Taboo phone sex is what I do best. I get too fucked up to do vanilla calls. I have had too many submissive experiences to do vanilla type calls either. I had a long caller last night. We were getting high together. When I do lines of coke, I can’t fake shit. Coke brings out my freaky side. Since I am always high, I am always a freak. I have this horse thing with a dildo attached to it. I use it to give sex shows to dealers and my sons. My caller was asking about the type of things I have in the house to fuck myself with and I told him. I wasn’t smart enough to realize it was a trap. Once he heard me describe all the objects I have used on myself, he wanted to channel my inner ass rape porn star. I was high; faking it was not an option. I ended up bouncing on my dildo saddle contraption while fisting my own cunt. Thank god for speaker phone. He was describing all the violent things he wanted to do to me while I impaled my ass on a 13 inch dildo with my fist in my cunt. Not sure how I managed that level of multi asking fucked up, but I did. I gaped my own holes. Normally, others destroy my holes, but I told you I am a nasty fuck slut when I am high.
Bondage phone sex gets extreme with a submissive druggy whore like me. I got a bit tied up last night. I am not exactly sure how it happened either. I was in a bar drinking with strangers. I know I was hitting guys up to party. I am a cougar whore. I love to party and fuck. I like coke too much and it gets me in some predicaments like last night. The last thing I clearly remember was doing lines of coke in the bathroom with this college dude. I had been playing pool, drinking, flirting and partying with some frat boys. When I woke up, I was tied up and suspended with some dude I had no memory of meeting. He was not one of the frat boys. I don’t think he was even at the bar. He had a pulsating vibrator attached to my clit that was giving me orgasm after orgasm. I know that doesn’t sound bad, but rapid cums in close succession like that over stimulates your pussy and hurts. I asked him who he was and how I got there. Apparently, the frat boys I was partying with sold me for $500 to this guy. WTF? They can’t sell a person. I demanded to be let go. He was not having any of my sass. He took a blow torch to my cunt and asshole. Torture sex is why he bought me. The pain made me pass out. He liked me awake, however. I could feel my flesh melting. I could smell my flesh burning. I puked. The way I was suspended, I only managed to puke all over myself. The torture went on for hours like some strange Pavlov’s dog experiment. It was like he was trying to get me to associate cumming with pain. I am a pain slut but burning the flesh from my skin was more than I could bear. Eventually, I passed out and couldn’t be revived. He dumped my body in an alley. I woke up when a bum was pissing on me.
I am an ass rape porn star. Not mainstream porn, however. My stuff is all on the dark net. It is for men who like seeing anal torture. For men who get off on prolapsed and bleeding assholes. Does that sound like you? I have a huge monkey on my back called cocaine. My need for blow leads to poor decision making. My husband cut off my allowance years ago. Most dealers won’t float me any more blow. I must make underground movies for sick directors to make money, so I can get high. Not all the directors are men. The last anal torture sex film I made was directed by a bull dyke. She hates women like me because we remind her of her whore mother. Apparently, mommy dearest pimped her daughter out for coke. If I had a baby girl, I would have done the same thing. This woman likes to pay old mommy whores like me for pain and torture films. At first, it didn’t seem that bad. At least not compared to what I have done in the past. I can handle a fuck machine ramming warp speed in and out of my ass. I didn’t want to act like it didn’t hurt, so I moaned and moved around like a wounded bird. When she stopped the machine to lube it up, I was no longer acting. She doused the dildo part in icy hot. My ass was on fire. If that was all she did, I would have been fine, but she added crushed glass to the icy hot. My anus was shredding and burning. The more my skin tore, the more it burned. She laughed the entire time. I cried. By the time she was done, my asshole looked like raw meat. I cried so hard. I still can’t piss, fuck or shit without grimacing in pain. At least I got a fix.
Taboo phone sex fantasies consume me. I don’t know what is wrong with me, but I have so many wicked dreams. I dream about guys doing horrible things to me, even killing me. I had one last night that seemed so real. I passed out after partying. I woke up suddenly when a group of strangers yanked me from bed. It was like having a heart attack being woke up that way. They dragged me to the basement where they tied me up and force fucked me for hours. They did more than fuck me, however. One of them wrote cunt on my forehead with my red lipstick. They joked about hearing rumors of the trashy milf who likes to party and fuck college boys who lives here. These guys were younger than me, but they didn’t look like the college type. They looked more like the gangbang rape porn makers type. They burned me with cigarettes. They pissed in my eyes. The fisted my cunt and ass. They used my body as punching bag and a cum receptacle. They cut my hair. They fucked me until my holes bled. It was such an intense dream, that when I woke up I could still smell the piss and cum. I felt sore. I did a line to wake myself up because I felt like I was trapped in my nightmare. I went to the bathroom and saw my face and body. My forehead had whore written on it in red lipstick. My body had purple marks everywhere. When I went to pee, I pissed blood. I touched my asshole and it was on the outside. What the fuck happened to me. Clearly, what I dreamt was reality. Just couldn’t remember how I got to my bed. Guess poor memory is one of the pitfalls of being a party whore.
It was pure torture sex. He gets off on causing me pain. I am not sure what exactly happened, but I woke up in the basement with my ankles and wrists bound. I felt like I had been drugged. I am sure I had. He loves to abuse me. My last clear memory was doing a line of coke before bed. When I woke up, I was a hot mess, naked and restrained in the basement. What jolted me awake? An electric shock shook me awake. It felt like an electrical current pulsated through my entire body. I was wide awake now. He was calling me names. He shocked my pussy. The voltage was so strong, I pissed myself. He then put the cattle prod in my cunt. He had this devious smile on his face as he cranked up the voltage. The hair on my pussy was smoking from the current. I pissed myself again, even shit the floor. He just stood there laughing at my pain. My stepson hates me. He takes cruel pleasure in my pain. I was crying, which I knew was only a turn on to him. I couldn’t help it. The pain was intense, even for a pain slut. My discomfort is foreplay for him. The cattle prod went up my ass the next time. Like one of those extreme ass rape porn stars, he fucked me with the prod turned up to its highest voltage. I convulsed like a rabid animal. I frothed at the mouth. My entire body shook to the point it felt like I was levitating. I lost all control of my bodily functions. I woke up hours later in a pool of piss, shit and vomit. I could smell the frayed pussy hair. I reeked of humiliation. I laid there in my own filth because it was better than going upstairs and risking his wrath again.
Torture sex is not just something inflicted by men. In fact, some of the most sadistic masters I have had in my life have been women. I owed this woman coke money. She wasn’t a dealer. She was a party girl like me. She is just one with money. She asked me when I was going to pay her back. She has a nasty streak, so I couldn’t bullshit her, or I might end up dead in an alley. I told her I was having a cash flow problem and asked if I could work it off. She is a dyke. I thought I could eat her pussy and ass for a couple hours and my debt would be settled. She had something else in mind. It wasn’t pretty either. She is sadistic. She hooked me up naked to some electric shock machine. My nipples and my clit were wired to receive a mega dose of electric shock. The voltage was so high that it burned my skin. I could smell my pussy hair burning. Burnt hair smells awful, even pussy hair. I was sweating from fear which made it worse for me. When she pulled out an industrial sized vibrator, I thought this was a pleasure and pain sort of thing. In a warped way it was. She put a clip on my clit. When I orgasmed, it would cause an electrical shock. As much as I wanted not to cum, she had this big vibrating wand up my cunt on full speed. It was a matter of biology. I tried to think of the most awful, painful things so that I wouldn’t cum, but it did no good. I started convulsing. I felt like I was having a seizure. I pissed myself from the shock. It was messy and painful. I endured electrical shocks to my pussy for hours before she declared us even. I will never get high with a sadistic dyke again.
Extreme bondage phone sex? That is when I get tied up in painful positions and tortured. Men like to do that to me. They like to do all sorts of things to me. I am a pain slut with a monkey on her back called cocaine. I find myself desperate for money often. There are several rag magazines locally that advertise for fetish models. I am the kind of woman that answers those ads. The gigs are always in the seedy part of town. The photographers and directors are always shady as fuck. But I am not a cute young coed who can get glamorous modeling jobs. I can’t make money off being a GFE either because I am not classy or smart. I do snuff porn and bondage modeling. Sometimes I do both simultaneously like last weekend. The ad was just for extreme bondage. The pay was $500 for an 8 hour day. Seemed like easy money to me. The photographer had some middle eastern clients that wanted to see women tied up and being fucked and abused. What I was not told was that this was not a simulated shoot, but a private shoot for hire. The guys bank rolling the shoot were there. They hate women like me. They hate American women period. They spoke no English that I could discern. I could understand cunt. I guess there is no translation for that word. They hog tied me into a beach ball. I looked like some freak show contortionist. They poked me with a high voltage taser until I pissed myself. They burned my hair. That’s an awful smell. They fisted my ass and cunt. They pissed on me and in me. Kicked me and slapped me. They burned me with their cigarettes. It was a torture film, not a bondage photo shoot. I endured that for 8 hours, never understanding a word they said other than cunt, which they said often. I earned my drug money, but if I keep answering ads like this one, I will be dead before I’m 40.
I was told I was making a gangbang rape porn. This was an order, not an offer. I owed him a lot of money for my drugs. I was out of extensions and he had some friends who wanted an old bitch for some anal fun. Apparently, on the Dark Net, hardcore MILF anal porn is popular. This was going to be a live stream. I was out of drugs. I was allowed a few sips of whiskey, but no coke. I was tossed to the wolves by my dealer. He traded me for cash and kept the money to satisfy my drug debt. These men were savages. They tied me up like a hog, so I couldn’t move. They kicked me and beat me before the ass rape porn began. There was no lube. They didn’t care about me. I was just a cum dumpster for them. They forced their cocks three at a time in my ass. It gaped me wide open. I felt my holes tearing. At least when I had my sons, I was medicated. This was raw anal fucking. My ass was bloody and swollen. They made sure to show me with a mirror. They thought it was funny. I was a ball of sweat, tears, cum, and blood. I was not prepared for rough anal sex today, so their cocks got covered in shit. They flung it on me like a monkey in a zoo does. It was degrading. When my drug dealer came by to collect his money, he pissed on me. He joked that it was the only bodily fluid not on my body. I was tied so tightly that I had rope burns on my body. I begged to be untied, so I could go home and shower, but they refused. They sold me again to another group of men. I may never shit right again.
Gangbang rape porn was not what I signed up for last night. I was invited by a fuck buddy to party at this guy’s place. Supposedly, he had a mansion with a pool and hot tub. My husband is out of town for business, my sons were with their grandma, so I was game to party. When I arrived, I immediately got chills. You know that feeling you get when danger is around you? That’s what I had. Despite the house being the nicest one I have ever seen or been in, I knew better than to party with these guys. I am not the brightest bulb. I saw the bowl of coke on the table and decided to stay. After a few lines, I would have no sixth sense anymore. My gut was right. I should have listened because those guys tore my ass up. I don’ t think an ass rape porn star would have enjoyed the anal torture I got last night. They waited like hungry vultures until I was high to charge me. They ripped my clothes off and made me stand naked in front of them while they talked about every imperfection on my body. It was humiliating, but it was nothing compared to having 4 big cocks in my ass at once. Who ever said the ass can handle anything never got sodomized by 4 big dicks at once. I could feel my asshole tearing open. It was just like going into labor again. When you are in delivery, your pussy rips. Just this time there was no doctor to stich up my asshole. They made me suck my blood and shit off their dicks. They laughed at my pain. I was set up. My fuck buddy owed these guys some money and I was a way to settle his debt. They force fucked me for hours and video taped it to sell. They said rape fantasy videos bring in a lot of money, especially when they look authentic. I guess I should have listened to my gut.
When it’s fantasy phone sex, anything goes. That is what I love about this job. I like to get fucked up on coke, which always takes me to extreme places. I have dark fantasies. Very dark fantasies. What about you? I tend to run my mouth when I am fucked up too. I told my stepson about a deep dark fantasy last week. I know better than to tell him anything. He hates me. He gets me high because he knows I run my mouth and I don’t fight him when he abuses me. The truth is that I like the abuse. I told him this sick fantasy I have about spiders. There is nothing that scares me more than spiders. We were talking about fears. I told the wrong person that I thought I might have a heart attack if spiders were crawling all over my body while fucking. I am a submissive MILF; the thought of a man exposing me to my worst fear turns me on but scares me too. Last night my sick fantasy became a reality. I didn’t have a heart attack, but I pissed myself and hyperventilated. My stepson dragged me out of bed and tossed me in the cellar. He was taunting me in the dark. His voice seethes with hate. He hooked me up to a fuck machine. What came next, I never could have imagined. He dumped a container of hairy, big spiders on me. I was restrained to the bed frame while getting fucked and these creepy spiders were all over my body. I was shaking. I have never been so scared. This was not fantasy, it was torture sex. I was shaking badly from fear. I couldn’t enjoy the fuck machine. My stepson laughed at me as he jacked off on my face. I knew I should have never told him my worst fear.
