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Submissive Slut Jacqueline Loves Ass To Mouth

submissive slutAs I leaned back against the wall being the submissive slut I am, I knew what was next- ass to mouth. My eyes locked onto his, signaling him to come closer. He hesitated for a moment before stepping up to me, his hard cock still dripping with our combined juices. Without breaking eye contact, I reached behind me and grabbed hold of his thick shaft once again.

“You like that?” I purred as he moaned in response. “Well then you’re gonna love this.”

Slowly but surely, I lowered myself down until my mouth was just above his swollen head. My tongue darted out to tease the sensitive skin before taking him deep into my throat on one smooth motion. His hips buckled slightly at the unexpected move but he quickly regained control as he felt himself disappear inside my warmth once more – only this time it was different; much more intimate than before because there was no barrier between us now except for thin layer of saliva connecting our bodies together even tighter than before!

began bobbing up and down on his cock while sucking harder each time we made contact at either end – ass-to-mouth perfection! The taste of him mixed with myself sent shivers down my spine as every thrust pushed deeper into both orifices simultaneously causing an indescribable sensation within me that left me wanting more…and so did he judging by how loudly he groaned each time our bodies met at their most vulnerable points creating an erotic symphony only we could hear amidst all chaos around us!

My hands gripped tighter onto his hips, pulling him even closer as I took more of him into my mouth and throat. The feeling of having both ends filled at once was exhilarating; it made me feel so wanted and desired by this man who couldn’t seem to get enough either! His fingers dug into my hair while he thrust harder against my face which only encouraged me further down the rabbit hole we were creating together – a place where boundaries didn’t exist anymore except for our primal needs taking over every inch of skin on contact!

Daddy’s whipping whore

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Daddy had a stressful week but luckily for him, I was right there for him to take his stress out on. As soon as he walked in the door, he was ripping his belt through the loops, tearing it off to whip my ass. Daddy knows what a naughty slut I’ve been, talking dirty to all of these men. He’s not a jealous master but he still likes his slave to ask permission to cum and I didn’t. He’s been waiting all day to come home and punish his slut.  I’ve been warned too many times to count. I know what Daddy expects of me but the way he punishes me turns me on so much!

 The whole time he’s scolding me with his deep, booming voice all I can think of is how strong and dominant he is.

I knelt in front of him on the floor waiting. He stood behind me, his deep breaths filling the otherwise silent room. Without a word, he reached down and snatched my panties down to my thighs. I could feel the trickle of cunt juices starting to escape my hot fuck box.

“Stay still you worthless Slut!,” he ordered. I knew what to expect and bit my bottom lip to keep from accidentally crying out. Daddy’s belt came down hard across both of butt cheeks. The sharp crack of the leather echoed across the room. My skin burned and stinged but I stayed as still as possible. The next belt lash landed just above the first, creating a thick, red welt on my skin.

The stinging pain from each strike of his belt was hard to ignore.

 “Count them,” Daddy ordered. “One… two… three…” my voice trembled as his belt landed harder and harder across my blistered, red skin. By the count of ten, my ass was burning and starting to bruise and my pussy had grown all slick and wet. Daddy’s hard dick pressed into my belly and I wanted him to fuck me more than ever before.

Call and jerk your dick for me while I tell you about Daddy noticing my soaked cunt after his intense spanking. He force fucked me like a worthless cum whore and your dick is going to throb when you hear the details.

 

Sexy Bondage with my master had me suspended and getting filled

Sexy bondage with my Master and I’m still leaking cum and pussy juice just typing this. Last night my Beast Master turned me into his drooling, rope bound fuck meat with the most twisted exotic shibari I’ve ever felt. I knelt like an eager whore while he wrapped those rough ropes around my body, tying tight diamond patterns that crushed my tits until they swelled purple and my nipples throbbed like little cocks. The ropes dug deep into my soft flesh! My arms were wrenched behind me, elbows lashed together so tight my tits stuck out like obscene offerings. He hoisted me up until only my toes scraped the floor, legs forced apart, asshole and dripping hole completely exposed. The ropes bit into my flesh, turning me into a suspended cum dump canvas. I was moaning like a bitch in heat before he even touched me. Please destroy your worthless whore, I begged. He laughed, grabbed my rope tied tits and slapped them hard, then rammed a massive vibrating wand right against my clit. The first orgasm ripped through me so violently I squirted all over the floor, pussy juices spraying everywhere while my cunt clenched uselessly around nothing. He kept going, edging my oversensitive pussy until I was screaming, tears running down my face, ropes creaking as I thrashed. Finally, he shoved his thick, cock own my throat, face-fucking me until I gagged and drooled spit all over my bound tits. Then he switched holes slamming into my sopping cunt, pounding me so hard the ropes burned my skin while he growled about breeding his rope slut. He filled me with hot, thick loads until it was oozing out around his cock and dripping down my ass. I’m addicted. Master Beast knows how to destroy me!sexy bondage

Cum Slut Phone Sex whores like me can’t go a day without a load

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Cum Slut Phone Sex whores like me can’t go a day without a load in one of my holes.

I don’t care if it’s down my throat, up my ass, or in my little cunt, I only need Daddy’s load.

I crave and yearn for your cock when you aren’t inside me.

You are my favorite taste, and when I dream of your salty jizz, I can taste it on my tongue.

I need to feel every single wrinkle of your ball sack, feel the texture on my taste buds.

I need you daddy, deep inside me.

Exploding in my mouth or exploding in my pussy, either way I am going to drink you up.

And not leave a single drop inside you after I’m done milking you.

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Submissive Slut Training Continues With Cock Worshiping

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He sat back in his leather chair, legs spread wide. He didn’t say a word, just flicked his fingers, signaling me to crawl. I slid across the floor on my belly, my bruised ass stinging, until I reached his crotch.

 

“Open wide, bitch,” he commanded.

 

I looked up at his thick, pulsing cock, already leaking a bead of pre-cum. I wrapped my lips around the head, sucking greedily, trying to please him. He groaned, but then suddenly grabbed my hair, shoving his shaft deep into my throat.

 

I gagged, my eyes watering, but he didn’t let up. He used my mouth as a sheath, pumping his hips violently, slamming his cock against the back of my throat.

 

“Suck it, you fucking hole,” he growled, his voice thick with lust. “You were born to serve this cock. Your only purpose in life is to keep me hard and keep this dick clean.”

 

I focused on the taste of him, the salt and musk, swirling my tongue around the rim while he throttled my neck. He began to speed up, his breath hitching. With one final, brutal thrust that nearly choked me, he erupted. Hot, thick cum flooded my mouth, coating my tongue and throat.

 

“Swallow every drop, slut. Don’t waste a single bit of my seed.”

 

I swallowed hard, licking his cock clean until not a single smear remained.

Submissive Whore is The Best For Cock Worship

As a dedicated submissive whore, my entire existence revolves around serving you. And the singular, driving need to worship cock with a religious intensity.
Consequently, the second I see a hard, throbbing shaft, my mind goes blank. And my body instinctively reacts. So, my pussy is soaking through my lace panties in anticipation.
First, I start unzipping his pants. All so as to reveal the thick, pulsing vein of his cock. Then I lean in as I breathe in the musky scent. That scent of raw masculinity.
Next, I use my tongue to trace along that shaft. Ultimately, licking from those heavy balls up to that leaking tip. And tasting every drop of pre-cum.
Next, I open my mouth wide and slide my throat over the head. Thus, I suck with a desperate hunger. And it’s a hunger that makes me moan.
Now, I love the feeling of being stretched. And the way his cock fills my mouth until I’m gagging and drooling.  So, completely dominated by his size. After all Cock worshiping is my pleasure, and duty.
Furthermore, I crave the feeling of being used. And just a mere tool for his pleasure. So, I spend hours alternating between deep-throating him. And rubbing my clit against his thighs.
Ultimately, worshipping the organ that owns me. Finally, the peak arrives when he grabs my hair. And forces my face deeper, pumping his load directly down my throat.
At last, I swallow every thick drop of cum. And I am proud to be nothing more than a hole for his release.
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Rape Phone Sex Fantasies Men of All Ages Harbor

rape phone sex fantasiesMost men harbor rape phone sex fantasies. That’s why phone sex lines like mine exist. A virtual force fuck may not feel as gratifying, but it keeps you out of jail. I overheard two young guys at the BDSM club talking about how it should be their right to take their wife whenever they want. If they get married, she’s property. It shocked me to hear such young guys talking like that. In my world, mostly older men think like that. Many old school men believe the wife stays at home, cooks and raises the family. But even my master beliefs in safe words and wants my consent.

These two boys appear to be trust fund boys. They come from money. And they’ve never known struggle. They don’t know rock bottom because of their financial net to catch them when they fall. Money gets them out of trouble. I’ve never really known that.

Master asked that I come to the club Friday morning to make sure everything appeared stocked for the party that evening. Two of the newer members, the trust fund boys, waited for the club to open. I figured why not let them in since I would be there for a couple hours stocking the bar and preparing for the party later.

The boys just wanted to smoke a stogie and enjoy some bourbon. So, I let them. That was my mistake. Perhaps they wanted me to hear their conversation. But I acted like I was in my own world. The way they talked reminded me of my father. That scared me. I am submissive whore, but misogynistic men scare me. They do not follow any rules.

Sometimes, It’s Better That Master Does Not Know Everything

After I finished inventory and party prep, I told the boys I needed to close the bar, but they could come back tonight. But they did not want to hear that. They told me that since my master is not around, I should listen to them. That was a mistake on their part. Master would bar them from the club just for that. So, I insisted they leave. But they weren’t going to let a submissive woman or any woman tell them what to do. They came behind the bar and pinned me in a corner.

They started to grope my tits and choke me too. One of them even slapped me repeatedly. My body belongs to my master. And  he wouldn’t accept this behavior. Everybody that’s a member of this BDSM club knows they can only tie me up and spank me. Anything else requires master’s approval. I’m his prized pony. Something that hasn’t happened in a long time happened. They force fucked me..

But I know these boys can get away with murder. Their last name and their money buys them a get out of jail free card every time. I knew if I pushed this master or I could end up dead. So, I just laid there like a rag doll. And two guys not even born yet when I became a submissive sex slave, fucked my ass and my pussy. Left me full of cum. Ligature marks around my neck too. My battered ass and pussy look like raw hamburger meat. Those boys did a number on me. But in their world, I only exist for their pleasure. So, what do you think? Do I exist only for your pleasure too?

Bukkake Phone Sex fantasies 10 Big Black Cocks use me like a fuck hole.

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Bukkake Phone Sex fantasies of when 10 Big Black Cocks used me just a little fuck hole.

Two men dragging me by my open legs to the middle of the floor.

Another man ripped off all my clothes, exposing my little breasts and bald, smooth little cunt.

They told me I’ve been a bad, naughty girl who needs to be taught a lesson on how to be a good whore.

All 10 men dropped their pants, revealing their long, thick, black, hard cocks, and went to town on my body.

One cock fucked my face, another man fucked my ass, and another stretched out my little pussy!

Two dicks in each hand, jerking them off, and two guys sucking on each titty, and the final 3 stroking their cocks to the whole scene!!

I am completely overtaken and being used like the good whore I am!

But the grand finale is all of them finishing on top of me.

Opening my mouth wide, hoping to catch a taste of every single man!

Yummy!

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Bondage Whore Jacqueline Describes Being At Masters Mercy

I love being a bondage whore because it allows me to fully embrace my submissive side and please my Master in the most intimate ways possible. The feeling of being restrained, helpless yet desired is incredibly arousing for me. It heightens all my senses and makes me yearn for even more pleasure.

When I’m bound, every move becomes deliberate and sensual as I try to entice my Master with my body language alone. My cunt is always wet with anticipation, eagerly awaiting his touch or cock to fill it up completely. The sound of chains clinking against each other only adds to the erotic atmosphere we create together.

As he approaches me, his hardened cock pressing against his pants serves as a reminder that he too is turned on by our kinky playtime. Watching him undress slowly while maintaining eye contact sends shivers down my spine knowing what’s about to happen next – total submission at his hands (or rather chains).

The moment he enters me feels like heaven on earth; so full yet still wanting more! His thrusts are powerful yet gentle enough not break any bones but they do make sure everyone knows who owns whom here tonight – including passersby if there were any… Our moans echo off the walls creating an auditory symphony only we can hear amidst this sea of darkness lit only by candlelight flickering across our sweaty bodies entwined in passionate union under these restrictive circumstances designed specifically for us both enjoyment immensely!

My pussy grips his cock tightly, milking every last drop of pleasure from him as he takes me roughly against the cold metal restraints. The pain mixed with pleasure is exquisite and I can feel myself getting wetter by the second anticipating what comes next.

As we reach our climax together, my body shudders uncontrollably under his weight while mine remains still due to being bound so perfectly for this very purpose – serving only at His will without resistance or hesitation… Our release echoes through the room like thunder clapping in approval after a storm has passed; signifying not just physical satisfaction but also emotional connection achieved between us two deviants locked away in our own little world filled solely by lustful desires fulfilled within these four walls adorned only with leather straps holding fast fragile human forms ready to be used however their Master sees fit!Bondage whore

Slave Training is What a Submissive Whore Like Me Needs

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I knelt on the cold tile, shivering, my naked skin pebbled. He stood over me, the heavy leather paddle in his hand. I’d failed to keep my mouth shut during dinner, and now I was paying for it.

“Bend over, you useless piece of meat,” he spat.

I scrambled to obey, arching my back and shoving my ass high in the air. I heard the whistle of the paddle cutting through the air before it slammed into my right cheek. CRACK.

I screamed, my body jerking forward.

“Shut your fucking mouth!” he roared, the second strike landing harder, overlapping the first. CRACK. “You don’t get to make noise unless I tell you to, you pathetic bitch.”

He didn’t stop. He rained down blow after blow, the leather chewing into my flesh. My cheeks turned a violent shade of purple, swelling and stinging with a heat that felt like fire. Every time I tried to shift, he gripped my hair, yanking my head back to force me to look at my own trembling, ruined ass.

“Look at it,” he sneered, delivering a final, bone-jarring strike that left me sobbing. “This is where you belong. Under my boot, getting beaten like the mindless slut you are. You’re nothing but a toy for my amusement.”

I whimpered, pressing my forehead to the floor, completely broken.