Mutilation phone sex never bothers me. My asshole takes a beating and keeps on ticking. Everyone knows what my stepson has done to my asshole. But he is not the only one. Perhaps, he started a trend. Some snuff maker caught my live stream with my boy and made me a sweet deal. He needed an old used up whore with a used-up asshole for a movie he wanted to make.
And when I heard what he wanted to pay me, I did not process the details. His money would be the highest payout anyone had ever offered me for a snuff flick. Even a well-respected ass rape porn star does not make that much for a hardcore anal sex video. But I needed the money desperately. Food and gas are not the only things inflation has affected. Coke has skyrocketed too.
So, a couple grand would get me a lot of coke. And I always want and need a lot of coke. I showed up Sunday at the studio ready to make my medicine money. And boy did I earn it too. I guess I missed the part about a large gang bang. The director let me do some lines of coke first and in between takes. Over 100 men fucked my ass. My prolapsed ass got a workout. The director took a page from my son’s online videos with me and put a zip tie around my prolapsed asshole.
And those men sodomized me with my asshole on the outside of my ass. It looked like a big turkey waddle. Some of the men punched it before fucking it. I saw a young girl midway through my gangbang rape porn and I thought I was hallucinating. But she was not my costar. And she was real. The director hired me a cleanup girl for when my prolapsed asshole got too messy to fuck. She sucked on my prolapse like it was a Popsicle.
And I liked it. Never experienced that before. But I will gladly let a young girl suck the cum out of my used up prolapsed asshole anytime. I survived the assignment. And I learned I enjoy a young girl cleaning up my messy asshole.
I make a lot of snuff movies. Maybe not so much make as star in. But I have a reputation among snuff makers as a no limits whore. I don’t complain. And I never beg anyone to stop. I take my beating and I please my director and collect my payment. Although I often wish I was dead, I keep my eye on the prize which is the money I will receive to buy more coke.
I met a new director last week. Although he knew of me and my solid reputation, I did not know him. And I like to think I know most of the sadists in the seedy underworld of snuff porn. So, when I meet one, I do not know, I always worry I might not survive the film. But then I think about the coke, or the director gives me some primo blow and common since goes out the window, LOL.
And that’s what happened with this guy. He coked me up so much that I lost all sense of reason. His shit was good too. The premise of his film involved a kidnapped suburban housewife who gets herself sold in a slave auction to the highest bidder. The director wanted me looking sophisticated, so his makeup woman gussied me up. Now, I figured if he had a makeup girl, he likely was a legitimate snuff director.
However, that was not the case. It appeared to all be a rouse. There was no costar with me. The director bought me and used me. Sodomized my ass with his fists and cock. As well as some things never meant for the lass like a hammer. He called me a dumb bitch. And I suppose that’s true because I got lost in his coke and never questioned how he knew me.
And for my stupidity, I almost died. He beat me. Kicked me and tried to drown me too. But I am a seasoned druggy whore. All I did was act like I was too fucked up to fight him as he tried to drown me. I went limp, but I fooled him. And I grabbed the hammer and whacked him in the nuts.
I ran out of that warehouse as fast as I could and started screaming as I hit the sidewalk. However, I barely escaped with my life. I just know my need for coke will kill me one day. Not the coke itself, but the snuff sex situations I get myself into for the promise of coke will kill me one of these days.
Fantasy phone sex leaves me beaten and sore. At least it does with my son. He loves his dumb whore of a mother though. He came to visit me over the weekend, and I am still recuperating. However, he makes it worth my while when he leaves me with a huge bag of coke. Mommy’s medicine helps her endure the pain.
When he arrived, I greeted him in stripper heels and fishnet thigh highs. Nothing else. And I looked like a stick figure with fun bags. That would be because of my cocaine diet. I remembered to take my teeth out. But my prolapse always hangs out now. Since I am my son’s private ass porn star, it just dangles out my ass like a turkey waddle.
My boy let me do a few bumps before he explored his rape phone sex fantasies. He groped my prolapse which he always does. However, this time, he has his hand covered in Icy Hot. Boy did that burn. But I buried my face in the bowl of coke and suddenly did not feel a thing.
He skull fucked me next. Spit in my face too. Good thing I took my teeth out or he would have punched them out for me. When I needed more coke, he made me crawl to the bowl like a starving animal. But mostly, he pulled me by my prolapsed ass like I was a Roomba. He managed to pull my asshole out and measured it at 8-inches. It served as a leash of sorts for him. My shit pipe belongs to my son. My entire body belongs to him too.
He fucked my prolapse like it was a cock sleeve. I guess in a way it was just that. He benched pressed me with my asshole dangling down like a pull cord. Suddenly, he tossed me across the room. I heard the chimes loudly as I tried to stand up. His fans love watching him brutalize his mommy whore. I bounced off the floor and the walls, but the chimes intensified.
He punched me in the face a few times avoiding my sniffer. See, I told you my boy loves me. Why else would he protect my nose. I need it to sniff my medicine. When he asked his fans at home on a scale of 1 to 10, how hard he should beat me, I knew I was in trouble. So, I begged for another toot and braced myself for impact. Nonstop tipping dings as he beat my body black and blue. He even took a broom and racked it across my tits leaving a big mark.
Pretty certain he bruised my esophagus with the rough skull fucking too. He used zipties on my boobs and a glimpse of myself in the mirror showed signs of bruising and welts forming all over my battered body. When he had me pull my cunt lips wide, I knew he planned on fisting me. Ouch. He took turns fisting my whore cunt and my prolapsed ass. Again, the chimes of tips poured in.
I saw him slip on the brass knuckles after he fisted me. And I braced myself for more pain. He punched my prolapsed asshole like he was Mike Tyson. But we did not end our time together with that. He put a plastic bag over my head which restricted my breathing. While I struggled to breathe, he treated me worse than an ass rape porn star.
He pounded my shitter and my head while wearing brass knuckles. I am just fuck meat. And my boy brutalized my old holes and body for shits and giggles. But he never kills his cash cow. But he does make me wish I was dead sometimes. I am going to need more plastic surgery. He busted one of my tits again.
If you want snuff sex, I give it to you. Just like I give it to anyone who asks. I am on a no limits site, which means anything goes. And I like a variety of calls. Mommy rape fantasies, rough anal, snuff, accomplice calls, home invasion scenarios and extreme humiliation too. Most women in this industry have limits. But if I have them, I have not discovered them yet. But every day, I push the envelope and find something I have not done yet.
Trevor called me for an extreme humiliation call. He hates his mother. Many of my callers do. They hate mommy because she was mean and cold towards them. Or because she cock teased them. Sometimes, both. So, when a man tells me he hates his mother, I know I am in trouble. And Trevor really hates his mother.
First up, humiliation. He began with extreme degradation. But then he wanted me to do things like go into my bathroom and lick the toilet seat. I have boys with bad aim, so that turned my stomach. While he had me in the bathroom, he made me pee and drink from the toilet like a thirsty animal. I tried to fake it, but he wanted to hear my hand splashing about in the dirty toilet water. And he wanted to hear me pee.
This man put me through the wringer. After some watersports, he ordered me to spank my ass with my hairbrush. Again, no fake attempts. He has called taboo phone sex lines like mine before and he knows when girls fake it. I wanted to fake it, but I also wanted to please him, so I did everything he told me including lubing my dildo with Ben Gay. My pussy still burns from that. Certain things should never be used on a woman’s private parts. And Ben Gay must rank at the top of the list.
I’ve met men in my personal life that went gentler on me than Trevor. I guess I should be grateful he did not want me to burn myself with a cigarette or fuck my ass with a wine bottle. Hopefully, I did not just give him some pointers for our next call. Not sure I can handle his torture sex.
I am known for my ass rape porn movies. Call me little anal Annie. In fact, I did a whole series of videos under that pseudonym. I dressed up like little orphan Annie, and men fucked my ass. That was back before I got married and started a family. And I had just turned 18 and needed money. Never went to college like my brother did. But I had a healthy addiction to coke before I could even legally vote. And I found that the seedy underground of snuff films paid well. Enough to support my habit.
Now, I am married with a family. And I work too. However the more money I have, the more coke I do. So, I always want money. But my husband keeps me on a short leash financially. He knows about my habit. But he has no clue about all the dirty, disgusting things that I have done to have money for coke. And last night, I answered another snuff porn ad looking for a Ginger cunt for a hardcore anal film. My ass felt up for the challenge.
I got the job, but I did need to fuck the director for the part since he wanted to go in a younger direction. I just had to show him how desperate I was for the part of the anal whore. His movie involved anal fisting. It was a sick girl on girl flick. Many men love to watch a younger woman dominate an old whore like me. Although I am not that old, my ass and cunt show a lot of wear and tear from all the hardcore porn I’ve made.
The director let me do a line of coke before the fisting started. My costar enjoyed abusing my ass too. You could tell she enjoys being a sadist. She left her big rings on her fingers and did not use the lube that the director provided. She turned my rosebud into raw hamburger meat. Prolapsed my ass worse than anyone else. Well, maybe not as bad as my stepson, but my ass took a beating with her fists. At one point, she double pumped her fists in my asshole.
But we made a successful film. And I got paid. Took my sore ass straight to my dealer and paid for a huge bag of coke. The life of a taboo phone sex whore is never boring.
I enjoy suffocation phone sex. However, I need to be careful who I tell my fantasies to in real life. Some men make it their mission to make them cum true for me. Let me tell you about Daniel. We party together sometimes. Although he is not a dealer, he always has blow on hand and never minds sharing with me. But you must work for any and every bump you ask for. When we hooked up last night, to get my first bump, I had to share a dark fantasy. Since I am full of dark fantasies, I was not sure where to begin.
I shared with him the fantasy about a man or a woman face sitting on me so intensely that I lose consciousness. He gave me a bump. And I assumed we were good. Like it never dawned on me that he might try to suffocate me. I mean he is no snuff porn director. He is a middle-aged suburban pharmaceutical rep with a wife and three sons. He has the white picket fence and everything. Snuffing out bitches is not his thing. Or so I thought.
He sat on my face while snorting lines. I could not breathe. All I could smell was his musky hairy ass. And I wanted to puke. Gross. The more I struggled, the more he sank himself into my face. And that made it harder and harder to breathe. I got lightheaded, and I think I passed out at one point. But he revived me. Used smelling salts to jolt me awake. However, he just jolted me awake to smother my face again. His balls blocked my nose. And his ass blocked my mouth.
Not sure why he wanted to do this. He may fuck me hard, but he has never abused me like this. Something got into my mild-mannered pharmaceutical rep. And he used me as his taboo phone sex whore. I passed out over 6 times. Each time revived, but what if he had not revived me? I guess everyone around me is capable of extreme violence. Even snuff.
I am no stranger to torture phone sex. Honestly, I love pain. Perhaps, I am a masochist. Which is something I struggle with sometimes. I possess two sides to me. One is the soccer mom who lives in the suburbs and shuffles young ones around to school and games. I have a loving family including a doting husband. However, the other side of me likes to snort copious amounts of cocaine and explore dark fantasies. And of course, the higher I get, the wilder I become.
Friday night, I was home alone. My husband took the boys to a soccer tournament out of the city. And because of work, I stayed home. I told myself I would do some Spring cleaning and maybe pamper myself too. But I did way too much coke. And I guess I texted this one dealer I use occasionally that I had some home invasion phone sex fantasies I wanted to explore. The problem with me is that I get high and forget who I texted and what I said.
By the time I realized what I had done, it was too late to back out. I was on the couch half passed out when I noticed I was not home alone any longer. About six masked intruders surrounded me. One guy pulled me off the couch and tossed me to the floor. He began yelling at me and degrading me for being a whore mother. While he yelled and berated me, his friends pinned me down and ripped my clothes off.
Suddenly, I realized I asked for this. But I could not back out because these men came here with a purpose. They came here to gang bang the coked-up soccer mom. Part of me wanted it too. They turned me into a gangbang rape porn star. No matter how much I pleaded, they did not stop. And truthfully, I did not want them to stop either. But I am a pain slut who loves to be used, hurt and violated.
They fucked me for hours before they left. And when they left my asshole appeared to be hanging on the outside rather than inside. I had bruises and ligature marks forming on my body. And I smelled like a men’s public urinal. I need to be careful what I ask for.
I do not get many accomplice phone sex calls. However, when I do, I relish them. Feels good to not be the one taking the abuse for once. I mean my ass needs a break sometimes. Last night I got a call from a man I have filmed content with for his underground snuff world. In the past, I lent him my body to use in one of his little snuff flicks and he gave me a month’s supply of coke in return. But this time he promised me the same thing, but he did not want to use my body. He wanted to use the body of a super young girl.
As a mother I thought about it. I do not want to ruin some girl’s life. But the druggy whore on my shoulder said fuck that little twat, you need coke. So, ultimately, I shut off my conscious and helped him with his underground teen rape porn. This young girl looked trafficked. She did not look like the girl next door. She looked like a whore whose been passed around and used by thousands of men. I guess she looked like me but only at a quarter of my age.
I apologized to her as I sat on her face and smothered her with my mommy pussy. While she licked my cunt and ate my ass, my accomplice sodomized her. He put nipple clamps on her with heavy weights too. Gave her cow udders and she’s never been pregnant. At least I hoped not at her young age. In fact, I was not even sure she could get pregnant yet. But I focused on the coke. I was not there to rescue the girl. I was there to get my coke.
He brutalized her ass. Even put a speculum in her butt after he came so the cum would pour out on to my face for cleanup. I tried my best to soothe her battered holes. But he did some damage to already damaged holes. And my tongue would not make that better. With the amount of coke he gave me, I got high and forgot all about that young girl who could have been my daughter
For Mother’s Day, I made an ass rape porn with my son. He brought me premium coke, to ease the pain while he beat me beautiful for our fans. Honestly, I still have not healed from our last encounter. So, now, I am sporting a mix and match look. Old bruises with fresh ones. And my body and face look like a mixture of black, blue, and purple bruises, which only arouses my boy more.
Seems like the older I get, the more abuse I can take. My asshole has so many miles, I need a butt blog or a thong to help keep it on the inside of my ass, not the outside. But of course, as soon as I arrived for my mommy makeover, my son forced me to remove my teeth and my butt plug. My asshole is his cock sleeve. A pretty pink cock sleeve. As soon as my asshole popped out, I heard the chimes. My boy buried my face in his cocaine. Then immediately went into the torture sex. Lots of men at home with mommy issues on Mother’s Day.
Immediately, I became his punching bag. Thank goodness the coke helped dull the pain because he wanted to put bruises on top of bruises. In between punches, he pissed in my mouth and nose, forcing me to drink his urine. When I saw the zip ties, I panicked a bit, and snorted more coke. First, he zip tied my tits. Then he put one around my neck like a choke collar. And I struggled to breathe. When he put the one on my prolapsed butt, I heard the barrage of chimes. His viewing audience knew what would come next.
With my asshole unable to retreat, my boy shoved his fist up his momma’s prolapse. My asshole engulfed his fist and the tips poured in. What happened next is a bit of a blur. Perhaps the coke or the concussion or both muddied my recall of the night. But I know he started punching my face and kicking me in the ribs while he pinned my arms and legs to the floor. He would take turns smacking me with his cock and his hands. Luckily, he let me snort some coke from the huge bowl.
He beat me retarded. In the full nelson pose, with my prolapse out, he rammed my head into the sheetrock wall. I saw stars. My boy used his mom like a battering ram, a toilet and a cock sleeve. I felt dizzy and disoriented after a few thrusts into the sheetrock wall. My boy concussed his mother. And his viewing audience egged him on. At one point I was suspended in the air by the sheetrock. My son rammed me so hard into the wall, I went through it. Blood trickled down my face and I saw stars.
My zip tied boobs hung down over the hole my body put in the wall. While my prolapsed ass hung on the other side. Even though I saw stars and heard chimes, my son did not care. I am his cash cow, his fuck meat, his toilet. But he loves me. Why else keep me coked up so I do not feel the pain. He placed a plastic bag over my head and battered up with the steel bat to treat my prolapsed ass like a pinata.
Two days later, I feel the pain of my boy’s rape phone sex fantasies. My shit pipe dangles on the outside even more than before. I have new bruises on top of old bruises. Perhaps, I have a concussion too. But I got my coke and on Mother’s Day. My boy loves me.
In exchange for my skinny powder, my oldest boy makes me his ass rape porn star. I’ve been his cash cow for years now. And my body has begun to show the wear and tear from our encounters. I live on cocaine. My body appears rail thin except for my big fake tits. My son bought me the tits and because of the abuse, he had to get them redone a few times. I am the only woman I know with an outie asshole too.
My son needed cash, so he wanted to live stream our session. As he turned the camera on, I heard the dings. But I remembered to take my false teeth out this time. He spit on my face, then tea bagged me which almost suffocated me with his big balls. As I struggled to breathe, my face began turning purple. But my son just laughed. Tears streamed down my face turning me into a raccoon as my makeup smeared. Suddenly, he pushed me off him. I sailed across the room. However, I landed near the big bowl of coke.
For what seemed like eternity, he pulled me like a rag doll mop across the floor by my prolapsed asshole. Some macabre torture sex game. I would get close enough to the bowl of coke but before I could sniff any, he pulled me back. His coke seemed always just out of reach for this battered old whore.
As the chimes came in from his viewers, he would punch my prolapsed ass. He even stepped on my head. And he forced me to ask the viewers if I could get some coke. So, I pleaded with his at home viewers to let me snort some powder. With coke I can withstand much more abuse, I explained. And finally, he let me bury my face in the bowl of coke.
The only clothes I wore were some frilly schoolgirl white ankle socks. My body started turning various shades of blue and purple. After I got some coke in me, he started punching my soccer ball boobs. Perhaps, they are the only thing remotely perky on my old body.
When he wrapped the chain around my waist, I knew trouble was around the corner. He slipped on some brass knuckles and punched my fun bags until I thought they might explode. Would not be the first time he busted a boob. We played this sick game where he would lasso me with a metal chain and punch my boobs with the brass knuckles as he pulled me closer to him. Some morbid mommy son dance.
As he beat my ass and my prolapsed asshole, the chimes poured in. He but a suction pump on my outie asshole and swelled it up some more. That turned my prolapsed butthole into the perfect cock sleeve for my boy. He appeared to just be warming up. He tied me to the gangbang rape porn bench, and I knew I was in trouble. However, luckily for me, no other guests arrived to abuse my boy’s favorite fuck toy.
He tied my huge tits together under neath the bench. And my legs and arms, he fastened to the legs. I looked like an upside-down V. But he did push the bowl of coke under my sniffer. I watched in horror as he picked up a steel bat. Batter up he said as he hit my shit pipe and tits like he was Babe Ruth. And in between home runs, he dipped his cock in my mouth to skull fuck me with so much force, I thought my neck might break in that bound position.
Once again, the chimes of tips poured in. But he wanted to fuck his cock sleeve, so he pushed his erect cock into my outie asshole. However, in the middle of fucking my prolapsed asshole, my boy ripped me off the bench, tossed me across the room, and put a plastic bag over my head. But he tore a small hole in the side, which I thought was to let me breath a little.
But he put his dick through the hole and pissed into the bag. He did not want suffocation phone sex. He wanted to drown me in his piss. Once his pissed came above my nose I only had one choice. Swallow his piss or drown. So, I gulped his piss down to breathe again. But the chimes multiplied. Next thing I know, my son’s cock is in my piss hole pumping in and out.
My boy pumped away at my urethra while shoving his fist up my asshole. My bladder and asshole took a beating. And the plastic bag did not let me breath much. He took turns hitting me in the face and punching my tits. And my eyes started to swell shut, and I think I passed out for a minute. And miss the fun? My son would not allow that. So, he punched me awake. Then he turned me into his sock puppet. With his fist all the way in my cunt, I looked like some lifeless skeleton fuck puppet thrashing about on his hand.
Thankfully, I knew it was almost over. As he took turns punching my head, tits and stomach, his dick dripped precum. Suddenly, he bounced me off the floor giving me a likely concussion. I thought he had finished. The sudden movement felt like he was done with me for the time being. But no. He grabbed my throat, pulled me up off the floor and came down my throat with such force, it felt like a shotgun went off.
Another visit from my son left me battered, swollen and bruised. Every session he gets more and more violent. Perhaps, one day he will visit me, and I will not bounce back.
