Ass rape porn is all I am good for. My cunt is so lose and stretched out from being a whore and birthing brats, that my ass is the only semi tight fuck hole I got. But guys seem determined to want to ruin my ass too. I owe my dealer a lot of money for my nose candy addiction. I worked out a way to score a new bag of powder despite owing him a few grand already. I showed up at this biker bar known for trouble. Despite my strung out appearance, I was still the classiest thing in that dive. I found Don. He wasted no time with pleasantries. He pulled out his dick and ordered me to bend over like a good whore. He rammed his cock up my ass as I was bent over a bar stool while other guys lined up to fuck my mouth. One cock in my ass was not enough to earn me some coke, however. I was surprised my ass could handle 2 dicks at once. Shocked when it took three. Crying in pain when four dicks sodomized me. My ass was gaping opening. Prolapsing with every thrust. Cum was pouring out my ass like I drank Mexican water. Hardcore anal wasn’t enough for these bikers. They turned me into a fisting whore too. This was not agreed upon. I was told I just had to let a few bikers fuck my ass. One of the guys grabbed me roughly by the hair, spit in my face and said, “Bitch, complain one more time and you leave with no coke, just a well fucked ass.” Him and his pals fisted my ass first before they invited the entire bar to fuck my ass with their forearms. I left the bar crawling on my knees with my ass inside out, but I had a bag of coke so it was all worth it.
Sometimes a whore needs a good dose of domination phone sex to remember her place. I needed drugs but had no money. I am a sexy MILF, so I thought I could work something out with my dealer for a fix. I over estimated my hotness. My dealer was not even interested in abusing my asshole with his monster cock for a little bump. He was, however, interested in my daughter. My very young daughter. I tried to object but he smacked me, slapped a collar around my neck and chained me to a pole so I couldn’t defend my little virgin’s holes. “How bad do you need this fix Blair,” he seethed as he pulled out his monster cock and shoved it down my baby girl’s throat. She was crying, gagging trying to get away, but the more I thought about it the more I realized she would be fine. I was force fucked at her age and I grew up fine. Well, maybe not fine. I am a druggy dirty mommy, but I am happy. I grew up happy. I was chained up watching my daughter earn my coke. He didn’t go easy on her either. He fucked her ass and pussy like she was a seasoned fuck whore like me. His dick was bright red from her cherry popping. She was crying and screaming, but he just fucked her harder. He came in her ass, but that was not the end of things. He held a knife to her throat and forced her to shit his cum in my mouth. He made sure she knew that I was the only reason this happened to her in the first place. I cleaned up her swollen, bloody fuck holes with my tongue. Siphoned out his cum, then begged for my coke. I got it, but not until after he fucked my holes too.
It was just as good of a day as any to make a gangbang rape porn. I needed drug money and this kind of porn pays well. I showed up ready to earn my money. This particular director really makes me work hard for the money too. There were over 100 men waiting. I was the only woman in sight. This was more men than ever before. More than double the amount of men than any time before. I tried to negotiate for more money, but was met with a punch in the face and ridicule. No one was wearing condoms like I insisted. They didn’t care what I wanted or how I felt. They saw a bitch and decided to make an ass rape porn instead. Two even three dicks went in my ass at once as fists and cocks were shoved in my pussy. I knew better than to scream. I just thought about the money. They guys were doing meth and crack which was making them really aggressive towards me. Pulling my hair, smacking me, even pissing on me. They were enjoying degrading me. Cum was oozing out of my fuck holes. I was practically wore completely out. I started to pass out from exhaustion. They had been gang banging me for hours. One guy grabbed my head and smashed it on the floor. Blood trickled out of my mouth and nose. The sight of blood turned them all. They took turns bashing my skull against the concrete floor. My brain felt scrambled. I couldn’t talk. I couldn’t even think. My face was smashed in. Pretty sure I had several broken facial bones, not to mention a broken nose. This was no longer worth the money. They were tweaking and I was going to end up brain dead or worse. The next blow left me unconscious. When I woke up no one was around anymore. I was covered in cum, blood and piss. I looked worse than Rocky. No money was anywhere to be seen. I think I made a snuff porn instead.
My callers love to hear me share my rape phone sex fantasies. All women have them, right? It is just not considered politically correct to admit you have rape fantasies. I told this one caller months ago that one of my rape fantasies was to be taken spending the day in the park. Coincidentally, I spent Saturday at the park by myself. Honestly, I was not thinking of being gang banged or anything like that. I was just hiking in a nearby national park. Getting high, while up high on the mountains. I was not paying attention to my surroundings as usual and before I realized I was in danger, several men rushed me. I almost fell backwards into the gorge. I was saved only to be tied up by mountain climbing rope and suspended to a tree. At first, they just taunted me calling me names like stupid whore. Then the torment escalated. They hit me with sticks and threw rocks at me like I was a piñata. I screamed for help, but none came. A rock hit me in the head. Blood started running down my face like I was in some horror movie. Talk about a wrong turn. I was in a secluded part of the park not marked by trails. I had no cell service. The men left me bleeding hanging from a tree.
A single hiker came by what felt like hours later. I was so excited to be rescued. He was not exactly the rescuing type. He saw an opportunity and he took it. He cut me down with a knife, left me tied up and force fucked me. My mouth, my ass and my pussy were all up for grabs with him. He never spoke once to me. Just grunted like a wild animal as he shoved his cock in my fuck holes. I was violated twice in the middle of God’s country. Finally, a park ranger rescued me, but because drugs were found in my system, no one believed my story. They thought I got high and fell down a hill. When I got back to my house, my caller I shared my day in the park rape fantasy with called me to see how I was healing up. I will never know which one he was.
Rape phone sex fantasies are a party girl’s best friend. I have been known to get wicked high and beg men to fuck my ass like a porn star. I have also pleaded with guys to gang bang me, even hurt me when I am partying. Being a drugged out party mom is dangerous. Especially, when you do not know who you are partying with. I thought I was safe at a frat party over the weekend. I was not some naive coed. I knew that cock teasing frat boys would get me in trouble. Trouble is what I wanted. All fucked up, I want to be a gangbang whore. I got more than I bargained for with those brothers. It started off as your typical whore gone wild scenario. I was doing lines of coke off of frat boy cock and chugging on bourbon. My drinks were roofied. Normally, I can handle my party supplies. I lost a big chunk of time. I woke up tied to the bed post in a frat boy’s room. The line of men was out the door, down the stairs and out onto the lawn. Guys were not fucking with their dicks, however. They were sodomizing my ass with their fists. Some geeky frat boy was filming my ass rape porn. For such young boys, they were quite misogynistic. College rings on, twisting their fists into my ass until it bled and prolapsed. After literally 100s of boys fisted my ass, many of them came on me, laughing while they blew their loads on my broken body. I was left tied to the bed over night. I passed out, woke up with party whore written on my body and cum matted all over me. I guess I need to be more careful who decide to party with.
Ass rape porn was last call for me Saturday night at this dive bar. I went in looking to score some coke. Biker bar. Pretty rough crowd, but the rumor is you can get whatever drug of choice you want there. I owe a ton of money to my dealer, so I needed to buy somewhere else this time. I walked in wearing a short mini skirt, high heels and a tight top with no bra. I was down to fuck for my coke. The moment I walked in, all eyes were on me like vultures in need of fresh meat. I saw no women at this biker bar. Redneck music was blaring on the juke box. I had second thoughts, but no way I could make a hasty exit without serious ramifications for me. I sat at the bar, ordered a beer. The bartender looked at me curiously and asked me point blank, “What are you looking to score missy?” I inquired if it was that obvious. He just chuckled and introduced me to Clyde who was not as friendly. He patted me down like he didn’t think I was there to score. He thought I was wearing a wire. He said I had to strip naked. I didn’t want to, but I didn’t have much of a choice. I was starting to jones pretty bad. One guy said my ass needed inspected to make sure I was not hiding a wire in my shit hole. Clyde shoved a beer bottle up my ass to check it out. Another guy yelled for him to check my cunt too. Another bottle was shoved up my pussy. He double penetrated me with two dirty beer bottles while the rest of the bar jacked their cocks on me. Once they deemed I was not hiding a wire, I was gang banged on the bar. Tied down and force fucked in the ass by cocks and various bottles. Hours went by. I was sodomized relentlessly. My ass was prolapsed and bleeding. Whore was carved in my ass with a pocket knife. Eventually it was last call. I thought that meant for alcohol. It just meant one last call to force fuck the MILF in a biker bar looking to score blow.
Rape phone sex fantasies are a submissive whore’s bread and butter. I hook up with men all the time who want to role play a rape fantasy. I am the perfect MILF for such dark fantasies. I never fight unless that turns my partner on more. I never say something is too dark. Plus, you get me high, I may go places you couldn’t even dream up. Jon was a young guy I met at a fetish club a few weeks ago. He had a lot of anger towards his mother for rebuffing his advances for years. His fantasy was to force fuck mommy in a degrading way. He liked the idea of a stranger rape fantasy. He wanted mommy to never see it coming. At first, I thought he wanted me to pretend to be mommy so he could force fuck me by surprise. Actually, he wanted me to be his accomplice. He wanted my assistance in getting his mother assaulted. I rarely get the chance to be an accomplice, so I jump at it every chance I get. My role was simple. Become friends with his mother and lure her out one night. I started taking yoga with her, and after a couple weeks we decided to go out on the town. I just didn’t realize I was not the only accomplice. A hot young stud was buying us drinks all night, but the last drink was laced with something that knocked us both out. We woke up in some bleak room, bound, naked and gagged. Men with masks entered the room. They did unspeakable things to our bodies. I was not sure if this was part of his fantasy or if I had gotten mixed up with different predators. No one sounded familiar. They pissed in our faces. Slapped us bloody. Sodomized us with broken beer bottles. Burned us with cigars. Shot us up with heroin so we didn’t realize what was really being done to us until it was too late. Forced us to eat shit. Carved whore on our foreheads. We woke up, I am not sure how much later, with broken bones and gaping cuts, cum leaking out of our asses and cunts. She called her son for help. When he arrived, I had no clue who he was. He was clearly not the man I met in the club. I apparently helped some random man force fuck and torture her and myself.
When a girl is getting fucked, she rarely if ever thinks this is going to be snuff sex. I hooked up with two dudes the other night to score some drugs. Pussy and ass usually gets me whatever I want for a price. If you are trading your body for drugs, vanilla sex is not going to cut it. I know that. That is why my ass is so stretched out. That is why my pussy looks like a cavern. I have been fucked by fists, multiple guys, huge cocks and a wide variety of items not designed to go into tiny fuck holes. I was high as a kite on some real good blow. I had a cock in each hole; just any day of the night for a druggy MILF like me. I don’t know if it was the drugs they were doing or just their sadistic nature, but things changed. A ball gag was slapped in my mouth, hands went around my throat, and a cock was up my puss when one of the dudes inserted a really big and very wide glass object up my ass. Whatever the fuck it was, it was wide. Way wider than my well used asshole. It was thicker than the bottom of a wine bottle and over 2 feet long. I couldn’t talk, just scream, whimper and cry. I tried to do another line, but I was not allowed. “You need to feel this whore,” one of them seethed. I felt like a pig on a spit roast. The cold glass torture device pierced my ass. Blood squirted out of my butt. The pain was so bad, I blacked out. They thrashed me about like a puppet on a stick. The laughed as I puked. They pissed on my body as I bled down the glass fuck stick. I kept blacking out. The last thing I remember before waking up naked and bloody in a garbage dumpster with maggots and rats on my body, was being told I was a worthless stupid cunt as I was choked to unconsciousness. They left me for dead. Not the first time. Not the last time, but my 9 lives are running out.
When you are a taboo phone sex whore, men love to degrade you. Fuck, you love to degrade yourself. I was at a bar Friday night. I got really fucked up on coke and booze. Closing time came around and I wanted to give the guys in the bar a kinky show. I wanted them to understand what a worthless piece of shit cunt I am. I did a sexy little striptease as they pulled out their cocks to stroke at the whore on the bar. I was doing lines off the bar. I shoved my own fist up my ass like it was a sex toy. I was all contorted, but my fist was in my own ass, on a bar in front of a bunch of strangers watching in awe and disgust. Guys started lining up to fist me. At least 30 men rammed their fist up my ass. By the time it was over, my ass had prolapsed. It looked like a rosebud. Guys were taking pictures. A few even said I should star in an ass rape porn.
That is when things turned ugly. I mean ugly. They started grabbing objects laying around the bar for torture sex on my fuck holes. Beer bottles, wine glasses, darts, pool sticks, pool balls, even a fucking ashtray got crammed in my backside. I was in tears. The coke effect ran off, so I was feeling every bit of the pain. My ass was gaped open. My tears just made them torture me harder. One guy pulled me off the bar, shoved a wine bottle inside my ass with the big part in first. He walked me around the bar like a dog holding on to the neck of the bottle while the rest of the guys pissed and came on my face. It was so degrading. But then, I am a stupid whore.
Bondage phone sex is fun with the right master. I, however, do not have the right one. My eldest son from my first marriage hates that I am fucking his half brothers. He thinks my whore pussy only belongs to him. He wants access to it 24/7. He texted me last week to come to his office and blow his cock like a good mommy, but I ignored him because I was enjoying fucking my youngest sons. My punishment was severe. He came over later that night and sodomized me with a whiskey bottle in from of his half siblings. Then he tied me to a wooden cross for some torture. He punched my stomach, slapped my face and bound my tits. “Whose whore are you mommy,” he seethed as his fist penetrated my cunt. He wanted me to say his and only his, but I couldn’t. I love his brothers. They are the only men in my life who don’t hurt me. I am a goddess to them. The longer I refused to say what he wanted to hear, the angrier, more violent he became. My first born is a misogynistic prick just like his daddy. I was still refusing to give him what he wanted, so he pissed in a cup and forced my mouth open. He threatened to make me swallow a pitcher of his urine if I didn’t give him what he wanted. I have drank piss before. Tons of it. He should know that is not a breaking point for me. Neither is sodomizing me or smacking me around. Been there, done that. When I was not complying, he threatened his brothers. Now he had me at a breaking point. Sodomizing his brothers, even snuffing them out would make me do anything. He knew it too. He whipped his cock out, smacked their little faces with his hard dick then I said it. “I’m your whore only your whore.” I didn’t mean it. I know the next time I blow him off for boy dick he may just kill me.
