The first thing you should know about me, is that I’m a filthy fucking whore. I crave things that make other women scared. While they shiver in fear, I quiver in pleasure. I’m not very good at this whole dating scene. The sort of scenes I’m good at will fulfill every single one of your wildest fantasies, though. I am here to be whatever you need me to be. I’m a pain slut baby, and that means I’ll beg for what other women shrink from. I need the contact, I need the hard crack of your hand going across my face, or my bare ass.
I need the tears that will fall from my beautiful eyes and the sobs that will escape mixed with the moans. These are the things I need to cum. I need you to beat me senseless. Not only until I’m black and blue, but until my pussy is dripping and ready to use. I’m not good at this dating scene, but I’ll be your own personal cock sleeve.I need to please you, Master.
I’ll give you everything and anything you ever wanted. You’re porn search history? Don’t be ashamed. Don’t be afraid. Let’s explore every filthy fetish you have together. I know how to please a man, and even better how to please a Master. I may not be the one you want to take home to your mother, but I will be the one you want to take home, tie your bed, and make your slave for the rest of the night, every night.
Forgive me Father, for I have sinned. I thought I was ready to turn my life around. I had started going to the local Catholic Cathedral every Sunday, I was serving food in the local soup kitchens, and donating to charity every chance I got. Most of all, I had started my celibacy.
I was almost three months in when Father Arthur asked me to stay after Mass one day, just to help him with some paperwork in his office. How could I refuse? Such a holy man. He really leads his flock with love. He told me he needed to go up there first, and that he would meet me there when I was ready. I smiled and nodded, and thanked him as he walked away.
I wouldn’t stay thankful for long. Upon entering his office, the door slammed shut behind me. I looked, and Sister Mary Ethel and Sister Alice stood there, barring my way.
“It would seem that you have some repenting to do.” Father Arthur said as he stood. The sisters threw me over his desk, and they ripped my skirt down for my hips exposing my pink little ass cheeks and my rapidly dampening cunny.
I started to protest, but his cock was in my mouth before I knew what was happening. As I sucked and licked, and let him throat fuck me, the sisters began to beat me. With the rulers, with their rosaries, with anything that was available. Yes, even the Bible itself.
All the way up my ass, right down my soft little thighs, they abused my sweet skin. I was screaming around his cock. I could feel the welts on my ass as they beat me, and I could feel my pussy starting to really drip.
Sister Mary Ethel pointed that out, and they began to gently tease my cunt. Above the pain, I felt the pleasure. I had tried to repent, but God was making it very clear. I was born to be a sinner; a pain slut. As I came, all over the sisters fingers, they smirked and made a comment about “true holy water”.
As the priest came down my throat, he said,
“Take unto you the body of Christ, and be forever saved.” I felt the mix of cum and blood trickling down the back of my leg where I had been cut with the ruler, but I didn’t care. In my head I was screaming, begging for more.
I’m now on my true path, who I really was meant to be. An overly submissive masochist, all thanks to Father Arthur putting me back on my path. Hallowed be thy name.
The darkest part of night is always when I have all of my fun. It hides the bruises that You give me, the cuts along my chest, and the screams that escape me. It doesn’t shroud what You do to me, though. The way You walk into a room, and just grab me. Because I am Yours, every piece of me is your property, and it all belongs to you. I am Yours to possess. Your hand around my throat, forcing me against the wall.
Your other hand in my hair, as You bring me down to suck on your fat cock. You want me to fuck your friends? Yes Master. If they want a fucking show, this filthy slut will give it to them. You want me to display myself at the family picnic? Yes Master. You want to string me up from the rafters by my nipples and my ankles? Anything to please You. Every breath, everything that I do, it’s all for You.
I crave the detailed attentions that only You offer. I need the sting of Your palm across my face, my ass, my tits, my cunt. I need the pain as much as I need the pleasure. At the very thought of You, my sweet pussy is instantly soaked. I need it. I need You, and every ounce of pleasure and pain You so generously gift me. In a perfect world, I’d live as Your slave, 24/7/365. Willingly, of course. Won’t You come and play with me? Won’t You remind me who I belong to?
It hurt like Hell; but I was in Heaven. I was slick with desire, my cunny a running river. Floating on cloud nine, I screamed again as the whip bit into my tender thigh, the welt not far behind. “But daddy I have been a good girl.” I was sobbing, every breath a dagger in my side. I was sure at least one rib was broken.
“I know.” His voice was sandpaper and steel. “You’re welcome.” The whip kissed my tear stained cheek, blood bubbling up in its wake. I smiled over my split lip, thanking him with every breath. Daddy’s hands would be gentle later, as he soothed my scar-bound skin with gentle strokes of salve. Until then, I lived in the Glory of his lashes.
I was chained to an upright Saint Andrew’s Cross. He circled me, prowling like a predator on the hunt, eager to decide where to strike next. I was a prey who had wandered willingly into his trap. I was more frightened than I had ever been; a true deer in the headlights.
He whipped me until dusk, and then until dawn. By the time it was noon again, I’d lost feeling in my hands and feet, but not where it counted. I was a latticework cross-stitch in ivory and crimson, and all I could think about was getting more, the snap of the whip, and the smooth walnut of the crux decussata.
My throat was raw from crying and shouting, and from the eight times he’d throat fucked me with his thick cock. From the look in his slate eyes, I knew number nine was coming soon, and I had no idea when it would stop. The very thought made my slick pussy drip even more. Woe is me, the luckiest little pain slut on the planet; and blessed is Saint Andrew.
This teen whore loves to babysit brats on the weekends. Not because of the money but because I know that the hot daddies love to fuck tight cheerleader bodies like mine. Sam has two precious angels that are the easiest little girls to watch. They adore me and I adore their daddy’s big fat dick! Saturday night I had both in bed watching their favorite cartoon when Sam came home early. His cock was rock hard as he pushed me down on the couch. My panties were ripped to the side and he pushed his cock deep in me. I was unprepared and the girls were still up, and I moaned loud. I heard those feet hit the stairs, but Sam didn’t stop fucking me! I tried to push him off, but he kept fucking me calling me his hot teen slut. I saw them watching daddy fucking my tight pussy roughly. Then he pulled out and yanked my head down to suck his cock off the rest of the way. Those girls eyes bulged out and they slipped little fingers into those cotton panties as they watched me drain daddy. It was really fucking hot! I never thought He would be so bold and fuck me in front of his Angels. I hope it happens again and again, Maybe I can mold his girls into my little sex slaves.
I was so scared and alone, he dropped me off there at that shady bar in a bad neighborhood and I had no idea what was going to happen to me. The place was full of hard looking men, as soon as I walked in they were forcing me to get up on stage and dance for them. I didn’t really want to but what could I do? I was told that I wasn’t allowed to say no and I wasn’t allowed to fight them off. If they wanted to kill me they could. I was allowed no resistance. I stripped my clothes off and I could feel all their eyes on me and I knew that this was going to be the easiest thing I would be forced to do tonight. When the song ended they pulled me down and began to use me. Every fuck hole was filled with at least one cock and believe me none of them were gentle with me. I couldn’t breathe, my body was on fire and everything hurt but still they kept on coming back for more. I must have fucked a hundred men that night, by the time the last one finished with me I was bruised and bleeding and filled with cum. I’ve never been so humiliated in my life!
Kinky phone sex is a little bit of an awkward thing for some to come clean about, but I want you to get me dirty. Get me dirty with your kinky ideas and those naughty twisted little fetishes. I am interested in what you need my naughty little boyfriend. This GFE *Girl friend experience hottie just can’t stop wondering what sort of things you would try with me. I mean look at me and well, you certainly just an average guy. I’m a hot fucking piece of coed ass and can get anyone I want. I like both, pussy and dick. I love to fuck a pervert in the ass with a strap-on. You know they call that pegging and I tried pegging my girlfriends pussy last year and I loved it as much as she did. She came hard on my strap-op cock. I bet you would cream your panties if you witnessed the fucking we did that night. I know her boyfriend sported a tent in his trousers immediately when we told him about it. We told him how I could make her come and how I really wanted to peg him next, while he was fucking her.
My twat demand’s pain, it send’s shivers up my spine! I’m the epitome of anything goes. You wanna bite my clit, pinch my nips, and tear me a new one? Tie me up, torture me, gag me? Fucking fantastic, This is one pain slut that can conquer your every twisted, converted demand’s! Choke me, Big Daddy while you’re deep down inside my throat, don’t let up even when you feel my body going limp, until you jiz down my throat. Is that ok, Master? Let me feel what you have in store for me. Shower me with pain, and cum until the point of no return. Innertwine me with fear, excitement and pain all in one. I promise you Master, I won’t let you down!
Do you have what it takes to come into my world? Can you dominate me, but release control when needed? I like a man that can control me, but allow me to have the power I desire when necessary. Can you fuck me the way I need to be fucked? I desire someone with experience, someone who can conquer my every need. I long to have you pound my fuckhole the way I dream of, Don’t treat me like I’m fragile! I want a real man who isn’t scared to really get down and dirty with me. Man handle me, I will relinquish control where you can have your way with me. Lick my sweet, little clit until you taste my juices, I’ll shove your face in it until you can barely breathe, gushing all in your mouth….
People ask why I’m into pain, why it turns me on so much? Have you ever had a feeling so electrifying that it consumed you? Mesmerized you to the point of no return? If you have, you wouldn’t wonder why it intrigued me so much. You would just come over here and start biting on my nipples til they were bleeding, tie me up and hang me from the ceiling til you fuck me so hard that my pussy is gushing all over you! Now lower me and make me suck your rock hard cock until I can’t feel the back of my throat, wrap your big, strong hands around my fragile neck and squeeze. Choke me while your cock is down my throat and don’t let up, even if I’m turning blue, until you shoot a load of hot cum down my airway. Why wouldn’t I love this sexually satisfying torture!
