I have sick fantasies that get me off, just like you do. In my darkest most masochistic fantasies, I’m walking down the street alone without any weapons. It’s night time, and it’s very dark; I can’t see very much. A black and looming windowless van pulls up along side me, and offers me a ride. When I say no, I get forced into the van, and hands gloved in latex grab me and bend me over. I know damn well they want to force their way into my fuck holes and violate me endlessly. Fuck the very thought gets me so wet my pretty pink panties are soaked! They flog me and violate me and have their fucking was with my sexy little fuck whore body! I love non consent scenes. I mean that. if you see me on the street, in the store, pumping gas, just grab me and drive away. Use me for your sick, carnal pleasure and then leave me in a puddle of your juices on some street corner, broken and destroyed.
“What’s the strangest object you’ve ever shoved in your ass during anal phone sex?” He asked me as he landed another blow with the flogger. I let out a cry, but started wracking my brain for the answer. There was, of course, things like cucumbers and broom handles, and even toothbrushes. Nah. I’ve had furry friend cocks up my tight fuck hole, a variety of them, but I knew these things weren’t the answer Master wanted.
He had me dressed up in my checkerboard body suit, my anal hook in and I was all bound up.
There was the time I anally fucked the stick shift in Master’s vehicle, or the toilet handle in a fast food bathroom. He hit me on each nipple, and my sweet dripping cunt got two lashes. I cried out in pain and pleasure, the mixture of the two turning me into some type of animal. I needed to focus; the strangest insertable item during anal phone sex? “Maybe that dildo carved out of chhurpi?” I whined as he slapped me across the face. Master gripped my pathetic young face in one hand, and pulled me close until he could bite my lower lip. I cried out; he pulled away and blood trickled down my chin. I licked at it eagerly.
Then, he held up a box. “This box is worth £100,000. Inside it is the strangest, albeit most expensive, thing to ever go in your ass, whore. This is a seven inch long mummified penis that was once attached to some English gentleman who became aroused during his hanging circa the eighteenth century.” Master was right; nothing would ever surpass this preserved biological dildo. He bent me over his knee, and lubed up my tight little rosebud before forcing this mummified prick deep into my submissive little ass hole!
Master fucked me with it for hours while I worked my shift on the phone sex lines. He was pressing small vibrators to my poor sweet clitty so that I would cum with this fucking foreign thing drilling me during my anal phone sex sessions. I’ll tell you what, everyone knew I wasn’t faking it, and I made so much money that night! No one believed me when I told them it was a mummified seven inch cock ramming me, though.
The only thing they believed is that I was an anal sex whore who does anything Master says. That there is the entire fucking truth.
The nipple clamps had needle point teeth that bit into my hard tits like so many lovers past. When he secured them, I winced as they drew blood. Little red rivers, caressing my soft skin; from my perky tits, down my smooth belly, right down over my narrow little hips. Until my own blood slips down over my tight shaved pussy. I could feel the heat flow over my clit, which just adds to the sloppy wet mess my cunt had become.
They attached to my posture collar, pulling them consistently as I struggled to keep my chin up and my back straight. The blood turns me on like little else does. When he approaches my with a stainless steel scalpel, I don’t flinch. My cunt clenches up, and he drags it across my skin. “Slut” is what he carves into my left tit, “pain” into my right. He’s right. I watch the blood trickle down my sweating, bound body, and nearly cum from just that.
Any pain he gifts me is just that; arousal and relief from the pain of true existence. I exist only to serve him, for him to use me. I am his play thing, his fuck toy, his punching bag, his carving board, his target practice. Every suture after a scene, every scar, is what keeps me cumming back for more.
I used to complain about ever having to leave my dorm; now if I spend one more second in this quarantine, I’m going to explode! I have to listen to my flatmate fuck her boyfriend’s huge horse cock day in and day out, and even my vibrator just isn’t doing it for my tight college cunt.
I went so far as to even get freaky with our four legged friend. I swore I would never ever let a tongue so long near my perfect pussy, but desperate times call for sexily desperate measures. My beastie has such a pleasurable tongue. I squirted all over her.
I need some cock, some real cock. Any cock will do. I literally mean anyone. I cannot take this quarantine chastity any longer. I need some Goddamn release. I guess I’ll have to seduce my flat mate’s boyfriend while she’s asleep tonight. I’d let that BBC stretch my tight holes for hours if he could keep up with my dripping young cunt and my insatiable slut sex drive.
I am your servant eternal; your own personal pain whore ready to make all of your wild ride fantasies into reality. I love a strong man ordering me around. It makes my wet young pussy soaking wet. Fifty Shades of Grey has absolutely nothing on you and your twisted, sadistic mind. We went to the airport this morning. You had me dress in a little red dress with eight inch stiletto boots that caressed my legs all the way up my thighs.
Security is down with the virus panic in full swing, so we made it in without tickets. You told me you wanted me to bring you a new meat puppet, and I readily agreed. I love being your little accomplice whore. I approached the “social Distancing” bar, and sat alone. It wasn’t long before men started approaching me, looking to join the Mile High club.
They didn’t know what fortune awaited them, or how at risk they truly were.
Cock after cock I let slide away, until I chose a big and tall body builder type. I know you love to snuff out the big boys. I lured him into the Family bathroom, and the fear in his eyes when you bludgeoned him in the head with a trash can got my cunt dripping.
You said you were going to discipline him, teach him a little respect for approaching your whore while I sat alone. He trembled, reduced to a quivering puddle of pathetic pleading and tears. I sat in the corner, masturbating my slutty cunt while I watched you butcher that bastard, and flush him down the toilet piece by piece. To his very last breath, that meat bag begged for release. I came all over my hands when you told him the only escape was the drain.
I’ve been forbidden to cum on my own. Master says all of my pleasure must belong to a man, and I, a lowly slave slut, know my place. Though my young bald cunt is sopping wet, I must restrain myself until a real man comes to make a whore out of me. My fuckholes are for the pleasure of the dominant sex, the stronger sex. I need to be used, damn it. Maybe if I act very coquettish, very sexy, I can lure in a Master to show me what a filthy dumb cunt I am, and abuse my pussy just the way I need. Until then, I’m stuck at home, daydreaming of the days I can fulfill the only two purposes I have ever known: giving a man my body to do with as he wishes, and being a breeding bitch for his superior genes.
Master came to play with me last night. I’ve been so lonely during this quarantine, so He came with three of his friends to remind me I’m his little fuck toy. Master spread me out, and chained me to the bed. I was helpless; I couldn’t move. Before I could object, I had a cock forced into my mouth. I was choking, but no one gave a fuck. My ass and cunt were violently stuffed with their fat pricks. It hurt so good, I was sobbing. Master stood in the corner, stroking his cock, a grin on his face. He loved putting me in my place, and I loved this forced gangbang; my dripping cunt said so. I am nothing, just his property. My body screams in pain, my cunt begs for more and more. I know what Master wants will happen. I know I am helpless, I know I am his.
I kneel at your feet, eager to please. Your cock is out, and rock hard; ready for my hot warm mouth to swallow it. Every steamy throbbing inch of your prick sliding so softly down my throat, even just the thought, makes me so wet I am almost cumming.Whether you’re slamming that cock into my tight asshole, pounding my pussy into oblivion, or graciously allowing me to worship your magnificent cock with my slick tongue and soft lips, I am insatiably needy of it. My cunt is soaked at the prospect of pleasing you, Master. I crave every last drop of your cum, be it an assful, a cuntful, or a mouthful. I am a good girl, and I always swallow your juicy load. Please, come in and relax. You worked so hard, Master. Let your little kitten take care of your every need.
Sadistic fucks like you love to torture masochistic whores like me. That is why you have me strung up and suspended from the ceiling like a piece of meat. I’m bound and helpless against your forcibly invasive hands. You poke and prod and explore why slutty teen body. I couldn’t scream if I wanted to; the ball gag is secured so well. Before I know it, you’re using me as a human ashtray, putting your cigarettes out into my skin. I’m thrashing and fighting you. Fuck it hurts so badly! But my cunt is dripping, and you know my body is begging for more. You put tight nipple clamps on me, and whip me until my nipples are dripping blood all over the floor. That only turns you on more. I see you pull out your cock, and slam it right into my sopping cunny. I moan, and then shriek in the worst pain I’ve ever had as you press a red hot brand to my left tit, and then my right. The right one said “pain” and the left now says “slut”. “Because that’s what you are. And now you’re mine until I snuff you out.” You whisper into my ear, pumping my pussy full of your steamy cum. I hang from the ceiling, begging for you to do your worst.
My professor caught my playing with my pretty pink pussy in the middle of class. I was daydreaming about you when my hand just wandered into my sweet short-shorts. I sat in the back of the classroom, so I wasn’t afraid of being so wet. But, Professor must have smelled my sweet slutty pheromones. He came almost running right back to my seat, right when I was three flicks of my clit away from cumming. He asked to speak to me in the hallway, and I could see how hard his cock was through his khakis. In the hall, he pulled out his fat cock, and forced me to my knees. I let him throat fuck me until he blew his hot, steamy load down my throat. I swallowed every drop, just like a good girl would. When I turned around, I saw a line had formed! The male faculty stood in the hall, waiting for my sweet slutty lips around their cocks.
