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Scars

Sadistic phone sexFrom sunup to sundown, I walk the streets selling my body. My boyfriend counts on me to keep a roof over our head and crack in his pipe. Every time I get in a strange man’s car it a gamble. There are some sick sadistic men that enjoy causing pain. I’ve gotten beaten up so many times that I’m lucky to still be alive. If I don’t bring home enough money to keep my old man high all night then he’ll be the one beating my ass. My old man loves to torture me with knives, hot irons, and leather belts. My body is covered in evidence of his physical abuse. He’s all I’ve known since I was a very young girl so I can’t leave him. Maybe I’m as sick as those sadistic johns because I can’t leave my abuser. Do I like the pain and punishment? 

I Need Domination Phone Sex

domination phone sexDomination hone sex is what I need. I am a submissive whore, but I am not well trained. Not every man thinks of me a piece of shit. Many men worship and idolize me because I am hot. I get mixed signals. My daddy said I was a whore. He treated me like the piece of shit I am. But, with other men, I get mixed treatment. I was with John over the weekend. We met at a club. It wasn’t a BDSM club, so I was hopeful he saw me as an equal, girlfriend material. We had been on a few dates. I felt like a princess the way he spoiled me. Saturday night we were at his place. Romantic dinner, lovemaking then I spilled some wine on his carpet and he slapped me. I saw a different side of him. He grabbed my hair and pushed my face in the carpet like I was a dog who pissed the floor. Next thing I knew, I had a collar around my neck. He had a chain leash affixed to the collar. He told me from now on I am his bitch because I can’t be trusted not to ruin things. I apologized or being clumsy, but he didn’t want to hear it. He punched me in the gut, bringing me to my knees. That’s when he pissed in my face. He laughed as my eyes burned from his urine. He snapped. Went from a great guy to a mean bastard over a glass of spilled wine. I spent the weekend in a dog cage. I was no longer his girlfriend. I was his slave, his prisoner. He pissed and came on me all weekend, never again showing me an ounce of affection. I think I like being his bitch better than being his girlfriend.

Bondage Phone Sex Whore

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Bondage phone sex? Are you into that? I am one of those girls who loves to be tied up and abused. I am a submissive whore. Tie me up and fuck the shit out of me. I got more than I bargained for the other night, as usual. I was checking out a new club. BDSM club that matches servants with masters. I was at the club’s mercy to be paired with a master who would not do any real damage. I didn’t fair so well. Master Toby was one of those guys who hates women. He was not so much a Master as just a cruel man who hated all women. He took out his anger on my body.  I was his punching bag for a good hour before he even pulled out his cock. He smacked my tits. He pierced my clit with some sort of pin. I was in pain. Lots of it. I was screaming to get out of the room. I didn’t sign up for torture sex, but it was what I was getting. I didn’t get but one scream out, when Master Toby took off his belt. I felt leather around my neck. He tightened it so tight that I couldn’t breathe. That is when his dick went up my ass. The harder he fucked my ass, the tighter the belt became on my throat.  Some help came. I knew the club had to have some rules. All the BDSM clubs do. Instead of helping me, however, the guys joined in. They saw free pussy and ass.  Two cocks forced their way into my cunt and ass. One guy rammed his dick down my throat. He was holding on to the belt with both hands as his big dick choked me.  I passed out. Woke up in the room covered in cum and bruises. Another day in the life of a worthless whore.

Playing Both Sides And Loving It Part 1

Mutilation phone sexI love being beaten, tortured, mutilated, drugged, raped, and hopefully put to death someday. But the other night when I was making myself vulnerable by walking around in a bad neighborhood. Wearing a short skirt, with no panties. A low cut shirt, with no bra. And three inch black heels. I walked into a bar and ordered myself a drink. I went over to booth and sat down. I started to sip my drink Vodka tonic. I saw that there was this guy staring at me. I did recognize him from the neighborhood walking around as I do. I picked up on the vibe he has very nasty thoughts. They we were making eye contact I could read his every kinky dirty little thought. He walked over to me and sat down. He said that he recognized me as one of the druggy whores you give it away for free. I giggled at his words. Taking my foot and rubbing up against his leg. And biting on my lip. He leaned in and uttered the words if you come with me I will give you what you want and more you piece of shit garbage. These words going straight to my soaking cunt. I will follow I whispered in a lustful voice. I had no idea what he meant but I did not care. I was not sure what was ahead for the evening but I could tell it would be painful and satisfying all at once. I followed him to his apartment. When we got inside there was a young girl all ready, with her wrists cuffed. She was doped up on something the needle was still hanging out of her arm. He threw me to the ground and said in a very harsh voice. “You are gonna help me to fuck, torture and mutilate her. Then help me to snuff her ass right out. Then I am gonna turn on you and do all the same to you. So what you want done to you, you better do to her cunt hag.” This blog is getting kinda long so I think I will break it up into different parts. Look for part two. Cannot wait to share with you.

Master’s Foot Fetish

Bondage phone sexMaster has a very dirty fetish for feet and he loves to use me as his sexy scapegoat to unleash all of his wild antics on to! After being tied up in bondage that I am unable to wiggle myself out of, he demands that I am his submissive slut while he’s massaging my feet with yummy smelling lotion, using his fingers to wiggle between the cracks of my toes, that shit feels so fucking good! Once i’m nice and moist from my rub down, he wraps the soles of my feet around his rock hard dick so that I can vigorously stroke him up and down, causing a slippery mess all over! The ridge on my big toes loves to be teased and Master enjoys teasing with his wet tongue, sloshing his saliva all over! This is pretty much the only time that Master ever allows me to actually enjoy something harmless while being his submissive cum whore while he dominates my pretty feet! I can’t lie, I really do enjoy it so much! I know that I am going to get into trouble for saying that but I don’t care, it’s worth it! When Master is ready to bust his huge load of cock cream, he aims to shoot between the slits of my toes, filling up each crevice with his gooey cum!

The Thugs’ Pet

Gangbang rape pornIt’s been 3 weeks and I’m still at the gangsters’ trap house. Every time my man shows up I think he’s taking me back to our house but he’s only there to get more crack. He sees the bruises all over my body but he doesn’t care. I plead and cry for him to rescue me, but someone slaps me to shut me up. Thug after thug fucks me in every hole until blood runs down my thighs. The big joke that keeps them rolling on the floor with laughter is keeping a leash around my neck and forcing me to crawl around on my hands and knees. They feed me dog food in a dog bowl and whip me with a leather belt if I try to use my hands to feed myself. I feel so humiliated, like shit on the bottom of a shoe. I cry out to God to rescue me, but I guess he’s ignoring me.

The Gangsters’ Play Toy

Gangbang rape pornMy man left me at the gang’s trap house for a few crack rocks again. These thugs treat me worse than a dog. For their amusement, they force me to eat from a dog bowl like an animal. I stay on my knees sucking cock all day until my lips are swollen and sore. They bend me over and fuck my asshole brutally until blood runs down my thighs. I’m not allowed to cry or scream out in pain or they beat me. They forced me to smoke crack until I beg for more. Smoking crack takes away the pain and sadness of knowing my body is worth 3 crack rocks. Minutes blend into hours, and hours blend into days as I’m fucked over and over again. As soon as one gangster fucks me and leaves my cunt filled with semen the next gangster steps up to take his place. I’m constantly hoping that my crack head boyfriend will come to my rescue, but he never comes.

I am your willing victim

Its not that I want to die but I love it when I am taken to the edge.I am the perfect victim because I am such a willing slut and will always play my part.I really enjoy rape fantasies and anal rape fantasy. There is something about somebody grabbing me from behind and forcing me into an alley or a dark place with the intention of violating my holes. When a cock is forced into your cunt as you are screaming and trying so very hard to get away but te more you struggle the harder they fuck you because it excites your attacker. As they spread your legs and mouth open and make you do vile and unmentionable things. I enjoy the excitement probably just as much as my attacker does. It makes me very wet and makes me want to come all over the place. I love being forced, fucked and violated in multiple way. The more violent, the better.

 

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Gothic Phone Sex With Kali

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I hang out with a bunch of the weirdo outcasts at school. They started showed me this weird films of people having horrible things done to them but to be completely honest- it turned me on so much it was crazy. Watching all that blood and gore go down on film was intense. Seeing girls take cocks till they literally had their eyeballs popping out drove me crazy and made my pussy so wet it hurt. Seeing those chicks get kicked around, beat up and fucked hard just made me want to join in on the fun. Now me and the guys from the school are making our own little “art” films these days. We’ve been having viewing parties and it’s a fucked up blast. Me and the other goth kicks all decked out, listening to techno having orgies while our little fun movies play on the screen behind us. You’re more than invited to join!

Clumps of Hair

Violent phone sexI accidentally over-cooked my man’s steak and he flew into a rage. He threw the plate and the steak against the wall. The plate shattered into million broken pieces. He flew toward me and I ran towards the door. I was half way out of the door but he pulled me back in by my hair. He loves jerking me around by my hair. Sometimes he pulls and jerks it so hard that it comes out in clumps. He slapped me so hard that I swear that I saw stars. But I guess that I didn’t scream in pain loud enough because he punched me in the stomach. I doubled over in pain, no sound escaped my lips because he had knocked the wind out of me. Now he was satisfied. He’s beat my ass so many times that I’ve lost count. Why can’t I leave? What’s wrong with me? I sell my pussy to keep him high on crack. But still, he isn’t satisfied until he puts his hands on me.