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His Rape Phone Sex Fantasies

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He said he had rape phone sex fantasies. I thought he meant fantasy. I role play all the time. I thought I would be role playing a damsel in distress for him. He was hot and wealthy. I was hoping we would keep on dating. We went out to dinner. Maybe for some it was not polite dinner conversation, but hearing his violent fantasies made my cunt wet. I like rough sex. I have never minded being called names or having my hair pulled. I like a good spanking too. I was ready to indulge his fantasies when we got back to his place, but I was not given a chance. The moment we got back to his place, he punched me in the face. He pinned me against the wall like I was a bug. He yanked my panties off so hard they left a burn mark on my skin. I fought him. I told him this was too much and I wanted to go, but he just jammed his fist up my cunt while hurling insults at me. This was no fantasy. This was no role play. This was him doing whatever the fuck he wanted. The more I fought, the more he hurt me. Eventually, I just gave up fighting. He nutted, tossed a $20 at me and told me to take an Uber home. I wanted a relationship. He just wanted to abuse me.

Please Let Me Cum!

Extreme Fetish Phone SexHow much more can I take? You’ve been at it for hours, swinging between giving me the most succulent tickle torture of my life, and the cruelest orgasm denial ever wrought. My cunt is dripping for you, Master. I have to piss so badly; I’m trying so hard to hold it. Your cock is harder than diamond; I can see it throbbing through your jeans, huge and ready for me. You edge me again, assaulting my poor overstimulated pussy with a high vibration Hitatchi wand. I’m begging and screaming before twenty seconds has even passed. I’m on the edge of cumming, my cunt is pleading for just a tiny push over the edge. And like that, the vibrator is gone, replaced with still air. Then, my assailants are feathers; all over my soles, across my belly, under my arms. You flick and tease my dusky nipples, my clit is begging for release. I can’t stop laughing; I can’t breathe. I don’t know if I’m going to pass out or piss myself first. “PLEASE MASTER I HAVE TO GO S-S-SO BADLY!” I scream, cackling from your tickles the entire time. Then, you pose the impossible question as you flick a feather across my clitty. “Do you want to cum, or piss?” I always choose piss. Your punishments are too harsh. And this is how I haven’t cum since Christmas; all I know is this torture, day in and day out. Please, Master, let me cum!

Baseball Bat To The Cunt Made Me Wet

Slave TrainingI got fucked up at a party the other night, like the druggy cunt I am. I ended up chained to a wall, getting railed by four big, black cocks all at once. They used me like a cocksleeve, a little fuck puppet. I had snorted so much coke, I didn’t care. Their leader hung me from the ceiling, chained by my saggy tits.
My eight inch pumps were barely brushing the ground. Fuck it hurt! I was dripping wet by the time they took a wooden baseball bat to my pussy. I screamed; because fuck it hurt, but I couldn’t help but want more. I became their piñata; they cracked my ribs, ripped at my hair, pulled out my teeth.
I was in the sweetest agony, a heaven in hell. Every time they landed a blow, the tears leaked from my eyes, the blood from my cuts, and a thick, sticky wetness from my cunt. Offering me more coke, they put a pigs mask on me now. Their side of bacon; I was squealing like Suey herself. A bat to the temple knocked me out. When I woke up, I was tucked into bed, all cleaned up. The manacles around my wrists let me know I was trapped; again.

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Fucked While On A Run – Wet

Bondage SubmissionMy cunt was soaking wet by the time he’d cut off my running shorts. “You always run by, teasing me. Fucking bitch.” He spit on me, tightening his grip on my throat. “You never wear any panties. I always see your pussy lips.” He brought the knife up to my throat. The woods started to go dark. He’d pulled me off the trail, and dragged me down by the creek.
When I regained consciousness, he was slamming his cock down my throat. I choked around it, begging for a breath. He pulled out, and slapped me hard across my cheek. “Wake up, cunt. I want my cock sleeve to remember how this feels.” The man shoved me, so I was bent over a fallen tree. He forced his cock into my tight little asshole, dry. I was crying, but growing wetter by the second. Shoving two fingers into my cunt, he spit on me again. “The bitch likes to get fucked.”
He used me, again and again, until he left me with a cum filled cunt, and a broken nose. Sobbing, I reached down to see his cum mixed with blood, and mixed with my cum, too.

Beaten Bloody – Hooks For Whores

Hardcore BondageHow many days have I been trapped in this dungeon, used and abused? I don’t know. Four, maybe five? I know I get beaten unconscious more than once a day. My pussy stays wet, and my bruises stay dark. Just last night, I was hanging from the ceiling by hooks. I’ve never been in so much pain, or so humiliated in my entire life.
They suspended me with what felt like a million sharp steel hooks. All through my tits, my thighs, my stomach. Even my poor pussy got a taste. It took what felt like hours to hang me, and then, they left me. In total darkness, with only the sound of my own breathing. Eventually they came back. I froze in terror, but my needy cunt gave me away. I was slick as a driveway in December as I watched six men walk in with baseball bats.
For hours, I was their human pinata. They would come, take a crack at my ribs, and watch me swing. The more I screamed, the harder they tried to get the candy out. They finally took a shot at a Grand Slam. One of the men started to force the bat into my abused cunt. He stretched me out. I was crying, and begging for release from my bonds, but a bat to the mouth shut me up. He started to fuck me with the bat. When I was right on the edge of cumming, my poor exhausted body doing anything it could to stay alert, he ripped it out, and took a swing. Full force, right to the cunny. The pain was beyond me, and I passed out. How much longer would I be trapped here? Was I going to make it out alive? Irrelevant questions; did I even truly want to escape? My heart said yes, but my greedy cunt told me no.

Kidnapped And Kept

Rape Phone Sex FantasiesI didn’t know who they were or what they wanted. All I knew is that there were at least six of them, and all of my holes were filled with at least one cock. I’m pretty sure there were two in my ass. I was leaving for the night, locking up my business. Well I was heading to my car, someone called my name.

Stupid slutty me turned around, tripping over my 8 inch pump heels. My head hit the pavement. The next thing I knew, I was handcuffed, spread eagle, and blindfolded. It felt like we were moving so I guess we were in the back of their van. I was crying, but my pussy was giving away how excited I was.

They’re taking my clothes, my sight, my freedom. Now they were taking me, and using me the way I was meant to be. I was dripping, begging for them to stop while my cunny pleaded for more. I was slurping cum, sucking cock. I was helpless against the way they were raping me. Unwanted or not, my cunt wanted it. I kept cumming, getting wetter and wetter. That just egged them on.

The cock in my ass must have been at least 10 inches, and thicker than three of my fingers. He was destroying me from the inside out. The two in my pussy were equal sized. I was being stretched to my limits, choking on the cock down my throat. I couldn’t stop crying; I couldn’t stop cumming. Fuck it all hurt so bad. I blacked out. That didn’t stop them.

When I awoke I was cum-stained but unchained. Naked and alone in a dark room with a cold, stone floor. I was being watched. “Look, our cocksleeve is awake.” The pain was more than I could handle. And yet, I needed it all over again.

Erotic Submissive Stories With Bo

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Oh, hello there. How are you, Sir? Do you want to hear about some of the experiences I’ve had? Oh, I’d love to tell you some erotic submissive stories. I am such a good girl and I will always do what’s best to please my Master. Once you hear some of the things I’ve been told to do and then I’ve done them with a smile on my face. It’s just who I am as a person and I’d love to tell you so you can be my new Master, if you find that I am worthy enough.
I’ll just tell you a bit about one of the first Masters I ever had. He instructed me to sit on my knees with my nose in the corner until he wanted me. When he called for me, I would crawl over and ask him what I could do to make him happy. Sometimes he would want nothing more than a blow job. But sometimes, he would tell me to crawl into his bedroom and put on the outfit he’d laid out for me. Once I did that, that’s when the fun would begin. Sometimes it would just be him using my body, but sometimes he’d bring over a bunch of his friends. Oh boy, that was so much fun. Call me, Sir, and let me tell you all about it.

Submissive whore is tormented

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I can’t think straight I squirm around as i am held down. Master pinched my nipple with some clamps. I scream out in a little of pain it was muffled by the gag ball! His full weight was on top of me as i squirm and wiggled about. Masters’ hand came down and slapped me across the face. I felt my pussy get wet i love when he is rough with me. The clamps were on tight my nipples tingled in pain and pleasure. He reached between my legs and smacked my pussy, Once twice and then three times really hard and quick. I felt my pussy lips swell up as he pushed in and toyed with my clit.  Soon he pushed his cock in me and Fucked my little sore pussy silly!

Bondage and Submission at the Beach

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The beaches are closed, but people are still adamant on going and my Master thought it would be the perfect place to parade me around as his pet whore and perhaps even humiliate and degrade me, with an audience to witness. He did just that and I was so happy to please him. First he dressed me in my collar and leash, along with something extremely slutty. He had me crawling beside him as he walked me and of course people couldn’t help but to stare. He could tell which ones were truly enjoying the show and would call them over to come pet me. Well, it started with pets, but it wasn’t long until he had both men and women giving me spanks. He even demanded I slip my panties off and go hand them to the lifeguard at the tower near by. Which I did of course. He eventually found another bondage and submission whore like me to bring back to our place that afternoon and things got really wild there.It’s amazing how many independent type women actually crave this lifestyle sexually. It’s always fun to find a man who can take us on that adventure.

Cock Worshiping Bo

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In my years as a dedicated submissive, I have yet to come a cock quite like yours. Your amazing dick gives cock worshiping an entirely new meaning. I’d like to make a religion out of serving your beautiful cock. It is perfection and every little slut ought to see and experience what it’s like to have their whore mouths wrapped around it. It’s so thick and delicious and whenever I think about it, I lose sight of all my senses and become this cock crazed whore, obsessed with pleasing you and making you cum. I can’t wait for you to cum over later so that I can greet you on my knees, dressed in something extremely slutty. I have to make sure your cock is nice and hard as soon as you walk in the door. A cock like that deserves tending to immediately after a long, hard day at the office. I’m already salivating as I think about licking this tongue up and down those popping veins, while I get to massage those full cum filled balls. Hurry home to your cock worshiping harlot, sexy.