My son got me addicted to pink cocaine and now I am an even bigger ass rape porn star for him than I was before. Honestly, I did not think I would survive this last violent makeover, but I did. Even if I survived just barely. This pink cocaine is to die for. However, I am trying not to die. And I know my boy loves me. He just needs me to make money. And I am his cash cow.
I showed up at his place with fishnets covering my spindly legs. A short skirt with no panties so my meat curtains and prolapsed asshole hung down below the skirt’s hemline. Boney hips and pelvic bone on display. As well as my great big tits. I am just his skinny old cash cow. And my body serves as his flesh light, especially my prolapsed asshole. When I arrived, he shoved my head in the pink cocaine and zip tied my prolapsed asshole to get it ready for action.
My ass feels more like his torture sex slave than his Flesh Light. This time I remembered to take my teeth out, but he punched the sides of my face anyway because his 674 streaming viewers enjoy seeing mommy destroyed. When he pulled out his violent fuck bench, I knew I was in trouble. But it does have a built-in shelf to hold the bowl of coke. That proves he loves me. He lined it up to be right under my nose. This way when he rammed his big dick in my tender prolapsed asshole, I could tune in and drop out.
He used rope to bind my legs and my arms to the fuck bench. Added a dental spreader to my mouth enabling him to skull fuck me better. As he went back and forth from skull fucking me to ass fucking me, he punched the sides of my face, the back of my head and my back too. My blowfish lips protruded even more as she pounded the fuck out of my face. I could hear the chimes as he continued to force fuck mommy.
My son punched his mommy head to toe causing my skin to turn various shades of blue, black and purple almost instantly. My big G cups hung over the fuck bench making them easy targets for his rage. When I saw him go for the baseball bat, I knew I was in trouble. Or at least, more trouble. So, I put my head in the vat of coke and braced myself or impact. He swung at both tits with all his might and lopsided my boobs.
He used the bat on my prolapse too like it was a Pinata. But the pink coke kept me numb so my boy could earn some cash. What came next almost killed me. Although I love a plastic bag filled with mommy’s medicine, suffocation phone sex is always a risk. While I attempted to snort coke, I could feel my air disappearing. But I kept snorting the coke like it was a macabre game. In a way, I guess it was.
He forced open my pee hole, my fourth wonder fuck hole. Once he had my urethra on display, he savagely fucked the tiniest hole I have. The chimes got louder and closer together as our fans enjoyed watching me struggle for air while my son fucked my piss hole. Make up smeared all over my face.
Eventually, he tore a hole in the bag so he could go from fucking my urethra to fucking my mouth. But I still struggled to breathe. He punched me some more while choking and fucking me simultaneously. I am his cash cow. I am his mother. And I am his fuck meat. As he pumped his seed into me, I felt myself turning blue and suffocating. But he did not kill me. Not this time at least.
My eldest son, technically my stepson, forces me to make snuff movies with him. Violent, hardcore snuff flicks that seem so real, that most times I think I might die. He’s been blackmailing me for years. My coke habit he supports but I need to really work for it, especially this new pink cocaine that’s so good and strong.
When he calls, I come. Because if I do not, he will tell his father all about the coke I do still. And he will tell his father about every sick and depraved thing I have done to get coke. My husband might stay with me if he thinks I am an addict. But if he knew about the gangbang rape porn I have made in the name of coke, he would leave me and take the boys with him.
So, I am a slave to my stepson. Always will be his slave, his cock sleeve too. Although, I hate being his beck and call whore, I have no choice. Last night, he needed his cash cow to abuse for his live stream. Nonstop abuse. First, he put a mix of oranges and apples in a pillowcase and beat me with them. It is a weird form of torture. You feel the pain. But no bruises on the body. It’s like magic torture.
Because he live streamed this, the invisible bruises did not stay invisible. His fans wanted blood and bruises. So, he gave them what they wanted. My stepson enjoys inflicting torture sex. He swung a baseball bat at my rib cage. Although I heard some bones break, I did not feel them until I woke up this morning when the pink cocaine wore off.
The same bat that cracked a few ribs, prolapsed my asshole too. It is not a live stream party until he forces me to push out my asshole for some abuse and humiliation. And of course he turned my prolapse into his cock sleeve. That’s a given. I feel grateful that he did not have much time to abuse me. Who knows what would have happened if he had longer time. Small blessings, I guess.
My ass is perfect for ass rape porn. At least that’s what men tell me often. I think it has nothing to do with my ass. But more to do with my vulnerability. As a coke whore, men know they can make me do anything for a fix. My reputation as a desperate whore seems solid. Anytime I meet a new man, he knows me from my hardcore anal videos and photos. Men have documented my transformation from a soccer mom to a full-fledged anal coke whore.
Seems like every week, my ass takes more of a beating. Some days, I wonder if my colon will burst or fall out of my body. Yes, my ass takes that much of a beating. Most days, I never realize it is even happening because the coke dulls the pain. And I deal with the aftermath the next day when I feel the full brunt of the violence men like you subjected me too.
Olivier is not a nice man. But I need him. He is sort of my last resort. When I have exhausted all other options, I go to this notorious snuff porn maker for coke. And I get that coke, but my ass pays the ultimate price. Truly it pays. On Monday, I ran out of my generous coke supply that my regular dealer gave me. Holiday weekends, I blow through the blow. And Olivier gave me a nice big bag of coke on Monday to get through rest of the month. But my ass paid the price.
Oliver is a big man. He gets entertained easily. I watched him dip his fist in Vaseline. And I knew I would soon be his anal puppet. He shoved his fist so far up my ass that I felt like a puppet. He swung me around the room like a kite. But sadly, I was not high as a kite. So, I felt it all. When he removed his hand, my ass came out with it. But he just laughed and joked that he could swing me around by my prolapsed asshole.
And he did. I felt like his ass lasso. But eventually, he grew tired of me. And he let me go home to get high. Although I feel numb from the coke, my ass feels everything. No matter how high I get, this taboo phone sex anal whore still feels the brunt of Oliver’s abuse. My ass might be out of commission for a while.
Women like me crave domination phone sex. I am submissive. Guys like me to be in the driver’s seat sometimes, or the accomplice, but I am better at being the whore. Just a druggy stupid whore who trades her fuck holes and dignity for coke or money to get coke. Recently, I met Jeff at a dive bar. He hired me to be his accomplice in exchange for coke money. But he wanted my help doing something only a woman could help with. And that involved kidnaping a young schoolgirl.
I have sons, not daughters. So, I did not feel bad about what he wanted me to do for him. Its just not my personality to be mean to others. But when he threatened to not give me any coke, I knew I had to go through with what he wanted me to do. Sorry, but coke is more important to me than some young girl.
Although I did feel guilty, I led her away and straight to him. And I thought my job was done. However, it had only just begun. He wanted me to eat her bald cunt and asshole. But I do not have rape phone sex fantasies for young girls I told him. And he smacked me and told me again that he did not need to give me any coke. So, I got on my knees and ate her pussy. I pinched her nipples too, making her cry. She called me a mean old lady, and I wanted to cry. Told you I am not a good female accomplice or dominant woman.
This guy got off on hurting the girl but making me uncomfortable too. But he told me to do more and more things to do to her, which I did. But I did not enjoy it. I popped her cherry with my fist. She cried and cried and cried. And I almost did too. Finally, he stopped after I fisted her ass. Well, he stopped making me do things to her like his macabre puppet. But he made me watch him destroy her holes further and film it. I felt like his taboo phone sex victim too.
But I did as he told me, got my coke and ran fast away from him. Once I got home, I did several lines and tried to forget what he made me do for that coke.
Girls Who Need Domination Phone Sex Do Not Make Great Accomplices
I have violent phone sex fantasies. Many women do. However, not all of them admit it. Perhaps, it is not considered PC in the Me Too era to admit to home invasion or rape fantasies. Fuck that Me Too movement. I am a proud submissive slut. My family remains clueless about just how submissive I am.
But they also remain clueless about a lot of things like my coke habit. I make Pablo Escobar look like an amateur, LOL. Sometimes, my family thinks I am out with girlfriends, when really, I am partying with some fellow coke heads or dealers. And last night, I told my husband I had plans with my BFF to see a movie and go to dinner.
However, instead I hung out with Todd. He’s this drug dealer I met awhile ago. He loves to party with me. But he enjoys fucking me roughly even more. I never mind being his ass rape porn star because he gives me the best coke. Although he likes to be violent, he never leaves bruises on my face so my husband would see. Last night he got violent. He had a bad day at work, and he needed someone to take it out on. And I was more than willing to let him destroy my ass for coke.
Honestly, if you promise me coke, I will let you do anything to me, even get violent like Todd. He enjoys roleplays. So, we did a home invasion roleplay last night. A masked intruder broke into my home as I slept. But I woke up when a steel cold knife pressed up against my throat. Although I tried to scream, he put his hand over my mouth and made it clear that he would kill me if I made a peep.
Then he proceeded to choke me, slap me, and explore his rape phone sex fantasies for a red headed whore. And he got so into it that he strangled me with a pair of pantyhose. That made me pass out. But he slapped me awake. When I did, my eyes appeared bloodshot, and I had ligature marks around my neck. But I would need to hide that with a scarf. No way I could explain that away.
He gave me some more rough anal before he sent me home with coke. Enough to dull the pain. And enough to make the risk worth it too.
When I get to be someone’s accomplice phone sex partner, I jump for joy. Why? That means the focus is not on me for once. I met Carl months ago while out partying. Although he is not a dealer, he does have connections. We hooked up, fucked and did lines of coke a few times. When he texted me last night, I thought he wanted to party. Well, he did, but he stipulated a condition before he would share his coke. Most of my dealers will no longer trade my used-up holes for coke anymore.
But some guys still like to party and engage in rough sex, especially rough anal sex with this well-known party ass rape porn whore. So, I do what I need to do to stay coked up. My friend wanted me to bring him a young teen girl to fuck. He wanted her with no hair on her cunt and barely any tits yet. And I knew just the girl. My youngest son’s little girlfriend. I know that makes me sound like a bad mommy, but I do not like this little bitch.
Although I know I sound jealous, she is a snob. Plus, she is rude to me and treats my son more like her personal slave than her boyfriend. So, if he wanted to force fuck a teen girl in order to provide me with some coke, consider it done. I used my son’s phone to lure her to Carl’s place. She did not seem happy to see me. And she did not like seeing Carl naked with his big cock hanging out ready to pounce on her.
As he grabbed the whore, I injected some morphine into her arm. That would erase her memory. Carl explored his rape phone sex fantasies with the little bitch. I expected her to be a virgin since she does not give up much to my son. But the little whore’s cherry got popped before Carl could destroy her cunt. He did not care though. A young teen cunt is a young teen cunt.
He fucked that little bitch up. And I swear, it felt cathartic for me to assist. The bitch is no good for my precious baby boy. She fucks other guys and uses my son. So, I had no problem helping Carl force fuck her. We dumped her body in a field. She will not remember a thing. But she will know someone fucked her. I only cared about Carl’s coke. Not that stuck-up little cunt. Carl got to fuck a young teen cunt. And I got to party with Carl. So, the only loser of the night was my youngest son’s bitchy teen girlfriend.
Being a bad babysitter phone sex slut, I find enjoyable. If I had daughters, I know I would pimp them out for drug money. My mom traded my holes a few times for coke in the 90s. But alas, I only have two sons. So, what I do is babysit for families with young daughters that I know my accomplice will like. There are a few men who will either get me coke or give me money to buy coke if I find them a young girl to fuck.
Sometimes, I struggle to find any babysitting gigs that work with what my guy wants. And that is when I get desperate. Jim wanted a little ginger girl. One that could look like my young daughter. After searching for two days for a babysitting gig for a little red-headed bitch, I decided to grab one from the playground. Now that the weather warmed up, I see little shorties playing outside all the time.
As a mom, young girls usually believe whatever bullshit line I feed them. I found this cute girl that fit his needs. Even though I knew she would be his ass rape porn star, better her than me. I lured her to his place telling her that her mother wanted me to take her to my place for a play date with my son. The girl still did not seem afraid when she met a naked grown man and not a clothed little boy.
However, when he grabbed her arm, she screamed. I slapped her face to shut her up and forced her to drink a laced lemonade. She passed out, and Jim fucked every one of her holes. Mouth, pussy and ass. He loved that tight little cunnie and her even tighter asshole. And he really fucked her up. Destroyed her cunt and ass. Both looked like raw hamburger meat by the time he came. But I did not feel bad helping him with his rape phone sex fantasies. I needed coke for the weekend.
Not sure what he did with her after I left. He wanted to play with her some more when he caught his breath. I doubt she survived the weekend. Not the way he fucked her. I got high and put that little ginger girl out of my mind.
People sometimes recognize me from gangbang rape porn. Although I do try to keep a low profile, it never works. When you are a soccer mom hanging out with snuff directors and drug dealers, some one has seen your dirty underground movies. Over the weekend, I visited an adult bookstore. Perhaps, I just felt horny and needed to suck some dick. Women use glory holes too.
But when I walked in, a group of seedy looking men were making their way back to the glory holes. They saw me and stopped in their tracks. They looked at me like a piece of meat. And I guess they recognized me from some movies I have done, snuff movies. And they jumped me like hungry vultures.
Before I could run, they had me pinned against the wall and they began tearing off my clothes. I screamed, but not even the clerk at the front desk wanted to lift a finger to help me. When I screamed again, one of the guys stuffed my panties into my mouth, muffling my sounds. They seemed strong too. They could hold me in the air and pen me against the wall like a bug.
Hands groped my body. And hands went inside of me too. I felt a fist in my ass. And a fist in my cunt. Some of the guys throat choked me with their cocks. Others strangled and choked me. While others fisted me. I suddenly realized they were filming me too. Making a home-made snuff flick. After a while, I had no fight left in me. I just laid there like a dead fish while these random strangers destroyed my holes and my body.
They knew me, but I had no clue who they were. But they lived out their rape phone sex fantasies with me in the dirty bookstore. I will not piss or shit the same for weeks. And I will never go into that bookstore again.
Once an ass rape porn star, always one. That’s what happens when you earn the nickname Little Anal Annie. Some director called me that over a decade ago because of my red hair and my love for extreme anal play. But it is not that I enjoy getting my ass destroyed by rough sex or that I enjoy a huge ass gape. However, it is my only bargaining chip when I need coke. No one gives me coke for free. And I never have money to buy coke unless I do rough anal videos or snuff films.
So, my asshole will keep on taking a huge beating. But such is the life of a coke whore, I guess. My husband never liked anal sex, so he never sees the condition of my asshole when we fuck. He is a vanilla guy. However, I am a nasty freak and a coke head. Friday night, desperate for coke, I went down to the docks.
The warehouse district is mostly abandoned buildings used as flop houses and porn studios. But not the vanilla kind. More like snuff movies. But down in the seedy part of town is where I do nasty things to get coke. Like one stop shopping. I do something to get money for coke, then walk or crawl to the next building to score coke.
However, Friday night the drug dealer wanted to make a homemade film with me in exchange for coke. He likes to film him and his friends obliterating the holes of soccer moms for profit. Sort of his version of Girls Gone Wild. More like Soccer Moms Gone Wild. He let me get high first saying I would need it. And I did need it. Him and his friends wanted to see how many cocks at once they could get in my ass. Plus, they wanted to see how many fists they could shove up my ass at once too. I felt like a sock puppet.
This went from hardcore anal sex to gangbang rape porn quickly. But I endured the pain and disfigurement of my asshole once again for coke. They did a number on my asshole too. Just when I think no one can destroy my ass more, some seedy porn director says, “Hold my beer.”
Bondage phone sex keeps me hanging around. Sometimes, when I need cash, I answer bondage or other BDSM ads for models. Most of them involve extreme bondage and even rough sex. However, some seem like pure torture. And that unfortunately turned out to be the case Saturday night. I needed cash to score coke. But none of my dealers had product or they refused to trade my old, loose holes for a bag. So, I answered some ads on the dark net.
If I can survive what my stepson does to me, I could survive another extreme bondage shoot, I told myself. And I believed it would not be that bad. But it was that bad. At first, it seemed like any other bondage photo shoot I have done in the past. But when he tied me up and hoisted me up in the air, I knew this shoot would be different. Maybe more extreme torture sex than any prior shoots before.
I felt like a marionette puppet in the air with my legs and arms suspended and tethered together with my pussy and ass spread wide. Easy access to my pussy and ass always worries me. The photographer used a taser gun like a dildo on my pussy and ass. Every time he zapped the inside of either hole, I pissed the floor. When he had two taser guns, he used them simultaneously on my pussy and ass causing me to shake uncontrollably. And piss more too.
He zapped me so many times I could smell my flesh burning. However, this was not the end. He invited about 20 guys to all tase me at the same time. And this sent me into extreme convulsions. You would have thought that I had a seizure. But it was just extreme torture phone sex. Eventually, he cut me down. I fell into my puddle of piss. The sadist photographer made me lick up all my piss from the concrete floor while he fucked my ass.
Just when I though he was done, he invited his accomplices to use me like a gang bang whore while I was on all fours licking up my piss. I barely crawled home. But it was worth it because I made enough cash to buy some good coke.
