It’s that special time of year and all the girls think they have to be a good girl to get presents from Santa. But that’s total bullshit. If you want to get the really good stuff, you have to be a dirty little slut. Santa, or those dirty old perverted men that you’ve been fucking, will give you absolutely anything you want as long as you’re a good fuck. You can’t just be all into the vanilla fantasies. No, you have to get super nasty with them and that’s when they will make you a super happy slut.
If you’re a guy who is looking for a girl like that, you don’t have to look any further. I’m more than willing to do the things other girls won’t do. I guess you could say that I have no limits at all. I haven’t found anything that I won’t do to make a man happy. It is my duty as a woman to appease your desires and needs. So don’t worry about telling me all the taboo fantasies you have. They’ll probably just turn me on as much as they turn you on. I think we’ll have a ton of fun together. I hope that you are the incredible naughty Daddy Santa that I seek.
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A Santa To Submit To
Bondage phone sex
My nipples were swollen and purple, so very tender and sensitive. My wrists, burned like they are on fire. Many body parts are numb, some are black and blue with bruises, and some parts have fresh and dried blood. I have been starved, only given cum to drink and am extremely malnourished. Nipple clamps are on, matched with clamps on my pussy lips too. There’s a big butt plug buried into my tender ass, and now I wait for him to come and do as he pleases. He has taken the ball gag out and I have been begging for mercy for a while now, but he shows none at all. I hear him coming and my body starts to ache and quiver even more. What will he have in store for me? When I see him I know I am in trouble, he’s got his cane and whips but there’s something else he’s hiding from me. He begins his usual torture whipping my tits and caning my cunt, while I count them out and scream in pure agony. At last, he reveals what he has brought to me this time, a branding for me that will sear my skin and forever mark me as a whore, owned, nothing I can do about it. I try to negotiate with him, ask for anything but this but he’s got his mind made up. I see him heating it, it’s glowing red hot and I’m terrified wondering where he might choose to mark his territory.
Submissive sex
“I promise this won’t hurt at all.” He sounded like he was lying through his teeth, and I laughed nervously saying “of course not.” He continued, “This is how I want it to go, you’re a stupid slut walking alone at night, clueless to the fact that you’re being followed. You’re dressed like a fucking whore and I come up behind you so quickly, dragging you into the dark.” His breath was getting quicker as he went on with his deepest and darkest desires. “I just need a dumb whore like you for some Submissive sex.” He slammed my face into the concrete, kicking me over and over. He drags me over to the toilet and shoved my head under, making me drown before pulling me up at the last minute. I am crying as he shoves his cock into my ass, then he pushes my head back under the water. I pass out this time and when I wake up he’s got me in the bedroom a gag in my mouth, and my hands bound. He’s got himself mounted on me, fucking me hard as he can. He’s degrading me, as he pulls out a short rope and wrapped it around my neck. I start to choke, I am screaming through my gag and he’s telling me that it’s time to die, bitch, telling me to shut the fuck up. That’s the last thing I remember.
BDSM phone sex
“Say it louder bitch” I gagged some more on his cock as I said it again “I’m nothing but a BDSM phone sex whore.” I whimpered some more as he went in hard, grabbing my face and fucking my mouth and throat as I dry heave on his huge cock. “That’s right you fucking whore” he spits on me and slaps me across my face, making my eyes water more and more. “You’re only here on this earth to be used, you’re only here to master discipline, submit to dominance with nothing but unquestioned submission. Like it or not you fucking stupid damn whore. You must submit to all sadomasochism, forced to submit to psychological tendency based on purely sadism and masochism.” He was really going into to making sure I understood my purpose in life perfectly well, and it was crystal clear to me as he bent me over, shoving his cock into my ass raw, and his hand in my mouth to gag me at the same time. “Scream bitch, I wanna fucking hear you scream” And as usual, I did as I was told.
Tied Up and Used
He told me to meet him in room 409 at the Marriott while I was there in Vegas a few weeks back. He’s somebody I’d seen on a number of occasions before and we had established a pretty trusting S&M sexual relationship.
When I walked into the room, there he stood with two fellow colleagues of his. Lying there on the bed was quite a bit of rope and he’d said, ‘This is all you’ll be wearing for me, tonight.’
I eagerly undressed because as you very well know by now, I am the ultimate rope bunny.
He began to tie me up as he said ‘Tonight we’ll be feeding you loads of cum because you’ve been such a good slut and you’ve finally earned this reward.
He also said that he had another surprise for me, which he later revealed after I was completely bound and tied as I laid there at his mercy.
He said that his two colleagues weren’t the only ones who would be using me up that night, but that he was expecting 15 more men to show up.
Hot Day at the Beach
The day I met Jack, I was sunning myself at an isolated beach. I was completely naked, as I had never seen anyone else venture to visit my lovely secret location. I was on my back and suddenly, a shadow was cooling my skin. Opening my eyes to see if it had become cloudy, I saw him.
I could not see his face. But, I could see that he was also naked. He said, “Hey. What are you doing on my beach?” I said, “Hey. I think it’s my beach.”
He stood above me, moving his legs to either side of me. He went down on his knees, and I felt his clearly hardening cock brush along my stomach. His movements were so fluid, they seemed almost dreamy and, for some reason, I was not alarmed.
He told me not to move. I obeyed.
He told me not to speak. I obeyed.
He ran his fingers all around my breasts, and then pinched my tingling, rock hard nipples. A moan escaped my mouth and he said, “Hush.”
He slid his body back, guiding his lovely cock into my already wet pussy.
He slammed it in deep and I had to bite my lip to keep from crying out in ecstasy. It only took a few slams before I felt his hot come begin to flow. He pulled his dick out and climbed up to my shoulders, saying, “Lick me clean.” I obeyed.
Then he stood up and walked away without a word.
He wore a large tattoo on his shoulders that said,
“Captain Jack.”
I don’t know if that’s his name but that’s what I’m calling him.
I sure hope I see him again.














