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Pissing phone sex
So I have this guys who I occasionally hook up with. I think he likes me because of how much of a stupid bitch I am. I guess I don’t blame him, I am a bit of a bimbo. I have a lot of assets though! I am the perfect fuck toy. He likes to make me make a mockery of myself. He tells me to get on my knees and open my eyeballs so he can piss right in them. It’s so warm and it smells! It burns too, but I keep them open. Most bitches would close them, but that is why he enjoys my company. I am that much of a stupid cunt bitch that I will listen to whatever he says. One of his favorite things is for me to talk about niggers. That’s right big nigger cock and purple pussy. If I’d fuck them, I got to talk about them. I get to tell him a bunch of dirty things, and if I’m a good little subbie twat he will smack my face, call me bitch, and demand more. I’m happy to deliver to him. I crave for him to treat me like the little cum slut fucking whore that I am. I am not really good for much else, am I? Really though, what stupid bitch is? If we have pussies and are some what pretty, we are all stupid cunts that are only good for fucking. I knew that was my purpose, I knew that from day one I had to be be a twat, with gapping holes that need to be filled. I think I have and continue to fulfill my purpose.
Submissive Phone Sex on Earth and in Hell
Submissive phone sex means I am submissive to you. Actually, I am submissive to anyone and anything, even demons and other non entities. A few years ago, I was asleep in my bed, bound to the bed posts and gagged by my Master who would release me in the morning. Fast asleep; helpless. Yet I somehow awoke in a very dark place. It looked like my bedroom, but not my house. Was I dreaming or had I been kidnapped from my bedroom? I was trembling, scared. Had master arranged a midnight encounter? Then I felt something huge penetrate my ass. Something hot and very thick. I couldn’t see a thing, but I felt it. The same sensation hit me from the front. Huge, hot, spiked dildos is what I thought. Then I was lifted up in the air. How was Master doing this? Had he drugged me with something hallucinogenic?
I felt strong warm, really warm, arms around my waist, squeezing me tightly. So tightly, I thought I would I burst. I was clearly being double penetrated. But by who and where? I’m a good submissive fuck pig. I allowed whomever was molesting me to continue uninterrupted. The question was not who was fucking me but what. There were mirrors in the dark room. I saw my reflection and the red glow of a demon. Horns, razor sharp teeth, dragon like extremities, snake like skin. Was I in hell? Had I died? I wanted to scream, but I told myself this was some sort of nightmare or drug induced hallucination. If it wasn’t, surely it was staged by my Master. Perhaps an elaborate rape fantasy.
I was force fucked by Satan or his spawn for hours. The next thing I remember was waking up in my bed again, restrained like before. No one in sight. My pussy and ass filled with some gelatinous material, and gashes all over my body. And a pentagram branded on my inner thigh. I was the devil’s bitch too.










