I love ass rape porn. I am an anal Annie. Always have loved cock up my ass. I discovered the joys of anal sex when I was pregnant and about to pop. I was so horny, but my belly was too big to fuck in most positions, so my husband fucked my ass. I loved it. I get fucked more in my ass now than I do my pussy. It is no secret I have a coke habit, a very expensive one too. I often make money off my ass. I use to score drugs for free, but as my dealers tell me, I am not a tight little whore anymore. No one really wants to fuck me, well not for the amount of coke I want. I have had to get creative with how I earn my party money. I am a taboo phone sex whore. Men on the phone enjoy force fucking my ass and sodomizing it with all sorts of objects not designed for the ass, so I thought I would take that to the Back Pages and offer up my ass to men for a price. It is keeping me well supplied in coke. Turns out men of all ages want to brutalize a Milf’s ass. Most recently, I was hired by the football coach of a local high school. He thought it would be fun for his team of horny teen boys to have an ass to take out some aggression on. I love young boys. To get paid to let a football team sodomize my ass seemed like robbery in a way. They didn’t pay me enough. It was gangbang rape porn. They stockpiled my ass. At one time there were a dozen teen cocks in my ass. It prolapsed and bled. They even choked me as they shoved their cocks in my ass. I had to suck their bloody shit cover dicks clean after wards. They didn’t care they hurt me and likely ruined my ass. Future callers.
I have always considered myself a bondage whore. I love bondage phone sex. When I was younger, bondage was my foray into the submissive world. Bondage required trust in your partner. I found out recently, that bondage is not what it used to be. Not even close. I was feeling vanilla recently. I have grown tired and frankly scared of all the rough treatment I get from men. Bondage is more sensual so I thought I would explore it again. I went to this new bondage club called Tie Me Up this week. I met Frank, a young Italian man into rope games. We had so much fun at the club, we went to his place to fuck. Club rules always are no exchange of fluids which means can’t fuck. His house was a bondage whore’s dream, well more like nightmare as it turned out for me. He had a rope swing that he ensnared me within. I was suspended and tied up. I didn’t get scared at first, because he respected safe words in the club. Never tied me so tight I couldn’t stand it. We were on his turf now. Whole different set of rules. Actually no rules. He skull fucked me so hard as I was suspended upside down, I feared I would need braces. Upside down is a tough position to suck dick too. As I started to puke, I swallowed my own vomit. I pleaded to be released. Be careful what you ask for, however. He let me down, just to force fuck my ass repeatedly. He didn’t just fuck my ass with his cock. He used both fists too. All three at the same time. I had two fists and his cock up my ass simultaneously. To say my ass gaped a little is an understatement. My ass was a cavern. I think your head would have fit up my backside after he was done. I crawled home, bleeding and prolapsed. Be a long time before I try bondage again.
Ass rape porn holiday party? Wasn’t my idea, trust me. I was at the mall doing some last minute shopping when a group of high school boys started harassing me relentlessly. They were grabbing my ass and tits, calling me names and knocking stuff out of my hands. Unruly boys. They needed a spanking. Mall security was ignoring me. Everyone was ignoring me. They were so wrapped up in their own world they didn’t see me struggling with these boys, or they just didn’t care. One of the bigger boys cornered me against an exit to an employee’s area. He pushed me through the door. His pals followed. They shoved me into a dark room. I think it was a storage area for the janitors. I started screaming but over the Christmas music and crowd chatter, no one could hear me if they were paying attention. I struggled as hard as I could, but I was out numbered. It was 6 to 1. They were big boys too; likely athletes. They shoved their fingers down my mouth joking about my cock sucking abilities. They ripped the clothes from my body. When I began to cry, I got smacked hard across the face. “Shut up twat,” one of them said before his friends rammed their cocks down my throat with such force that I puked. I hurled everywhere. That just turned them on more. My ass got shoved full of teen cock. “Bitches in school don’t give up the ass, whore,” the leader said as he plunged his hard member so deep in my ass his balls left a mark. They tagged teamed my fuck holes and took pictures of the mall whore for their Instagram accounts. I was sober too. I was not prepared to be in a gangbang rape porn at the mall just days before Christmas. I gave up fighting; just let them use me until they grew bored. They left me alone filled with their cum smelling like a sewer in the janitor’s room. They even stole my purse to go shopping on my dime. Merry fucking Christmas to me.
Ass rape porn is my favorite. I have always been an anal Annie. As a grown woman, I find more guys obsessed with anal torture than just a good hardcore ass fucking. I love it in the ass, but sometimes it is way more than I can handle. I went to my local corner bar for some fun Friday night. It is a total dive bar. A bar respectable women avoid, but everyone who knows me knows I am a far cry from respectable. If you are a chick in this bar, you want fucked or you want drugs. In my case, it is always both. The guys there just refer to me as the ginger whore. The moment I walk in, they buy me drinks because every regular patron there knows I cannot hold my alcohol for shit. After a few rounds of tequila, I am a gangbang rape porn star. My memory is a little sketchy about the other night, but my prolapsed ass tells me I had a good time. What I do remember is being bent over the bar while men sodomized me with beer bottles, pool sticks, cocks and fists. Pretty sure I passed out at some point, but that didn’t stop their fun. Why should it? A submissive whore doesn’t need to give consent, she is up for grabs. I woke up in the alley behind the bar. I was appropriately dumped by the garbage bin. Trash and broken glass all around me. It was raining. I was cold and wet. Oh, and naked. My clothes likely left in the bar. I guess they couldn’t wake me come closing time, so the bartender discarded me like trash. I could feel my asshole had popped out. That is the calling card of an anal sex whore. I live nearby, so I crawled home naked and cold. Took a hot bath and tried to piece together the night.
Torture sex is all I am good for apparently. I stopped by to see my drug dealer, well one of them at least. I have a few. He was all fucked up on some new pure cocaine. He was acting all erratic. Scared me actually. I was hoping to pay him and get on my way, but he had other plans for me. He grabbed my red mane and dragged me down his basement stairs. From there he preceded to string me up to a beam in his basement. It was all set of with BDSM equipment. He had no idea I was coming over, so I was not the first girl in his little torture palace. I am sure I would not be the last one. I had no clue why he was acting so aggressive with me. I didn’t even owe him money. Not yet at least. I think it was the drugs bringing out his nasty side. He is a mean son of a bitch by nature, but normally this bad. My arms were stretched over my head. My feet barely touching the floor. I was in pain from hanging just inches off the floor. I begged for him to let me go. I said he could fuck me all he wanted. That held no appeal to him. He wanted to hurt me for entertainment. He started with a whip. A big long leather whip that tore through my flesh. As blood tricked down my body, I saw him get out a big scary looking cattle prod. I gasped in fear. Rightfully so too. He shoved the cattle pound up my ass. It was not turned on, but I knew it was like a sick version of Russian Roulette. I would not know when or for how long, but he would turn it on while it was up my ass. A few minutes of ass rape porn with a cattle prod then it was pure torture when he turned it on. I shit and pissed myself. I prayed that I would pass out. Luckily, my wish was granted. I woke up covered in my own piss and shit with a note on a bag of cocaine that said, “You earned this bitch.” Damn right I did. It may have been a lot of pain and humiliation, but I got free coke. Silver linings.
I have a bondage phone sex story to share. I am a submissive whore. Normally, a pain slut fuck doll. Torture, snuff and rape fantasies and rough anal are among my favorite things. Bondage has always been a little vanilla for me actually. That all changed this weekend. My dealer offered me a sweet deal. He had a big time supplier for shit heavier than I do who wanted to make a bondage film for his spank bank. His only requirement for the lead was that she be a red headed MILF. I was going to get my usual weekend blow package free for 6 months if I did this favor for him. I scratch his back he does the same for his heroin supplier, everyone is happy. It was not a happy ending; at least not for me. His dealer was Russian. A big tall burly man who looked like he could snap my neck with two fingers. As soon as I arrived, I knew I should not have agreed to this little endeavor. My greed for drugs got the best of me. Mr. X as he called himself, immediately strung me up so I was suspended mid air. It was painful to say the least. My legs were stretched out; I was gagged and my arms were pinned behind me as I hung from ropes above a thick tube of some sort. Mr. X was a puppet master, controlling the strings so I danced up and down this pole. It had the girth of a baseball bat, but was twice as long. He pulled some strings literally and he impaled my pussy on this fuck stick that gaped me wide open. The pain was unbearable. I have had many a big thing up my fuck holes, but the head of this torture sex device was covered in thumb tacks. Every time I was lowered down, my pussy and ass got impaled by sharp objects, shredding my insides. I passed out a few times. Nothing a bucket of ice cold water couldn’t revive. My torture lasted almost 12 hours. My pussy was shredded; my ass prolapsed and my dignity gone. But who needs dignity when you have 6 months of free coke?
Torture sex is for the man’s pleasure. As a fuck pig, I understand my place. I know I am here for whatever a man needs from punching bag to snuff doll. My step son is a man of cruel intentions. He has never liked me. I have been his punching bag since he was a school boy. In fact, he was the first man to break me. The irony was that he was no man at the time. Just a young teen boy. His hatred of me fueled his desire to make me his bitch. I had been married to his father less than a year when it first happened. My husband went out of the country for a week, leaving me in charge of my step son. Little did my husband know that that his young son was clearly the one in charge of me. This was before my husband and I had little ones of our own. A mommy never forgets the moment when her boy owns her. I had gone down to the basement because he informed me there was some sort of wounded animal trapped by the cellar door. As I walked down the dark stairs, he pushed me. I was the wounded animal. He chained me up. Put a collar on me and told me he was in charge now. I was scared. He denied me light, food, even water. My only diet for several days was his piss and cum. He fucked my ass repeatedly, even smacked me around and fisted my fuck holes. I was not leaving my basement dungeon until I said, “You own me. I am your bitch.” I fought it for a few days, but then I grew weak and a little crazy from sensory deprivation. He broke me. I have been his ever since. He is in his 20s now, but stronger and way crueler than ever.
Snuff porn is not just all about young coeds. Most of the snuff films I have seen involve young school girls, but there is a market out there for mommy and MILF snuff films too. I know. I am always told I deserve to die for being a piece of shit whore. My drug dealer took a hit out on me recently because of all the money I owe him. I knew it was just a matter of time before my dead corpse was rotting in an alley dumpster. The sad thing is no one will know I am missing. Well, they won’t care that I am missing. I am trying to stay hidden in this underground dungeon club. It may be safe from my dealer, but it is not safe. The male members of this club are into torture sex. I have been hiding out here for days now and I wish I was dead. It is a miracle I am alive with all the sick things they have been doing to me. Some of what they have done makes shitting in my mouth seem approved for the Disney Channel. One guy took pleasure in fucking my ass with a broken dirty beer bottle. I can still feel shards of glass stuck inside my asshole. Another man made me drink a mixture of maggots and cum. I puked it up, then had to lick it back up. Another sadist put a sewer rat up my cunt and stitched my pussy lips together. The rodent clawed at my cunt for hours making me bleed from the inside out. I know I am safe from my dealer here. He would never come to such a sick depraved place, but I may not make it out alive at this rate. I am disease ridden, bloody, infected and ruined. A bullet to the head is welcomed at this point.
I owe my dealer a lot of money. For awhile, I was always able to work it off with a little ass rape porn. A couple months ago, however, he cut me off. Said my ass was no longer good enough payment. At least not for the amount of coke I use in a week. I was scoring from his competitor but he cut me off too. It appears I am an old used up whore these days who can no longer score drugs for free. My husband doesn’t give me a big enough allowance to cover my nose candy problem. I am resourceful, however. I placed an ad on Craigslist that I was a MILF whore available for all sorts of photo and film shoots. Nothing was off limits. I got a few nibbles, so I perused the one with the biggest pay out. It appeared to be a gangbang rape porn shoot. Over 100 black men. I’ve fucked plenty of black dudes before, never that many in a day, however. I didn’t have any coke, but they gave me a shot of smack. Never done it before, but they said it would help. It was like I went to another planet. I was not stiff at all. They sure were though. I swallowed as many cocks as I could at a time. My mouth was so full of monster cock that I fucked up the alignment of my teeth. They started cumming pretty quickly down my throat. So much cum, I puked repeatedly. They savagely went for my ass. Hands strangled my throat as they stockpiled their monster cocks in my asshole at once. Pretty sure my ass prolapsed. Another shot of smack, more cocks, more savagery and more cum. I woke up with the money I was promised, bloody, battered and drenched in cum. And a big old smack problem.
Gangbang rape porn is what they wanted. I just wanted gas. I ran out around midnight last night. I was in a bad part of town because that is where women like me go to score drugs. I used all my money for coke. Thought for sure I had enough gas to get home. Wrong. I called AAA and waited on the hood of my car when a pickup pulled up, I thought maybe it was AAA. It was so dark outside. Wrong again. It was truck full of rednecks. I knew I was in trouble. They were a long way from the cornfields, so I knew they were likely scoring drugs too. Meth heads by the look and smell of them. I tried to be polite and pass on their help with the explanation AAA was on their way. When they got out of the truck, I put some coke up my nose quickly because I knew what was next. They circled me on the hood of my car before they pinned me down. I prayed for AAA to come quickly or another motorist. No such luck. A gang of meth head rednecks force fucked me on the hood my car. They fisted my ass, pissed in my face, punched me and burned me with cigarettes. The coke I did was not enough to wash away the pain. I was a victim of opportunity for them. I’ve learned I am nothing but a vessel for cum and that boys will be boys so I should just accept whatever they want to do to me. I laid on the hood of my car like a dead fish praying it would be over soon. Soon was 5 hours. AAA never showed up. Apparently they don’t come to the neighborhood I was in because it is too dangerous. I had to let my attackers take me home. I guess you can imagine how I had to repay them.
