Bad babysitter phone sex babes like me can help you play with tight young pussy. I was not even high last night when Charlie called me to party. However, he called me when I was babysitting my step niece. I wanted to party though. Perhaps, I even thought I needed to party. The girl drives me nuts. So sassy. She exhibits no respect for her elders. But I knew my bad ass bitch would come out if I did some coke. And maybe Charlie would want to punish her too.
Charlie took one look at my step niece and got an erection. I see her appeal. She looks like a doll baby with her blonde locks and bright blue eyes. However, she might be the bad seed in disguise. Just like that old 50s movie. Sarah thinks her shit doesn’t stink. And once Charlie heard her talk, he decided we needed to make a teen rape porn with her. Now that I had some coke in me, I felt more emblazoned. I told him to fuck her. You should have heard her mouth run amuck then.
Charlie knew how to shut the little bitch up though. He shoved his ten-inch cock down her throat. Did I mention Charlie loves tight young white pussy. However, not all tight white young pussy loves his big black cock. His cock destroys holes. Punisher cock. And my step niece needed her pussy punished. Stupid cunt. Disrespectful cunt too. Charlie fucked her into oblivion. And I got to watch and film it.
Even though he turned her little perfect holes into raw hamburger meat, after a while she seemed broken. Or at least broken in to be more compliant with the two adults in the room. Nothing worse than a disobedient brat who talks back. However, turn that brat into an ass rape porn star for BBC and you will discover a new young lady. One who listens to her elders and does as she is told.
Rape phone sex fantasies for mommy appear on the rise. I know men feel more stressed right now than ever. And my guess is they take it out on the one they love most. The one they know will never report them to the police. Mommy. I know my stepson loves to force fuck me. But he is not the only one. Many men need me to be a surrogate mommy for all their pent-up frustrations. And if they pay me or give me coke, I never turn them down.
However, last night, I wished I had said no to Devon. I met him a few years ago when I needed coke. My usual dealer cut me off because he needed product for other clients. So, I went to Devon. We worked out a deal that seemed beneficial to us both. He fucked me harder than any drug dealer. I never go to him unless it is an emergency. Last night, he called me. And we worked out an agreement.
But when I arrived, I noticed more than just him. He appeared to be hosting guests. Big, burly guests who had that hungry look in their eyes. I know that look and it scares me. He wanted to make a mommy gangbang rape porn movie. And that was not what we agreed to. All his friends pounced on me like hungry wolves the moment I questioned our arrangement.
One guy pinned me down while the rest fucked me. To every man, I appeared to be a surrogate mommy. They choked me, slapped me, fucked me and pissed on me too. One guy sat on my face, forcing me to lick his dirty shit hole. He just laughed and called me names while I lost my dignity. After that, all his friends followed suit. So, not only did I endure a gangbang, but I also had to lick everyone’s asshole. They mocked me and teased me about being their mommy ass rape porn star.
Although I got my coke, I cannot erase the stink of their shit holes off my face. And I cannot get my asshole back inside my ass. Perhaps, I need someone to fuck it back inside me.
Most folks in the dive bars where I troll have seen my ass rape porn videos. And I am not ashamed of them. A girl must do what she must to get a fix. Last night, I did not need a fix. Believe it or not, I still had some coke. Although, I was in party mode, the reason I went to the bar was to relax after Easter dinner. My sisters in law can be a tad much. I told my husband I needed to help a friend who got stranded. And he believed me. Instead, I went to this dive bar to chug a few cocktails.
The bar appeared packed too. I guess a lot of folks needed to blow off some steam after Easter. So, I joined them. Although I did not know anyone in the bar, I do make friends easily. Coke brings me out of my shell. Some men bought me drinks. I always hope some handsome man will buy me drinks. The less money I spend, the more I have for party supplies.
As I talked to this one guy, his buddy pulled up one of my gangbang rape porn videos. I tried to deny it was me, but with my fair skin, red hair and tattoos, they knew it was me. Next thing I know, I am making another movie on the dirty bar of some dive bar. Sure, I drank a few too many cocktails and mixed it with coke, but I am an exhibitionist too. Behind the bar, the bartender had an array of sex toys. Felt like they knew I would end up in that bar and they had the supplies ready.
I did a sexy striptease, then played with my asshole for the guys in the bar. Instead of cheering me to chug beer like you often hear in a bar, they cheered me on to fuck my ass. I started with beer bottles. Perhaps a man would put his beer bottle up my ass too and chug it afterwards. But beer bottles did not appear to satisfy the crowd. Bigger and bigger bottles and toys went up my ass. That was until they started fisting me.
Fists up my asshole felt like torture sex, but I did not want to disappoint the crowd. And they did appear to enjoy fisting my gaped asshole. And to think, I just went to the bar for a few drinks. However, I left with another ass porn video under my belt.
I love being a member of the bad babysitter phone sex club. Mostly, I enjoy it because I am tired of being the bitch. If I am babysitting some little brat for you, then the focus is not on me. Or so I hope. My latest babysitting gig appeared to be a set up. Tim called me from an old listing I had published on a babysitting site. I created a profile last year to help this guy get access to young pussy in exchange for drugs.
But I forgot to take the profile down. When Rick called me for a sitting gig, I decided to do it. I needed the cash. He seemed nice enough. A single dad with a few teen boys he cannot turn his back on for long. The catch, he needed me overnight so he could travel out of town for business. My boys can be left alone with their father for a day. So, I told my husband I had a babysitting gig for a night and for once I did not lie to him. He knows he married a taboo phone sex whore. But he has no clue how taboo I really am.
I met the dad. And we went over things. When he left, his boys changed. Their demeanor changed. No more ma’am. Nor more manners. They turned into little Damiens. Little devil’s spawn. They groped me, slapped me, spit on me and called me names. When I threatened to call their daddy, they called me stupid. Perhaps, I was. They informed me their father hires them some old whore every month to use while he goes out of town. And then they told me I was nothing more than their fuck doll for the night.
Fuck my life. I thought I would make some easy cash to watch some brats for a night. And instead, I got used worse than a gangbang rape porn star. This felt like Karma for the last time I babysat. Those boys were right though. Daddy ghosted me. He knew his little monsters wanted to destroy my holes. Even though Daddy paid me well, he did not pay me enough for what his little monsters did to my holes.
He calls me the torture sex queen. I do not know all about that. Perhaps, I have pain slut inclinations, but what really drives me to get into so many precarious situations would be my coke habit. My husband cut me off a long time ago. He did not mind the occasional partying, but I would blow through the money he gave me and not use it for food and household bills like it was earmarked for.
If I am trading my cunt for coke, he does not care. Well, he might care if he knew all the taboo and nasty things I do for that coke. Or the fact that sometimes I get very close to dying for a fix. Last night, I knew my life would not be in danger. However, my ass would be. Pete loves a coked up ass rape porn star. But he does not want to fuck my ass. He just likes to watch me destroy it for his perverse pleasure. Sounds like some of my callers.
Anyway, Pete will skull fuck me. But as a married man, he does not want some “skank druggy whore” giving him an STD he could not explain to his wife. So, he would rather let me torture my ass with anything he provides me. And stick his cock only in my mouth instead. He seemed to be in an extra kinky mood last night. He brought a bag of sex toys with him. I am talking like toys way to big for any one’s ass.
He promised me coke but before I could do a line, he ordered me to put two big toys in my ass raw. That’s tougher to do when not high. But I wanted that coke. So, I did everything he told me to do. Good thing I am a taboo phone sex slut. I got my coke with a side order of pain and humiliation.
I made a gangbang rape porn over the weekend, but for once I did not star in the movie. Of course, I appeared in the flick, but a young teen girl served as the movie’s featured starlet. When I met her, I quickly realized my drug dealer wanted her. She appeared to be some street hooker looking to score. Young too. Likely a runaway with no options for money but her body. And my dealer made her an offer. Free drugs plus more cash than she earns in a week.
However, there was a catch. She needed to lend her body and ass to us for a few hours. She asked if she could get high first. Of course, we said. He prefers his ass rape porn stars high. They struggle less and rarely call out for help. My dealer wanted to film me fisting her ass. And I assured him that I was happy to do that. For once, my ass did not reap all the attention.
I lubed up my fist and worked it deep into her tiny teen asshole while she sucked my dealer’s dick. She snorted coke off my mommy tits. For a moment, I felt like her mommy. And I liked it. So, I figured a way to lick her bald snatch and fist her ass while she sucked his cock. Yummy too. But my dealer cut my fun short. He wanted to fuck the asshole I gaped open with my fist.
So, I got benched from the action. He assigned me camera duty. I filmed the teen rape porn. His cock fit barely fit in her ass even with my assistance in gaping it. And even drugged, she screamed bloody murder as he rammed his thick shaft in her asshole. Her blood curdling screams added some authenticity to the film. Eventually he came, and she left.
Although she could barely walk and her asshole looked like raw meat, she took the money and ran. I’ve done the same thing many times myself. Although I liked being the accomplice, my ass does crave rough treatment from men like my dealer and you.
Ass rape porn with my son will never be a favorite because I swear, he gets more brutal every time he summons me for one of his live streams. However, he is my blood, and I am his. So, I know he will never kill me. But he might make me wish I was dead sometimes. And he always gets me coked up. Always. I can count on some premium coke from him.
But this live stream seemed more ominous than previous ones. He referred to it as the Blair Bitch Project. He made a coke bong and brought a bench to force fuck mommy on. But is it really force fucking with me? I mean I am his mommy, and I can never say no to him. I give him permission to explore all his rape phone sex fantasies whenever he wants.
He immediately restrained me to the bench and got the coke bong going. He funneled coke into my nostrils and all I needed to do was snort every so often. And I snorted more than usual. He pushed my legs up so high that my feet ended up behind my ears. He bent me like a pretzel. And that popped my legs out of socket. A bar on the bench combined with some rope locked me in a painful position for hours. But he did keep the coke flowing.
When he brought out the brass knuckles, I knew I was in trouble. First, I got the knuckles to my face because I forgot to take my false teeth out again. Second, I got the knuckles to my shit pipe I prolapsed for him. After so much rough anal sex, my shit pipe falls out with one push. My head was hanging over the fuck bench, which made it easy to skull fuck me all bound like that.
Chimes started pouring in too. The viewers at home liked how the Blair Bitch Project seemed to be progressing. However, the chimes tripled when he zip tied my prolapsed shit pipe. And increased tenfold when he battered up with a lead pipe to smack my prolapse like he was playing some macabre game of baseball. Did I mention that this occurred on International Women’s Day.
But luckily for me the coke bong flowed nicely. This allowed me not to feel much of anything but the pressure pain. It seemed to me like he channeled his inner A Rod as he played whack a mole with my prolapsed asshole, my cunt and my ribs. Batter up. And the more he cracked the led pipe over my body the more bitcoins streamed in. Once my battered butthole looked like raw hamburger meat, he turned my prolapse into his cock sleeve.
While he fucked my warm ass flesh light, he put a plastic bad over my head, restricting my breathing. And my face quickly started turning red and purple. I thought I might die from suffocation torture sex. I may have passed out a few times, but he’d revive me, let me breathe, then suffocate me some more. And all at the same time he fisted my shithole that hung from inside out. My cunt too.
Everything was swollen. Even my eyes. Another violent mommy makeover in the books. But not before I got more of the lead pipe to my tits and urethra too. Now, I am a Busted Blair Bitch.
He wanted me to star in a gangbang rape porn movie. The only problem, I did not know about any of it. I did not even know the guy. He spotted me earlier in the day and decided to stalk me. When I came home to an empty house, he followed me inside. Even though I screamed, no one appeared to come to my aid. Although I am scrappy, and can fight well for a girl, he still got the upper hand. Punched me in the head, which knocked me out.
When I woke up, I appeared to be bound, gagged and in the trunk of a car going somewhere. I used the tricks I have seen on crime drama shows, like punching the head lights out. But no one pulled him over. Hell, I saw no signs of cars anywhere on this desolate road. Eventually, we ended up at a destination, the trunk opened, and I saw about 20 men. One of them picked me up by the ropes that bound me and carried me into this mountain log cabin. Fuck. I was in the middle of nowhere.
Once inside the cabin, he dropped me like a sack of potatoes on the ground. I knew something like snuff sex would occur, but I tried to hide how scared I was. My family would wonder where I was when they came home. I saw the camera equipment. Whatever they planned to do to me, they planned on filming it also.
Before long, they untied me from the ropes, and put a collar around my neck. Their dicks came out and they each took turns dick slapping my face before. Then they made me puke from skull fucking me with force. My eyes rolled in the back of my head as they tried to shove at least 4 dicks in my mouth at once. I felt hands groping my tits and fingers in my fuck holes. And I did not like it. I was sober. And normally when I am doing freaky things like making ass rape porn, I am high.
But I felt those raw cocks in my asshole. And I felt them in my cunt. They choked me and slapped me as they forced their dicks deep inside my fuck holes. I screamed until I had no more voice. And at some point, I passed out. Woke back up naked in my backyard. At first I thought it was a dream. But the swollen cum filled holes and ligature marks on my ankles and wrists told a different story. No one appeared to miss me, so I showered, crawled into bed and fell asleep.
I auditioned for a snuff porn. And I am lucky to be alive. At least I know with my son, I will never die. Perhaps, I might wish I was dead. But I am his cash cow. He will not kill me. But random men I meet on the dark net. Well, I gamble with men like that. Maybe I have 9 lives because I have many close calls with random men.
But this encounter felt like the closest to death I have ever been. When I arrived at the warehouse in the middle of nowhere, my gut told me to run. But my brain said stay and get that coke he promised. While I stood in front of him naked, my radar got stronger. A real snuff sex director has a crew. It appeared to be just him and me. As he recorded me saying things like you can do anything you want to me, I started to freak out.
Eventually, I told him I had to go pick up my son from school. But he did not believe me. What happened next made me struggle for my life. As I started to run, he threw something hard and large that hit me on my back, sending me to the ground. He tackled me while I laid on the ground and he started choking me too. As I felt faint, I fought harder. I kicked and squirmed to wiggle out of his death grip.
I played dead for a moment to catch him off guard. And when he loosened his grip, I kicked him in the nuts. That allowed me to flee. But he tackled me again. We fought again as he choked me. That time I did pass out for real. But he dick slapped me awake, and I bit hard on his dick. I don’t think I ever bit a cock before. I had no choice. This guy wanted to kill me. No money. No coke. Hell, not even a snuff flick. He just wanted to kill a bitch.
And he almost succeeded, but I am scrappy. I channeled Lorena Bobbit. And I bit his cock off. Not all of it, but I got about half of it in my mouth. He bled a lot. Of course he freaked out too. He deserved the cock torture sex. While he scampered around looking for his severed dick, I made my escape. When will I ever learn?
Even when my oldest son feels under the weather, he can still make mommy his number one ass rape porn star. And because he was not feeling well, he really wanted to beat mommy beautiful. He loves to see me black, blue and purple. His favorite colors on me. He is prone to giving his mommy violent makeovers. But I know he loves me. Why else would he give me so much coke to dull the pain?
I know he needs money. And our violent makeover sessions bring him the money he needs. So, I never mind helping him. His fans love to watch him fucking destroy my ass pipe. But I am such a scatter brain sometimes. Like I always forget to remove my teeth before a skull fuck. And when I do, he needs to punch my teeth out. I deserve it though for being so absent minded. Not like this was our first rodeo together.
I heard the dings as our violent phone sex session got underway. He punched my face and my kidneys as I pushed out my ass pipe for him and his viewers. Fucking my prolapse just gets the crowd going. The dings sounded deafening to me, but I know how much money it brings him when he puts that zip tie around my protruding shit pipe and starts to fuck it like it’s a pocket pussy. My face stayed buried in the bowl of coke until I could not even feel the pressure pain. I told you he loved me.
But he upped his pain game this session. Broke out the brass knuckles and it’s been a while since I saw those. My body felt battered and bruised, but not enough for his preference. So, he went Mike Tyson on my prolapsed asshole with those brass knuckles making me cringe in pain. Just meant I needed more coke. He fucked my prolapse while pinning me to the wall like a bug.
As he fucked and punched my prolapsed asshole, I could hear the continued dings. But he had only just begun. As he got out the plastic bag for my head, he started calling me a 4-hole wonder. And that always means he is about to fuck my pee hole. Ouch. He gave me a piss transplant as he shot a steady stream of urine up my urethra. Even though I struggled to breathe, he continued to rag doll fuck my 4th hole. More chimes rang when he put on those brass knuckles again too.
When he finally came from the torture sex, his cock felt like it was going to bottom out in my belly. That’s how far down my throat he was. He punched my face with his cock choking me. And I could taste his cum mixed in with blood. He came and punched me simultaneously. Even in pain himself, he can still give his mommy a huge load.
