Submissive whore, for your pleasure. I long ago gave up the notion of sexual pleasure for myself. I get my pleasure from a man’s pleasure. That often means my pain is their pleasure. My boss is a part-time master. He only owns me at work, so I am free to fuck who I want off the clock. Most nights, I spend recuperating from the rough treatment at work, but last night I was hungry for cock; hungry to be degraded. I wanted to be used like a dirty whore. I put on a slutty outfit, a dress two sizes too small for me. I walked into an ethnic club. That is just a polite way of saying an African American club. I wanted gang banged and black men love my big old booty. I wasn’t in the club long before a gang of brothers swarmed me. They didn’t ask my name or anything. They didn’t care about my name. They saw a thick white girl and they pulled out their cocks. They just wanted to fuck me. That’s all I wanted too. They groped me and ripped my clothes off. Fingers went in my cunt, many at a time. They started slamming dicks in my ass and pussy at the same time while slapping my ass and pulling my hair. They fucked me like savages Grunting, drooling, groping me, while calling me names. My cunt was so wet. I knew they would use me like a bitch in heat. They turned me into a cum dumpster. Big black rods squirted their hot jizz all over my thick body. Their limp dicks looked huge still. They slapped me with their dicks. Many black dicks in my face for a few minutes and they were hard again. By the time they were done with me, I was covered in jizz and waking funny. Just what this submissive slut wanted.
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Submissive Whore for the Brothers
Cock Worshiping Santa’s Helper
Cock worshiping Christmas was what Master wanted. He is the boss of me, so he gets what he wants. I thought it meant I would be sucking his dick until Christmas, like a Twelve Days of Christmas thing. He had something else in mind. He wanted me to service all his clients with my mouth. He didn’t care if I was drowning in cum. He told me happy clients keep coming back and everyone is happy when a bitch swallows. I sat in a chair with wheels and rolled myself down an assembly line of men sucking dick. I was a blow bang office whore. I am a good cock sucker, but this was a lot of cock, even for a submissive slut like me. I was struggling not to puke from all the cum. My former master never shared me. This one pimps me out more than he uses me for himself. I was gagging on cock, but the more I gagged, the harder they skull fucked me. After all 30 something men came in my mouth, I excused myself to the bathroom. I puked up chunky sperm filled cum. Master came in to the bathroom and was not pleased. A good whore doesn’t puke up cum. A good whore is thankful for the gift of cum. He held my face in the toilet, forcing me to lick up the cum puke I deposited in the toilet. I was gagging from the smell of cum and puke mixed together, but if I didn’t do what he instructed, it would be far worse for me. By the time he released my face from the toilet, I was a hot mess. I was ordered to fix my hair and make-up, but on a smile and go back out to be Santa’s little cum dumpster and submissive whore.
I Love Being a Bondage Whore
I love being a bondage whore, but it does get me into some predicaments. Tony answered my ad on a fetish site. I was looking to get tied up and I did. The problem was once he had me bound and gagged, he brought over some friends. Not what I was planning nor what was agreed on. He didn’t give a fuck. He had me in such a position that my hands were tied behind my back with strong rope and my ass was in the air. I watched as he collected money from these guys to fuck me. He was pimping me out to strangers. They fucked my ass for hours. No lube, no condoms. Just hours of hard core ass fucking. Cum was running out of my ass like the river Styx. More guys came in, laid their money down and started fucking my ass. Some just nutted on my face and laughed at what a cum dumpster I was. It was humiliating and exciting at the same time. After all the guys were done fucking this submissive slut, Tony took his turn. He seemed to enjoy my dirty cum drenched fuck holes. I can’t wait to see him again.
Submissive Whore Torture
Sometimes I swear this submissive whore has a death wish. I keep getting myself into dangerous situations. I went to a guy’s house who I met in an online BDSM chat room this week. I know I am not supposed to trust strangers. I know you can never know some one you meet on the Internet, but I was craving abuse. I need constant attention from men. Even negative attention is attention. I showed up at the address he gave me. Everything seemed fine initially, but then I drank a glass of wine and woke up naked tied to this old fashioned rack in his basement. We were not alone. He had a group of men there, apparently who paid to do what they wanted to the stupid whore who showed up at a stranger’s house. I feared I might not survive the encounter. I did, but I didn’t return home unscathed. Every male there got to do something to me. Some explored their rape phone sex fantasies, others went the torture and pain route. I was blindfolded, so I could only see shadows and hear men talking about what they wanted to do to me. As I laid there tied to the rack fearing I might be ripped in half, they joked about what they could do to me. They joked about tearing my limbs off and gangbanging my stump. They didn’t kill me, however there were times I wished I was dead. They whipped me with leather belts. They jacked off on me. They force fucked me. They pulled my limbs until I cried from the pain. They pissed on me. They flicked the ashes of their cigarettes on me too. I was let go, but I was informed if I called the cops or blasted them on social media, I would end up dead. Somehow, I knew it was true. I just feel lucky to be a live to tell about it.















