
Where I live, Halloween meant one thing: bare bottom spankings. I couldn’t help but feel a tingle of excitement in the air and between my legs. I knew that someone would be waiting for me, ripping off my clothes, tying me up and giving me a trick or a treat. When I walked into my house, this big fat throbbing cock white guy is waiting for me. He wasted no time in grabbing me and tearing off my clothes, leaving me tied up and exposed. “I’m going to spank that black nigga ass of yours,” he growled, he places me across his lap. His hand smacked my phat ass with a loud smack, sending shivers of pleasure through my body. “You like that?” he asked, noticing my wetness. “That’s right, you’re a sweet nigga cunt looking for some Halloween fun.” He continued to spank me while his fingers explored my glory hole, making me moan with pleasure. “You’re not supposed to like it,” he scolded before giving me another hard slap. But I couldn’t help it; I wanted him desperately. “Please make me cum,” I begged. Without hesitation, he positioned himself in front of me and slid into my tight wetness with ease. “I love this nigga cunt,” he moaned as he pounded relentlessly into me until I squirted all over him and he released all over me. It was definitely the best trick or treat I had ever received.
Tag: Rape phone sex fantasies
Cock worshiping on my knees makes me a good submissive whore
Cock worshiping on my knees, before you, is where I need to be. My mind is consumed with thoughts of being completely restrained and at your mercy.
The thought of being unable to move, to be totally helpless, fills me with a sense of arousal that is almost indescribable. I long to feel the cold metal of handcuffs around my wrists and ankles, the tightness of rope digging into my flesh.
I revel in the feeling of vulnerability as I am bound and at your mercy. Worshiping on my knees is my ultimate act of submission.
I crave the feeling of your hard, throbbing shaft against my lips, the taste of your precum on my tongue as I pleasure you. I am your good submissive whore, eager to serve and please you in any way you desire.
I need to suffer, to feel the sting of a whip against my bare skin, the bite of a collar around my neck. The more extreme the bondage, the harder I come. I am a hardcore bondage slave, and I will always be.
Being a Extreme bondage whore is about pure submission. Spit in my face and slap that man cock on it. Treat me like the trashy cum dumpster I am.
The feeling of surrendering control, of giving myself over to you, is incredibly titillating. It allows me to let go of all my inhibitions and fully embrace getting my holes wrecked.
Submissive Whore Venice needs a rough master.
Submissive Whore Venice needs a rough master. Will you be my mean master? I like it rough. Give me all the cock. Have that fantasy rape without the fun parts. After all, I really do need to have the pain. Liking pain is all inconsequential if you tell me not to like it.
Tell me what I am. Would you like to beat me? To be sure it will be a blast. Pimping me out. Making me cheat on my husband. He is already cuckolded. Next you can make me tell him. Even though I cheat on him I have never been forced to tell him.
As long as you are happy that is all that matters. All that is left is for you to tell me if you want Rape phone sex fantasies and will it be with a hardcore pain or light.
What will you make me do next master? Claim me? Beat me? I need the rough master. I do so like it. In due time, I will be your complete slave. As you wish will be done as soon as you order it.
Which means here and there I am yours. All yours. Keep me nearby. Beneath you. Your will slave.
Bondage Whore Gets Resourceful After Left Tied Up on Her Bed
This bondage whore gets tied up often. And I mean that figuratively and literally. Sometimes, I get on long calls and cannot take care of other horny men. And sometimes I get tied up on my bed and cannot even get to the bathroom. My son stopped by last night to do laundry. My son moved into his own apartment last year. And my daughter went to UCLA in August. Empty nest syndrome.
Suddenly, I have so much more time on my hands. My master retired mostly from law. My two offspring flew the coup. So, I dabble on Fet Life, Tinder and at the BDSM club where I help since my master owns it. But I did not go to the club last night because my son came over. And honestly, I should have just let him come over and gone to the club while he did laundry. But I wanted to cook for him.
Sometimes, Family Can Be the Cruelest People You Know
My relationship with my son turned complicated years ago. Although it has improved, he does not really care for my submissive whore lifestyle. Neither does my daughter. Even though my submissive lifestyle gave them a nice house, a quality education, new clothes every year, food, entertainment and college funds. They do not respect the sacrifices I made for them. But I still love them even if they only tolerate me.
My son started an argument with me last night, and when I stood up to him, he tied me up and left me on my bed. He force fucked my asshole because he did not want to knock up his whore mommy. I felt relief for that. I do not want another ungrateful brat. But once he took his frustration out on mommy’s ass, he left me tied up on the bed. No one would come to untie me. So, I needed to get resourceful.
But before I could roll myself off the bed, and crawl to the kitchen to find something sharp to cut the ties, I had pissed the bed. This submissive slut now has bruises and bumps from falling off the bed. And rope burns on my wrists and ankles. Sometimes family can treat you the worst.
Submissive Slut Bernice Entertained Rough Teenage Boys
As a submissive slut, I do what I am told to do, even if I do not like it. It’s not about my pleasure because my master’s pleasure matters the most. And I have never said no, not even when the idea of what he wanted me to do scared me. As a whore, no master accepts no for an answer. My job literally involves doing what I am told to do.
Over the weekend, master needed me to do a favor for a potential client. Master does not pimp me out exactly. However, he does dangle me like a carrot in front of very wealthy potential clients. Although my master mostly retired from law, he does take on occasionally some big estates that need planning, and wills and trusts drawn up. It requires minimal work, for a big profit.
This guy wanted a submissive sex whore to service his grandson and his friends at a private party. This potential client comes from a generation of wealthy men who hired pros to take young boys’ virginity and make them men. But he did not trust any online whores not to extort his family if they found out about the family of their client. And you just do not find street corner whores anymore. Not easily at least.
Even Schoolboys Can Enjoy a Submissive Slave
Although I did not want to do it, I did. Like I said, slaves never can say no. So, I showed up and did what master instructed me to do. But this boy and his friends went hard on my pussy and ass all weekend. I am still recovering. These young teenage boys seem like monsters. They fucked me hard. Ass, pussy mouth. They did not care what hole they fucked. And sometimes they shoved two or three cocks in a hole at the same time. They even pissed down my throat and up my ass.
I felt relief when my time with them ended. But I felt destroyed too. All my holes felt sore and swollen. And I now sport some bruises from where they grabbed me and pinned me to the floor. This submissive whore sealed the deal for her master. But boy did I pay the price.
The Brunette’s Bondage: A Nasty Narrative
As a brunette beauty, I exude a different kind of allure, a dark and mysterious charm that beckons dominate males. My hair is a beacon, attracting the most sadistic of masters. I’m not just a possession—I’m an obsession.My current owner is no different. He found me, a stray ready to be tamed, and put a collar around my neck. To the world, I’m a submissive slave, but to him, I’m his prized possession, his personal whore.
I’m often left bound and gagged, awaiting his return. The click of his boots signals my reward, and IArch my back in anticipation. He relishes in my helplessness, taking advantage of my vulnerable state.His hands explore my body, and his lips leave marks where they touch. I’m his canvas, and he’s the artist, painting me with bruises and bite marks. The pain is a symphony, a precursor to the main event.
He pulls my hair, forcing my head back as he thrusts his thick, pulsing cock down my throat. I gag, but he doesn’t care, using my mouth as his personal playground. My eyes water, but the tears only add to his pleasure. The brunette in me emerges as I take his abuse, craving more. I’m a nasty little slut, and I love it when he treats me like one. My pussy drips with anticipation, and my ass twitches, eager for his invasion.














