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Trick -r- Treat

 

I love Halloween!!

I am always excited for the young dad’s or young teen boys to come to my house.

I always get them to come into my house for one reason or another. 

I ask them if they want a trick, or treat…

My treats are the best.. 

They get blow jobs, butt sex, they can pound my pussy or fuck my titts. 

Most of them go for the treat.

Some how ever go for the trick. 

I sit them in a chair and blind fold them.. 

I put on my strap-on and make them suck my cock. 

Or I tie them to the couch and fuck their ass. 

A few men LOVE my tricks but there are the ones who where dumb enough to as for it.

Those men hate it, and often say they will call the cops..

I giggle and show them the video cameras I have set up. 

If you tell on me I’ll tell on you. 

The ones who love my tricks how ever always get a treat after words. 

What ever I do to them they do to me 🙂

Happy Trick-r-Treating!! 

Submissive Phone Sex with Cassandra: I am no Goddess

More times than not, men mistake me for a Goddess. I am tall, blonde, beautiful, buxom, intoxicating. I get it. But never judge a book by its cover. I am a Goddess in appearance only. The true me is a total submissive whore for you to use how you see fit. Nothing is off limits with me. I want a master not a lover. I want to be controlled, not be free. I want to be used , not spoiled. I want to worship not be worshiped. I don’t want to be dominate, I want to be dominated.  I don’t want a relationship, I want an ownership.  I crave a sadistic relationship, not a romantic one. I want to wear a collar, not a necklace, to suggest you own me, not that you love me. I need you to hit me, not caress me.  I need to feel pain, not love. I need to feel humiliated, not proud.

I don’t want to be smothered with love, but smothered by a pillow, your pillow. Don’t hug me, hang me. Don’t kiss me, kick me. Don’t put me on a pedestal, put me in a cage. Don’t adore me, whore me out. Don’t cater to me, cut me. Don’t buy me gifts, burn me with your cigarettes.  Don’t make love to me, fuck me. Don’t make me cum, cum on me. Don’t fondle me, fist me. Don’t tease me, deny me. Don’t save me, scar me.

I want a dark, sick, twisted relationship based on ownership, control and pain. Spank me. Spit on me. Hate me. Slap me. Bruise me. Torture me.  Mutilate me.  Degrade me. Hog tie me. Suspend me. Beat me. Do I sound like a goddess? Of course not, because I am a slave, a bitch, a whore, a victim, a submissive. I will never me a goddess, a girlfriend, or a lover. Because I was born to serve, born to worship, born to be used. And, I will serve you however you deem fit. My pain is your pleasure Master. I am waiting to be used and abused.

It won’t stop :(

That jerk William somehow got pictures to blackmail me with. There were pictures of me in class with my legs uncrossed with no panties like Mr.Thompson ordered me too, but he also got pictures from the nightmare inside the boy’s bathroom. I was mortified, now I have two people to take orders from.
I thought about telling Mr.Thompson, I just didn’t want to be a tattle tale and I also didn’t want to make William angry either or even possibly disappoint Mr. Thompson. I was being spineless, but I wanted to avoid any further humiliation.
Mr. Thompson had eased up on his punishments a bit, so that was good. For now, he was happy with no panties and the new task of sucking his cock before school started in the morning. I was more worried about what things William would have me do ( or do to me ) now because he was much more sadistic . He told me I had to meet him at the abandoned playground after school so all day I was anxiously dreading the last bell.
The time came for me to accept my punishment from William. I was trembling as I walked up the hill, through the patch of woods that lead to the old playground. There was still a jungle gym and the frame of the swing sets minus the swings. From the frame there was a rope hanging tied into a noose. William must really hate me or even want me dead if he’d do a thing like that! I started to cry a little, but I could hear someone approaching from behind me so I thought it wise to wipe them away to avoid any further punishment or embarrassment. Time to get what I deserve, like a big girl.
He demanded that I place the noose tightly around my neck, tight enough to hurt me, and that he would check. If it wasn’t done up to his standards he assured me there would be hell to pay. I was frightened, but did as I was directed. The noose was tight, but it didn’t hurt me yet I only acted like it did because I could see the other end of the rope in William’s hands so I knew it would hurt me very soon.
He pulled on the rope, cutting off my air while at the same time jamming his cock unlubricated into my ass. I attempted to scream, but it was impossible. I could hardly make a sound other than gagging. Just as I felt as if my eyes would pop out of my head and everything was going dark he released me for a few minutes. He still held the other end of the rope so I knew it was a matter of time before he’d pull it again.
I was terrified awaiting him to cut my breath off again and of course as soon as I got comfortable he cut it off again. He went right back to fucking my ass and sometimes alternating between my ass and my frightened wet pussy.
This time everything did go black, but slowly. I felt myself getting weaker and weaker until my body went completely limp. The next thing I remember I was on the ground grabbing my throat again, gasping for air. His hard pink cock was pointed directly at my face, I started to cry again. I couldn’t control it. He shot his cum directly onto my tears and rubbed  his cum into my face with his cock.
He left me alone on the ground like last time with the noose still around my neck.

I have to find a way to hide what happened because no one can ever know about this.

Phone Sex Fetish with Vinny: Ghost Fucking

I am a very sexual creature. Have been since I was young, will be when I am old. Very few things I won’t try or that I am not receptive to sexually. So when a friend told me about  Spectrophilia I was curious. This is a fetish or paraphilia in which one is attracted to ghosts or spirits. Essentially fucking ghosts. Not gonna lie, even as open minded as I am, I was having a hard time with this one. That was until my friend and I spent an exuberant amount of money to stay in a supposedly haunted house just so we could fuck a ghost. Now she claims she has before and it was the best fuck of her life. I am not going to deny myself the best fuck of my life just because it’s a supernatural fuck.

When we entered the house, I was in a heightened state of arousal, so was she. Call me crazy but I could feel a presence in the house, many presences and it was damn sexy. We took our clothes off and decided to walk around naked in hope of attracting Casper the Horny Ghost. I was really excited to try something new. I do love big black cock, always will, but something about the unknown is pretty hot too.

Then suddenly, out of know where I felt a push against my body. I was being forced to the  railing of the stairs. I looked at my friend and her eyes were glossy and she seemed to be out of her body. I was being pinned to the railing. My cunt was dripping. I was attracted to something, but no idea what it was. It was frightening and sexy at the same time. Then my friend, as if possessed, tied me up and but a separator bar in my mouth. She was restraining me for my ghost, for my spirit or maybe it was a demon.  I didn’t care. I wanted fucked and fucked hard. I felt hands on my body, grabbing my tits. I felt fingers in my cunt. I felt hot breath on my neck. But, I saw nothing.

Then it entered me. What felt like the biggest cock I had ever had inside me before. And, trust me, I have had some monster cock inside me. I couldn’t touch back. It sucked. I was restrained. My friend was just staring at me watching me thrash about. She was not her. Then she came over to me and kissed me. She had never kissed me before. He hands started exploring me. She grabbed a dildo and started fucking my cunt while my ghost moved to  my ass. Pretty sure I was getting tag teamed by two supernatural entities. My friend was correct.  Screw ghost hunting. Ghost fucking is where it’s at. This was amazing. My holes were being drilled. I was cumming over and over and over again.  I could not stop.

Suddenly though, it was gone. Whatever had entered me, left and my friend awoke from whatever state she was in and was horrified to be between my legs. I explained that her body had been high jacked by a spirit to help fuck me. She was jealous, but I assured her this house was a hotbed of ghostly sexual energy and she, no doubt, would have her turn. She did. And I got fucked more that night. I still love me some big black dick, but I am a total whore too for ghost fucking. I ain’t afraid of no ghost. In fact I am downright turned on by ghosts!

Anal Phone Sex with Blair: Mommy’s Anal Loving Ghost

Have you all seen the movie Ghost? Well, I have my own ghost story. Maybe not as romantic as Demi Moore and Patrick Swayze, but hot as hell. We live in this old restored Victorian house. When we first moved here a few years ago, I thought I was just a little out of sorts from the move. You know things would move around, doors would randomly shut, flashes of odd light would show up in pictures…. Then I started feeling like I was quite literally being fucked in my sleep. At first, I thought my son was sneaking in my room at night and slipping me his cock. He had done that before. But for one, I never had a wet spot other than my own pussy juice and two, it would happen when my son was not even home. Mostly, these ghostly like fucks occurred when I was all alone.

One night I decided to test my theory out. I did research on the Internet about how to capture a ghost of film and camera. I set up a hidden camera. Dressed myself up in something sexy and laid myself out on the floor. I did this 4 nights in a row and nothing. Okay, I was crazy. Then on the 5th night, I was getting ready to tear down my ghost cam when I felt something grab me. It grabbed me by the neck, pushed me down on the grown and tied me up. Even shoved a ball gag in my mouth. I saw nothing but my own bondage equipment floating in the air.

Then I felt weight on my body, heavy weight. Hands were exploring me, entering my holes. I was turned on by my dominant entity.  I was being suspended in air. I was scared but not so scared I screamed. I was also extremely turned on. My cunt was dripping. Then I felt arms from underneath me wrap around my body. Strong burly arms at that. I tried to convince the ghost to speak, but it only put its hands around my mouth and shoved the ball gag in deeper. As I was writhing in pleasure suspended in air, I felt my ass being penetration. Whatever was fucking my ass was huge too. I was being fucked in the ass by the invisible man, or a ghost or some sort of spirit. I could feel my ass stretching out, I could feel fingers in my cunt. I could feel myself cumming.  I was so wet. This was not a dream. I was being fucked and fucked hard. By what was a mystery.

The next morning I woke up covered in cum. On the floor, sweaty with my ass sore. There were marks on my nipples from clamps. Bruises on my rib cage from where I felt hands holding me tight. Now I do like to party and party hard but I was drug free that night. Ghosts were only in the movies right? Then I remembered I still had the camera running. I played it back and was amazed to see my ghost caught on camera. The pics were a bit blurry but clearly there was someone or something else there with me. I wanted to tell someone but who? Being fucked in the ass by a well hung ghost was National Enquirer material, or shit you tell your therapist and she prescribes you a nice psychotic med.

I did some research on the house and as it turns out a Norman Bates kind of dude owned it before we bought it at an auction. How appropriate. A horny momma’s boy died in the house that I fuck my own son. Maybe my ass reminds him of his mother’s? I decided this would be my secret until now. My anal loving ghost has been back several times. I don’t care if you think I am a crazy. A horny mommy’s best friend is an anal loving ghost.

 

Bondage Phone Sex with Cassandra: Never Take a Ride from a Stranger

It was a gorgeous day for once. So, I decided to take a drive in the country. Well, my car broke down. I was out in the middle of nowhere. I had no money with me and my fucking cell was out of signal. I started walking when a man in a jeep came along that rural road. He saw my car a ways back and put two and two together. Now, I normally don’t take rides from strangers. I know the dangers but it was getting dark and I was miles from civilization. I hopped in his jeep. I mean he didn’t look like a serial killer or anything. Looks can be deceiving.

The moment I got in I knew something was off. I just felt it. I tried to jump from the jeep, but he grabbed me by the hair and snapped me back and smashed my face so hard against the dash board I lost consciousness. I woke up naked, hog tied and strapped to the hood of his jeep like a dead deer. Now, I like bondage phone sex, but this was real and I was in Deliverance country, so anything could happen. He thought he was 4 wheeling with all the bumps he hit. I wanted to puke. He drove me to some cabin in the woods. Dragged me in by my hair like a dead animal. He strung me up and put a gag in my mouth that had spikes. Hurt like hell, and pinned my tongue in such a way that I could not move it without risk of slicing it. He wanted me quiet.

He tied me to a rack and brought out this huge fucking machine. I love those things, but not like this. He was planning on using this thing against my wishes. I was strapped down so I could not move. I felt paralyzed. He starting ramming that thing in my cunt at warp speed. Seriously, I was convulsing from the over stimulation. It was not pleasurable at that speed, for that length of time. He sat in a corner in his sex dungeon of a basement and jacked off watching me suffer. Tears running down my cheeks, pissing myself; shaking uncontrollable. This all turned him on. I was drenched in sweat, piss, cum, tears… He was still jacking off; enjoying my pain, my discomfort.

After what seemed forever, he cut me down and removed my gag. I was too drained to scream or fight him. He carried me upstairs, dumped me on his bed and tied me to each corner. I asked him what his plans were for me. He just said, “Stupid bitch. Don’t you know to never take rides from strangers.” He gave me an evil smile and left the room. He didn’t return until the morning. I had pissed the bed. I smelled awful. I looked even worse. Then he untied me, fucked me, and dumped me outside naked and filled with cum to find my way back home. Said he knew where I lived and I better never speak of this again if I valued my life. What he didn’t realize was that I don’t value my life.

Do you like bondage phone sex? Perhaps have rape phone sex fantasies? Well, I am a good subby bitch. Use me as you see fit.

Caught Red Handed

     Something scary happened to me yesterday.

     I was at Kohl’s, looking around, and I accidentally took a bracelet off the sales rack by the entrance and slipped it on my wrist. I mean, look–I know it was wrong, but the bracelet was so pretty, and I just didn’t have the money to buy it. My mom is sorta in a tight spot right now, and I really wanted that accessory…

     Keeping my head down, I made my way toward the exit and tried to shake the feeling of a million eyes watching my every move. It felt like an eternity of bunched nerves and swirling anxiety before I finally made it past the weird oblong white gates in front of the department store doors. I always wondered what those things were…

     Suddenly, a piercingly shrill ringing noise bit through to my eardrums. It sounded a lot like the beeping thing that happens in my house when I accidentally open a window in the middle of the night.

     I couldn’t tell what that weird noise was…but it was so loud…I kept walking, slowly and kinda watchful-like, peeking over my shoulder just as I was about to reach the door…and someone grabbed me. “What’s that on your arm?” the stern voice demanded. I squeaked. “I, um, well, it’s uh…” My stuttered attempt at an explanation came out rushed and pathetic sounding, even to my own ears. The man was unmoved. His eyes slanted with punishing fervor.

 

    He didn’t seem to believe me when I told him that the bracelet was mine from home. Actually, I thought he might suddenly shake me very hard and then take a bite out of my neck. He looked angry enough to do it.

     “Come with me,” he ordered, and then starting pulling me away from the exit and toward a door marked ‘Private’ on the side of the store. At first, my reaction was to fight like a wildcat and hiss, trying to pull away. But he shot me a very mean, dangerous look and I quickly settled down and follow him–though my fears were not abated.

     He shoved me into his office room and told me to sit down in the chair. His no-nonsense voice was very intimidating, and I did as I was told. “What street do you live on?” he shot out, his questions sounding much more like harsh demands with no room for an argument.

     “I, um, I didn’t do anything wrong,” I said nervously.

     The man’s eyes slanted again. “You lying little bitch.”

     He sounded so mean…I started sniffling. I really wished my Mommy was there.

     “You’re a thief!” he continued. “You sneaky little whore. I am calling your parents and then the police. Do you understand what’s going to happen to you now? You’re in BIG trouble, little girl.”

     I started protesting rapidly, coming up with any excuse necessary to convince him not to tell on me. “Please, please, please,” I begged, “I’m sorry! I’ll give the bracelet back! I didn’t mean to do it!”

     My words weren’t enough for him.

     “Take off your blouse,” he told me.

     Huh? I thought.

     He seemed to detect my uncertainty and gave me a glance-over, his eyes boring into every part of me. I shivered and drew back, crossing my arms over my chest protectively.

     His voice rang out again, at full-volume and sounding completely unabashed. “I’m going to need to do a full body cavity search. You know what that is?”

     I shook my head no.

     He nodded, as though he knew I was just a ‘sneaky little whore’ who couldn’t possibly know anything. I sniffled in response. “It’s where you take off your clothes and I stick my fingers into your orifices to make sure you’re not hiding anything else up there.” He glared at me.

     “But, but!” I protested. “I promise, I only took the bracelet!”

     The security guard was not wanting to listen to my excuses. He grabbed me by my shoulders and brought his face close to mine. His fingers bit harshly into my skin, and I whimpered in pain, trying to pull back. He stayed firm and stared right into my eyes.

     “Look you little bitch–I’m going to need to search you. You’re a criminal. If you didn’t want this problem, you shouldn’t have stolen from my store. Now do I need to make some phone calls here?”

     I shook my head frantically and my hands reached up to unbutton my blouse, shaking all the way. When my soft, tender flesh was exposed to his sight, he grabbed at my bra and ripped it off me, ignoring my feeble, pained mews in unease and fear.

     He licked his lips as his rough hands grabbed my budding breasts.

     “You in puberty? Developin’?” He asked. With his New York accent, it sounded like he was leaving off the ‘g.’

     I nodded meekly.

     “Take off your panties,” he bit out.

     “What?!” I squealed. “Please, no!”

     The security guard shook his head gruffly and grunted; I yielded to his threatening expression. Resigned and defeated, I slipped out of the rest of my clothes and stood there naked in front of him.

     He wasted no time. He pawed at me and bent me over the chair. It was awful and so invasive and degrading. I was embarrassed, ashamed, and horribly distressed. He stuck a finger in my asshole and searched for jewelry. Then he did the same to my little cunny hole. Finally, after what felt like hours of his fingers pushing upward into my holes, he drew his hand back and straightened up again.

     I thought the worst was over, but then he took out his baton. He got it out of his pants, and then told me to put it in my mouth. I did as I was told. “How does it taste?” he asked me sleazily. I kept crying as he shoved it deeper into my throat hole.

     “It’s warm and long and hard,” I answered. “It’s sort of salty.” Suddenly, I flinched. “I think it just moved in my mouth!” I informed him in shock. He just rolled his eyes and slapped me in the face. My jaw throbbed painfully, and I cast my eyes downward.

     Next, he tied my wrists and ankles down to the chair in front of him. He thrust his fingers up into my holes and told me to keep sucking his baton. I listened to what he told me to do.

     Then…it was over. He gave me harsh warning never to steal anything from his store again, and told me to put my clothes back on and leave.

     Just as I was making a run for the door, elated and joyous out of my mind for having avoided a confrontational scenario involving my parents and the police, he stopped me in my tracks.

     “And I hope you don’t think this is over,” his voice slithered lowly. “I expect you back here tomorrow. We’re going to see how far I can fit my baton into your little baby asshole.”

     I sniffled tearfully and nodded in obedience.

     “Good,” he said. “Now get the FUCK out of my sight.”

The GF Experience

Tonight my man is in for a show.
I’m gonna great him at the door, in my fishnet body suit, with a beer and take him to our living room.
I’m gonna sit him down in a chair in-front of the couch. 
Ill dim the lights, turn on some sexy music and start dancing for him.
I’m gonna give him a pair of scissors. and let him cut parts of my body suit off of me. 
As I give him a lap dance and feel his hard cock through his pants. 
I’m going to walk to the couch, take off everything but my fuck me heels, and start playing with my pussy. 
Rubbing my fingers up and down.
Pushing them in and out of my beautiful wet pussy.
 
Then, I’m going to grab my silver friend.
Suck on it as if it was his dick.
I’m going to rub it up and down my pussy to my ass. 
I’m gonna make him cum just by watching me fuck myself. 
 love and kisses,
Sabrina

Good Girl October, Bad Fuck Toy!!

Guess what? I’ve been such a good girl this past week that master says he has a nice surprise for me! And I pick YOU to cum and watch. I only get to pick one, and its you. Glad you could make it. I’m just as excited as you are. He leads us into the back room, normally where I take all my punishments. Soon as he opens the door we see a sexy dirty slut tied up, her nipples are smashed and she has a hot wire above her cunt. I see your cock start to stiffen around the time my pussy starts getting wet. I don’t know whats going on, but I know that its so sexy to see someone else up there instead of me.

 

 

He informs me that he wants to watch me do things to her that he has done to me. Wants to me to show you all the things I have learned. I grin and walk over to the bitch and grab her by the throat and tell her she better be a good girl or she’s in for a wild night.

 

 

I start pinching her nipples and grab the vibrator and stick it to her clit. Oh the sounds she is making. She’s yelling for me to stop, that it hurts. But I know deep down she really likes it. If she thinks she’s yelling now, wait til I hook up the electricity to her.

       

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

I didn’t think she’d be able to handle that, but she took it. Since she’s been a good girl, I’ll tie her down on the floor and spread her legs and shove my fist deep inside her wet cunt. She knows she deserves this pounding. She’s gonna take it and take it all. Her cunt is only getting wetter.

 

 

 

Stupid little slut, who does she think she’s dealing with. I’ve been here before, I know it may hurt but I also know it’ll make her pussy cum.

 

 

 

 

 

Her sweet little fuck box is gaped open from having my fist deep in her. With all the electricity, the pain, the torture, I don’t think she can take much more.

 

 

Seems like the might be her first time. Better take it easy on her and hope master is pleased. Let’s end her torture with what I know she really wants. For me to put on my big thick strap on and fuck her deep and hard inside her tight rosebud asshole.

 

                   

 

 

Did you think I did good? I hope I pleased you and master both. If not you two might just have to show me what I did wrong. I’d love to have you both.

Closet Kinks

You never know just how kinky a man can really be until you give him the chance. My son has always had issues with Math, but with college fast approaching I can’t let anything risk his admission to the University of Maryland. I was more than happy to come to a mutual agreement with with him… a descent grade for my son in exchange for a classy evening with me. It was a surprisingly pleasant evening, with a nice meal and an even more pleasant time in the bedroom. It was amazing the way he held my wrists down and ran his tongue over my pert nipples. The feeling of his fingers skillfully slipping between my wet folds and teasing me to the brink was better than I could have ever imagined. He teased me mercilessly until I was practically begging for sweet, sweet release. I can only hope that he was as pleased with my complacency as I was with him… and that we can pleasure each other again.