Putting your black cock inside of me? Please. Choke my ass with that cock, put it right down my throat and make me gag. I love pain I live for it. Dominate my little pussy hole. I cant stop thinking about how much I enjoyed some black dick in my life. The other day a tall, dark and handsome business man walked up to me gave me his business card. Yes sir I had to call and flirt. He came over and he ate my pussy unstill I squirted all in his mouth. Then he squatted right over me and chocked my throat with that huge cock. When I got it all wet and ready he got me from behind pulled my pussy apart shoved his dick in and made me hurt, hurt so good. Leaning me against the couch he blew my pussy right up he had so much cum I could fil it just coming right out. Not having black cock in awhile really made me not ever want to go back. He knew how to dominate this pussy. Would you?
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Snuff Phone Sex The Hunting Game
Master is getting into some seriously weird shit.
I’m starting to worry…
He got invited to this thing called the “hunting game” where apparently various Masters hunt girls and then they eat them… I’ve never really heard of that type of play before and it sounded a little extreme. Even for me.
He wanted to go though so off we went for the 4 hour drive to the middle of nowhere. I could tell that I looked nervous because Master kept doing his best to comfort me and assure me that everything would be okay. That I would be part of the kitchen staff and no one would hunt me.
I couldn’t shake this feeling of unease though and as we pulled into the long driveway to a nicely sized home he stopped behind the others that had already arrived.
The other Masters greeted mine with joy and even offered me a handshake and explained where the kitchen was and that the other girls would explain my duties when the time came. Then they brought Master a gun, it was a hunting rifle like one that would be used for deer and didn’t have any of the orange marks that a bb gun would have or a Co2 tank as with an air gun.
I opened my mouth to ask if it was a real gun but the look my Master gave me shut me up. He did not want me to embarrass him in front of the others by questioning his motives. So, I waited, quietly until one Master called out for his slave to take me to the kitchen and explain.
She looked nervous also, talking too quickly as she pointed out various objects around the house. Taking me out back to show me the cage of “pigs” which were all women with a pig snout tied onto their faces. Most of them were crying, huddled together, and when they saw us they begged for us to help them.
I wanted to help them so bad, find out what was going on… I don’t know why they were so scared, it was just a game the Master’s played right? The look the other slave gave me though, begged me to do as I was told and not to ask questions. It made me wonder if the girls in the cage were the ones who did…
She took me to a fire pit outside of the kitchen, it was huge and looked almost as if it could roast a full sized pig or cow on the spit that ran across it. “We’re going to be using this mostly for tonight’s dinner. This hunting game should last only 4 nights and we will be expected to cook a meal each of those nights without question or complaint.” that statement put me right back into my nervous state and it only got worse when I heard the sound of screeching metal combined with girls screaming and begging. “Move you fucking sluts!” a male voice yelled and I had a feeling the games were about to begin…
I was taken to the kitchen with other sober slaves, all preparing food for later. Peeling potatoes, cutting onions, it was obvious they were getting ready for a feast but there was no meat at anyone’s station. Before I could question it I was placed with the girls who were peeling potatoes and lost myself in the task until I heard raucous laughter and cheers of victory. “We caught two sweetling.” a blood covered man came into the kitchen and kissed the slave who showed me around with passion. He was worked up from the hunt I thought, and obviously from the butchering of the animal they caught. As more men were bringing in skinned haunches of meat and placing them into the freezer.
“You know what to do now baby.” and she nodded, smiling at him with a caress to his hard cock. “Alright girls! Time to go outside and roast the pig!’ she commanded. Leading us all out where I saw one of the girls from the cage… Her snout gone, her eyes glassy and unseeing, and her belly cut open where she had obviously been gutted and threaded through the spit. It going in her ass and out her mouth. The girls, without saying a word moved to tie her hands with metal wires behind her back, and her ankles up and to her thighs where her knees were connected under the spit to keep her limbs from flopping. A girl looked at me wondering why I wasn’t helping and the leader gave me a straight razor to shave her hair off…
I wasn’t sure I wanted to be here anymore… What did Master get involved in and would I have to do the unthinkable tonight? I was not looking forward to dinner.
Accomplice Phone Sex: Down the Rabbit Hole Part 2
I could see the blood dripping from Marley’s body. The whip had hit hard and ripped her apart leaving angry red gashes and ribbons of blood that dripped from her onto the floor. I felt my hands shaking as he came back to me. Handing me the whip back as he took the pipe. I could feel tears in my eyes at watching the treatment my friend was going through and worked hard to blink them back even though I knew he made me into a Accomplice Phone Sex whore.
Marley took a deep breath and I could see her shaking with fear as he smiled at her with a look I’d never seen on anyone’s face before. I was sure that he was what monsters would look like for real and I was afraid of him in that moment… He swung hard, putting all his weight into the pipe as he hit right between her hips and ribs on her kidney. She screamed, her body going lax against the rope as a pained sob ripped from her body. He did the same on the other side, leaving angry red marks mixed with the welts. He hit each kidney again with the same intensity, knocking the breath from her and leaving her a shaking pile of flayed nerves. I couldn’t even come close to imaging the pain that she was going through. He then swung again, the sound of the metal pipe cutting through the air brought my attention as he hit each hip hard enough for me to worry that he had chipped her bone. Then again on her thighs. Making her sobs and screams louder and louder. When he finally stopped she sniffed, whimpered, tears falling to mix with the blood on the floor as she shook from the pain and sobbing.
He stopped, just watching her for a moment. His hand absently rubbing against his hard cock. I couldn’t believe that he was inside of me and so loving hours before. He waited for her to recover enough to look at him and with a smile that actually managed to get worse he moved closer to her. The fear came off of Marley in waves, she was terrified and begging for him to stop. I don’t think she was even aware of it. She just wanted so badly for this to stop and I wanted nothing more than to help her stop it… But if I tried I know he’d do the same to me so being the coward that I am I watched.
My insides hurt for her as she screamed. He had taken the pipe and forced it up inside of her pussy trying to put every inch inside of her and force the metal past her cervix. He pulled it out then shoved it again, again, and again… His hand was covered in her blood. It seeped from her pussy where he ruined her flesh. Forced open her body in a way that it shouldn’t have been done. She screamed, tried to move away, stood on her tip toes, kicked out, anything to make the pain he was causing her to stop… It seemed only to excite him more though, make his thrusts harder and deeper. She realized it too and did her best to stop moving. Bit her lip until it bled in an effort to not scream.
It didn’t help though… He kept going and going. The puddle of blood from her pussy bigger than the puddles from her whipping at this point. She sobbed with relief when he pulled out the pipe red and shiny with her blood and flesh. I was hopeful he would be done, give her the relief I so badly wanted her to have but he took it around. Using her blood as lube and shoved the pipe up her ass. Making her scream, her eyes shiny and overflowing with tears pleaded with me to help her and I gave her a thumbs up as I mouthed “I’m so sorry.”
GFE Phone Sex: I’m the Perfect Mix of Beauty, Brains and Obedience
GFE phone sex with me has a twist. No, I don’t have a dick. Not THAT kind of twist. I’m a submissive. A true submissive whore who never says no to you. I am the right mix of beauty, brains and obedience. Don’t let the fake tits and bleach blonde hair fool you. I look like a bimbo, but underneath this cheap exterior is an educated whore who can talk to you about almost anything. That means you can wine and dine me at company functions and obligatory family gatherings and I will not embarrass you. No one will know I am not your real girlfriend. Then after the boring business is out of the way, we can go back to your place and get freaky. Educated whore and a nasty freak. That is the perfect GFE, don’t you think? When we are alone, anything goes. I never have limits or taboos. I am the girl you can literally do anything with or to. Want to see me take on your friends or a gang of hung black men? No problem. Want to anally torture me with your fat cock or a foreign object? Still no problem. You want to put the pain in slut? I welcome that. Curious about watching a hot chick blow your four legged friends? Not an issue. Want to explore some BDSM games or bathroom play? I won’t say no. Rape fantasies? Never an issue.
Life is too short not to try everything you can, so why waste time with girls who think their shit don’t stink and turn down your every dark desire? Now you don’t have to jack off to fetish porn. You have your very own no limits fetish doll to explore all the wicked thoughts that lurk in the corners of your mind.
Gang bang surprise
He put the gun to my face forcing me down on my knees telling me to get ready for a hard gang bang. With no questions asked. He ripped my clothes off I was astonished. Jeremy told me he had something planned for me I guess this was it. When I got on my knees I closed my eyes I heard them come in acting like they were going to rob me. They said that I better let them do whatever they want to me to stay alive. I took all of their cocks and made them happy playing along. Jeremy let them fuck my little pussy wide open and fuck my tight ass hole while he held the gun to my head as I sucked his cock. The feeling was exhilarating I love a thrill. My body was shaking when my body is being used for someone’s personal use it makes me happy because that’s how its supposed to be. Being a submissive whore is fun do you like role play because I sure know I do.
The Adrenaline Button
Master has a new obsession with needles.
At first I was scared, because needs are used for shots. Hospitals. Doctors. Just a lot of scary associations but he has shown me just how wonderful needs can be.
Our first few plays were simple lines under skin on the arm, thighs, places where there was a nice stingy bite and then just the soft pressure of a needle resting there. I loved the sting and the designs he’d make with the colored ends and pieces of ribbon.
My Master truly is an artist and I love that he uses me as a canvas.
Then one day, he came in excited… He had heard of this thing called the adrenaline button and he had to try.
So he laid me down, playing with my nipple and making me squirm. His pitches and twists make the nipple so hard and my pussy wet as every pleasurable twinge went straight from that nipple to my clit. Then he took out the needle, it was long and thin and as he pulled my nipple up so my breast was taut he let it slide through that pink areola. The sting was beautiful and it made my back arch and I gasped. Then he did another, and another, all the way to the tip of my nipple. My nipple was on fire, every nerve felt touched, and I felt my heart race. It was painful and pleasurable and so confusing all at the same time.
Then Master really began to play. He went to each of those needles. Twisting, turning, flicking. It was to much, I came on the table. Hard.
I was left a quivering mess of raw nerves and he didn’t even though my pussy. I think I love needles… I can’t wait to see what other ideas my Master comes up with.
Bondage Phone Sex Pokemon Stop
Master could be odd sometimes.
We both had been playing Pokémon Go together and were doing really well until I took over the pokemon gym that he had his eyes on. He couldn’t believe that I had pokemon strong enough to do it on my own and wanted to see my phone. I didn’t realize how competitive my master was until he looked through my Pokémon and saw that not only did I have stronger pokémon but I also had more than him!
He gave me a look with the eyes that let me know that I was in trouble. “You know what this means pet?” he asked, scrolling through my pokemon. Noticing that I was almost full.
I gulped suddenly nervous. “What does it mean Sir?” I felt myself shift from one foot to the other.
“It means pet, that I need to do something…” he drawled, noticing my nervousness and smirked at me. “To make us even. Strip.”
I felt myself chew my bottom lip as I took off the simple cardigan and sundress I wore out to catch pokémon with. Watching Master as he went to grab both the rope and toy bag!
Even with the nerves I felt my pussy getting wet, looking forward to whatever my Master had planned.
Well… He spent a good half hour tying me into a chest harness, locking my arms to my chest. Then had me kneel on the ground. My knees tied to my elbows trapping me into a face down ass up position. He fingered the jeweled plug he had me wear full time in my ass making me moan.
“What a pervy little girl I have. I bet you collected all those pokemon to make me pay attention to you, look how wet your pussy already is.” He ran his rough work worn hands over my soft and sensitive ass making me shiver and tense as I waited for a smack across it.
Gasping in surprise as he smacked the other cheek with a sharp and hard smack. I was sure it’d left a handprint and he quickly followed it up with a matching smack across the other cheek.
“Sooo… Pet… Where are your numbers? You have to count, one for each pokemon.”
I shivered and felt my breath quicken. “Yes Sir. One, thank you sir. Two, thank you sir.” and he only smiled, his hand rubbing along my ass as he looked into his bag of paddles, floggers, and belts. I felt my breath catch as he pulled out my favorite belt. “Remember… You don’t get to cum until I tell you that you can.” he grinned, knowing how evil that was. How he could drive me to that edge of orgasm through the experience of the pain he could cause me.
Maybe if I was a good enough girl he’d fuck me? He’d probably fuck me anyway, but I really wanted him to fuck me.
Hurt Me Daddy
I love being Daddy’s pain slut. I can’t escape the way Daddy hurt my little bottom when I was so young, it made me this way. It makes me crave it even now at my barely legal age! I need a Daddy that is going to give my little bottom the pain I desire. My tiny baby nipples the pain I NEED too. My bald babygirl pussy will need to be abused just as much as the rest of my body. All ways I can feel pain on my little babygirl body makes me happy! I am so turned on when I get treated like my Daddy did for so long. It takes me back to when he first started abusing my little butt. I need it stretched it out, I need the pressure so deep stuffed inside of me. Allllll the way pass my belly button! I need it so bad, give it to me like I want, make me take it all. That’s what a little slut like me needs!
Birthday Spankings
It’s Master’s birthday!
It’s a tradition within the community to receive birthday spankings on your special day. Now, one can’t expect a dominant to do bend over and allow others to spank them so they have their submissive take it for them.
That’s what was happening tonight at the party to celebrate Master.
I was on a padded horse, ass bare and up in the air. My Master had promised 2 spankings for each person in attendance with a toy of their choice. So needless to say, I was afraid and excited all at the same time.
My Master was going last and I got a confirmation that I was ready and without a warning or warm up I felt the hard, cold, sharp slap of a metal paddle right across my ass. Whack!
I cried out, my body stiff as it worked to know how to react to this first hit when my Master brought be back. “What do you say?”
“One, thank you.” and then again on the other side.
“Ah! Two thank you!” then the next person came. The ran their bare hand over my already pink ass and then with a whistle of air I felt the sharp sting of a cane across both sides. A quick thwap! Thwap!
I whimpered, my pussy wet and everyone could sting but the cane still hurt like a bitch. It’s sting lingered and burned. “Three thank you. Four thank you!”
Then they stepped away and the next person came, and then the next.
I think through the course of the night I had almost 100 hard spankings and my Master’s hurt worst of all. My ass is so pretty though, I feel like I really earned the stripes I was given. I can’t wait until next year to see how my ass will turn out.
GFE Phone Sex with a Submissive Whore
I am not the typical girl men call for GFE phone sex. I am here to plead my case why I make the perfect GFE phone whore, however. First, I am stunning. I’m a blonde goddess. I can look slutty or I can look classy, whichever you prefer. I stand at almost 5’8. I have 40 DD breasts. Blonde hair, blue eyes with curves in all the right places. I have been told I am quite beautiful. So, I will look good on your arm. I make a good show piece. Second, I am actually highly educated. Not many people know that I am smart. They assume if I am a phone whore it is because I cannot do anything else. They like to think of me as a blonde bimbo. I have an Ivy League education. I paid for that education by escorting. I left home at 18 with nothing more than $10 in my pocket. I had to get creative with how I made money. Sex sells. I found out that as a submissive whore, it sells even more. That brings me to my third point. I am a submissive slut. Consider me a GFE with a twist. You can beat me. You can degrade me. You can gang bang me. You can piss on me. You can spank me. You can fist me. You can strangle me. You can fuck me bare back. You can do anything you want to me. I am your whore. You pay for me, you own me. Who wouldn’t want a beautiful intelligent woman he could do absolutely anything to? Wine and dine me in public with your colleagues and friends, then take me home and do the things to me no other woman would ever allow. I never say no. You won’t be disappointed.