I am good at cock worshiping. I may not always enjoy sucking cock, but I am a good whore. When I went to work on Friday, master was waiting for me with a special task. He had a bunch of his old cronies waiting to blow bang me. He rarely shares me, but when he does, it is never pleasant. He can be a mean old man sometimes. None of these men were under 60. Gray pubes. Old dicks. Not my ideal blow bang, but what I want never matters, right? Master tied me to my office chair My ankles were bound. My wrists were strapped to the arms of the chair. Master’s old lawyer buddies lined up to skull fuck me. Some of these legal eagles are retired. No one took a Viagra, so my jaw got sore quickly. Master told me that since I am a submissive whore, I should make a dead man cum. It felt like I was raising the dead sucking those old limp dicks. I knew if I could not get them off, it would be my fault. I channeled my best porn star moves. I felt humiliated licking on gray haired shriveled dicks. I felt like a miracle worker. I was pumping life back into those broke down dicks. I had to swallow all the old spunk too. These old dudes would hold my head down on their broke down dicks until I could not breathe. I did the best I could. I swallowed a ton of old jizz like a good cum whore. I made each old dude cum a few times. One guy I had to massage his prostate to get him hard because his dick would not get hard for anything. As a good slave, I do whatever I must do to please men.
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Cock Worshiping Slut Bernice
Submissive Slut Mistress
When I first met Master, I wasn’t exactly sold on being a submissive slut. But it didn’t take him long to train me and make me realize that it was what I was meant for. Now, I absolutely love being used and abused in every single way. Over the weekend, Master brought in a bunch of guys to gang fuck me and shoot their loads all over me. He loves when I look like a glazed donut. He said it really makes me look like the whore he knows I am. And who am I to disagree? Master knows best.
But he told them to go even further than gang raping me and shooting loads on me. He told them to spit and piss on my face after they were done with me. I was a fucking mess and there was cum, spit, and piss all over the carpet when they were done with me. Of course, I had to clean that up too because Master uses me as his personal maid, too. But I was happy to be able to make him happy, as always. I’m his to use and there will never be a day when I say no to him.
Dicked Down At The DMV
Mindlessly, I shifted and tugged my micro skirt down. Damn it was hot, but I was dressed extra slutty to be in public. I was minding my business and waiting in line at the DMV, yes still six feet apart. The man behind me, however, had been coming closer and closer to me as the line move up, leading into a dark hall with a door at the end.
Now that we stood in the hallway, at the end of the line as the last clients for the day, I could feel his breath on the back of my neck. My cunt spurted in excitement. “Don’t I know you from somewhere?” He growled in my ear. My slit really started to drip. I knew that voice.
It was possible he’d seen me around town, but the quiver in my pussy knew what he meant. He’d used me, or rented me before when I was a trafficked sex slave. “What are you doing off your leash, chicklet?” He grabbed me hard around my wrist, and dragged me out to his vehicle like a sloppy little rag doll. No one tried to stop him while he manhandled me. He shoved me into the back of his van, and climbed inside with me.
He choke slammed me into the floor, pulling out a little burner phone as he dialed my old pimp; the one he was known me with. I’d been sold and rebought several times over. But! He was going to try and take me back to sexual slavery where I would be used like a whore day in and day out. Suddenly, with a second thought, he broke the phone in half and move on me like a starving tiger.
“I came to get my tags renewed and snagged a hot little slut instead.” He was laughing as he clamped the steel, barb wire collar around my neck. As it bit into my tender flesh, I screamed.

Slave Training Phone Slut
When you pick me as your submissive mistress, you don’t even have to worry about putting me through slave training. That is, unless there’s something very specific that you want me to do for you. I have been owned by a Master for a while and he has taught me to be a good slave and I pride myself on that. And if you’re not sure exactly what you want from me, that’s okay. I would love to tell you stories of how my Master whipped me (literally) into shape. I was a bit wild so it took him a while, but he did a really great job.
I now know that my place in this world is at the feet of real, dominant men just like you. I don’t even try to pretend like I could ever be anything else. I submit willingly and I am thankful for every single opportunity I have to please you. My Master always told me that I might as well get used to being submissive because it was the only thing I’d ever be any good at and now, I agree. If you want to see for yourself, please consider calling me. I can’t wait to get a chance to make you happy.





















