I am going to be in a skimpy outfit on my knees crawling towards you like a bitch dog in heat. Begging for your abuse and good fucking. I bring the whip over to you carrying it in my mouth and kneel right before your feet. You take the whip out of my mouth and I bend down to kiss your feet. You tell me I am a good pet and pull me up by my hair. You take your hand and bitch slap me across the face telling me to arch my back and stick out my fake titties. I quickly respond because your bitchslap and the deviant tone in your voice makes my cunt gush. A dominant man like you is exactly what a whore like me needs.
Category: Bloody phone sex
Haunted House
I met someone on a dating site and decided to meet him on a date at a haunted house tour. The house was really spooky and surprisingly empty. I was shocked that there wasn’t lines out the door. I entered the house cautiously and called out for my date. I felt an unexpected sharp pain in the back of my head and felt so many hands grab at me and drag me into a back room. I couldn’t see who did it but there were multiple sets of hands ripping my clothes off, touching my pussy, grabbing my ass and pulling at my breasts.
I started crying and begging for them to let me go, then one of them grabbed me by my hair and dragged me up to a curtain used to decorate, “We’re going to have some fun with you, baby. Do what we say.” I was shaking and so scared. I didn’t want them to hurt me so I did as I was told and let them see my ass. One by one each costumed man came up and began to use my holes, brutally living out their rape fantasies. They pulled me down to the ground and held my arms behind my back as they brutally fucked my wet pussy and ass. They bloodied me and pulled my hair and hit my face. With each cock, my pussy throbbed and got wetter. I had 5 or 6 guys inside of me, pulling at me, gagging me and violently fucking my quivering rosebud and raw pussy. I choked on two cocks at the same time, my throat unable to gasp for air. I could feel my face turn black and blue as I reluctantly came over and over again. They took turns spitting on me and calling me their new fucktoy whore. When they were finished with me, my pussy and asshole were oozing blood and cum. They chained my arms to the wall and said, “We’re not done with you yet, bitch.”
Pain Slut
Do you like pain? Because I do. From an early age my daddy trained me to love pain and now nothing makes me wetter than when I’m bleeding and bruised. I love it when a man dominates me and tortures me.I love being punished and forced to do humiliating things. Force your hard cock into my throat and fuck my face until I puke. Then choke me until my eyes are bulging and I’m gasping for air. I want to be bleeding and in so much pain I’m begging for you to end my misery by the time you’re done with me. Jam your hard cock into my ass and fuck me until my thighs are slick with blood. Put clamps on my nipples and keep tightening them until I’m screaming. I am your pain slut and yours to do with as you please. Whatever your desire is, I will do it, no matter what it costs me.
Snuff Sex Betrayal
Snuff sex is what I deserve. It is all I get. No man looks at me and wants to make me his wife or his girlfriend. I scream blonde bimbo to men. I represent the type of woman who has scorned them, rejected them, cheated on them… But unlike other women, I am submissive. I wouldn’t cheat on a man. I would give him everything I have and more. When I met Danny a few weeks ago, I had no idea I would end up bound, gagged and battered on his basement floor. Danny had me all wrong. He thought I was a high class girl, maybe even a spoiled rich bitch. He assumed the reason I didn’t go out with him was because I thought he was beneath me. The reason I rejected his date offer was because I am owned by someone. Some one who would dismember me and keep me locked in a cage under the bed for even kissing another man. When I was hit over the head last night going to my car, I assumed it was my owner and I had made some small infraction he took personally. When I woke back up, I discovered it was a jilted man seeking revenge. He had me tied to a support beam. I was black and blue from the beating he gave me. I saw the blow torch and pissed myself. I pleaded and begged for my life. I tried explaining that I was more like a snuff porn start than a gfe type. All he could see was a woman who rejected him. He branded his name into my flesh with his name. He burned my flesh off and when it scabs over, his name will be forever etched on my body. He didn’t kill me, but he sealed my fate. When master sees another man’s name on my body, he will certainly kill me for my betrayal.
Blood Money
The call came in that help was needed. I do have a few friends but not many, so when one of them calls to ask for help I go, no questions asked. When I arrived he was sitting on the steps smoking a cigarette, his hand was shaking like crazy. He didn’t look at all well. I sat down next to him and asked him what was wrong. He told me that his son had made a mistake, a huge mistake and that he was in the house. As I got up to go into the house to find out just what the hell was going on he grabbed my hand, looked up at me and said, “I’ll pay you what ever you want, just take care of it.”
Now I was very curious. I walked into the house, it was dead quiet. It seemed that his son had left, then I heard someone moving around upstairs. As I got to the top of the steps his son appeared. He was covered in blood, he had it in his hair, his chest, his under ware, legs, he looked like he just stepped out of a horror movie. He just pointed into the bathroom. I went in to see what was what. There she was, crumpled in the tub. I couldn’t tell where the actual wounds were, I stepped closer to sit on the edge of the tub.
She looked almost angelic with her blue eyes staring straight ahead, brown hair up over the lip of the tub, making a halo. I traced my fingers over her face, she was still warm, I checked for a pulse but there was none. I stood up, brought my finger to my mouth and sucked off the blood. I turned to look at my friend’s son. I asked him what happened. He told me that they were having sex and he got carried away, he was choking her and went too far. Okay, but why was there all that blood if she was choked? Plus it takes a lot of force to actually strangle someone, it isn’t like it is in the movies, it takes a while and a shit load of pressure over a long period of time, so his story was a bunch of shit, but hey, who am I to judge.
He went on to explain that after he realized she was dead he didn’t know what to do so he put her in the tub then decided that the best course of action would be to dismember her, clean up, then dump the parts somewhere before his Dad got home. What this Einstein didn’t realize that it takes a lot of effort and time to dismember a body. It isn’t like cutting into a piece of bread, especially if you are only using a knife. I asked him if anyone knew she was there, he said no because he picked her up because she was hitch hiking and as far as he knew she didn’t even have a cell phone. I told him to take a shower, put some gloves on, get a trash bag and put her stuff into it and go and put it in my car.
I had to spend the whole night taking care of that damn mess. I have no clue of who she was because he was right, no cell phone, I didn’t even find a wallet, just some money in her jeans, a few pieces of clothing in her backpack and some gear for doing Heroine, other than that she was just some chick who decided to fuck the wrong guy. Something good did come out of the whole thing though, I made a nice little chunk of money.
Snuff Porn Fantasies
I’m not gonna lie, the thought of being in a snuff movie really scares me but my owner says I must so I guess that is how I am going to die. He has it all planned out, down to the last detail. I have to wear these little pink panties and a short nightie with my hair up in pigtails. He wants me to look really young and innocent even tho I have been used by like so many men before. That’s why he wants to kill me, he says that I’m all used up and no one likes a used up whore like me so he might as well kill me. He’s gonna let all kinds of men use me, he told me that he would let them fuck me to death! There is going to be an endless line of men just waiting to use and abuse me and I just don’t know how I am going to be able to handle it! I have no choice tho, all I am is a dirty little whore and I deserve to die if that will make my owner happy. After all, isn’t that why I exist in the first place?
Torture Please
I love a good nipple torture. I have big fake boobs for you to fuck up. I love nipple clamps with weights and I love knife play too. Carve lines into my big fat fake boobs and make my flesh split open pouring out my blood. I love that smell. Take your fingers put in my blood and shove those fingers right in my mouth. I love the taste of my blood. But please do not stop at cutting and torturing my nipples. I love to get mangled from head to toe. the more you inflict the more my cunt squirts. I want your big cock shoved down my throat as you cut my flesh making me gag and scream on your shaft. Torture me please I beg you.
Knock Knock Bitch!
I tell anyone and everyone to not fuck with me! These bitches at the school like to play games with my mind and try to humiliate me. If you do I have a surprise waiting just for you. I let this bitch think that she can talk to me however she wants and embarrass me but that one day she would have hers coming too. She stole my Michael Kors bag and blamed it on my best friend. I don’t play when it comes to my shit. Make a fool out me? No. No. No, She has been playing with me for years. Not anymore. Last night I made sure her parents weren’t home. I waited for the perfect opportunity. I threatened her best friend to find out all the information I needed to know. My squad came in with ski masks, tape, and rope. She screamed for help. The screams gave me instant satisfaction. Stripping her and tiring her up they began to forcefully rip her holes open and use her like the real whore that she is. She was beaten and she had no idea that I was behind all this until. I came in with my sweater over my head. I put it down and kindly explained my reasoning letting her know that I had the control. I lit a cigarette and burnt her fucking fingertips. The rest will not be spoken of. But, I promise no more bags will come up missing from this cunt ever again.
The Taste of Them
Copper. That’s what it tastes like. Thick, metallic, crimson, and beautiful. That’s how they taste afterward, but before then it is a much different story. Sweat, salty, tangy, the fear is just divine. I have seen you, your mouth pressed against those bald pussies. Pressing in as deep as you can while they beg you to stop. You tell the how good they are being, but it really doesn’t matter what you say, they know what you are doing is wrong. Sometimes they cry, but you like that don’t you. I know I do.
You touch their face, hovering over them, blocking out the light, obscuring your face. You press one finger to your lips shushing them. Their eye wide, hopeful, you begin to spread their legs as wide as you can get them. The screaming starts, high pitched, as you press your cock into that tiny little space. Of course you cannot get it all in, but you try. How dare she be such a slut, teasing you day after day. Wearing those little dresses, tight little leggings, she knew what she was doing.
She was just waiting for you to make the first move, and now all she does is pretend not to want you. You just have to be a little bit more … persuasive. You go deeper, you feel something tear, but you don’t care, she needs to learn. She needs to learn not to tease then not put out. Better she learn now then later, this will be your good deed for the day.
She gasps for breath as you start to pound into her, then you see her look at you, you see hatred in those big eyes. You stop, you realize she lied to you, she didn’t want to be with you, she was just like all the rest of them. You thought she was different, but she wasn’t. This just makes you angry, and it should. Little bitches like her shouldn’t play with people’s emotions. You get up as she collapses sobbing for her Mommy. Her Mommy is probably a slut just like her daughter.
You grab your pocket knife. You get back between her legs, she starts to beg again, that just makes it worse. You can’t help yourself, you plunge back into her as the blade sinks into her tender flesh. Now her screaming is more intense, you bring the knife to your lips, smearing the crimson liquid before licking it off. She tastes amazing. You want more.
You shudder as you watch her blood spill slowly down her titties, soft pink nipples that are barely there take on the color of her blood, you lean down to suck it off of them. You explode inside of her, you bring the blade to her pretty soft neck, you slice over her throat, cutting, slitting her jugular as the hot warm blood spurts all over you. You look down at her face, her eyes go dull. You toss her out like the lying trash she is. Pity, you had hoped that this time she wouldn’t be one of those teasing whores. Luckily for you there are plenty more out there, and you are determined to find the one of your dreams.
Daddy’s Sick Fantasies
Do you have really twisted sex fantasies? Daddy does. So, do all his friends, but they aren’t just fantasies for daddy and his pals. They have been force fucking my tiny holes since I was an itty bitty girl. Last night daddy and some of his drinking buddies came home in a horny stupor. I was sleeping soundly until daddy pulled me violently out of bed. I could smell the cheap booze on his breath and I knew I was in trouble. Big trouble. He pulled me by my hair into the living room where his drinking buddies were waiting for me with their cocks out. They passed me around like I was a piece of candy. They pulled at my tiny titties, slapped my clit and ass and force fucked me for hours. They were so drunk they didn’t realize they were pissing in me too. Well, maybe they realized it but just didn’t care because I was their teen snuff porn star for the night. They brutalized my tiny fuck holes. I accidentally pissed because they wouldn’t let me go to the bathroom. Daddy shoved my face into the pee and cum on the floor and made me lick it up. He had his dick in my swollen asshole the entire time he was using my face as a mop. It was a long night for me, but then every night is if I continue to live with daddy.