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My Good Deed of The Day

Sadistic phone sex

They say, “Boys will be boys.” As if that is an excuse for some sort of fucked up behavior.  Fuck that shit.  I was at a gas station and this chick was in tears talking on her phone.  A young pretty thing, crying, my pussy started to get a little bit damp.  I stopped pumping my gas so that I could hear the conversation.  She was talking about how her boyfriend cheated on her, she walked in on them.  Oh boo-fucking-hoo right?  I almost started to laugh then I heard her say, “I would pay someone to kill that stupid motherfucker if I could.” I instantly perked up.

I finished pumping my gas then walked around the pump and tapped her on the shoulder.  Now this girl was upset, so she was a bit bitchy to me until I said that I was sorry that she was cheated on.  Sometimes you have to pretend to have empathy for a situation in order to get what you want.  She told the person she would have to call them back.  I told her to pull her car around in front of the store and I would go in and get her a drink and she could tell me what happened.  I even gave her a hug which almost caused me to puke, but I was on a mission.

I brought her out a beer, she told me she wasn’t old enough to drink one.  I laughed and told her I didn’t care and to drink the damn thing.  We sat on the hood of her car and I explained that if she was serious, I could do the deed for her.  I had to make sure she was pretty shit faced to agree to it, so I had to keep buying beer.  She was a light weight when it came to drinking, so I actually didn’t have to buy that much.  I told her to get back in her car and just sleep for a bit that everything would be alright.  She thanked me, gave me ten bucks and I was happily on my way.

What a douche this guy was. He actually told me that he was going to cut my tits off.  I was laughing so hard as I stepped up to him, he tried to back away, but I grabbed his jacket and yanked him back to me.  I licked his lips and told him how much I was going to enjoy this.  He tried to fight me, but again, douche guy with douche moves.  I have seen dust bunnies float more violently across the floor.  His fighting skills were just damn sad.

Before long that smart assed attitude of his was gone.  He was panting beneath me, my full weight on his chest, his arms where extended over his head.  He was begging now, said he was sorry.  I asked him what it was that he was sorry for, he said everything.  I rolled my eyes.  I moved down to sit on his knees while I looked at his little cock.  He was scared so his pathetic fuck stick was all tiny.  I slapped it, and he gasped.  What a pussy this guy was.

I asked him if he was still going to cut my tits off.  He was crying, he managed to sob out a “No.” I smiled, then sliced into his sack, running the knife up between his two testies.  He passed out.  See, pussy through and through.  I waited for him to wake back up then continued.  He was screaming too much, it was actually getting on my nerves, I pulled off my jeans, and my panties then lowered myself down on his open mouth.  The vibration of his screams against my cunt were simply delicious!  After cutting the rest of his junk off, I shoved the knife up his ass and fucked him with it, his mouth was working my pussy so well.  I came, turned around quickly then stuck the knife into his throat, stood up, and stomped on the top of the hilt.  The sound was beautiful.

Fuck machine

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My daddy sometimes likes to let his pervert friends “borrow” me and use me for their fucked up and twisted desires. Daddy owed a guy some money and they decided to call things even if my daddy let him have me for the weekend as his own personal Ass slave. 

He took me to his cabin in the woods so we would have plenty of alone time and so I would have nowhere to run for help if I tried to escape. There was nothing but wilderness for miles. The man told me he wanted to fuck all of my  little holes, but he needed to get me all nice and stretched out first. I was so scared wondering what kind of sick and twisted things he would do to me. 

He bound my hands and feet and made me kneel on all fours in front of a fuck machine with two enormous dildos attached to pistons. They were so long and girthy, I wasn’t sure if I could take them. He poured oil all over my ass and pussy and told me that’s all the lube I would get, that my ass will either stretch or tear. He lined the big rubber cocks up to my ass and pussy and flipped the switch. The machine fired into action and immediately began plunging in and out of my holes. The oil he poured on me would not be sufficient. My eyes began to water and I screamed in pain, but all he did was start stroking his cock and turned the dial up on the machine to make it fuck me even faster and harder. 

Despite all the pain I was in, I could feel my orgasm building. The machine plunged its cocks in and out of me as my ass and pussy began to spasm as I orgasmed and squirted. He left me on the machine for the entire day, only turning it off to check and see how much I gaped. I begged for him to turn it off, but that just turned him on even more. By the time he was satisfied that I had been properly fucked, my ass and pussy were gaping wide open and swollen in pain. 

This was only day 1. What does he have in store for me on day 2?

Pain Slut

Bloody phone sexEver since I was a teenager and got my first beating from my first boyfriend I knew then I was a pain slut. He got mad at me and almost killed me beating the shit out of me. He was punching and kicking. Spitting on me and degrading me with such dirty kinky names. Picking my worthless body up and throwing me around like a rag doll. Then without warning, he ripped off my clothes and fucked the shit out of my broken bruised body. My cunt was a sloppy wet fucking mess the entire time. And when he realized I was enjoying the beating and the forced hard fucking he was giving me and he laughed and said he always knew I was a fucking worthless whore.

Bitch Dog

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.Taboo phone sex

Pain Slut

Torture phone sex

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.

Blood Money

 

Bloody phone sex

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

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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

Sadistic phone sex 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!

Home invasion phone sex  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

Snuff phone sex

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.