Tag: Slavery Phone Sex

Ass Rape Porn with Stephanie

I fucked up. I am such a stupid whore sometimes. I don’t know what made me think I would get away with letting your brother fuck my pussy. He told me that you knew and that you had sold me to him for the night. I can’t believe I fell for his shit, and now I will pay dearly. You are furious and telling me my pussy is now tainted and dirty just like the rest of me. You slap me so hard I can’t even focus my vision. I try to beg you that he tricked me and that just makes it worse. You tell me what a stupid cunt I am and throw me down on the hard floor.

You grab the paddle and begin to slam my ass so hard with it that tears stream down my face, but I can’t even scream.  You tell me what a filthy, dirty pussy I have and that you are not going to be able to even fuck me there anymore. I feel worthless, as always, and my pussy is aching to be fucked by your cock. Now I know you will keep it from my pussy to punish me. You kick me in the side and tell me to put my ass up in the air higher and spread my cheeks apart for you. Without hesitation, you ram your hard cock into my tiny asshole.

You push my face down into the floor with one hand, and it feels like my skull is being crushed as you place all your weight on that arm while you fuck my ass brutally. I can feel blood trickling down the insides of my thighs, and I know you’ve ripped me wide open. I deserve it, my darling Master, for letting anyone else touch what belongs to you. I let the pain wash over my body and its the only thing that makes me feel good. You are my addiction, and I am your pain whore. You clasp your other hand around the front of my throat and begin to squeeze. My vision starts to fade, and I take comfort knowing you will continue to fuck my ass even when my body goes limp…

My Humps, My Lovely Lady Humps

“I do love dat booty
It’s so very fine
I want to eat that booty
and make it mine”

My ass slave sings this as he buries his face between my lovely lady humps. It is amazing, he can still sing it with his tongue up my asshole. He has been paying for the honor of playing with my booty for a few years now.  I picked him up in a grocery store one day. Was wanting to fuck him, but as it turned out, he had an extremely small dick for being a strapping young stud. I couldn’t fuck him. So, I let him slide his tiny dick between my ample ass cheeks because I felt sorry for him. He took a few strokes and spooged on my ass. Ever since that pathetic display, he has been banned from fucking me, or even letting his dick touch me. However, he has shown to be quite useful in other ways.  He comes over every Sunday morning, cleans my house wearing a pair of my panties, then spends a few hours worshiping my fine booty. And, he pays me. So don’t worry boys. If it turns out you aren’t man enough to fuck me, I can still find you a role in my life.

A Shot at the BIG TIME!

   I’m so proud of myself! All that hard work I did learning the names of all those fetishes actually paid off! I’m still only about half way done with the list but OH MY GOD! I GOT A JOB BECAUSE I KNEW THAT AUTAGONISTOPHILIA IS JUST GETTING HOT AND BOTHERED FROM BEING ON STAGE OR ON DISPLAY! When I went in to audition, so many girls there were talking about how this was “one of the most kinky auditions they had ever done” and stupid shit like that. The director asked me if I knew what Autagonistophilia meant, and I told him flat out. Pfft… all those dumb whores thinking this was gonna be crazy kinky should have done their research! Despite what people think, you do need to have some brains to do porn, not a lot, but some. Anyway, the film I did was super fun. All I had to do was pretend I was a sex slave on display and flash my cute little shaved cunt and wiggle my tits around! I think I might really have a shot at the big time!

Slavery Phone Sex At It’s Best

So it was a beautiful day and we all decided to hop on the bikes and take a ride. I love the feeling of that big machine between my legs, vibrating like a giant vibrator, sending shock waves up my pussy until my panties are soaking wet. I can never get on the bike without cumming several times. We ended up stopping at a beautiful park that had hiking trails. We all agreed that a hike would be fun and an opportunity to find a secluded spot to fuck our brains out after getting all worked up on the bikes. We found a great spot and let the orgy begin. We had just finished fucking when we saw a pretty little thing cumming up the trail all by her self. All it took was that one look at one of us and we decided to grab her. We took her back to the club house and decided to make her our sex slave for the weekend. We have her in the play room right now and we are filling her up with hot juicy cum. Tomorrow she will cook and clean, she won’t be allowed to wear any clothes and she will get fucked by us all at will. We love having a little sex slave almost as much as we love the idea of getting rid of the fucking bitch when we are done with her.

Naudia Needs New Slaves

I am such an ass fucking fetishist! Yes, you heard me. I get off on the wildest, sickest, most twisted shit possible. I am into BDSM one hundred percent . . . but only as a Domme. I love the idea of having minions kneeling to me in absolute worship of my beauty and power. Some of the things I enjoy are financial domination, ass to mouth, body worship, and of course anything extreme. I am not too shy to admit that I like the idea of a man putting his balls on the counter and smashing them with a heavy textbook. Also, it intrigues me to think about the possibility of having a man feminized and forced into bisexuality. God. I get so wet just thinking about the ass fucking potential of expanding my stable of human pets, and fulfilling my dream of perfect slave ownership.

No pussy sweeter

I fuck with a lot of CEO’s and executives that love the taste of black twat, hence why it was no surprise to me when the CEO of google contacted me and told me that he has been searching for a willing black slut such as myself. He loved the way my sexy chocolate nipples poked through my blouse but most importantly the look of my plump coochie in my leggings. He compared it to a ripe, fresh, peach ready to be plucked, eaten, and enjoyed. He was so intrigued by my sexy black ass that I could see his member stiffening up right through his pants. I whispered in his ear, “Ain’t no pussy sweeter baby” and gave it a nibble. This almost drove him over the edge because before I knew it I was laid back in an “O” shaped chair. My pussy was gooey from the anticipation of getting tongue teased and finger fucked by the G of google! This man worked his way around my clit like he did a search engine- with ease and perfection. The passion of my cunt dripped down his chin like watermelon juice and he slurped up every last drop. I had to give that banana a taste. I peeled off his pants and got greeted with a fat white cock ready to squeeze past these plump glossy nigger lips. I kept sucking and slurping until I got awarded his thick warm pudding all over my face. Mmmm, we fucked a sucked each other until the smell of our freaky fruit cocktail was stuck to my clothes and my sweet black slit was sucked dry.

Rough Phone Sex

Rough phone sex. Who likes it? I do. I have callers that call and want me to beat myself and make barnyard animal noises. I do it and guess what, it makes my pussy so wet. I’m not sure why but I know that I am a nasty, dirty pain slut and I love to be humiliated. I love to feel pain and shame. I recently had some phone sex with a man that was so hot I almost couldn’t control myself. He wanted me to put clothespins on my nipples and pussy lips. Of course I obeyed. I do not know how to disobey. It is just not in me to not do what is asked of me. I loved how the clothespins were making me feel. My skin was getting so sensitive. He told me to smack myself in the face and tell him how it felt. It felt wonderful. I love pain. He had me paddle myself and use my paddle to smack the clothespins off my pussy lips. I almost came right then just from that. By the time he let me cum my skin was so red and sensitive. I had a great time and a hard orgasm. Thank you by the way for letting me cum. I can’t wait to do it again.

They Wear a Leash and Collar During Training

The little ones who secretly live and work in the whorehouse are trained in a very humbling fashion.  Their little bodies are stripped naked, and they are collared with a leash attached.  They are instructed to walk on all fours: barking, meowing, and making other such sounds (once it has been determined by my staff that, they need reinforcement training).  They are placed over a spanking bench, and beaten while their little holes are fucked with random household objects.  These little prostitutes pay for their room and board with their obedience, their young assholes and tight, bald, tiny pussies.  Each whore has their own leash and collar and when they wear them, training is in session.  There is a part of me that gets very aroused seeing these little whores being treated in this manner.  I love to fuck in front of them, teaching them the ‘right’ way to service an adult’s cock.

Poppers With A Side Of Cherries

This week was fun, but something scary happened to me again. I was playing in my backyard with my dog. Her name is Sparkles, and she’s my friend.

Why does everyone keep touching me in my private places? My Mommy and Daddy said to me “No. Don’t let boys touch you in your private places.” But what about girls? Sometimes I get so confused with all of these grown-up rules.

Just as I was pitching the little tennis ball that Sparkles and I use to play catch, I heard some rustling sounds over the fence. Rustle, rustle, rustle, the sounds went. I got curious, so I walked over to the bushes lining the gate . . . and BAM! Something hit me right in the face!

I don’t remember what happened next, but everything was all black and fuzzy. When I woke up, I was trapped in a warm, dark room with very soft sheets . . . and I wasn’t wearing any clothes! OH NO! I thought. Not again!

I tried to pull the blanket over myself. But someone walked in and revealed herself to me. That’s right, she revealed herself, right before my innocent, nudie little eyes!

I was shell-shocked. She looked just like a nice, trusting adult I would’ve run to if I’d ever needed a bandaid. Except that her big bobbies were showing, and that wasn’t nice at all.

“What have you done with Sparkles?” I huffed angrily, all weak-but-brave-damsel-in-distress like.

The woman cackled meanly. Mwah-ha-ha-ha-ha, she cackled, only not quite as nice sounding.

“I believe you’ll find yourself to be a little more pliable,” she announced, “once you get a whiff of this.”

I did not want a whiff of anything, really. But she was a bad girl villain, and bad girl villains don’t listen to what you want. Then she came over and stuck a bottle under my nose. I tried to turn away, but my head still kinda hurt. That’s my kryptonite, if you can keep a secret. When someone bashes my head open in my very own backyard.

The stuff in the bottle smelled really bad. My battling arms soon dropped uselessly to my sides. Then the mean lady laid me down on the floor and purred at me. I gulped as she recapped the bottle and set it down.

“How does that feel?” she asked seductively, trailing a long fingernail down my abdomen.

It felt great. All of a sudden my dizziness increased, but at the same time, a happy feeling overcame me. My dampening kitty felt really hollow, like it needed to be stuffed. The mean lady saw me wiggling to be touched and immediately laughed all evil-like again.

She stretched forward then and pulled out a canister from beneath the couch. It was full of little red circles marinading in red liquid. The looked like veiny eyeballs in blood.

“Cordial cherries,” the woman supplied at my horrified expression. “Poppers and cherries,” she laughed.

I didn’t understand the joke until she repeated it three more times, guffawing louder with each word. Finally she was leaning over me in a laughing fit, so I reached up and grabbed her booby to snap her out of it.

“Umm, excuse me,” I interrupted politely, “but aren’t you going to touch my privates?”


Sexual Slavery 2014

I inherited the ‘family business’, from my Grandmother. Once, every three months, I make business trips, outside of the United States.  In a land far away, there  lies a sexual slavery camp where youngsters of varied ages are employed, in exchange for food, water, and shelter.

The conditions of their employ involve submitting themselves to be used for the sexual pleasure of affluent men and women, throughout the world.

These little ones have been trained in the art of providing sexual services (to include all fetishes) to high paying clients.  Their lives consist of daily pampering; whereby they are bathed, massaged, attend an in-camp fitness center, spa, and eat the finest foods, and practice meditation.  Their entertainment consists of watching pornography and enacting its varied contents, of sorts.  The young ladies are on birth control and all participants are tested regularly for STDs.

Their prices range from $10,000-$100,000 USD, per day (the younger they are, the more expensive).  Under special conditions, they may be sold.  You may contact me discreetly with your business.