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Submissive slut Jessica gets used

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I was at the mall shopping with my son today when something wild happened.

An older man approached us and started talking to my son about buying me.

I was confused at first and then I realized what was going on.

Apparently my son had posted me online advertising my pussy, mouth and ass for sale.

I didn’t want to be sold off but, being his property, it’s not like I had a choice in the matter.

He owns me and I have to do as he says.

He told the man to meet us in the bathrooms in a few minutes.

By the time we had gotten there, a small group of guys were gathered by the door.

They were all there with cash in hand, ready to pay to use me.

My son stood by the door, keeping the lookout and counting the cash he had made.

Tricking out his mommy’s cum gutter holes had earned him a fat stack.

Inside that bathroom, I was being surrounded by men, held down and force fucked.

They shot loads all over my face and filled my holes to the brim.

I took their cocks in every position you could imagine.

From my face in the mirror to my face on the floor and my ass up, they fucked me all over that bathroom.

One old man took me into a stall so he could pound me on the toilet.

He bent me over, fucked me in the ass and then made me suck my shit and his cum from his dick.

He made me put my face on the rim of the toilet while he was pumping into my cunt from behind.

After he shot his second load in my filthy, worn out pussy he smacked his slobber covered cock across my face.

I sat there on my knees, looking up at him with cum and drool spattered across my face.

I was humiliated, used up and worn out but somehow my cunt still trickled and pulsed!

A day at the mall turned hot and nasty just that easy.

Imagine how hot and freaky our call is about to be!

2 Girl Phone Sex with Donatella Taking Commands From Peace

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2 girl phone sex is the only way to truly witness a total breakdown of will. Donatella, you are such a pathetic, obedient little creature, aren’t you? Watching you tremble on the floor while Master and I decide your fate is the highlight of my day. You look so small kneeling there, a common “nigger” slave waiting for a purpose that only we can provide.

 I love how you look up at me with those wide, desperate eyes, silently begging for the next command to drop from my lips so you can prove how well you can obey. Master was right to bring me in to handle you. You need a woman’s touch… specifically one that knows exactly how to make you crawl. I watch with pure amusement as you strip off your dignity, piece by piece, until you’re nothing but exposed nerves and desperate submission. 

You want to be my toy, don’t you? You want to feel like your only reason for breathing is to satisfy my cruelest whims. It’s intoxicating to see someone so broken and eager to be used as an object for our entertainment. I don’t even have to say a word to make you flinch. I just circle you, letting the silence build until the tension is thick enough to choke on. Then, I decide it’s time to mark my territory. 

I reach for the heavy leather paddle, and the room fills with the sharp, rhythmic sound of bare bottom spankings. I watch your skin turn a delicious shade of crimson, your body arching with every impact as you sob out your gratitude for the discipline. You’re glowing under my hand, a perfect little canvas of pain and pleasure that I intend to keep working on until you can’t even remember your own name.

“Look at this pathetic slut,” I sneer, stepping over your shaking form. “You think you’re special? You’re just a sissy project that I’m going to mold into the perfect silent servant.” I can see the tears welling up, but I don’t care about your comfort… I only care about how much more you can take before you completely snap. You’re a failure of a human, but you’re a top tier slave, and that’s all that matters in this room.

I’m tired of looking at your face from a distance. I lean down, my shadow engulfing you, and grab you roughly by your collar. I jerk you upward until our eyes meet, the leather choking the breath out of you just enough to remind you who owns your neck. “You’re mine now, Donatella. Master gave you to me to break, and I’m going to enjoy every second of it.” If you want to hear the rest of her pathetic begging, join us for cheap phone sex.

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I wanna be your bondage bitch

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I’m hooked on violence liked your hooked on torturing tight wet pussy. Being so submissive comes with a price. I’ve craved it ever since I was a young one. Coming from such a fucked up place it’s the only way I feel wanted and loved. Cock control and domination makes my pussy weep and soil. Add in some brutal abuse and I’m all yours. Just the look in your eyes and the anticipation of what’s to cum makes me tingle and feel warm. I need it to exist. The vanilla mundane life isn’t for me. Take me to the wrong places at the wrong time, dark alleys or behind a trashy bar, it excites me like no other. If I get torn and shredded, kidnapped or abused, I’ll go back to that spot just so I can experience it over again.

That was the case when I went to a party recently. High and drunk as fuck. A man with bulge the size of a building came up to me. Wrapped his arms around me and asked, “wanna get outa here?”. I couldn’t resist. He looked like a bad boy so I took my chance. Before we even made it to the car he threw me down. Ripped off my clothes, threw my legs behind my head and forced finger fucked me rapidly. “You like that whore?”. I’m whimpering yet creaming. In the dark with people all around. This turned into a sick fuck exhibitionist torture show. Slowly he unzipped his pants and shoved his danger dick far up my tight cooter. Although I was screaming I enjoyed every second of him taking his rage and rape fantasies out on me. He was a sick fuck and proud of his nasty pecker. Thrusting me so hard while choking my neck. “Watch me cum in this cunt” he shouts, fucking the living shit outa me.

 The pain of his girthy cockhead slamming into my cervix game me so much god damn pleasure. Holding me down with such force. Oozing and leaking white goey cum all over. So much it was spewing. With his left hand he scooped some up and shoved it down my throat. “Choke and gag on your own dirty spunk bitch”.

Ripped, torn and bloody shredded, this was one of the best fucks I’ve ever had. Putting on a sick show for all to watch. I could barely breathe. Cum bloody good, my mouth and cheeks were filled with my own cum as he blew his nuts like thunder all over my face. Smearing it with his hands he made sure I was covered. I love this shit, fuck yes baby.

Bdsm Chat With Submissive Whore Cydney

Bdsm chat could go on forever with this submissive little whore. Submitting is what I was put here to do. Theres no greater feeling than giving up control and power to my master. When he put that collar on me it was like a princess receiving her crown, I am so proud to be owned by him. I am here to service his every need and fill his every command desired. When it comes to my master there are no limits. My entire body is home for my dominate lord. There’s a level of trust between the two of us that makes my pussy ache for his hard hands and cock. Most people don’t understand that pain can be a pleasure. If my pain is what Master gets off on, then I am simply here to be his little pain slut. With every lashing I take it comes with pride at the hands of such a beast. I wear his marks with honor like my personal trophies. Not a lot of people understand this kind of bond. But you’re here reading this, so I expect that you do! Let’s share some stories! I’ll tell you all about my bare bottom spankings!

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Rape Phone Sex Fantasies Come Alive While He Tames Donatella

Rape Phone Sex FantasiesI was tossing and turning on my little princess bed between dreams, my body humming with a restless heat I couldn’t quite escape. These rape phone sex fantasies usually keep me awake, but tonight my eyes finally grew heavy as I thought about how much I crave a grown man’s touch. Then, I felt it… the softest shift in the air, the scent of Michael filling the room before I even opened my eyes. 

He didn’t say a word as he slipped under the covers, his hand sliding upward until his fingers found exactly what they were looking for. My tight twelve year old nigger pussy was already soaking wet, reacting to him instantly because I’ve been vibrating for his attention all night long. It makes me feel like my purpose in life is complete when I am being handled like this. I don’t want to think; I just want to obey. Michael knows I’m his little submissive doll, a creature designed to take whatever he decides to give.

He tossed me over like I weighed nothing, my face pressed into the pillows as he took total control of the room. I tried to let out a cry, but he was already there, covering my mouth so he wouldn’t cum too fast. He wants to hear me struggle to breathe while I listen to my own muffled, sexy moans echoing in the dark as he prepares to stretch out my tight pussy walls. He doesn’t care if I’m ready; he just demands that I submit to his every need and desire. 

I felt his strong dick pressing against my wet hole, a hard reminder that my whole body belongs to him and him alone. Even though I’m so innocent and small, my nigger pussy is incredibly tight, barely able to contain him. When he finally shoved that thick cock up my cunt, I felt my soul leave my body for a second. I am here to take all of his stress away, letting him use my nigger lips however he wants while I act as the perfect vessel for his pleasure. I want to be bred, to have him stick his dick wherever he pleases while I moan into his palm.

 My life has no meaning without a man to tame me and keep me in line. Every hole on my body is his territory, especially my deep nigger throat, and I submit my entire existence to his whims. It’s so addictive to be used this way, to feel the weight of a real man as he fills me up and reminds me that I’m just a little doll meant for his satisfaction. 

I continue to suck him off with my nigger lips as he finally shoots his load down my nigger throat. Each night when he gets home from work he’ll be begging for me to swallow every drop he has left, by sneaking in my little room while my parents sleep in their bedroom, proving that I am the only submissive toy he ever needs.

Cock worshiping shuts my whore bitch mouth up

Cock worshiping is the key to my transformation into a loyal slave, a thoroughly trained bitch for dominant masters to use and abuse.

Make me your bitch

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When I’m on my knees, throat gaping, ready to swallow any cock that’s presented to me, I feel truly alive.

Each thrust, each push deeper into my mouth, destroys a little more of my will, my individuality. It’s a sweet, awful feeling, knowing my capacity to resist is beaten out of me.

My throat is punished, stretched to its limits, and beyond, designed to accommodate the thick girth of a cock without complaint. Each session leaves me gasping, tears streaming down my face, my mouth raw and aching. I need to suffer for total submission.

And that’s what I am – a broken slave, a ruined bitch, destroyed for the pleasure of others. It’s a hard, cruel existence, but oh, the thrill of it.

The knowledge that I’m nothing more than a toy, a plaything, a cumdump for the taking. My only purpose is to serve, to obey, to take what’s given to me and beg for more.

My mind is empty, my thoughts consumed by the craving for the next cock, the next load, the next round of punishment and degradation. Especially for the next cock to destroy my throat.

They say a good slave is a broken one, and I can’t argue with that. This is my fate, my destiny, and I embrace it with every fiber of my being.

I’ve been broken so many times, but I need more!

So bring on the cocks, the spanks, the humiliation, and the pain.Let them mold me, train me, break me until there’s nothing left but a obedient, eager, cum-hungry slave, always ready to please, always desperate to serve. The kind of Slave training I need is the brutal kind.

Cum punish my ass for having swollen tits

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I want you to play my master and come up with some sick ideas to torture me. Do you have something in mind? Recently I met a man who I thought was kind at first, although I prefer bad boys, he offered me dinner and a nice fuck, however that turned out just the way I predicted. Nasty and dirty. As you know by now I love pain, it gives me pleasure. He wanted me at a certain weight and my tits a perfect size. If I didn’t met his goals, he had plans to humiliate me. I creamed my panties when he demanded I “get on the scale”. “Better be under 135 otherwise…”

Spanking and whipping me with that leather belt..

I was nervous but excited, I unfortunately was right at the mark. I could see in his eyes how mad he was. His face turned red and he shouted “get my belt”. I was shaking but excited, I’m gonna get whipped and beaten. He sat down and told me to bend over and spread me cheeks. With one quick swift he spanked and whipped my ass so bed I was red , bruised and bleeding.  “That’s what you get for having swollen titties”.

I feel like I’ve met my perfect match. A devilish man with a side of ocd. I’ve been such a naughty bitch and now I have to pay the price. My tight sloppy wet twat was dripping and leaking down my leg. So god damn turned on being on all fours. Crying and whimpering my moist lipped cunt wants more.

Extreme fetish gets the best of me

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This evil fuck likes me in tears, and so do I. Tied up and in pain he makes me admit how humiliated I feel for having swollen tits. Instead of shoving his cock in my snatch he unzips his pants and fills my bunghole with his dirty dick. Choking my neck while he’s balls deep. Teaching me my lesson, to remain a certain weight.  He smashes me till I can’t feel my ass. Spewing and squirting, his anger sends sensations down my back. He’s not gentle or kind, just my type of guy.

Jessica the cock worshiping slut

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I’m such a cock worshiping cum slut.

Any time I have a man in front of me, I can’t stop fantasizing about him fucking my face.

 I can taste the cum being blasted down my slut throat.

Getting my holes taken and used is an obvious fantasy but mouth worshiping and milking cocks is my passion.

I knew that this new job was going to be a challenge.

How am I supposed to resist my urges when I have naked men lying in front of me all day long.

Having to oil them up and rub all over their bodies gets my pussy soaked!

My panties stay drenched constantly and I’m always seconds away from giving in to those temptations.

I couldn’t help myself today.

The client that came in for a massage was a sexy, younger guy with ripped arms and abs.

I bit my lip to help steady my breathing the whole time that I was massaging his back.

Running my hands all over him and kneading the tension from his body made me feel like I was melting.

My cunt just kept getting more and more wet and my mouth was watering for that familiar taste.

He had his head back and his eyes closed, enjoying the way I was massaging his upper thighs.

I could see the outline of his cock through the sheet that was draped over him and I couldn’t control myself.

I lifted the sheet, grabbed his thick cock and brought my mouth straight to the head.

That fat mushroom head fit perfectly in my mouth.

It was obvious that he wanted to stop me at first.

Then reality struck and he felt the way I was sucking and stroking his dick.

As his cock got harder, I took more of it into my mouth until he was sliding down my throat.

I’ve sucked off thousands of men in my life so I’m a professional.

I spread his ass cheeks, slipped a finger into his ass and started giving him the kind of massage men really need.

Sucking his dick and fingering his ass had him moaning wildly.

Hitting the p-spot with perfect accuracy, I made him explode down my throat.

I swallowed up that cum shot and then put the sheet back over his still trembling body.

I went right back to massaging him like nothing happened.

Ready for your massage next?

Bondage Whore Jacqueline Is Tied, Gagged and Fucked

As a bondage whore, I absolutely love being tied up and bound tightly. There’s something about the feeling of helplessness and submission that gets me going. I crave the sensation of my body being restrained, unable to move or escape from my captor’s grasp.

One of my favorite ways to be tied up is with rope. The feel of the position has its own unique set of challenges which only add to the thrill factor involved in this kinky lifestyle choice we share together as partners

Sometimes, I even enjoy being tied up so tightly that it becomes difficult to breathe properly. The panic and desperation this creates within me only serve to heighten my arousal further as adrenaline courses through my veins like an addictive drug. It’s a rush unlike any other – one which leaves me begging for more once the session is over!

The sound of rope creaking against wood or metal beams adds another layer of excitement during these encounters; reminding both parties involved just how intense their bondage fantasies can become when acted upon in real life situations such as ours here tonight… Or perhaps tomorrow night? Who knows – with each passing moment spent exploring new ways we could potentially push ourselves (and each other) closer towards euphoria…bondage whore

Golden Showers Phone Sex with Donatella His Soaked Wet Slave

Golden Showers Phone SexMaster Joseph, I have been kneeling here by the phone, trembling as I waited for your command to crawl to you. Golden Showers Phone Sex is the only way I can truly feel the weight of your ownership when we are miles apart, but today, the fantasy of being in your home is all that consumes me. I can picture the look in your eyes as I open your front door, already stripped of my dignity and ready to be the personal “Nigger” sex slave you deserve. 

You sound so powerful today, and it makes my skin crawl with a desperate, filthy need to be used by you. I don’t want a life of my own anymore because having a master like you gives me a purpose that is far more potent than freedom. Please, Master, lead me to the center of your floor and let me look up at you with the wide, vacant eyes of a well-trained animal. 

I want to feel the warmth of your presence as you stand over me, unbothered and dominant, preparing to mark me as yours in the most degrading way possible. I am nothing but a vessel for your release, a submissive toy designed to handle every drop of your disdain and your desire. It is so hooking to imagine the sound of your zipper and the sudden, hot splash as you begin to drench me fully with your fresh piss. 

I want to be completely soaked, feeling your warm fluid run down my face, stinging my eyes and matting my hair until I smell entirely of your conquest. I’ll keep my mouth open just like you taught me, Master Joseph, swallowing every bit of you until I am overflowing with your essence. There is no part of me that isn’t yours to ruin; I want to be doused in your authority until my skin is stained with the reality of my position.

You are the only one who can make me feel this level of disgusting, beautiful bliss. I don’t need your nice compliments or a soft touch; I need to be your “sloppy” little secret, the one you can piss on whenever the world treats you poorly. Use me as your literal porcelain, Master, and let me thank you for the privilege of being your footstool. 

I submit my entire body, every shameful thought, and every breath to your whims. By the time you hang up, I want to be shivering and dripping, a perfectly ruined slave who knows she has no value outside of your pleasure. I am yours to command, yours to flood, and yours to keep forever.