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Cora’s Conundrum: A Tale of Mostly Consent

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Howdy, perverts! It’s Cora Takayama, that kinky little kitty you’ve been searching for.

I’ve got a thing for dominance, a real kinky streak that needs satisfaction. Some might call it a problem, but fuck ’em. I love it when you treat me like the filthy cum bucket I am. Roughly grabbing me, tying my hands, and dragging me to the bed like a physical manifestation of your wildest dreams. Once pinned down, you assert your dominance further—buckling me like a precious baby deer, leaving me vulnerable to your salty pecks. But the best part? The mind-blowing moment when you thrust violently into my cunt is pulsating pit stop. Pound me senseless, leave me breathless—your brutal incessant thrusts will have me seeing stars. Tearing off my clothes, you expose my sensitive nipples, delivering sharp tingles with each nibble. This power play leaves me helpless—a delicious athletics of total submission.

So, super sleuths, go find these helpless victims like me—tie ’em up and give ’em a good old fashion ass whooping.

 

Teaching him a lesson.

 

Fantasy phone sex

Fantasy phone sex. I’ve had this desire to get back at my ex. He was always good at fucking the shit out of me with his big cock but he wasn’t faithful. When I saw who he was with I couldn’t take it anymore.

I asked him to come over to pound my snatch, I was horny as hell, I was “craving him”. He loves it when I say this shit to him. Once he showed I took him into my room, got him on his back and tied him to the bed.. He thought I wanted get kinky but I had other plans.

I took down his pants, and grabbed tight on his balls, squeezing on them. “Ouch, stop” he says. I bring out my whip and start smacking, going off on him. His body is red, starting to bleed. I take off all my clothes. Teasing him with my tiny wet moist pussy, I was so turned on torturing him.

I run my fingers down his body and lick the blood off my hands and spread it on my titty’s, slipping it into my cunt as I’m sitting on top of him. 

I slowly sit down on dick, soaking the head of his throbbing cock with my snatch juices while grabbing his neck. He’s helpless. I get up and start whipping him again.

He begs me to stop but I remind him that he’s a cheater. I continue to whip him while grinding on his dick. His blood covering the sheets. As they say, Karma is a bitch. 

Kidnapping Phone Sex Makes My Pussy So Wet

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Kidnapping phone sex just sounds so exciting in the worst kind of way to me. Imagine it: You’re abducting the Homecoming Queen from campus to have your way with her. And your way is wicked, indeed.

That’s how I ended up in this cold, dark basement on my knees, hands bound behind me and tied to the pole at my back. Ropes have tied my titties so tightly that they’re close to exploding. My own panties are duct-taped into my mouth as a gag. But I’m not blindfolded. No, you want me to be able to see exactly what you’re going to do to me.

I watch as you take your belt off. Are you going to whip me with it or strangle me with it? The thought of either one sends a dark thrill through my already dripping-wet pussy. When the belt settles around my neck, fear and arousal wash over me in a wave. So it’s to be strangling, then.

You step back for a moment to admire your handiwork before you start choking me. I’m there on display for you, ready for whatever you want to do to me.

Please, Sir. Do your worst.

Torture Phone Sex in Exchange for Coke Left Me Gaped and Sore

torture phone sexTorture phone sex calls leave me battered and bruised sometimes. I do have a strong pain slut fetish. But the older I get, the less tolerant of pain I get too. So, maybe I am not the same pain whore of my younger days. Guys do not care though. Not when you want to trade for coke. Dealers expect more than just pussy from an old girl. They want to make me hurt. Or they want to watch others hurt me. I know. One day, I will not wake up.

Over the weekend, I needed more coke. I blew through my stash on Friday night alone. Perhaps, I could out snort Tommy Montana, LOL. Marcus, my regular guy only had weed. I took all his coke on Thursday. I went to four more dealers looking for a big bag.

On the 4th one, I got lucky. Well, maybe not so lucky. But I got coke. The dealer had some goons tie me up for torture sex. He humiliated me first, so I thought maybe this would not be too awful. Wrong. He did not want to trade my holes. He wanted to punish and torture them.

My Holes Get Used Every Time if I Want Coke

But he wanted me used and degraded. So, he called in his goons. They tied me up spread eagle. Then they began slapping me. Hard too. Face, tits, ass, pussy…. When they started spitting on me, I knew I picked the wrong dealer. And I pleaded to be let go. I even said I would not need any coke. Just let me go. But their fun had only just begun.

The electric sticks came out next. You know, those shock sticks they use on cattle. But instead of a tap on the ass, I got one shoved up my ass and another one rammed in my cunt. They fucked me with cattle prods. I pissed myself. My entire body shook uncontrollably. When they stopped, they replaced the prods with baseball bats and fists. I never got a cock because they said they did not fuck skanky whores.

My ass looks like an ass rape porn star ass after a big black cock gang bang. Gaped open wide. In fact, it’s still gaped open and sore even two days later. But at least I have coke to get through a couple more days.

Blasphemy Sex Exorcises Demonic Slut’s Pussy

blasphemy sexYou thought blasphemy sex could exorcise the demons from my body. A succubus demon has crawled it’s way out of hell and into me. My friends took me to your church hoping you could help me. Now I’m tied down to a bed and screaming at the top of my lungs. You slide your fingers into my tight snatch. My pussy is so fucking wet. I snap at you in tongues. My eyes roll into the back of my head. You don’t have a choice. You have to fuck the demon out of my cunt. My pussy needs to be baptized by saintly cum.

Fuck My Possessed Pussy

You push your cock in me. My pussy grips on to your dick and sucks you in, but the rest of my body thrashes and jerks underneath you. The demon twists my mouth. It’s voice comes out instead of my screams. You try to fuck me harder, but it’s too late. I rip through the restraints and we climb on top of you. Your cock was still throbbing inside my pussy. I slammed down on your cock hard. No amount of fighting would get me off. I forced you to look me in my eyes as they faded to a blurry white, then I kissed you.

The venom leaked into your mouth. Every saintly thought of saving a poor victim was replaced by desperate perversion. My sick, demonic intentions spread throughout your body. You can’t fight back. You grab my hips and then slam your cock back in my pussy. You’ve been possessed. I laugh and wrap my hand around your throat. The choking gets tighter as the demon demands cum. My pussy does too. You creampie my cunt, but now the stolen semen of a man of god will be the fertilization of Satan himself.

I Never Sign Up for Torture Sex, But I Always Get It

torture sexI did not sign up for torture sex. But I got it, nonetheless. My husband gave me a grand to fix the car, but instead I bought coke. And not the first time I have misappropriated household funds. But this has not happened in a while. I got better at concealing my blow habit when I could trade my pussy and ass for a bag of coke. But this week, no one would fuck me for blow. My two regular dealers could not be reached, so I went somewhere else. And he gave me a lot of coke.

However, he took all the money, and I could not trade my pussy for car parts. So, I answered an ad for a bondage phone sex whore for a photo shoot. The pay was a grand. Just what I needed. And this photo shoot seemed vanilla. I love vanilla after all the abuse I take on and off the phone. But I should have known it was too good to be true. Nothing vanilla or easy ever happens to me.

Sometimes, The Torture Pain is Just Too Much to Handle

While tied up to a chair, this woman tortured me. A male director, and a female mistress. Women can be the cruelest bitches around. Sometimes, the director joined in inflicting pain, but most of my bodily trauma came from some younger bitch. She poked me with a hot iron fireplace poker. And that was a first. I am going to have a scar that I must explain. Electric shocks all over my body came next. I jolted so much my pissed all over the floor.

It felt like the kind of torture phone sex that could kill a person. Cigarette burns on my nipples came last. Can you imagine smelling your own burning flesh? Finally, it ended. And I did get my money to pay for the car fixtures. But not even a $1,000 in coke would dull my pain.

Cannibalism phone sex makes you crave my sweet flesh

Cannibalism phone sex makes you crave my sweet flesh!  As I lay here, bound and gagged, my mind races with thoughts of depravity and desire. The cameras start rolling, and I feel a shiver run down my spine. My heart races as I hear the dirty talk and blasphemy from my co-stars. Their words ignite a fire within me, and I can feel my pussy becoming wetter with each vulgar utterance.

Cannibalism phone sex I am here to please, to be used and abused in the most explicit ways possible. My body is on display, but it’s my mind that truly craves the attention. I want to be devoured, to be consumed by their desires.

The  Blasphemy sex is rough, and I scream out  as they take me in every way possible. I am theirs to use, to play with, to break. I want to be consumed, to be devoured by their lust. I want to be their ultimate fantasy, their ultimate release. My body is on display, but it’s my mind that truly craves the attention. The depravity, the vulgarity, it all feeds my desires.

As the scene comes to a close, I am left breathless and satisfied. My body is covered in sweat and bruises, but it’s my mind that truly feels alive. I have been used, abused, and devoured, and I can’t wait to do it all over again.

So, as you read this, I dare you to indulge in your own fantasies. Don’t be afraid to explore the taboo, the vulgar, the explicit. It’s in those moments that we truly feel alive. And who knows, you may just find yourself craving something a little more…submissive.

As for me, I’ll be here, ready and willing to be devoured once again.

 

You’re the freaky mortician in town.

Sex with dead bodies

Sex with dead bodies. You’re the new mortician in town. Handling dead bodies that come in from all kinds of deaths. Bodies that have been shot, burned, cut, car accidents, or elderly you’re the man. The desire was overwhelming and you can’t control the urge to use them. Before you became a mortician you would dig up bodies in cemeteries and fuck them, play with their snatch’s. Even if they were just bones. The cold cunts and deathly looking titty’s made your cock throb .

A young lady was hit by a car and there lye her naked dead body on the table. It’s your job to dress her up for her funeral. Put makeup on her as well as a dress. Her neck is barely hanging on and her guts are hanging out. Her flesh was still dripping and her eyes open. As she gazes straight at you with her broken neck you get on top and slip your dick deep up her snatch. It’s cold and your balls are covered in blood. You pound that dead pussy hard grabbing onto her swollen big tits. You want to give her her that good last fuck before she’s 6ft under.

Her arms were swinging around as you fuck the shit out of her dead broken body. This freakfuck took your big dick good, still tight even after life.  Death never looked as good as it does around your shaft, hugging your balls.

Bondage Phone Sex Turns Violent

bondage phone sexBondage phone sex leaves a woman like me vulnerable. Any woman vulnerable. It is just the way it is because if tied tightly you cannot escape. You cannot even struggle. And I know this. Yet, I still agree to bondage shoots. Why? Because I need money to fuel my coke habit. My stepson gets very brutal with me, so sometimes I supplement. But that’s our secret, okay?

I responded to an ad in a fetish magazine looking for milf rope bunnies. Although, I do not have a master in my life, in the past men did tie me up. And of course, drug dealers tie me up a lot too. So, I applied for the job and lied about how much I love bondage. I do not mind bondage, but the only thing I love more than my family is coke. Snuff porn pays more than bondage porn, but it is easier on my body. Or so I thought.

I Will Never Learn Because of My Coke Habit

When I arrived for my photo shoot, the director treated me like a side of beef from the get-go. His goons tied me up and whipped out their dicks. I stepped into a porn not a bondage shoot. However, I did not know what kind of porn initially. I mean this could have turned into a snuff flick. Or even some violent gang bang. But it ended up more like a humiliation porn.

They dick slapped me first. But they followed up by pissing in my face and calling me all sorts of degrading things. The director told me to smile. Smile while guys dick slap me and piss in my face for hours?  Eventually, this turned into an ass rape porn. But they violated my ass with objects and a speculum before I got the cocks. They enjoyed pissing in my gaped hole too. Nothing I could do. I was all tied up with nowhere to go.

Eventually my little humiliation photo shoot ended, and I got my dough and fled to the nearest dealer.

Gangbang Rape Porn Party of Ass Sex

Gangbang Rape Porn Party of Ass Sex is what my Halloween was mad of. I attended a Halloween party thrown by the owner of a Snuff production company. This was an exclusive party.
Obviously I quickly came to understand why I was invited and what was so exclusive about it. In fact the party was just another live stream snuff production. And I was the Vampiric star.
There was once consequence though. And that was the fact that I was not the drinker of blood. I was doing some blood letting of sorts. But I was the one being drained.

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First I was grabbed, blindfolded and tied up. Then there were hands and cold steel all over my body. Soon I realized they were blades and I was being mutilated.
Then came that final scene. The scene where my body bloody and sliced and the real Vampire presents himself with a huge raging hard pale white cock.
Soon my life was flashing before my eyes as every porn I made was flashed on the screen in front of me as my ass was penetrated and stretched open to a ripping bloody hole. With gasps of air and struggling my body started to convulse.

Finally those convulsions of my whore body where not of my own demise and death. But the convulses where of orgasm after orgasm as the pain heightened and my ass continued to become gaped and prolapsed. In fact I could not control myself from cumming from my ass as well as my cunt as a wooden knight stick was being thrust into it while that vampiric cock sword fucked my butt into a wild bliss of prolapse.

Then things came to light and the drugs wore off. I was in the middle of a Fetish club on a bench tied up. And the reality was that I dreamt all of this in a drugged out bliss as I was being anally pounded in Ass rape porn pleasure.

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