I interviewed for my dream job. I have been dying to get this postion. When I got the callback, I knew I nailed it and had it in the bag. I thought my potential boss loved me and was respectable and professional. Going in for this second interview was something I wanted more than ever. I was so close to victory and potentially got this job I have hoped for, for what felt like the longest. I walked in gleefully and cheery. I could tell he was not in the mood. I guess he was parting a little too much because his blinds were closed and it was dark. I could feel the environment and vibe shift even more sinister when he started asking me sexual questions. I tried to shrug it off, but he came on even stronger. Panick surged inside me, and all I could smell was the liquor on his breath. I was wondering why he was so close to me, and I knew he wanted a piece of me. He asked me how bad I want the job and proceeded to have snuff sex with me till I was knocked out cold.
Tag: Fantasy phone sex
how bad do you want it
Missing His Black Pussy Sex Slave
He isn’t going to tell me but I know my master missed me. The way he talked about that other slave I could tell he now knows this chocolate pussy sex slave is everything he could have ever asked for. He called me down from my room and told me he wanted to talk to me. He told me he now understands he has it good with me. That I am above average when it comes to being the perfect sex slave. Now, not only does he want me to be his sex slave, he wants me to be his accomplice.
My master told me every other week we will train other sex slaves, the ones that are not making their masters happy. We will take them for a week and turn them into the best sex slaves they can be. I mean, these girls have no choice. They are slaves to their masters. I do not understand how someone could be bad at it. I know some girls have died from being horrible sex slaves to their masters. I guess some masters would rather not kill off their slaves. My master told me while I am an accomplice to his training operation I will not be a slave. He said the moment we are done, I better go back to being his black fuck slave or there will be punishments. Oh, if master only knew how much this black slave cunt throbbed every time I felt him abusing me for his pleasure. Calling me a nigger whore, telling me I do not deserve such a fine thick white cock, all while he is punishing my aching cunt and asshole. Master said we will get our first sex slave tomorrow. I am excited, yes I love being abused and tortured by my master but their is something about being able to do the same to a slave whore that has my clit pulsing with extasy. I will know for sure tomorrow.
Dark Fantasy Phone Sex
You must be careful who you tell your dark fantasy phone sex desires to because some sick fucks want to make them a reality. Russ is an old friend. A party and fuck buddy. I have known him since my street hooking days as a teen girl. He was a drug dealer back then. Still is, just he is the man in charge now with a huge organization. One night we were trying out some new coke he had and sharing our dark desires. He asked me to tell him something that might shock him. I told him I had gangbang rape porn fantasies. The violent kind. The kind where I was tied up and ravaged for days, living on nothing more than cum and piss. He gave me a what the fuck look. When a drug king pin gives you that look, you know you are fucked up. I told him that years ago. And somehow, in his doped up stupor, he remembered it. Last night we were partying and the next thing I knew, I was tied up being forcibly gang banged by his dealers. There were like 6 men taking turns on me all night long. Ass and cunt prolapsed. Rope burns from being bound for almost 24 hours. Sleep deprived and covered in cum. I looked like Russ had dumped a bucket of jizz over my head. You couldn’t even see what color my eyes were. I love being mistreated, but Russ is one sadistic man. He sat on my dark fantasy for years, waiting for the right time to make it happen for me. He showed me no mercy. That was okay. I am a taboo phone sex whore. I deserve no mercy. I just deserve to be used for mens’ sick pleasures. I know you agree.
Torture This Sex Slave
I want the masters who know how to torture and degrade a nigger cunt slave like me. Make me your punching bag or better yet your torture toy. I want to see how far you will take it. Hand me that sharp knife you have and make me cut myself, watching the blood drip from my chocolate skin is sure to get you going. Did I do something wrong, master?
Punish me, every slave needs a good punishing. Make sure you tell me how much of a nigger bitch I really am and how lucky I am to have you as my master. These big black nipples are here for you to torture also. Maybe you have some clamps you have been dying to use on a slave like me. Listen to me moan in pain while you’re watching my nipples stretch and twist in different directions. Stretch this fucking slave asshole out so wide I won’t be able to take a shit the next day. The possibilities are endless with me. I will die to please, my master. My motto is, whatever the master wants, the master gets.
Satanic parental abuse
Seeing all of these Moms and Dads who have no problem engaging in blasphemy sex with their little ones really makes my slutty snuff cunt super fuckin wet. They don’t care about abusing young ones, especially their own! Parents who take complete direction from Satan himself are the best type of parents that you could possibly have. They are simply vessels for the Devil to do his dirty work. Parental abuse against sweet little angels is the direct work of the Dark Side. The most evil of mommies and daddies are willing & eager to have their youngster’s souls sold to Satan, just like how they sold theirs a long time ago! The only reason naughty Satanic parents even go to church is so that they can have their way with all the little ones that attend! Molesting and force fucking those tiny bodies in front of the entire church procession is exactly what the Devil would want to happen! The more blasphemous and sexual situation created against Jesus Christ, the better. The parents cry out how much they love Satan and how much they hate God and Jesus, they truly just don’t give a fuck!
Slave Trade
My master traded me for another slave today. I was hurt to think he would want someone over me. I do everything and anything he wants. He is trading with one of his friends. The deal they set up was they switch us for two weeks. If they like the trade they will keep things the way they are, if not, I will go back to my master and everything will be back to normal. I know my master will take me back. I am the best black sex slave there is. Master will miss me once he realizes no other bitch slave will take what I can take. See, my secret weapon is I like the abuse. I like when master tears my tight nigger ass, leaving it to bleed all over his cock while he is fucking me hard in my wet nigger cunt. It is my little secret of course, but it doesn’t matter if it is a secret, it’s the fact that I can handle more in a day than what most of these pathetic sex slave bitches can handle in a week. I have not seen my temporary master in person yet. From what I hear he is younger than my master and stronger. Who knows maybe I will be the one who doesn’t want to go back.
Snuff sex addict
Snuff sex is the best when it is spontaneous. I like going to clubs and targetting sluts that catch my eye. The best snuff fuck sessions have happened randomly. I see a girl I know, and I instantly get the wrong ideas. This week I saw a girl that is an avid bible study ended. We both went to Catholic school together. I could see she was out of her element and I decided to buy her a drink. I made her ease up with some fun stuff. She had no idea I slid some pills in her glass. I had her so out of it that I even was having her do a bunch of coke lines. I eventually convinced her to partake in a gangbang. I had a few buddies rough her up and leave her beaten to a pulp. I wonder how she woke up the next day if she ever did.
Accomplice Phone Sex Surprise
As a submissive, accomplice phone sex goes with the territory. I started seeing a new man recently. Turns out he only picked me up because he thought I was a mommy. I’m old enough to be a mother, but I have never wanted to me one. When he found out I had no desire to get pregnant, nor did I have a little girl for him to fuck, he left. I was desperate to get him back. He is handsome, wealthy and not as mean as some of the other men I have dated. I got desperate. I knew he had no desire for my loose holes. I went to the park and lured a cute little blonde angel away. I drugged her, then put her in my car. I showed up at his house with a sweet young present. He was impressed with me for going the extra mile to win him back. It worked. I watched as he made his rape fantasies a reality with a super young girl. I was jealous he wasn’t fucking me, but I won him back. Sure, I sacrificed a young girl to win back my man, but she won’t find a better man to fuck. He will make her a ass rape porn star. That is of course if she survives.
Getting What I Deserve
You promised me exactly what I wanted a night to remember. I don’t know it yet but I know you. You have been talking with me online with a fake profile. A few years ago I fucked you and robbed your wallet and few other valuable items while you were passed out from the drug I slipped into your drink. It has taken you sometime but you are ready to get your revenge. I think I am on my way to have a nice date with a sucker of a guy that I will also drug fuck and rob from. Little do I know what you have waiting for me. I pull up to your house and I knock on the door. I do not recognize you when you greet me. I walk in and for the first hour, everything is going according to my plan. After dinner, I suggest we have some drinks and that is where I plan to drug you. But this time I will not have such luck. You disappear and come back with two glasses of red wine and a knife hidden behind you. We sit down on the couch and I try to distract you but you are not having it. You look into my eyes and kiss me so softly and gently. I am in a trance for a moment. Bam, something hits my head and I fall off the couch and double over in pain on the floor. You throw your body on top of me and punch me in my face calling me a trashy whore. “do you remember me you stupid cunt?” Before I could answer with a no you remind me of who you are and what I did to you a few years ago. You are one of many that I fucked drugged and robbed so I barely remember your face or that night. But I have a feeling I will remember you after tonight.
Dying For Your Pleasure
Fuck my lifeless body. That is what my master likes to do and he is serious about it. My master is so serious he took me to an acting class to teach me how to correctly play dead. No movement, little to no breathing and definitely no sound shall come out of my fucking nigger mouth. This was not an easy thing to learn, trying to keep quiet while every inch of my master’s cock is pounding away at my bruised up nigger pussy. With daily practice and a lot of beatings from my master, I was finally able to keep quiet while he fucked me senseless. I do not mind playing dead for my master, this type of sex is the only time he is not leaving me bruised up. The only thing I do not like about it is when my Master tells me not to move after he shoots a load as far as he can in my lifeless slut cunt. I am not allowed to move until Master comes back and fucks my dead creampie pussy one more time. He will usually come back for one more round later in the night but there have been times where he has not come back until the next day. Laying still not being able to move while I can feel my master’s cum oozing out of my nasty nigger cunt is something I do not think I will ever get used to. Oh well, if it’s what master wants, this black nigger whore will make sure it is what he gets.









