting my ass and using sex toys in the store on me. It hurt. I was crying. Even the store clerk got in on the action, forcing his barely legal dick up my dry ass. They told me I asked for it being alone in a dirty bookstore. Perhaps they were right. Wherever I go, I have a knack for getting in trouble. I guess I give off that worthless whore vibe.
Snuff sex by suffocation was his plan. I was his bondage whore and his coke buddy. I was completely bound tight. I was wrapped up like a Christmas present. I couldn’t move. When he sat on my face, I thought it was just to lick his ass, but he shoved his dick so far down my throat I started to choke. I was unable to breathe because his asshole was over my nose and his cock was making sure I couldn’t breathe out my mouth. I started flailing about. My arms were restrained behind my back, so all I could do was shrug and rock a bit. He was not a little man. I thought he was joking when he said he was going to smother me to death. He is a drug buddy. We get high and we fuck. He never has been violent towards me. He is one of the few mean who has not abused me. I still thought it was some sort of joke until I passed out. I thought that was the end, but his urine stream in my face woke me up. He was laughing at me. According to him, we were just getting started. He invited other guys to join our kinky snuff porn. Every guy sat on my face, choking me with his cock until I passed out. They woke me up by pissing in my face. I have rope burns on my wrists and ankles. Veins are visible on my face and in my eyes. I look like I survived something, but I can’t tell anyone that I look like shit because guys smothered me with their nut sacks all night and pissed on me to revive me. That doesn’t sound like something a soccer mom would let happen to her. But then, I am no ordinary soccer mom.
It was a casting call for a gangbang rape porn. I needed coke. I have done worse for less. I figured this would be a cake walk. When I arrived at the warehouse where the movie was being shot, I was ordered to my dressing room to get naked. I was accosted there by a woman with a needle. I told her I don’t do smack. I am strictly a coke and weed girl. “Today you do what we want bitch,” she seethed as the needle pierced my vein. I immediately felt euphoric. Suddenly, I understood why so many folks get hooked on this shit. It is a powerful drug that took me to never never land. When I started to come out of my drug induced haze, I realized I had rope burns on my body from being bound too tight. That was the least of my problems. There was a baseball bat protruding from my ass. I guess I made an ass rape porn too while I was out. Only the handle of the bat was sticking out, which meant I had about a foot of wood up my shit box. No wonder they made me do smack. I started to fight and cry because the pain was hitting me. I felt another needle pierce my flesh. I lost big chunks of time over the course of the day. I apparently lost a pint of blood and some flesh too because when I woke up there was a pool of my blood under my ass. The director paid me my $500 and told me to sit on a raw steak to help heal my prolapsed ass. He wants to use me again because I can take the best anal torture sex he has ever seen. It must have been the heroin. I want some more.
