Rape phone sex fantasies seem common in men. And I love playing the red headed slut mom for such fantasies. Recently, a guy I met in a bar said if I allowed him to explore his violent rape fantasies for his mother, he would pay me with a large amount of coke. So, of course I said yes not knowing what would happen. And I always get myself into dangerous situations because of my drug addiction.
However, I have done worse things than letting a man force fuck mommy. Sometimes these sorts of fantasies provide a therapeutic release for men who experienced a troubled relationship with their mother. Eddie’s mom seemed worthy of force fucking. She seduced his friends. Her parties got wild with orgies and stuff while Eddie slept nearby. But he spied on the orgies often and resented the fact that he could never join the fun.
His mom acted like an ass rape porn star to everyone else but him. And now he needed to release some of that pent up anger. So, I agreed to be his surrogate mommy. And I paid dearly for the decision. His anger for mommy seemed strong. The minute we walked into his house, he started. Ripped my clothes off. Slapped my face. Called me names. And pinned me down on the ground so he could force fuck my holes.
My asshole took a beating. As he held me down by my throat, he sodomized my ass raw. He wanted to hurt mommy. And this mommy felt his rage and his anger towards his mother, with every thrust and punch. Although he fucked me hard, he punched me harder. I became his punching bag and his fuck doll. Nothing more than a cock sleeve to use. But I have been through worse with my stepson and other drug dealers.
When he squeezed my throat hard, I felt faint. Apparently, he cut off my oxygen long enough for me to pass out. However, he dick slapped me back awake just to repeat it again. Strangulation phone sex turned out to be his thing. By the time he nutted, I could barely move or talk. I was his punching bag and fuck doll for coke. Good thing he never punched my nose. I needed my sniffer to recover.
My usual dealer did not have enough product for me. So, he referred me to another black dude he knows to get the kind of quantity of coke I need for a week. In exchange for the free coke, I agreed to participate in a gangbang rape porn. And boy was that a mistake. A gang of big, burly black men entered the room at the ring of a bell. They swarmed me like hungry wolves ready to pounce on their prey. And before I knew it, those black men tore my clothes off and started force fucking me.
I am talking massive cocks. Too big for the average woman, even a seasoned whore like me. I could not speak. Those black men crammed their cocks into my mouth, ass and pussy all at once. And it hurt. Even high as fuck, I felt every thrust and every slap. They did not just fuck me. They also choked me, punched me, and forced me to suck the shit of their dicks after using me as their ass rape porn star for the day.
Perhaps, I could never be high enough to dull that pain. At one point two huge and thick BBCs worked their way into a hole at once. I thought I might drown in their cum. Big black balls against my face, limited my ability to breath through my nose. And with two big black dicks in my mouth, no way could I mouth breathe either. No matter how hard I tried to think of something else to get me through, pain was the only thing on my mind.
I felt my asshole ripping, tearing and bleeding down my legs. Perhaps I could handle one monster BBC in my ass, but not two. Not that big at least. It felt violent the way they fucked me. Maybe they wanted to ruin my holes. Once they finished with me, I got my coke and crawled out of there with a prolapsed asshole, and gaped holes. Every taboo phone sex slut would have felt that pain.
Some folks think of me as a snuff porn star. Yet others see me as too old for snuff flicks anymore. Everyone wants to rough up cute young things. Not an old mommy whore with loose fuck holes. That’s what this one director told me last week when I auditioned for him. The seedy dangerous underworld of snuff pays better than vanilla porn. So, that’s why I travel in these circles. But I needed money to get coke. And no one wants to trade my old fuck holes anymore.
However, I am resilient. I don’t give up just because one guy passed on me. But I did need to go deeper into the risky world of snuff movies to find a guy willing to hire me. We agreed on a price. And of course he wanted a rough anal scene. Everyone wants to use my asshole in the dark films I make. My ass gets used so much, my prolapse comes out easily. Just one push, and I have a natural cock sleave for men.
I asked about my costar, and I figured it would be him or some other big, strong man. Nope. He wanted a furry beast to sodomize me. Not that I have not had red rockets in my fuck holes before, because I have. But I never enjoy it. Just something that happens when I get fucked up. But sometimes, most times, a druggy whore needs to do things she does not like to keep the party going.
I just tried to think of something else as this furry drooling beast mounted me. I could feel that slimy rocket locked into my asshole like a hook. It drooled down my back and shoulders. I felt humiliated being this beast’s ass rape porn star. Seemed like his red rocket was hooked inside of me for hours. But it ended finely with a slimy nut. I took my money and left with an ass full of a beast’s cum.
He told me I was born to be a snuff porn star. And I believed him. But in my defense, he got me fucked up on some strong coke. He picked me up at a bar where he found me on a pool table, drunk, high and letting men use me. Just a typical night for a cheating druggy whore. When Max came into the bar, I think he was looking for easy prey. And he found me already doused in cum.
He took me home. But not to my home. I would not call Max a gentleman. He took me to some warehouse in the middle of nowhere. Perfect location to make snuff movies he told me because no one can hear the screams. I felt too fucked up to really process what he said to me at the time.
Since I am no stranger to men using me, I thought that was all Max planned for me. But besides a gang bang these men wanted to torture me too. As about 50 men stood around me, I watched Max collect money. He pimped me out. Profited off them fucking me. And torturing me too.
Some of the men just fucked me like a whore and left. However, others showed their misogynistic side. Some men choked me and slapped me while fucking me. Yet others burned my flesh with their cigarettes. A few of the men used me as their private toilets too. They forced me to guzzle their urine as well as their cum. One guy had what felt like a gallon of piss. He held my noise until I swallowed it all.
Max used me as his gangbang rape porn star. Although I have no idea how much money he made, he seemed very pleased with the outcome. He gave me some coke and left me in the dark, damp warehouse to find my own way home. At least I survived the night.
Do you have kidnapping phone sex fantasies? You can admit that with me. As a submissive whore, I cater to all fantasies. But I like the darkest ones the most. Maybe because I like to party. And when I party, I become a nasty freak. Just ask Frank. We did a hot role play where I pretended to be a young mother with two small daughters stranded on the side of the road.
Frank stopped to help us, but he seemed sketchy to me, so I declined his offer to help. And told him a lie about my husband coming to rescue us. Frank sensed that I was lying, and he circled back and forced my girls and I into the back of his truck. He held a gun to us, so we had no choice. Scared, we got into his cab with him. While I pleaded with him not to hurt us, he tied us up and gagged our mouths. My daughters looked so scared. I tried to reason with him, but he seemed very pissed off. Even told me this could have been avoided if I had not lied to him.
I feared he harbored rape phone sex fantasies for us, or worse. And I felt like we had been bound and gagged forever when we finally stopped. But we did not leave the back of his cab. He played some sick games with me. First, with a gun to the back of my head, he made me eat and finger my daughters’ pussies. I felt sick to my stomach.
But my only other option involved a bullet to the head. So, I did it. He started jacking his cock. My daughters cried while I did as he instructed. But I was not sure what the end game was here. And I did not want to know. Even though I tried to think of ways out of this mess, I did not think we could escape.
Eventually, he tied me back up and made me watch him fuck my little angels. He destroyed their tiny little bodies. We all cried too. But Frank forced me to keep my eyes open. My daughters’ tiny little cunts looked destroyed. Their tiny bodies took a beating that if they survived the night, might ruin them for life. I pleaded with him to leave them alone, and he turned his focus on me. As he force fucked me, I looked at my scared and hurt little girls feeling so helpless.
Frank dumped us on the side of the road, battered and bloody with no clue where we were. To say this was sadistic phone sex, is an understatement, but I am a subby whore up for any role play.
Rough anal I can handle. However, when anal sex turns into torture phone sex, I need even more coke to survive. Just ask my oldest son. He loves to brutalize mommy’s holes. But he always gives me my skinny powder for my troubles. My boy enjoys seeing me rail thin. Makes my boobs look even bigger. When he arrived, I had stockings on, a bra and 8-inch heels. But I struggled to walk.
At least I remembered to take my teeth out before he arrived. He will punch them out of me if I forget. My boy appeared to be in a mood. But I guess he always is in a mood. He wanted to beat mommy senseless. Turn me into a fucktard as he says. No, I Love You or how have you been either. He just palmed the back of my head like it was a basketball and pushed my face deep into the bowl of coke. And when I came up for air, he forced me to push out my ass pipe. It prolapses so easily now.
My prolapsed ass serves as his ass sleeve. I am his ass rape porn star. The camera feed showed thousands of people watching as he zip tied my boobs and fucked my ass sleeve. When he pulled me around the room by my prolapsed asshole, I heard the chimes intensify. The more chimes, the more money. My head bumped into furniture, but he did not care. His viewing audience loves to watch my son destroy his mother.
He dragged me into the bathroom and shoved my face in the nasty toilet water. Suddenly, I became his piss mom. He not only tried to drown me in the toilet, but he also tried to drown me with his piss. As I choked and gagged, he fucked my ass sleeve. While fucking me, he simultaneously punched me in the back of the head. He likes to brutalize me. And his fans love it too.
Once he started pissing in my mouth again, he punched me in the eye. He avoids my sniffer so I can still get high. He loves me. While skull fucking me, he acted like he wanted to masturbate me. And he did. But he masturbated me using Ben Gay as lube. And that made me scream. Luckily, a bowl of coke appeared nearby. After I snorted as much coke as I could, he tossed me across the room.
I started seeing stars and I developed a ringing in my ears. I saw my boy come towards me again. But this time he had the baseball bat in his hands. I tried to crawl away, but I had no place to go. He took that baseball bat to my zip tied tits and asshole. Suddenly, I felt like a pinata. A few more whacks, and I might have burst.
He punched the side of my head as he started to throat fuck me again. As I was down on the ground, he stepped on my head to whack my tits and ass with the baseball bat again. Suddenly I went from feeling like a pinata, to feeling like a golf ball.
But the chimes poured in. He put more Ben Gay on my clit as he pinched and twisted it. When he fucked my pee hole, my tightest hole, I began to cry. I cannot dull that kind of pain with a mountain of coke.
Suddenly, he stopped fucking my urethra. Small favors, I guess. He asked me if I felt up for a gangbang rape porn, then giggled as he pushed my head and body through a wall. He ran with me like I was a battering ram. While I dangled in the wall, he invited about ten viewers to come abuse my shit pipe more. They ran a train on me while suspended in the wall. Some men came around to the other side so they could skull fuck this toothless old whore too. Some men shoved their cock and balls in my mouth at once, making it difficult for me to breathe.
Eventually, they all came until they could cum no more. And my son came last all over his mother’s battered asshole. But I got some primo coke and got to spend quality time with my boy. So, it all equaled a good time.
Rape phone sex fantasies get men off. And since I am a submissive mommy whore, I want to explore any rape fantasies you may have. Since I am a druggy whore too, I often find myself in a pickle with men who want to violently fuck me in exchange for coke. So, even in my real life, I explore rape fantasies. So, if men can force fuck me in real life, they can in their fantasy world too.
My fellow druggy milf friend tagged along with me. Her husband discovered her coke addiction and cut her allowance. So, now she needs to be resourceful like me in finding coke. We went to this man I know who makes really hardcore ass rape porn and offered up our asses for coke or money to get coke. And he took the bait. But he made us work for it.
We had to fuck each other with a double-sided monster dildo. The length did not scare me. However, the girth did. I think the best way to describe this dildo would be to tell you to think about a tree trunk in your asshole. My fellow milf friend and I shared a tree trunk up our assholes while this drug dealer filmed us. Not sure if the movie would be part of his spank bank. Or perhaps he planned on streaming it like my stepson does.
Either way, we did not care. We just needed the coke. Housewives with no or little income never need to pay for coke. Not if they do not mind making anal torture sex movies. Although that monster dildo prolapsed both of our asses, we continued to work it like a big black cock. We need our coke for the long holiday weekend. This guy never touched us. But he did enjoy watching us ruin our assholes for him. He made us fist each other too. And that hurt just as much as the monster dildo. But we did what we had to do. And now we can party like rock stars all weekend long.
Mutilation phone sex can take on a few different forms. Can carve me up, mutilating my flesh. You could focus on the mutilation of my sex parts too. Men use knives and other instruments to carve me up like a side of beef. But what happens most involves big thick cocks destroying my asshole. Men seem obsessed with hurting my asshole. Fisting, double stuffing me or just shoving things way too big in my ass.
Last night, two men tortured my asshole, mutilating it with their fat fuck sticks, their fists and beer bottles. I just partied with the wrong fellows. But that happens all the time. I hooked up with this guy I met on Tinder. I just needed some blow, and he seemed willing to share with me. And I felt desperate to get high.
But when I came over, he had a surprise for me. One of his friends wanted to fuck me too. Entertaining two men? Not a problem for this ass rape porn star. But they did not want to fuck as much as they wanted to fist me and watch me put all sorts of things up my ass. Cocaine gives many men limp dick syndrome. Although it makes the mind willing, the cock rarely stay hard on coke. So, once they realized their dicks would never get hard enough to fuck me, they used other thing to fuck me with.
Once they realized that regular beer bottles up my ass and cunt, did very little to my well-fucked holes, they duct taped two bottles together making a glass dildo for me. And I felt my ass prolapse as I took this fat makeshift dildo up my asshole. They did not put the neck of the bottles in my asshole. They inserted the fat end first.
So, the bottom of two beer bottles felt like torture sex. But I think that was want this guy wanted and why he had me come over. He wanted to anally torture a soccer mom. And he did. Just took him awhile to find something to destroy my old ass.
If you watch underground gangbang rape porn, perhaps you have seen my work. I love rough sex. And group sex too. Most of the time I am fucked up in these videos because I want coke in exchange or at least money to buy coke. Saturday night, I starred in one at my local hole in the wall bar.
In my defense, I went into the bar to score some coke and party with guys. But it turned rough. And I should have known it would. I attract all sorts of rough men. I think they just know that they can treat me like a piece of shit. When I am fucked up, I only have more coke on the brain. Nothing else.
I found some guys willing to share their blow. First, I just needed to blow them. Not a problem. I am the BJ queen. But after they all spooged on my face, they wanted to fuck my ass. They knew this druggy soccer mom likes ass rape porn too. So, they bent me over the pool table and began fucking my cunt and ass.
But the guys at the other end of the bar caught a whiff of what was going down and wanted in on the action. That’s how it is most of the time. Men see me getting anally destroyed and want a piece of my ass too. And before long we have an orgy going on. Or, at the least an anal gang bang.
As I snorted fresh coke off the pool table, bar patrons took turns fucking my asshole. And no one went gently on me. Hell, some of them got so horny they could not wait their turn. Talk about torture sex. Two, even three stiff dicks in my asshole at once. By the time of last call, my asshole prolapsed again. But I got a bunch of coke out of the evening. And a coke heals all anything that ails me, even a prolapsed asshole.
Do you like bad babysitter phone sex tales? Although I do not have many, I have some. Some men I score coke from like to make me earn it. But my old used up holes do not always make the cut. So, they tell me to bring them something younger. You know, something tight still. David wanted a young girl. But he did not want any young girl. He wanted my niece. She is not my blood niece. I am her aunt through marriage.
I never mind taking a babysitting gig to supply him with a tight cunt or ass. But he wanted my family. And my need for coke outweighed everything. I needed to give up her virgin holes. But how to do it so she would never tell my husband or his mother. My sisters-in-law hate me. To them I am nothing but a home wrecker, a gold digger. No doubt if my niece told them what Aunt Blair did to her, they would throw me in jail and let me rot. But snuff sex? I did not want to kill her. I am not a killer. Just a junkie.
So, I decided to drug her. And make it look like a random stranger assault. This dealer would not care if she was awake or passed out. So, I gave her some smack. Shot that heroin between her toes. Just in case anyone found her, they might not notice the needle tracks immediately. But they would notice her bloody cunt and swollen asshole. But she would survive. I needed my coke.
I presented this dealer with a sweet young piece of flesh for his horny dick. And I watched him fuck her silly. She moaned and grunted a bit, but not from pleasure. Yes, I felt bad about this. She’s family and I adore her. But her innocence was a small price to pay for my fix. Although she will feel the effects of the assault, she will never remember what happened. And this taboo phone sex whore will share the details with you.
