I’ve been recovering for a week now from my son’s rape phone sex fantasies. One of these days our “beat mommy beautiful,” sessions will kill me. Every time he gets more violent. However, every time I get more coke too. So, I know my son loves me. You might call coke mommy’s kryptonite. In fact, this last streaming session, mommy wore a cut off T-shirt styled with the Super Girl logo, but the S stood for Super Whore. That’s me in case you did not know. I am a super whore for coke. And a super whore for my boy.
We began our live session with my face planted in the bowl of coke with his elbow deep in mommy’s cavern. With one arm up mommy’s barren old womb, he used his other hand to fish hook my mouth and punch my face a few times. He thinks with my fiery red hair that I look best with a black and blue face. Once he removed his fist from my cunt, he punched my teeth out. And they flew across the room. With the teeth gone, he could skull fuck me senseless like I deserved.
Although I know I am his torture sex doll, I never mind. He needs the money from the live streams to live on and provide his super whore mommy with premium coke. While he throat fucked me, he choked me too. It felt like he was jacking his cock off inside of my throat with every tight squeeze. My face turned red and blue. With his other hand, he pulled out my shitter. But since my ass gets a lot of action, it prolapses so easily these days.
Once my ass sleeve dangled outside my ass, he tied me up in the downward dog position and rammed his cock into my ass pipe which dangled between my legs like a cock. From a distance folks might have mistaken me for a tranny. While he pumped my ass sleeve, he punched me in the back, and the rib cage. He even reached around to the sides to pummel my huge fun bags.
He grabbed an appliance cord and began strangling me. He giggled and informed me that I now had a good strangulation phone sex story to tell my friends. Although it appeared like he would choke me out, I know he would never kill his cash cow. As he punched every inch of my porcelain white body, I could feel the bruises emerging. He even punched my prolapsed asshole like he was Mike Tyson. And that pulled it out even more.
After what felt like an eternity, he turned his focus back to my face. He pissed down my throat while choking me some more. I knew I needed to guzzle it like fine champagne. As he called me a dumb stupid whore, he tossed me across the room with ease. But anyone could, I guess. I am nothing but skin and bones. Most of my body weight comes from my fun bags. And they felt like they deflated when my body hit the floor. The chimes poured in when he pushed my head through a wall.
While I hung in the wall like a gallery painting, he slammed his cock inside my piss hole like he would my cunt. He calls me his 4-hole mommy super whore. He considers my urethra my tightest hole like most men. I possess a high mileage cunt and ass, making that pee hole the tightest hole on my old whore body.
However, while I hung in the wall, my son surprised me with a 50-man gang bang. Some of his viewers bid big bucks to assault this mommy whore. They filled my bladder up with cum. Although those men did fuck my ass and my cunt, they focused on my pee hole first. I am still pissing out jizz.
When my boy pulled me from the wall, my make up appeared smeared all over my face. And my bruises and welts showed in all their glory. For my finale bow of the live stream, my boy smashed my head repeatedly into the hardwood floor. But I think my skull might be thicker than that floor, because I left a dent in the floor.
While he held my head down on the floor, he gave my prolapsed shitter one more go around. However, he did this with a plastic bag over my head. I could barley breathe as he fucked my dangling shit hole. Now, I am still covered in bruises a week later. And no amount of make-up will cover them up completely. But I do not mind my beauty marks because when they heal, I know he will beat me beautiful all over again.
No woman wants to make a gangbang rape porn. But sometimes a man forces her to make one for money or coke. Feeling strung out and sore from stepson’s prior abuse of my fuck holes, I went looking for more coke to dull the pain. And although I got the coke, I got a lot more pain too. It might surprise you how well this soccer mom navigates the snuff world. One of these days, I might see too much and get myself murdered.
And the other night, I thought my 9 lives might be up. This one drug dealer I know, also traffics girls. But I am not supposed to know that. Although I am fucked up most of the time around seedy snuff porn makers, I can handle my coke better than anyone knows. I went to pee before the gang bang and saw a room of mostly naked young girls in shackles. They looked strung out too. I quickly closed the door before anyone else saw me.
The image of those young girls stayed in my mind while about 50 men with backed up balls sodomized me. Any time I do a gang bang, my ass seems to get more dick than my pussy. For most men, my asshole remains my tightest hole. And I get it. Men fist my cunt. Plus, I did give birth naturally a couple times. My pussy would not feel tight to a cock unless the cock appeared massive.
And these cocks did feel massive. But they still wanted my asshole. So, this gang bang turned into ass rape porn. I acted more strung out than I was so if anyone worried about what I saw in that abandoned warehouse, they might assume I got too fucked up to remember. As men shoved their tree trunk cocks up my asshole, they pulled my hair, choked me and slapped my ass too. But I have endured worse than 50 men giving me a hardcore ass fucking.
Although my asshole prolapsed, and my body ached, I crawled out of that warehouse with my coke and my life. And that’s more than I can say about those young girls in shackles. When I got home, I snorted coke for hours to dull that memory and ease the pain of my ass.
I think my life sometimes is all about being my son’s ass rape porn star. My oldest boy summons me often to his place for a live streaming session. He lures me with coke. Gets me fucked up so he can stream himself abusing my fuck holes for his subscribers. Coke distracts me and numbs the pain. So, I never quite feel the brunt of what he does to me until the next morning. And believe me, I felt this last visit. I still feel it.
He made me spread my bird legs so he could see my large meat curtains hanging down and my prolapsed asshole too. When he grabbed my cunt lips, I knew I was in trouble. So, I buried my face in the bowl of coke and let him treat my pussy lips like silly putty he could pull and contort. But I know my boy loves his coked-up mama. Why else would he give me coke?
He made me beg for him to destroy my used up holes even more. So, he fucked my shit box first. Fisted it. According to him, I will never feel his cock in my stretched out asshole, so he gives me his fist instead. No lube. He never uses lube. He treats me like his torture sex doll. And I take it because I love my boy, and I love his coke.
As his arm rammed in and out of my prolapsed asshole, my body moved with him. Perhaps, he turned me into a sock puppet for a bit. He treated my asshole like a deep cavern for his exploration. Elbow deep inside his mama. In fact, he could push my stomach out with his fist because he buried his arm that deep in my shit box. As he did that, I heard the chimes of viewers tipping. He pulled my prolapsed asshole in and out with every thrust too.
Thankfully, he stopped fisting my ass to give my fun bags some attention. My asshole turned into his fleshlight. And my tits into his punching bags. He enjoys busting my implants. My tits have many scars from surgeries to fix my deflated implants. But he got tired of punching my tits and went back to my asshole sadly. It is my second tightest hole. This time he did use lube. Or so I thought. I heard him open a tube of something. So, I assumed he decided to use lube this time. Nope. He used Icy Hot on his arm to fist my ass some more.
While he turned my ass into his fuck puppet again, he had me in the downward dog position. And that’s just face down and ass up for easy access. As he destroyed my asshole with his arm, he used his free arm to punch the side of my face. That sent my dentures flying across the room. He choked me and punched me while fisting my ass. The kind of multi-tasking his fans like because the tips poured in.
When he left my ass for the second time, I hoped it would all be over soon. But silly me. He had a lot more in him. As he skull fucked me he would rotate between punching my throat and choking me. Punched my eyes too. But he avoids my nose. He knows I need that to snort my cocaine. Told you he loves me.
I think I passed out a few times from his chokeholds. He would slap me awake, just to choke me some more. Next time he punched my face awake. And when he choked me again, I felt my eyes bulge out. I for real thought I might die, and his little live stream would turn into a snuff porn.
My son owns me. And he knows it. He controls me with copious amounts of good cocaine. He started slamming my head into the floor as he skull fucked me. At one point, he had me flattened on the floor. And when he saw me sprawled out, he decided to pull my tits around to my back and tie my hands with zipties to my tits. Ouch. But his viewers loved it. I heard many chimes.
He then pulled my legs behind my head to fuck my tightest hole. And that is not my cunt or my ass. It is my pee hole. He squirted Icy Hot on my pussy, so it would seep into my pee hole as he abused it. However, before he fucked my pee hole, he pissed inside it. The Icy Hot washed inside me with his urine and that took my pain to new heights. Tears welled up in my eyes as he pulled my meat curtains wide, and he shoved his cock deep inside my urethra.
All I have now are broken holes. He has destroyed them all. When he pulled out of my piss hole, he spit in my face and choked me some more. He had me contorted like a pretzel. And no amount of coke could dull that pain. He punched my thighs, my chest, my stomach and my face as the tips rolled in.
In honor of the Olympics, he decided to create a new sport. The whore toss. He spun my body around on the floor like I was a spinning top. His fingers were in my ass and cunt like I was a human bowling ball. As my body picked up momentum from spinning, he scooped me up and tossed me across the room.
Stars. I saw many stars as my body crashed into a wall hard. By the time he finished using me as fuck meat, I looked like the poster girl for a battered women’s shelter. My boy likes to beat his mommy beautiful. A few more throat punches, and eye smacks and he finished with me. As he looked at me bloodied, bruised and swollen, he pissed on me one more time before sending me home with a bowl of coke. My boy loves me.
Snuff phone sex fantasies often cum true for a druggy soccer mom from the suburbs. This coked up mom gets herself in so much trouble. But I am like a cat. I have 9 lives. Well, maybe 8 after what happened on the weekend. I went to see a different drug dealer. I never went to this guy before, but I know another druggy soccer mom who uses him regularly. She vouched for him. Turns out she set me up for a fix. And I cannot blame her. I have done the same thing and worse just to get high.
Although this man turned out to sell coke too, his primary source of income comes from his underground snuff movies. He likes to torture soccer moms. Maybe he has his own mommy issues to work out. Or perhaps the demand seems high for soccer mom snuff flicks. This guy turned out to be very sadistic. Maybe even more sadistic than my stepson.
First, he had me on my knees with my hands tied behind my back. He skull fucked me until I puked. And like a dog who just pissed the rug, he pushed my face in it and forced me to clean up my mess. With puke breath, he used a cattle prod to shock my tits. And the pain of the electric currents going through my body made me lose control of my bladder. And just like he did with my puke, he forced me to lick up my own urine. Gross. But I had no choice really.
I am smart enough to understand you do not say no to a man holding a taser. Eventually he strung me upside down so my body hung from the rafters. He continued to shock my body, but he paid the most attention to my cunt and asshole. At one point he fucked my ass with the cattle prod on its highest voltage causing me to thrash about and piss uncontrollably.
The torture sex went on for hours before he let me go and gave me coke. And I do not know if I should slap my fellow soccer mom or hug her for the referral. His coke is good enough to make me forget the torture.
Rape phone sex fantasies seem common in men. And I love playing the red headed slut mom for such fantasies. Recently, a guy I met in a bar said if I allowed him to explore his violent rape fantasies for his mother, he would pay me with a large amount of coke. So, of course I said yes not knowing what would happen. And I always get myself into dangerous situations because of my drug addiction.
However, I have done worse things than letting a man force fuck mommy. Sometimes these sorts of fantasies provide a therapeutic release for men who experienced a troubled relationship with their mother. Eddie’s mom seemed worthy of force fucking. She seduced his friends. Her parties got wild with orgies and stuff while Eddie slept nearby. But he spied on the orgies often and resented the fact that he could never join the fun.
His mom acted like an ass rape porn star to everyone else but him. And now he needed to release some of that pent up anger. So, I agreed to be his surrogate mommy. And I paid dearly for the decision. His anger for mommy seemed strong. The minute we walked into his house, he started. Ripped my clothes off. Slapped my face. Called me names. And pinned me down on the ground so he could force fuck my holes.
My asshole took a beating. As he held me down by my throat, he sodomized my ass raw. He wanted to hurt mommy. And this mommy felt his rage and his anger towards his mother, with every thrust and punch. Although he fucked me hard, he punched me harder. I became his punching bag and his fuck doll. Nothing more than a cock sleeve to use. But I have been through worse with my stepson and other drug dealers.
When he squeezed my throat hard, I felt faint. Apparently, he cut off my oxygen long enough for me to pass out. However, he dick slapped me back awake just to repeat it again. Strangulation phone sex turned out to be his thing. By the time he nutted, I could barely move or talk. I was his punching bag and fuck doll for coke. Good thing he never punched my nose. I needed my sniffer to recover.
My usual dealer did not have enough product for me. So, he referred me to another black dude he knows to get the kind of quantity of coke I need for a week. In exchange for the free coke, I agreed to participate in a gangbang rape porn. And boy was that a mistake. A gang of big, burly black men entered the room at the ring of a bell. They swarmed me like hungry wolves ready to pounce on their prey. And before I knew it, those black men tore my clothes off and started force fucking me.
I am talking massive cocks. Too big for the average woman, even a seasoned whore like me. I could not speak. Those black men crammed their cocks into my mouth, ass and pussy all at once. And it hurt. Even high as fuck, I felt every thrust and every slap. They did not just fuck me. They also choked me, punched me, and forced me to suck the shit of their dicks after using me as their ass rape porn star for the day.
Perhaps, I could never be high enough to dull that pain. At one point two huge and thick BBCs worked their way into a hole at once. I thought I might drown in their cum. Big black balls against my face, limited my ability to breath through my nose. And with two big black dicks in my mouth, no way could I mouth breathe either. No matter how hard I tried to think of something else to get me through, pain was the only thing on my mind.
I felt my asshole ripping, tearing and bleeding down my legs. Perhaps I could handle one monster BBC in my ass, but not two. Not that big at least. It felt violent the way they fucked me. Maybe they wanted to ruin my holes. Once they finished with me, I got my coke and crawled out of there with a prolapsed asshole, and gaped holes. Every taboo phone sex slut would have felt that pain.
Some folks think of me as a snuff porn star. Yet others see me as too old for snuff flicks anymore. Everyone wants to rough up cute young things. Not an old mommy whore with loose fuck holes. That’s what this one director told me last week when I auditioned for him. The seedy dangerous underworld of snuff pays better than vanilla porn. So, that’s why I travel in these circles. But I needed money to get coke. And no one wants to trade my old fuck holes anymore.
However, I am resilient. I don’t give up just because one guy passed on me. But I did need to go deeper into the risky world of snuff movies to find a guy willing to hire me. We agreed on a price. And of course he wanted a rough anal scene. Everyone wants to use my asshole in the dark films I make. My ass gets used so much, my prolapse comes out easily. Just one push, and I have a natural cock sleave for men.
I asked about my costar, and I figured it would be him or some other big, strong man. Nope. He wanted a furry beast to sodomize me. Not that I have not had red rockets in my fuck holes before, because I have. But I never enjoy it. Just something that happens when I get fucked up. But sometimes, most times, a druggy whore needs to do things she does not like to keep the party going.
I just tried to think of something else as this furry drooling beast mounted me. I could feel that slimy rocket locked into my asshole like a hook. It drooled down my back and shoulders. I felt humiliated being this beast’s ass rape porn star. Seemed like his red rocket was hooked inside of me for hours. But it ended finely with a slimy nut. I took my money and left with an ass full of a beast’s cum.
He told me I was born to be a snuff porn star. And I believed him. But in my defense, he got me fucked up on some strong coke. He picked me up at a bar where he found me on a pool table, drunk, high and letting men use me. Just a typical night for a cheating druggy whore. When Max came into the bar, I think he was looking for easy prey. And he found me already doused in cum.
He took me home. But not to my home. I would not call Max a gentleman. He took me to some warehouse in the middle of nowhere. Perfect location to make snuff movies he told me because no one can hear the screams. I felt too fucked up to really process what he said to me at the time.
Since I am no stranger to men using me, I thought that was all Max planned for me. But besides a gang bang these men wanted to torture me too. As about 50 men stood around me, I watched Max collect money. He pimped me out. Profited off them fucking me. And torturing me too.
Some of the men just fucked me like a whore and left. However, others showed their misogynistic side. Some men choked me and slapped me while fucking me. Yet others burned my flesh with their cigarettes. A few of the men used me as their private toilets too. They forced me to guzzle their urine as well as their cum. One guy had what felt like a gallon of piss. He held my noise until I swallowed it all.
Max used me as his gangbang rape porn star. Although I have no idea how much money he made, he seemed very pleased with the outcome. He gave me some coke and left me in the dark, damp warehouse to find my own way home. At least I survived the night.
Do you have kidnapping phone sex fantasies? You can admit that with me. As a submissive whore, I cater to all fantasies. But I like the darkest ones the most. Maybe because I like to party. And when I party, I become a nasty freak. Just ask Frank. We did a hot role play where I pretended to be a young mother with two small daughters stranded on the side of the road.
Frank stopped to help us, but he seemed sketchy to me, so I declined his offer to help. And told him a lie about my husband coming to rescue us. Frank sensed that I was lying, and he circled back and forced my girls and I into the back of his truck. He held a gun to us, so we had no choice. Scared, we got into his cab with him. While I pleaded with him not to hurt us, he tied us up and gagged our mouths. My daughters looked so scared. I tried to reason with him, but he seemed very pissed off. Even told me this could have been avoided if I had not lied to him.
I feared he harbored rape phone sex fantasies for us, or worse. And I felt like we had been bound and gagged forever when we finally stopped. But we did not leave the back of his cab. He played some sick games with me. First, with a gun to the back of my head, he made me eat and finger my daughters’ pussies. I felt sick to my stomach.
But my only other option involved a bullet to the head. So, I did it. He started jacking his cock. My daughters cried while I did as he instructed. But I was not sure what the end game was here. And I did not want to know. Even though I tried to think of ways out of this mess, I did not think we could escape.
Eventually, he tied me back up and made me watch him fuck my little angels. He destroyed their tiny little bodies. We all cried too. But Frank forced me to keep my eyes open. My daughters’ tiny little cunts looked destroyed. Their tiny bodies took a beating that if they survived the night, might ruin them for life. I pleaded with him to leave them alone, and he turned his focus on me. As he force fucked me, I looked at my scared and hurt little girls feeling so helpless.
Frank dumped us on the side of the road, battered and bloody with no clue where we were. To say this was sadistic phone sex, is an understatement, but I am a subby whore up for any role play.
Rough anal I can handle. However, when anal sex turns into torture phone sex, I need even more coke to survive. Just ask my oldest son. He loves to brutalize mommy’s holes. But he always gives me my skinny powder for my troubles. My boy enjoys seeing me rail thin. Makes my boobs look even bigger. When he arrived, I had stockings on, a bra and 8-inch heels. But I struggled to walk.
At least I remembered to take my teeth out before he arrived. He will punch them out of me if I forget. My boy appeared to be in a mood. But I guess he always is in a mood. He wanted to beat mommy senseless. Turn me into a fucktard as he says. No, I Love You or how have you been either. He just palmed the back of my head like it was a basketball and pushed my face deep into the bowl of coke. And when I came up for air, he forced me to push out my ass pipe. It prolapses so easily now.
My prolapsed ass serves as his ass sleeve. I am his ass rape porn star. The camera feed showed thousands of people watching as he zip tied my boobs and fucked my ass sleeve. When he pulled me around the room by my prolapsed asshole, I heard the chimes intensify. The more chimes, the more money. My head bumped into furniture, but he did not care. His viewing audience loves to watch my son destroy his mother.
He dragged me into the bathroom and shoved my face in the nasty toilet water. Suddenly, I became his piss mom. He not only tried to drown me in the toilet, but he also tried to drown me with his piss. As I choked and gagged, he fucked my ass sleeve. While fucking me, he simultaneously punched me in the back of the head. He likes to brutalize me. And his fans love it too.
Once he started pissing in my mouth again, he punched me in the eye. He avoids my sniffer so I can still get high. He loves me. While skull fucking me, he acted like he wanted to masturbate me. And he did. But he masturbated me using Ben Gay as lube. And that made me scream. Luckily, a bowl of coke appeared nearby. After I snorted as much coke as I could, he tossed me across the room.
I started seeing stars and I developed a ringing in my ears. I saw my boy come towards me again. But this time he had the baseball bat in his hands. I tried to crawl away, but I had no place to go. He took that baseball bat to my zip tied tits and asshole. Suddenly, I felt like a pinata. A few more whacks, and I might have burst.
He punched the side of my head as he started to throat fuck me again. As I was down on the ground, he stepped on my head to whack my tits and ass with the baseball bat again. Suddenly I went from feeling like a pinata, to feeling like a golf ball.
But the chimes poured in. He put more Ben Gay on my clit as he pinched and twisted it. When he fucked my pee hole, my tightest hole, I began to cry. I cannot dull that kind of pain with a mountain of coke.
Suddenly, he stopped fucking my urethra. Small favors, I guess. He asked me if I felt up for a gangbang rape porn, then giggled as he pushed my head and body through a wall. He ran with me like I was a battering ram. While I dangled in the wall, he invited about ten viewers to come abuse my shit pipe more. They ran a train on me while suspended in the wall. Some men came around to the other side so they could skull fuck this toothless old whore too. Some men shoved their cock and balls in my mouth at once, making it difficult for me to breathe.
Eventually, they all came until they could cum no more. And my son came last all over his mother’s battered asshole. But I got some primo coke and got to spend quality time with my boy. So, it all equaled a good time.
