Not often do I get to be the accomplice phone sex partner, but I love it when I do. Gives me a taste of what it feels like to be the abuser instead of the abused. And I think any submissive whore would enjoy that. Over the weekend, Lyle wanted to explore a family rape fantasy. He just needed a mommy accomplice. I gladly accepted the mommy accomplice role.
Lyle and I pretended to be married with a young daughter. And one day I just decided that my husband should start fucking our girl, so she understands why that slit between her legs existed. Growing up in an incest family, I do think a girl should lose her virginity to daddy or her brother. I lost mine to my older brother while my mother watched and masturbated. She fucked my big brother from my earliest memories.
And Lyle needed to fuck our daughter now. Although he seemed initially hesitant at first because of her young age and the size of his cock, I expressed that all daughters should explore daddy rape phone sex fantasies with their own fathers. So, I dressed our baby girl up in something sexy for her first night with daddy. They both seemed nervous, but I helped them both. Licking my daughter’s young cunt made it wet for daddy’s cock. And of course, stroking my husband’s dick made his dick hard for her little virgin cunt.
Even though I knew it hurt her little cunt to take her daddy’s fat cock, I told her not to cry. Daddy needed to focus on popping that young cherry. And he did. A little river of crimson blood dripped down her thighs. She struggled to hold back the tears, but I told her she needed to be a good girl for daddy. Afterwards, I licked daddy’s cock clean tasting that sweet cherry juice for myself. Yummy.
Even though I only have sons, this hot taboo phone sex fantasy made me wish I had a daughter of my own to molest. Perhaps, I can help you explore your rape phone sex fantasies for your daughter too.
This mommy loves violent roleplay phone sex. And I think I am good at it because I am a dark woman. Not at all your typical soccer mom. I do not bake cookies. But I do suck boy cocks and snort lines of coke. For once, I did not get in trouble scoring drugs. However, I got in trouble at home when my oldest teen son introduced me to a new school friend, Joshua. The boy undressed me with his eyes, and I let him.
This boy looked like trouble for this red headed whore. When I went to my bedroom, he followed me. Although, I did attempt to pretend to be the normal mom and send that boy right out of my bedroom, he did not listen. He grabbed me by my shoulders and tossed me on the bed. Before he pounced on me, however, he locked my bedroom door. He violently ripped my dress off. And I felt scared and aroused at the same time.
He told me that my sons told him that I love ass rape porn. So, he wanted to make it real for me. I thought I would fare well since the boy lacked any clue about me and anal sex. My ass sees more cock than my cunt. And that’s because being a mother gave me a loose cunt. But this boy’s cock might be the thickest boy cock I ever saw. And I thought it might fill my ruined pussy. Saying it resembles a beer can would be an underestimate. His cock looked like a tree trunk.
Without lube or warning, he shoved his thick teen cock up my asshole. He made me scream into a pillow because he did not want my sons hearing me. I guess he did not know about me and my boys. My teeth clenched the pillow so hard that I thought I might tear it. But the only thing that got torn was my asshole. It gaped and bled from the sheer girth and force of his cock.
I guess he had rape phone sex fantasies for mommy, and I was an easy surrogate.
Bondage phone sex takes a different spin with me. Men never just tie me up in the basic poses. In fact, if a man wants to tie me up in exchange for coke, I always know it will be more than just bondage. No man in the seedy world of snuff makers and drug dealers just ties up a woman. They violate her horribly while tied up in my world. But a whore’s gotta do what a whore’s gotta do to score coke.
I felt desperate for coke, and this guy on the dark net posted an ad for extreme bondage. Perhaps, I should have used some common sense, but I always get blinded by my need for cocaine. When I arrived at the address he gave me, I had that nagging feeling that I should run for the hills. But that did not happen. My tunnel vision for coke blocked my intuition. This did not look like a place where bondage occurred. However, it did appear to be a place where snuff movies get made. And where girls go to die.
I just hoped my 9 lives had not run out yet. At first, I thought this might not be so bad after all. The man who placed the ad tied me to this table. I figured maybe he would cum on me or fuck a hole. Maybe even just gaze at me. But he got out a bunch of candles and started pouring hot wax on me. So much wax that I thought he might burn my flesh off. I guess I complained too much, and he shoved a lit thick candle in my mouth to mute me. As wax dripped on my face, I fought the tears.
It felt like torture sex not bondage. But after the wax play ended, he moved me to some swing contraption which he claimed assisted bondage. He contorted my body backwards to skull fuck me. My body felt wrecked afterwards. Although I did make it out of this dungeon alive, now my back hurts and I have small burn spots from the piping hot wax all over my body. Good thing I have coke now. I am going to need it for my recovery.
Kidnapping phone sex stories get my pussy wet. I know. Folks ask me all the time what’s wrong with me. Nothing I tell them. I just enjoy dark fantasies. Plus, my life is a far cry from vanilla. Although I can fake it, I am nothing but an old coke whore. And because of that I get myself in some precarious situations.
My husband gave me money to fix my car. But I bought coke instead. I thought I could get some more miles on my car before it died. And I when I got paid, I could fix the car. I needed coke more than a working car. But on my way back from my dealer’s house my car broke down. However, I knew I could not call my husband to pick me up. Then he would know I put the money up my nose instead of fixing the car.
So, I called AAA to tow me. I got into a car with a man who I thought AAA sent to take me someplace safe. A dark rarely traveled road in the middle of the night no one thought would be safe for me. Even though I do hardcore ass rape porn often, I still did not want to be alone there. But I got into a car with a stranger, not a AAA driver. And I got myself violated and left along side of the road.
As soon as I got in the car, he shot something in my thigh. And the next moment, I woke up naked, battered and full of cum in my cunt and ass along the side of the road. Even as high as I get, I always remember what I did. So, what ever he gave me must have been very strong. My cunt looked bloody. Not sure what he fucked me with. But I doubt just a cock could destroy my cunt like that. Not even a big black cock.
My ass felt equally destroyed. Luckily, my broke down car was not far away. I crawled back to it and waited for AAA. Perhaps I could use the rape phone sex fantasies of the guy who picked me up as an excuse of why I did not fix the car. Someone kidnapped me and sexually assaulted me on the way to the car shop and robbed me too. And left me unconscious on the side of a rarely traveled road. My husband can be so gullible sometimes.
To score a copious amount of cocaine for the holiday weekend, I need to help make a teen rape porn. I know what you might be thinking. And you are correct. I am way too old to pass as a teen girl anymore. But I did not star in the film. I merely assisted. Unlike most movies in this genre, this one had a constant theme throughout the film. It did not just contain violent acts against women. This movie had a bad schoolgirl theme.
And I played the schoolmarm who needed to punish the naughty schoolgirl. Although I felt relief that I would not suffer the brunt of the torture, I felt badly for the girl. She looked trafficked. All strung out with needle marks between her toes. Sex traffickers hide the track marks because men who pay the big bucks for jailbait pussy, never want them to look like trashy whores. They want clean, cute, girl-next-door ass rape porn stars.
As a submissive, I never get to be the dominatrix. But it made me happy to not be on the other end. As the schoolmarm, I brought my naughty student to the principal’s office. I pulled up her little schoolgirl skirt and spanked her bare bottom first. I whispered in her ear that I was sorry, then I went to town on her porcelain bubble butt. My hands left huge marks on her bare bottom. When my hands got tired and sore, I used the ruler. I needed the coke, so I did as the director instructed. And I left huge, long welts on her bare ass.
Eventually, she went over my lap so I could fist her asshole and her cunt. Periodically, I forced her head in between my legs to eat my pussy and ass. And I almost suffocated her. She seemed on another planet. My guess the smack they pumped her with put her in a trance like state. I told her she got lucky that this was not a snuff porn. But I do not think she understood anything I said. Her ass and her holes will hurt today, but at least she is alive. In her situation I am not sure if that seems like a good thing or a bad thing.
I swear, every time my oldest boy and I get together, one day soon I will end up as his snuff porn star. When he summoned me last night, I felt conflicted. On the one hand he gives me the best coke. And all the coke I can snort too. However, on the other hand my body suffers abuse. And I am still not healed from our last encounter.
When I went to the store, not even the heavy make-up could cover all my bruises. I looked like the poster model for a battered woman’s shelter. And I felt like it too. I even needed a butt plug, so my prolapsed asshole did not hang between my legs like a pig’s tail. So, when my son summoned me, I went. Even though I knew I could not handle much more torture sex. Perhaps, I am a glutton for punishment.
When I arrived, I took out my teeth to prevent a punch to the jaw to forcibly remove them. He began our time together with a hardcore skull fuck. But before we started, he let me snort a massive load of coke. Of course, he filmed it all for his streaming audience. I could already hear the chimes. As I sucked my son’s cock, he punched my ribs. He calls my face a cunt face. Just a hole like my pussy to use. Eventually, he pushed me to the floor and kicked me in the back repeatedly as I tried to crawl to the bowl of coke.
My tits dragged across the dirty floor as I made my way to the coke. As I snorted what I could, my boy sat on my back punching my sides some more. I had my head buried in the coke when he shoved his hand up my ass forcing me to sit up. He turned me into a hand puppet with his entire arm up my cunt. He some how managed to punch my old barren womb with his fist from inside me. I felt like his fuck puppet. As he made me dance on his arm, the chimes poured in.
When he pulled his arm out, I fell to the ground once again. He decided to give me big fat lips with a black-market syringe of collagen. Once I had better cock sucking lips, he force fucked my prolapsed asshole while I buried my face in the coke again. He also paid my pee hole some love. My 4th fuck hole might be his favorite because it is my tightest hole. He dabbed some coke on my urethra to numb it. Then he pushed my legs behind my head and fucked my piss hole. But he also pissed up inside me too filling my bladder with his urine.
While he did that, he punched my fun bags which still had black and blue marks from our last torture phone sex session. He does enjoy beating mommy beautiful. And he choked me too. When he grabbed the plastic bag, I panicked and took a deep breath. Eventually, I passed out and he punched me back awake. As he removed the bag from my head, he simultaneously attached a leash to my prolapsed asshole and pulled me around the floor. As I bumped into furniture, I saw stars. And I felt bones break.
I think I blacked out again. Next thing I knew, he had me hanging from a rope tied to my tits. My tits carried my entire weight. I felt like a side of beef in a butcher’s freezer. But I am meat to my son. His cash cow and fuck meat. He enjoys pretending he is Mike Tyson, and I am the punching bag. More hits to my body. But his bare fists did nothing to me compared to when he slipped on his brass knuckles. As he punched me with the brass knuckles, he cut me down from the rope suspending me by my tits. And I landed with a thud, breaking some ribs. We both heard them crack.
Face down, ass up I pushed my prolapsed asshole out further so he could use it as his personal flesh light. He ended up finally cumming in my prolapsed dirt box. Thank God. I don’t think I could have handled much more. I showed off my battered body and fuck holes to the streaming camera. With my right eye swollen shut, my lips bloodied and puffy and my body broken, I heard the final chimes of the night. Soon, I will never hear the chimes again.
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.
