Violent phone sex fantasies are what I deliver. Guys see me as submissive whore. I’m no equal, so they can do whatever the fuck they want to me. From rape fantasies to snuff and torture, guys love using this strung out old whore. Yesterday, I met a man who could give me some of my white medicine for free. Well, not really free. There was a catch, but there always is a catch. Nothing in life is truly free, at least not for a dumb stupid whore. He had his eye on this sweet little young thing for about a month now. Single man lurking around a school playground draws suspicion, so my regular drug dealer gave him my name as the perfect accomplice. No one knows I am not a soccer mom. I can clean up to look the part when I need too. So on that day, I looked respectable on the outside to help him kidnap his precious little treat. I told her I was a friend of her mommy sent to pick her up. She never questioned it. Stupid mommy just signed her daughter’s death wish by not teaching her about stranger danger. My new best friend was in the back seat and he chloroformed her. She woke up in an abandoned warehouse in the junkie part of town. I thought I did my part by delivering him his little treat, but he made me watch and help. I held her down while he forced his big black cock in her little tiny white holes. She bled instantly. She cried too. Kept screaming for her mommy and daddy. I felt bad, but not bad enough to stop. I needed coke more than she needed to grow old. He force fucked her tiny little holes until she passed out from the pain. As he got off her little lifeless body, he tossed me a knife and said finish her off. He reminded me it was my face she would remember. I did some meth instead of coke then plunged the knife into her belly like I was nailing a bug to the wall. It was much easier than I thought.
Ass rape porn is very popular. Porn nowadays is pretty much rough anal. This makes guys think all women want to be sodomized brutally. No woman really wants her asshole destroyed. Not even me, a druggy whore. I needed a fix badly but my dealer cut me off until I pay him what I owe. So, I went to this nightclub run by a young Hispanic drug dealer. I don’t know much about him or his club, but rumor had it that he had a fetish for redheaded MILFs. Doesn’t hurt to try, right? I was way out of my league. This young man was more akin to Pablo Escobar, than a street dealer. He saw me coming a mile away. He sent his security men to escort me to the bathroom. They stripped my clothes off and force fucked me. They said they had to be sure I was not wearing a wire because women like me don’t belong in this club. I explained I was just trying to score. When Pablo JR. entered the bathroom, his big dick was already out. They denied they sold drugs out of the club. I got passed around like candy to every guy who came into the bathroom. I was afraid if I resisted, I would end up 6 feet under, so I let them use and abuse me like a paid whore. They didn’t just fuck me. They spit on me, even pissed on me. When they were done fucking me, they left me on the floor covered in cum so they could stand over me and piss. As if that was not degrading enough, one of the security goons dragged me by my hair to a filled toilet. Forced my head in a toilet full of shit and piss. I had to do the walk of shame out of the club smelling like a toilet and looking like a dirty whore. No drugs to show for my degradation either. No one even offered me assistance. I guess I was asking for trouble.
Do you like ass rape porn videos? I’m an anal sex whore, but sometimes I’m not a willing participant in my anal torture. This weekend I went camping with my boys. We rented a cabin in the woods. I don’t do tents, but the boys have been begging to go camping so this was it. My husband was set to go with us of course, but he got called to work at the last minute. The first night we were there we met some nice men fishing. They helped my boys hook some fish. I won’t touch a worm. Later that night, those nice boys showed up at the cabin with beer wanting to hang out. I should have known then something was off. But, I didn’t want to be rude so I invited them in. Everything was fine until I excused myself to the bathroom. I returned to find my boys tied up. Our fishing buddies rushed me, grabbed my red hair and dragged me to the bedroom. I heard my boys crying and screaming for me. One of the men tied me to the bed, but not spread eagle. My lower body was pulled over my head like I was a contortionist. It was so painful, but it exposed my ass and cunt perfectly for my assailants. One of the other guys ushered in my sons and made them watch as I got force fucked. They were laughing as they tore my holes up. They mocked my boys for being helpless and unable to help their whore mommy. I was laying there, tied up, contorted, with cum oozing out of my gaping asshole, when I heard one of my attackers say, “look those boys have chubbies.” My own sons were hard watching me get violated. That was the worst injury. The leader of the wolf pack untied my boys so they could fuck me too. My own sons contributed to my attack. The entire weekend I stayed tied up to be used and abused. I wanted to bond with my sons on our getaway. I guess I did. Just not the way I envisioned.
Ever hear of a snuff porn auction? It is where you are sold to the highest bidder for whatever sick depraved thing they want to do to you. I owed my dealer a lot of money. He was no longer content with exchanging blow for my well used cunt and ass. I promised him I had his money, but I didn’t. I was desperate for a fix so I lied. I was sure he would settle on fucking me in exchange because I let him do anything he wants like piss on me, smack me around, rough anal…. He can even share me with his friends. He smacked me hard, put a collar and chain on me, then dragged me into the back of his van. I thought he was going to take me for a gang bang, share me with his friends. Where we ended up was what I thought was a burnt out warehouse awaiting demolition. I needed a fix, so I went with him without a struggle. He led me like a dog down a cement staircase. Honestly, I was a bit scared. I had really pissed him off. He is not the sort of man you want to piss off either. When we reached the basement, bright lights came on. Great, I was going to have to do some dirty ass rape porn to pay off my debt. That would have been ideal in comparison. I saw a row of strung out women on leashes facing a line of scary men. No one would answer my questions, but it became clear that we were being bid on. For what, I was not sure. That was the scary thought. Was this like those Hostel movies? Women are kidnapped and sold to the highest bidder to live out their dark fantasies? I swallowed my own puke at the possibility I was being sold to die. Everything happened so quickly, but I was bought by a foreign man for $5,000. Now I am his, awaiting my fate in a small cage. Will I be a fuck doll? Will I be a torture doll? Or maybe I will be a snuff doll? If you bought me and could do anything you wanted to me, what would it be?
Snuff porn mommy Blair is my name in the underground circuit. I am known for being an addicted mommy desperate for money that I will do all sorts of vile things for my next fix. Last week, I got a call from a director I have done some work with previously. He does extremely gross porn. Vomit, piss, shit, blood play movies. I don’t enjoy those sorts of movies, but the pay is good. Beggars cannot be choosers. He had a friend making a snuff torture film who was looking for a red headed MILF for the lead. He asked if I would be interested. Of course. Money is money. Snuff movies are not real. They just use a lot of gore to make them look real. I showed up to the casting call and was hired based on the recommendation of Lee and my looks alone. Never tested a scene, never even screamed once. Filming started immediately. My costume was a dog collar, a leather bra and panties and a leash. I was locked in a dungeon. It was dark and damp. Smelled awful, like death. I was crawling around when I slipped in something. It felt and smelled like blood. Lee wouldn’t send me to a real snuff filmmaker, would he, I wondered. I tried not to panic, then I felt bodies. Bodies clearly dead, but recently as they were warm still. Female bodies too. Bugs were in the cell. I could feel them crawling on my skin. I was in full panic mode now. This shit was real. I didn’t sign up to be really killed. I started screaming for the director to let me out. I was released. It gave me a false sense of security. When I saw myself in the light, I was mortified. I was covered in blood, bugs and guts. I puked on the floor. I felt a jolt to the back of my head that pushed me into my own vomit. I heard the chainsaw noise, then everything went dark as I heard someone yell, “get ready for another dead dumb whore.”
Do you have rape phone sex fantasies? Most men do, it is just some would never admit it. Then there are guys that are very proud to boast that women are on this earth just to serve them. I met once such man this week. I was meeting a friend for drinks. This arrogant prick tried to pick us up. He saw the wedding rings on our fingers, but wouldn’t stop with the aggressive, crass come-ons. We had security remove him. He apparently followed me home. As I was going into my house, he pushed me in and pinned me on the floor. “We meet again cunt,” he seethed at me. I tried to fight him off, but he was strong and fueled by rage over the fact that I had rejected him. He spit in my face, even punched me to subdue me. I was fighting him more than perhaps I would if my young niece had not been in the house. I was trying not to make much noise because I knew she would come to see what was the commotion. I only left her alone for a little over an hour. My attempts to shield her were futile. She came down, screamed, but my assailant threatened my life if she called the police, so she dropped her cell phone. He made her watch as he used me like an ass rape porn star. He sodomized me, fisted my cunt and called me vile names as my young niece was forced to watch. She was crying, feeling helpless as he violated and degraded me. He kept looking at my niece and grunting, “You will be next you little whore.” I tried to fight him, when I knew my young virgin niece was next on his conquest list, but the more I resisted him, the more violent he became. When he was done brutalizing my body, he moved to my niece. He ruined her tiny holes. I had to watch, helpless. After a couple hours, he finally left. But he left us tied up, gagged and covered in cum and blood for my husband to discover when he came home from work. What are your force fuck fantasies?
Domination phone sex is all this worthless whore is good for. I can’t be dominant. I am too weak. I can be an accomplice, however. I am especially good at helping men who like the little ones. I can lure little ones away safely as a soccer mom. Those young ones never suspect that I have an evil dominant man pulling my strings. Just last week I was ordered by my oldest son to bring him some fresh meat. He complained that not even my ass was tight anymore. He fucks me so hard and often times invites his friends to violate me too, it is no wonder I don’t have tight fuck holes. Plus I have birthed several babies and that wears a pussy out. I’m a good bitch. Keep me coked up and I do anything. I went to the mall in a boring suburban outfit to look demure. I was on a mission: to find a sweet young blonde thing so that my son could ruin her pussy and ass, maybe even snuff her out. I feel like a sheep leading lamb to slaughter, but it would be me he tortured if I did not do as he asks. So I lured a little lamb to a world she could not even imagine. A dark bleak world where death is a blessing. I picked out the perfect angel for him. When I said I was a friend of her mommy’s picking her up because her mommy was in a car accident, she didn’t ask any questions. By the time we were back to my place the Nyquil I slipped into her soda had kicked in. I carried her into the basement and dropped her at my son’s feet like a cat leaves a dead bird for its owner. I tried to go upstairs so I didn’t have to watch, but he restrained me so I was forced to watch him break her legs, carve her up like meat and force fuck her for hours. He strangled her to death as he came in her little cunt. He untied me, dropped her dead body at my feet and said, “take care of the whore bitch.” I buried her battered and broken body out back like she was a family cat. You see, I am a good bitch.
Snuff porn is very popular for me. Lots of men want me to star in their Dead Production. Many men loathe a read headed slut. I’m stupid. I’m a total addict who does anything for coke. My callers know this. The men in my life know this. I’m abused on and off the phone. I don’t mind though. I know I was born to be a submissive whore. I get a lot of rape fantasies and hardcore snuff, but a few get very nasty with how I die. I have one caller who wants me to be his very young daughter. I am older than he is, but it is fun to pretend to be that young again. Even as young girl I am consumed with bad thoughts. I want my dad to do very bad things to me like starve me until I am nothing but skin and bones. I want to be his toilet slave. And not just his slave either. I want to be a slave to the big barnyard creatures out back. I beg to roll around in their excrement despite flies and maggots. I live on a diet of piss and shit from the 2 and 4 legged members of the house. Eventually, a 4 legged monster’s cock splits me in two and I die slowly and painfully in a heaping pile of shit. But I enjoy my demise because it is fitting for a stupid fucking toilet whore to die in a vat of animal dung. Maybe extreme bathroom play isn’t your thing. I share this hot fantasy so you understand just how much of a no taboo phone sex whore I am. Nothing is too sick or too depraved for me. Unlike some girls in this business, being a coke head submissive slut is not an act, but a way of life.
Taboo phone sex is the only phone sex in my opinion. I fuck my sons, so clearly I am not a vanilla woman. I do coke on a daily basis. I take anything up the ass. I have always been an anal whore as well as a submissive whore, so you never have to ask me if I have limits. Limits are for credit cards not fucking, phone fucking or real fucking. I enjoy getting off with a sick accomplice. Sure, sometimes I end up dead, snuffed out by a caller; but I usually cum really hard right before my lights go out because I am a sick twisted no limits bitch. Last night I did a call that actually made me puke. Not because it was so gross or violent, but because I was guzzling booze like the founder of AA. It was a forced intoxication call. I can party with the best of them. I will snort, smoke or shoot anything, but I am not a seasoned drinker. All I had in the house was Three Olives Coconut Vodka. It was a brand new bottle, but I had to chug it. I don’t believe in faking my partying. Honestly, it was at the end of my shift, he was my last call, I thought I would be okay. I knew I would get buzzed quick. I didn’t think I would projectile vomit all over my couch. When my caller heard me hurling, he made me lick it up. “A good whore cleans up her messes,” he seethed at me. I was high and drunk, so I did it. In hindsight I shouldn’t have done it. I mean how would he have really known, right? When I am fucked up, my submissive nature is undeniable. It is like I can’t say no. I woke up smelling like a frat house on a Saturday morning. Chunks of my own vomit in my red hair, head about ready to explode and late for my morning shift. But when you call a no taboos/no limits phone sex whore, you get what you ask for and more.
Ass rape porn was on his mind when he slapped a collar around my neck and took me for a walk like I was his pet. I am his pet. I crawled around on all fours for him barking like a dog and pissing on the grass. My treat when we got home was his fist up my ass. No lube no warning. Just his big hairy fist shoved up my asshole like I was his puppet. “We are just getting warmed up whore,” he seethed in my ear. I was fighting back the tears as he found various house hold objects not designed for the ass to sodomize me with. A baseball bat, a lamp, a light bulb, a hammer, a wine bottle, a cell phone, a flashlight and a broom handle all became anal torture devices with him. He made a bench especially for our rough anal sessions. According to him, it gives a perfect bird’s eye view of my ass being tortured for the viewers. He gang bangs my ass with objects while men pay to watch. It is his own form of a cam show, only I am not masturbating seductively with a dildo for college boys. I am getting force fucked and ass abused for men who enjoy the pain and torture sex of a woman. The guys on the other side of the camera can bid extra money to tell Master what to put in my ass. One guy bid $100 for him to fuck me with the barrel of a loaded gun. Another man paid $1000 for him to play Russian Roulette with my ass. I quivered and shook; tried to hold back the tears as he pulled the gun out, spun the cylinder, shoved the gun back in my ass and pulled the trigger. I was not feeling so lucky. Master made him pay for each round. I lucked out that he ran out of money before my head was blown off through my ass. Why do men enjoy do such awful things to me?
