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.
I enjoy ass rape porn. Although most times, I regret my choices the next day because my asshole hurts, my ass earns me a lot of coke and money. But recently, this seedy porn peddler I know, hired me to help him with a young ingenue he picked up hitchhiking. He told me she was a teen runaway hooking and hitchhiking along the highway, and I believed him.
However, when I met the girl, she appeared much younger than he led me to believe. And she appeared extremely doped up too. Needle tracks on her arms. This girl looked trafficked. And I felt bad about assisting him. In my opinion, this girl seemed like a girl next door who met the wrong man. But I needed coke and if he wanted to turn her into an anal teen rape porn star, I just needed to push it out of my mind.
The director wanted a particular scenario. As the mommy, I offered up my girl’s tiny butthole to a man so I could get coke. And that man had a lot of friends too. Not too far from the truth. If I had a daughter instead of sons, I likely would have traded her tiny holes for a fix too.
In the scenario, I prepped my daughter’s asshole with one of those face dildos. She sat on mommy’s face while I took turns fucking her ass and her mouth. She did not bleed so she’d been used before. However, she did cry. Screamed and fought me too. I felt bad for the girl. But I needed coke. And if this was my only means, then so be it.
When it came time for the gangbang rape porn portion of the night, the director dosed her up again. And she became catatonic. I helped hold her down while one man after another violated her young tiny holes. However, I doubt we needed to restrain her since she appeared so out of it. Honestly, I felt bad leaving the porn shoot walking out with a bunch of coke for my troubles. I doubt that girl survived the ordeal.
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.
