The hot ashes rained down on our sweating bodies as the fireworks shattered the skies above.I was bouncing on Master’s cock to the tempo of the pyrotechnics. Beyond the burn of the falling embers on my skin, I felt the heat of a thousand gazes. My pussy was sloppy wet, sliding up and down his cock. I arched my back, and looked over my shoulder to see the masses stuffing the riverfront for the Fourth Of July.
Master reached his bull-thick hand up, wrapping his fingers around my delicate throat. He squeezed, until I wasn’t sure if I was seeing fireworks or stars. I couldn’t breathe, but I didn’t fight it. This was exactly the rough fucking I loved. Everything went quiet; everything went black.
When I regained consciousness, the deafening cannons of the fireworks were going into the grand finale. Evidently, so were we. Three men, one Master, surrounded me. They lit the sparklers, and held them close to my soft skin. My nipples caught the sparks, my sweet pussy singed. I moaned, but no one could hear me.
They grabbed me, and laid me to straddle a man. He slid, lubeless, into my tight asshole. Master shoved his cock right into my pain slave mouth, and the third man popped himself deep into my cunt. Rhythmless, reckless with abandon, they gangbanged me in front of the crowd. These people were getting a show, all right. Instead of fireworks exploding, three men came in my slutty whore holes almost simultaneously.
I laid back, well spent, as Master stroked my face. A standing ovation came harder than I had, and I knew every single one of those sick fucks was clapping for me.
Category: BDSM Phone Sex
Fucked Under The Fireworks
Punishment Through Pleasure
I was in the stocks, at the local BDSM Club. Master had brought me to be used by his companions. I was kneeling, with my hands outstretched in front of me; trapped in chains. My legs in stocks, with a spreader bar, and I was locked in. Blindfolded.
They came and they went, the wandering hands and the dripping cocks. They poked and prodded and probed, and filled my holes again and again and again.
I was being edged, as a community game. I needed to cum so badly. I didn’t know how long I had been here, but it didn’t matter. Minutes would have felt like hours anyway.
My cunt was slick, hot and dripping. I knew for sure that if the next cock that fucked me wasn’t careful, I would cum all over. I didn’t want that. My punishment would be far worse than this.
Sure enough, he came. He slid himself right into me, twisting the piercing on my clit, and giving me a hard slap on the ass. That’s all it took to throw me over the edge. I was milking his cock before either of us knew it was happening.
That’s when Master’s true fun began. They unchained me, and sat me down on the sybian. Master said if I wanted to cum so bad, I can spend several hours at it.
I’ve only come twice, but I am an absolute hell. It will not stop, and I know I will have hours of this torture by Pleasure. No matter where I squirm to, I cannot get away. The way that I fit oh, the way that I melt it, like clit is constantly in contact with the buzzing of the machine.
I’m screaming, but nobody is coming to help me. They sit around, drinking their martinis and laughing. What a poor little slave I am.
Perfect Pain Slut
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.
True Holy Water
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.
Yours to Possess
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?