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We’ll sing a slaying song tonight!

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I threw the absolute best Christmas party this year. Of course, my idea of a Christmas party is a little bit different than most people. For this year’s festivities, I decided to put on some sexy clothes and go hunting down at a local frat-boy bar. They are all dumb and will fall for anything with a set of tits and a pussy. I found exactly what I was looking for. A group of guys celebrating Christmas break by killing as many brain cells as they can. After a few rounds of shots and a little flirting, I lured them back to my house. They all piled in thinking they were going to have a great time pulling a train on me, boy were they wrong. I distracted them with more booze while I moved on to step 2. Discreetly locking doors and slipping in to the bathroom to grab some nighty-night pills. I came back out to the living room where I told the boys to wait for me while I went and made us a round of shots to get the party started. I pour each of them a shot with a little something extra and stripped down to stockings, stilettos, a thong, and finger-less gloves. They all took their shots like good little boys not suspecting a thing. When they woke up they were bound and gagged in two columns of four each. I took the liberty of putting butt-plug tails and antlers on all of them. What could be better than singing Christmas carols while whipping all of Santa’s reindeer in to shape? Me and the boys truly sang a slaying song that night. And what better way to end a hunting trip than with a trip to the slaughter house? I usually just call it my basement. Give me a call if you want to go caroling with me!

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snuff pornHe said I looked like a snuff porn whore. That should have been my clue. My red flag. I’m attracted to dangerous men. I felt powerless when our eyes locked at the club. I knew I was in for trouble, maybe even deadly trouble. I went into a private room with him. I don’t know why. I was afraid of him, but wildly attracted to him at the same time. He ordered me to strip for him. I did as I was ordered. I always do as I am told, even when it is detrimental to me. After I gave him a sexy dance, he put his cigarette out on my face. “You are too pretty for a whore,” he seethed. The pain was intoxicating. He punched me in the stomach so hard, I fell to the floor. I cowered in the corner like a scared animal. I was scared. He took off his belt. He beat me for what seemed like an eternity. “Why,” I asked? “Because I can, whore,” was his only reply. I was bloody, swollen and bruised. That was just the tip of the iceberg. He ushered in all the male patrons in the bar. “Free whore pussy,” he yelled before instructing the men to do whatever they wanted to me. Do you have rape phone sex fantasies? I have been force fucked all my life. I have grown to like it.  I have grown to expect it too.

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Feliz Navidad, Bitch.

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I was in the mood for something ethnic. Something spicy. Something that wasn’t on the menu. I’ve had the dark meat and the light meat. I’ve had my eye on this cute little Latina that works at the hole in the wall taco shop down the street. I couldn’t help but notice her just about every time that I go in for a couple tacos. She is the perfect little Mexican. Perky tits, nice round ass, and she has that sweet little subservient attitude that most true Latin women have. Just the thought of her screaming in agony begging me to stop made me drip. I planned it out carefully. I found that she generally worked Thursday nights, and had Friday and Saturday off. I had been able to figure out that she is a single mom that lives by herself, no one would miss her for at least a couple days. I went in late Thursday night, just before closing time and ordered two of the oh-so-delicious carnitas tacos that they sell and a small horchata. She smiled at me with her cute innocent smile. I could see the emptiness in her eyes. She knew she was going home to an empty apartment and a crying little one. I mentioned that through my visits to get tacos that I overheard she was a single mom. I offered her my condolences, pretending to sympathize with her situation. “Feliz Navidad” I asked her if she was ready for Christmas.

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With a heavy accent, she explained to me that she was here because of a man that knocked her up and bailed, all of her family is still in Mexico and she is doing what she can just to provide for herself and her Little one. Perfect. I insist that she come spend an evening with me so we could celebrate the holidays together. I saw a little flicker of hope in her eyes, maybe she felt like she finally wasn’t all alone. She was just like the Indian woman I helped a few year back, “Khushal borit natala” She accepted my request Just like the Indian woman. After she told me that she was off the next two days I talked her in to coming over that night, bringing her young one, I would provide the tequila and cheesy holiday movies. Perfect. Soon I would have this hot little piece of Mexican ass all for myself. After a ruffied screwdriver she was all mine. I stripped her naked, admiring her perky nipples and perfect little pussy. I knew I had two days to play with her. I decided to lay out all of my fun toys in front of her so she could see all the fun we would have. I waited in anticipation for her to wake up and see the giant butt plug, pairing knife, vice grips, and blow torch set out in front of her. I was going to make this a Christmas she would never forget. Last year I played with a sweet African mommy who begged me to let her go ” Geseënde Kersfees” as I gave her a kiss and made her watch me eat her little one! Give me a call if you want to hear about all the fun we had. Oh, did I mention that there was a little ball of whiney dessert named Juanita waiting for me in the other room?

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Fantasy phone sexI picked up a boyfriend along the road very recently, and he joined me on my journeys. The other day, though, a man picked us up. It had been about 3 days since our last ride, and the man seemed nice enough; he was certainly handsome. We didn’t get very far before he slammed his fist into the side of my boyfriend’s face. I was in the back of the van, and I scrambled to get out, because I knew what was coming. The man was quick, though, and he caught me by the hair and threw me back into the van. I begged him to just let us go, even as he undid his pants and pulled out a nice big, thick cock. I couldn’t help the tears that started streaming down my throat as he grabbed me by the hair and forced my head to his shaft. He threatened the most horrible things if I didn’t suck his cock, so I did. I gave it my very best, too. It was a bit later that he turned me around and started slicking that cock up and down my slit. I couldn’t help that I was wet, but he tormented me for it before ramming his shaft inside of me. He fucked me so hard, pulling on my hair and sometimes even grabbing my throat to pull me back harder into him. He fucked me in different positions, and he fucked me so thoroughly that I started to really get into it, even begging him to fuck my ass. I left my boyfriend, that day.

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bondage phone sexDo you have bondage phone sex fantasies? I am a bondage whore. I love being tied up. I think it is the vulnerability I enjoy. Not knowing what might happen to me next. I met Brett at a bondage club. There are all sorts of rules at a club. We sparked, so we left the club and came back to his place. His bedroom was a BDSM palace. He had a bed designed especially for BDSM games. He chained me to the bar above the bed. I was worked up with anticipation of what might come next. But what came next was he left. He left his house with me chained to his bed.  It seemed like eternity before I heard the door open again. But who walked into the bedroom was not a man I knew. It was not Brett. I asked who he was. He slapped me hard across the face, then choked me until I passed out. I woke up with his dick down my throat.  Brett returned with a few more friends. What I thought would be some fun bondage games, turned into a gangbang rape porn. I was chained up and fucked in every hole. Some of the men forced booze down my throat until I was puking. I was a hot mess. Covered in puke and cum. His bed looked like a porn shoot with all the cum everywhere. Eventually the whips and chains made an appearance too. I should have stayed at the club. They have rules about the exchange of bodily fluids. Here I was a captive for a group of strangers using me as a human toilet and cum dumpster. They all passed out eventually, but I was still chained to the bar above Brett’s bed. I woke up the next day smelling of booze and sex. I was sore from my arms being suspended above me for almost 24 hours while fucked. I prayed they were done with me, but day two was just the beginning of a weeklong torture experiment.

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He didn’t learn his lesson from last time. I growing tired of him begging for food, begging for water. He is so fucking needy. I told him upfront that I was a kinky bitch. I guess he didn’t believe me. When I brought him home he thought he was going to get into my panties… Well now he looks so cute in my panties. His cock is so tiny because he is so cold and scared. He should be. I don’t like crybabies. He keeps begging me that his wife is going to start looking for him, that he doesn’t want her to find out that he was trying to cheat. I smiled and asked him how many times he has cheated. He tried to tell me this was his first time. No way, he was smooth and knew what he was doing. I had no idea he was married. I shoved my thin heel into his tied-up balls and asked him again. He screamed out 10. I pushed harder and he screamed out 19. I smiled and asked him what number I would have been? He spit on my shoes and said 20. I slammed my thin heel into his balls, I got my fucking heel stuck in his nut sac. He was screaming so loudly, for a man he was a little fucking bitch. This twat wanted to cheat on his wife so bad, he was wreckless. Now he is ball-less… HAHAHAH!! I think I am going to teach him a lesson for cheating on his wife so much. He just might not have a cock left when I’m done with him.

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torture sexTorture sex is all I am good for apparently. I stopped by to see my drug dealer, well one of them at least. I have a few. He was all fucked up on some new pure cocaine. He was acting all erratic. Scared me actually. I was hoping to pay him and get on my way, but he had other plans for me. He grabbed my red mane and dragged me down his basement stairs. From there he preceded to string me up to a beam in his basement. It was all set of with BDSM equipment. He had no idea I was coming over, so I was not the first girl in his little torture palace. I am sure I would not be the last one. I had no clue why he was acting so aggressive with me. I didn’t even owe him money. Not yet at least. I think it was the drugs bringing out his nasty side. He is a mean son of a bitch by nature, but normally this bad. My arms were stretched over my head. My feet barely touching the floor. I was in pain from hanging just inches off the floor. I begged for him to let me go. I said he could fuck me all he wanted. That held no appeal to him. He wanted to hurt me for entertainment. He started with a whip. A big long leather whip that tore through my flesh. As blood tricked down my body, I saw him get out a big scary looking cattle prod. I gasped in fear. Rightfully so too. He shoved the cattle pound up my ass. It was not turned on, but I knew it was like a sick version of Russian Roulette. I would not know when or for how long, but he would turn it on while it was up my ass. A few minutes of ass rape porn with a cattle prod then it was pure torture when he turned it on. I shit and pissed myself. I prayed that I would pass out. Luckily, my wish was granted. I woke up covered in my own piss and shit with a note on a bag of cocaine that said, “You earned this bitch.” Damn right I did. It may have been a lot of pain and humiliation, but I got free coke. Silver linings.

I should have tipped him..

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I humiliated this boy today. He tried to grab my ass as he passed me by in the hallway. I slapped him, “No one and I mean no one wants your nasty nerdy hands on their body ever! Go fucking kill yourself you little dick loser.” I yelled it loud enough for everyone in the hallway to hear me degrading this fucking handsy asshole. I kicked him in his little tiny balls and walked away as if nothing happened. As if he wasn’t crying on the floor, puking from the pain o being kicked in the balls. Plus all the people around us laughing at this waste of life. He was better off as a cum stain. Well I got fucked up after school, I got so fucked up I passed out. Woke up with a serious case of munchies so I ordered some pizza. Guess who the fucking pizza delivery boy was, yea cum stain. I paid him but didn’t give him a tip, he didn’t deserve a fucking tip. I slammed the door in his face and started to dig in on my pizza. Next thing I know this fucker is in my living room with a bloody nose and his eyes were dark. He grabbed me when I tried to get up. He slammed me to the floor and shoved a entire piece of pizza down my throat. “I’m taking my fucking tip you whore.” I was choking on the piece of pizza as she jammed his nasty little boy cock inside of me. He kept shoving pizza in my mouth to muffle my screams. He fucked me with his tiny sausage as I choked on the fucking sausage and pepperoni pizza.

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You woke up today thinking this was the end. You were waiting for some kind of sign to stop. Something to tell you that life is worth living but there was nothing. Even the universe is telling you no one gives a fuck about you or your worthless life. No one is going to care once you’re gone. No one cares while you are breathing. Go ahead and tie that thick rope around your neck. The rope is rough and itchy around your neck, but it turns you on. Look at how fucking sick you are! Your cock is hard right before you are going to end it all! Well don’t go out on a shitty note, I mean your cock is hard. Rub it. Mhmmm, you look so sexy rubbing your cock with that rope around your neck. Keep rubbing that hard cock. This is it, the end, the last time you are ever going to cum. It’s going to feel so amazing to cum as your chair slips out from underneath you. I bet it feels amazing struggling to breath but your body is having a mind blowing orgasim. My pussy is dripping watching you swinging back and forth.. Your cock is still so hard! I’m gonna cut you down and use your rock hard cock.. It’s going to be hard until you start to stink and I think I might keep your body around.

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