Do you have snuff porn fantasies? I have been told that I bring out the sadistic desires in men. I had no clue so many men hated a woman with red hair. But I get told regularly how badly someone wants to hurt a ginger girl as in hurt her deadly. I was doing a threesome last week with this dealer guy I know and one of his friends. I was just trying to score some free blow and weed. My dealer was buried balls deep in my ass while his friend was skull fucking me. It was nothing more than rough sex until his friend started strangling me. As he was choking me, he kept saying, “Die you red headed slut.” I thought it was some sort of role play fantasy for him, but he was really hurting me. Hurting me badly too. I could taste blood in my mouth. My vision got blurry and I became light headed. I tried to speak but cock was down my throat and my lungs were filling up with blood. My dealer just kept pounding my ass even though I became lifeless. I was jolted awake by a very hard slap. Everything was blurry, like a film was over my eyes. My dealer’s sick friend had evil in his eyes. I am no stranger to that look. I tried to crawl away but something hit the back of my head. I woke up face down in a pool of my own blood. I was confused and disoriented. I looked up and my dealer and his pal had a camera rolling. They were filming me as I laid there bleeding. They were jacking off watching me bleed and cry. My dealer mentioned me owing him money. I thought the fucking was paying for my drugs; he thought otherwise. Another blow to the face, more blood, some broken teeth and a statement from my dealer that snuff movies bring in good money.
Babysitter phone sex is a much different experience with me on this site. I have two sides, like most women. When I am not fucked up, I am just a horny dirty mommy. I am even nurturing and submissive to my boys, wanting to take care of their every need, especially their hard throbbing boy dicks. When I am high, however, I am a different woman. Desperate, mean, nasty as fuck , and even a bit crazy. I’m still submissive, to men at least. Girls, however, should run for their lives when I am fucked up. I got asked to babysit my niece. My husband’s sister rarely asks me because she knows I am unstable at times. I was desperate for some coke money, so I agreed to watch the teen whore. I dislike that cock teasing princess sober too. They can’t trust her because when alone, she is putting nude selfies on Instagram and Snapchat. I needed money and I knew a little teen whore could make me some. I strapped her to her bed, got out the sex toys and decided to do a live sex show with a little Lolita. When I say sex show, I really mean torture sex show. I put electrodes on her clit and nipples and hooked up two sex machines so her ass and pussy both got assaulted. I forced a bottle of Jack Daniels down her throat to loosen her up and slapped a ball gag in her mouth so the neighbors wouldn’t be alarmed. I racked in several thousand dollars in a few hours. Turns out men love to see a hot teen slut convulsing and squirting and getting her holes shredded. Her fuck holes were gaping open so wide afterwards I could fist her. In fact, I did that too for a $500 bonus. I gave her some of my Xanax, cleaned her up and put her to bed. She was so drunk and high; pretty sure she would not remember why her fuck holes hurt the next day. My sister in law never found out and in fact wants the girl to stay with us all weekend. I’m gonna make bank of this little bitch. She is my new cash cow.
I am a taboo phone sex whore. That means I am submissive with no limits. Since I am a druggy slut too, I will do anything for drugs or for money to buy them. My dealer cuts me off frequently until I can cough up some cash. He says my pussy is too loose to satisfy him, so no more drugs for pussy; at least not a well used pussy. That is a whore problem. I do my Kegel exercises, but I am a fisting and gangbang whore. I am surprised my uterus has not fallen out yet. My husband cut me off, so I got creative. I am resourceful that’s for sure. There are always “model” jobs in the Back Pages. I answered one for lesbian porn. That sounded like cake walk compared to what I have done in the past. I should have known better. My luck never goes that way. It was lesbian torture porn. Two dominant women abused the fuck out of me and another “worthless cunt.” I just took the money and endured the pain. Women are actually crueler than men when it comes to torture. It began with me and this other desperate chick being tied up back to back of each other. The bitches in charge made us eat their assholes as they farted in our faces. They were enjoying our humiliation. I could taste shit. I don’t consider myself a shit eater, but that night I was one. She actually took a dump in my mouth and forced me to swallow it. While I was gagging to swallow her shit pie, her friend took a cattle prod to my asshole. I shit myself. Of course I had to clean up my mess like a good puppy. Our holes got violated with taser guns. No porn was being made either. We weren’t models. We were torture slaves for the enjoyment of a couple bitches in charge. I got my money to score some blow, but I won’t be shitting right for days.
Strangulation phone sex anyone? Sometimes it is the best way to shut a stupid whore up. I was drugged up Saturday night. My usual party ways. I ran out of coke, so I called my step son. He always has some extra. I was cash poor, but confident we could work out a trade. When he arrived, he had several friends with him. The moment I started to speak, his hands throttled my throat. He squeezed hard. In fact, he lifted me up in the air with his one hand and tossed me against the wall with super human strength. He was on PCP again. That shit I won’t mess with. He scares the shit out of me when he is on that stuff too. He beat me once, while jacked up on that stuff, within an inch of my life. I was in the hospital for a week. I was already regretting my call to him. As I laid curled up in a ball on the floor, his pals swarmed me like a pack of hungry wolves. They beat me with their cocks while kicking and punching me too. “Beg for your coke, whore,” my stepson screamed at me. When I started to plead for mercy, several hands went around my throat, cutting off my breathing. I could feel my windpipe crushing and blood started to well up in my lungs. I passed out only to be brutally awoke with fists up my ass and cocks rammed down my throat. This was too much for some coke. I told them to forget it, pleaded that they just leave, but that just made things worse. They throat squeezed me until vessels popped on my temple and my eyes turned blood red. Sprawled out on the floor, barely conscious, they came on me. Not before my step son kicked me in the face and tossed me a little bump. “Enjoy your coke you dirty whore,” was the last thing I heard before I passed out.
Torture sex is hot on the phone. The reality is very different, however. I do a lot of torture type phone sex calls. Men just love to abuse a druggy MILF. I think it is unresolved mommy issues. Apparently they like to do damage to women in real life too. I met this guy at a high end, supposedly classy bondage club. But, he was anything but classy. He was not into old fashioned bondage like the club portrayed it’s members. When I met him, I asked for another room immediately. Even his touch gave me chills and a pit in my belly. I knew he was dangerous. That didn’t sit well with him. He was asked to leave the club for creeping out the women. He stalked me after I left the club. Somehow he broke into my place and turned my home into a torture palace. He used my own S and M equipment against me. As I was tied up in the basement crying, he tormented me with a knife. He cut my nipples. He sliced my flesh around my breasts. The more I screamed, the more he cut. I tried to not cry and grimace, but he was rough. “You got a bad vibe from me at club, did you whore,” he seethed. “Well you ain’t seen nothing yet, whore,” he insisted as he sliced my left nipple off. I let out a deafening scream that alerted the neighbors I guess. Before long I heard the sirens. He looked at me as he inserted his blade inside my pussy and said, “Give the police anything about me bitch, and I will be back to ruin you permanently.” Is it wrong that I want to see him again? I have a love hate relationship with sadistic men.
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.
