Do you have killer phone sex fantasies? I bet when you think about it, there was a mature woman who either cock teased you in your youth or just simply pissed you off. Perhaps, your own mommy? I am often the star of “Killing Mommy.” My stepson loathes me. He lusts for me too, which is his dilemma. He hates me for replacing his mother; he hates himself for beating off thinking about how much he wants to fuck his read headed step mom. Like me, he likes to get high. It is just when he gets fucked up, he turns into Dr. Jekyll. On Friday night, I was home alone with him. My sons with his father, his half-brothers, were at a sleep over. My husband was out of town on business. He was drinking whiskey straight out of the bottle and doing lines of coke. I could feel his anger building. I turned to the right of me to turn on a lamp and he yanked me off the couch with one hand in a fit of rage. He tossed me against the wall so hard, I slumped to the floor in fetal position. He started kicking me. His cock was out and it was hard. The more he kicked me, the more he abused me, the harder his dick became. He yelled at me; degraded me for being a homewrecking whore. I told him I’ve been married to his father 15 years now, so get over it. That didn’t go well. He ripped my clothes off; demanded I show him some respect. He shoved his cock in my mouth before he slammed it repeatedly in my ass. He smacked my face against the wall as he assaulted my ass. My face was bloody. My ass prolapsed from the torture sex. He tried to strangle me too. So much rage in my stepson. He spat in my face when he was done. I laid there motionless and sore, battered and bloody, knowing he was not done with me yet.
Taboo phone sex stories are something I have in abundance. As a druggy whore, I’ve sold myself to the devil for a fix a hundred times over. Last week, I was held captive for several days as a sex slave. Chained, collared and kept naked in the basement to a group of Meth makers. They are the worse. Mean sons of bitches. Horny 24/7 too. I was traded for drugs. One of my coke dealers wanted some meth to sell too and I had no money to pay for coke, so I was given to these redneck Meth heads for trade. The house was some old farm in a rural part of the state. I shit you not, they were missing a bunch of teeth and had the worst hygiene. They used me as their toilet as well as their punching bag. Their cocks were disgusting. Covered in scabs, dirty and smelly. Pretty sure one had crabs. For days, I only drank cum and piss. They skull fucked me, ass fucked me, burned me with cigarettes and slapped me around. They were animals. Filthy, vile animals but they kept reminding me that even they were better than a strung out whore like me.
Ass rape porn Sunday? That is how I have been spending my day since the stroke of midnight. Desperate times. All my dealers have cut me off until I pay. My pussy is no longer tight, so the one dealer I found that would trade coke for sex, has been abusing my ass like a wild animal in heat. At one point, he put a pony tail in my ass and a bit in my mouth so he could ride me around his place like Sea Biscuit. Only he was not the only one riding me, nor was that pony dildo the only thing in my ass. I felt like an anal gangbang rape porn star. Cock after cock rammed in my ass with no lube. Cum flowing out of my ass like hot lava. When the guys were drained of cum and too fucked up to get hard again, they took to sodomizing me with baseball bats, candles, beer bottles and fists. When they prolapsed my ass, they made fun of me, but they also put coke on my torn rectum and sucked it off like my prolapsed ass was some sort of pacifier. They are passed out now. They dumped me full of seed and speed so I can’t rest. I’m sitting on an ice pack resting up my asshole for round four. It’s going to be a long day of anal torture for this druggy whore.
I was sold for a gangbang porn. I owed this guy some money. I fucked him, then jack rolled him because I needed a fix. He threatened to turn me in to the cops if I didn’t return his money. Well, I snorted it all up my nose. His response was that I better earn the money like a good little whore. He gave me the name of this kinky couple who likes to make sex tapes with dirty whores. I was stuck between a rock and a hard place, so I agreed. They were pretty hot looking. They looked like any other upper class suburban couple. Looks can be deceiving. Kinky fucks. They got me high on crack. I’m a coke girl. Never done crack. I was so fucking out of it. That’s when it got kinky. I heard them say, come in boys, join the fun. Their sons joined us. I should not have been shocked. I fuck my boys. What was kinky was as the boys each took a hole of mine, daddy took turns fucking their asses, which pushed them deeper inside me. The wife was sucking their cum out of me and telling her boys to breed me like a whore. I was not on any protection, and they weren’t using condoms. Mommy can’t get preggers no more, so I was the sexual surrogate. When I tried to fight, claiming I was too old for little ones, they slapped me and strapped me down spread eagle. Daddy, all three sons, even the family 4 legged friend dumped their seed into my unprotected pussy. Multiple times too. My pussy was oozing so much cum my legs stuck together. They didn’t let me leave. I was their slave for a week. I got fucked multiple times a day, until they were sure I was likely knocked up. I am almost 40 and I just missed my period. Fuck my life.
Ass rape porn is sort of my specialty. I get fucked up and beg for folks to tear my ass up, literally. When I am sober, I never want anything up my ass, but when I am high on coke, I can’t get enough of anything in my pink stretched out asshole. I was doing lines of coke Friday night with some chicks I know. One of them is a dealer. I need to get drugs from her sometimes because she lets me exchange sex for coke. Usually, I just eat her pussy, maybe toss her salad. Not this time. She was fucked up and feeling rather sadistic. She wanted to fist my ass and my cunt. She wanted to fist me when I was sober though. She wouldn’t let me do a line first. “I want to experience fisting through your eyes, whore,” she laughed. I sat on her office desk, legs spread wide. I took a deep breath and braced myself for the pain. She rammed her fist up my ass full force. Ouch. I mean wow. No wonder I am not an anal sex whore when sober. She had an evil laugh as she fisted me until my ass was a bloody mess. Swollen and prolapsed. I would not be walking normal in the morning. Fuck, I would not be walking normal for a week. When she pulled her bloody, shitty fist out, I thought she was done experimenting. Nope. She called in her friends for some fisting fun at my expense, but not before she made me lick her fist clean. Humiliating and gross. In the end, I got my coke and the sadistic lesbians had some fun with my ass. I may not shit right for awhile, but I am a taboo phone sex whore for a reason.
Snuff sex Saturday night is how I now remember this past Saturday. I was partying with some guys I met at some hole in the wall bar. I was drunk and high of course. I have no relocation of how I got from the bar to the graveyard. One of the guys thought because it was a full moon it would be cool to fuck amongst the dead. I was getting my ass nailed bent over an old Civil War tombstone, when some guys approached us. At first, we thought the police or security guards. Apparently grave robbers still exist. Dead bodies are used to smuggle drugs across state lines. They look for the fresh grave, snatch the body then take it over to Mexico to be “buried.” I only knew this info because they tied us up and I understand Spanish. They thought they could kills us, have very fresh bodies to use as drug mules. They were going to kill us, until one of my cohorts offered up me as a dirty sex mule in exchange for their lives. They fucked my ass like I was an ass rape porn star to see if my ass was tight. Can’t have their smack falling out of my ass. I got slammed in the ass with a dead body next too me and many more under me. I was afraid they would kill me, so I said I would help them smuggle anything up my ass. They fisted me too with the arm of the corpse. I had a dead limb up my ass, but I knew if I complained I would be dead. I was drunk, not stupid. I like the thought of being a drug mule, actually; a live one though. I’m a druggy whore, so shoving smack up my ass might get me even fucking higher. They took my driver’s license and branded my ass so I belong to some grave robbing drug cartel now. I can’t wait to start smuggling coke and smack across state lines; but something tells me my world is about to change.
Medical fetish phone sex was what he asked for when he called. I was thinking he had the wrong girl. Honestly, I thought he wanted one of the sadistic women. I assumed that medical fetish was like penis torture, even castration. I was wrong. When he put me in the stirrups, I knew what was next. The doctor always says, “You will feel a little pressure pain,” as he inserts a latex finger covered in lube up your pussy. I wished I was at the gynecologist’s office, but I was with a sadist MD. No latex glove, no lube. What was inserted inside me was a speculum with teeth. Sharp razor edges pierced my flesh as he cranked it open gapping my pussy so wide a head would have fit inside of me. Once I was opened as wide as the Red Sea, he found my urethra. He shoved some device down my pee hole. Now that was a new pain. Excruciating pain. That was just the beginning of the torture sex. As I laid in stirrups, with my pussy gapped open and bleeding from the speculum, he attempted to fuck my pee hole. Such a small opening for such a big object like a cock. I screamed as he fucked the smallest, tightest hole on my body. I was crying from the pain. He warned me not to cry. My punishment was severe. He dumped a bottle of hydrogen peroxide in my bleeding cunt and over my now bleeding urethra. It might as well have been battery acid. I felt my insides being eaten away. I tried to not cry, fearing more, even, worse punishment. I was one big medical experiment. My vaginal wall was shredded. My pee hole gapped and burned. My nipples cut and pierced. And, in the end my ass fucked so hard it prolapsed. My first medical fetish experience left me bloody and forever scarred.
He asked me if I wanted to have snuff sex. I was high as a kite. I wasn’t really in the frame of mind to be making any decisions, especially one like that. I’m not sure what I was thinking, but I know I was not thinking he was serious. I giggled like a school girl and said, “Sure, sounds fun.” Fun doesn’t come close to what happened. The way he explained it, I gave consent so he could do whatever the fuck he wanted to me. I am a stupid whore who has snorted all her brain cells away. I was not capable of agreeing to snuff porn, but I did. He tied me up and affixed me to a spreader bar and put me in a collar and a ball gag. My ass and pussy exposed to him and his friends. My own stupidity scares me sometimes. I saw him coming at my ass with a large object. As he got closer I saw it was a moldy log. But not just a log; a log with bugs crawling over it. I swallowed hard, closed my eyes and prayed that the enviable was not going to happen; but it did. I felt damp rough wood sodomize me then I felt the insects crawling. It was like a bad acid trip or something. My ass was on fire. Fire ants, I assumed. The feeling of wood slivers digging into my ass and insects crawling all around inside me made me sick to my stomach. I couldn’t move though. I was a prisoner. What I thought was going to be a hot sexual encounter was turning out to be more of a deadly encounter. I puked from the pain and sensation, but swallowed my own vomit because of the ball gag. Some friend of my sick hook up filmed my anal torture. He said depraved ass rape porn sells at a premium. Apparently, my life is expendable if it lines their pockets.
Do you like extreme bondage phone sex stories? I have one for you. I was partying over the weekend with some neighbor boys. Teen boys with some great weed and pills. They are not coke heads, but they party. I was out of powder, so I dressed slutty and went over to see if they would share their weed. Beggars can’t be choosers. Plus, young horny guys like a MILF who parties, right? They were on some wild trip. The weed was laced with some sort of psychedelic drug. I took a few puffs and even I knew it wasn’t straight weed. I was feeling out of sorts. They boys were feeling mighty aggressive. They tied me like a package saying that their grass doesn’t come for free. I knew that. I was down to fuck. But, they had something more extreme in mind. Hardcore bondage and ass rape porn. I was tied in such an awkward position, I couldn’t move. That was what they wanted so they could force fuck me like savages. High school boys were gang banging me. Not a single one of them used a condom either. I protested that I could get pregnant, but the response was, “That will be your problem then, whore.” Cocks, beer bottles, fists and other odd items like flashlights assaulted my pussy and ass. I was hot and sweaty from the drugs. I was out of it, but not so out of it to not understand that I was being force fucked by boys young enough to be my sons. They enjoyed making me suck their shit covered sticks that violated my ass hole. They enjoyed using me as a toilet too. The ropes were cutting my flesh from the friction of the force of the fucking. There was no way out for me. Like a good little submissive whore, I just waited until they were done, which was almost 24 hours later. I had no idea teen boys could fuck me so hardcore for so long.
Gangbang rape porn pays the bills. By bills, I mean it buys my coke. I had a little underground film this weekend that I am still recovering from. I don’t know why I keep responding to these ads I see. Oh, yea, because I am a junkie. When I arrived to the address I was provided, I immediately had a pit in my stomach. The house was in the crack whore part of town. The house was dilapidated and smelled of piss and vomit. There was more trash on the lawn than grass. But I was all out of party supplies and strung out; no money to score. This was my only way to get some money. The guy that answered the door was skeezy. They could smell him a mile away. I almost vomited at the smell waffling from the house. “You must be the mommy whore,” he said as he scratched his balls. “Dear Lord, what I have I gotten myself into,” I thought to myself. I fucked him and his dirty friends. They filmed it. But it was not just fucking skeezy men. They had some furry ones that wanted in on the gang bang action. Actually, that was what they wanted to film. They said they could make good money to start a meth lab with this kind of porn. I didn’t sign on for 4 legged ass rape porn, but they wouldn’t pay me unless I did it. They gave me some crystal meth then ushered in the 4 legged porn stars. They covered me in peanut butter first. They had slimly tongues. It was so gross. Licking that peanut butter off my pussy and ass made their red rockets stick right out. Little barbed wired dicks entered my body. Even high, I felt that pain. They nutted in me, but it took forever. They tore my pussy up. I was bleeding from my ass too, but I got paid. I’ve been high ever since.
