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Band Hand

My brother had some friends over the other night, and they all wanted to play poker. Since my parents were out, I was invited to play with them. I didn’t want to be rude and say no, because they looked pretty excited. 

The thing is, I don’t know how to play poker. There were some flat, disk-shaped plastic pieces on the table in front of us. Next to those stacks was a deck of cards. I shrugged–it looked easy enough. I figured that maybe I’d just pick up on it as I went along.

That couldn’t have been more false. The guys shuffled and handed me a couple of cards, which I kept very close to my face. I tried to mirror their moves, but everyone could tell I was clearly a novice. My adopted brothers winked at one of their friends–Charlie–and he looked me up and down in a salacious manner. It made me blush.

Finally, it was my turn to play again. I looked around nervously and repeated ‘all in’–a term I’d heard my brother say earlier. The guys around the table leaned back and started laughing. I didn’t get it. They motioned for me to show ‘my hand’–which I guess meant I was supposed to put my cards down on the table. I did, and they all raised their eyebrows at me.

“Jordan,” my oldest brother said between bouts of chucking, “don’t you understand what you just did?” I shook my head. He crooked a finger at me and I walked over to him. “There’s my favorite baby sister,” he said, and began undressing me. I gasped. “What are you doing?” I asked him. He told me that since I lost the game, I had to pay back the other players.

As he was peeling off all my clothes, I got embarrassed. At first, I was scared about being naked in front of all of my adopted brothers’ friends. They told me how hot and pretty and sexy I was, though, and I felt much better. When they all pulled their cocks out and began using my body to satisfy their throbbing erections, I was reminded of my place as the submissive sister slut. So I laid there quietly while they used my holes. It even felt pretty good.

P Phone Sex Fantasies with Summer

Do you have p phone sex fantasies? Well I do! I love  daddies and grandpas. I have had lots of fun with my daddy and grandpa over the years. But it has been consensual. I have a particular fantasy where it is not so mutual. I’m lying in bed one night as a little one, clutching my favorite teddy bear, wearing a little pink night gown when I hear the door open. It’s Daddy and he can’t sleep. He crawls into bed with me to snuggle and I feel his thing hard and pressing against my back. It is so big. I feel Daddy’s breath on my neck, his hands rubbing on my little tight body. “Daddy, what are you doing?”, I ask. He replies, “Be quite sweet girl, don’t wake Mommy.” Then I feel him tug my panties down and he crams his big hard thing inside me, into my private spot. It hurts so much. I am so tiny. I try to scream for Mommy, but Daddy puts his hand over my mouth. He is all hot and sweaty and he just keeps putting his thing in and out of me until it feels like I wet the bed. I’m crying telling Daddy he hurt me, but he says, “I love you Summer. This how daddies show their love for their pretty girls. I didn’t hurt you, I loved on you.” He then kisses my forward and crawls back into bed with Mommy. He comes back every night at the same time for many more years. It is our little secret.

Would you like to be my Daddy? I know I would love to be your sweet innocent girl. You know you want to be the first to take my sweet tight pink cunnie.  I can keep a secret. Is your Daddy cock hard yet?

Little Black Breeder Briona

Daddy sent me out on a shopping spree. He said this was going to be a huge money making weekend for him. A bunch of his co workers were coming over and he was going to give this huge presentation. Daddy wanted me to look my absolute best. I found this sexy black dress, stiletto heels to match and to top it off, I bought this diamond collared choker that I knew daddy would love. When I arrived all eyes were on me. He whispered in my ear and told me how stunning I looked. I walked around and greeted everyone, made sure they all had something to drink in their hands and then went to stand by my daddy.

Little did I know, I was the main attraction. Daddy began his presentation which was all about me. How I had the tightest nigger pussy and how he would love to breed me. He wanted all his friends to take turns filling me up with cum and popping out mixed babies for them to train and sell like their mommy. Now I was barely legal and had my whole life ahead of me but that was the catch. I would forever be their little black breeding slut. I was in tip top shape and young in age. They could use me up for years!

Daddy then told me to strip down so they could see what a beautiful prize he had for these guys. Their wives would know nothing about this and everytime they would have gang bang sessions with me they would call it their “business trip”

I am just another black cum slut to them and they are ready to fill my holes up one nut at a time.  

Jesus’s Divine Rod of Fucking

Following the word of Jesus like the cock-hungry disciple that I am, I quickly agreed to Mr. C’s requests. I mean, his thick, throbbing dong was basically a reincarnation of the Holy Staff what’s-his-name used to throw at a bush or something. Well, my pussy is shaved bare, but I’d pray to that dick for a million years to have it stuffed into my cunt.

Thing is, Mr. C and I were on a mission to position the King’s offspring in fucking pain. We quickly hopped into our  van with the P-cock prey hunting radar (white minivan with tinted windows, for all those unchurched), and off we went. Landing at the local park between Fresh Market and Threads ‘N’ Stuff, we pulled up to the curb and scoped out the sandbox. I could tell that Mr. C was already getting stiff, so we pulled out his Jesus-blessed, immaculately bestowed Divine Rod of Fucking and we aimed it at the baby blonde bitch with the little pigtails. 

 

Sure enough, Jesus seemed very adamant about using that slut, and wanted to borrow Mr. C’s cock to cleanse the demons from that little cunt. It’s all we could do, really–as good and loyal Christians to Christ–to follow his love and desires for us. We’re his loving little ones, and as he rocks us in his hands that hold the whole world, he whispers down at us to either rock a miniature, very young fuckdoll on Mr. C’s dick stick, or make that bitch go down on her ‘lil sis.

We decided to pursue both options.

Using our wild, seraphic imaginations, we quickly grabbed the blonde bitch and her younger sister, pulling them into our van and shutting the door with finality. Yay! Now we could play . . . and use Mr. C’s fuck pole to bless tight, young tiny holes with sanctified white cum. We dragged those sluts down, filled them up, and purified the inner recesses of their baby canals. We batted them around like cats pawing mice, and while I climbed on top of the older girl and muffled her screams with my soaked pussy, Mr. C was ramming the little one’s throat with Jesus’s best intentions. Finally, after rounds and rounds of the uninhibited fulfillment of our desires, we threw the little brats out of the van and drove away, knowing that we, as devoted Jesus-worshipping Christians, are making the world a much safer place.

Rape Phone Sex Fantasies with Summer: My Weekend from Hell

So this past weekend was a total weekend from Hell.  I had a date with this med student named Jake. He has been asking me out for months and I have always turned him down. To be honest, he just really isn’t my type, but he is rich and persistent, so I caved. He said he was taking me to a really nice restaurant and to put on a classy dress. I was excited to be wined and dined by an older guy who could afford to take me out. Most guys who ask me out on campus are broke bastards. He showed up at my door with flowers and a bottle of expensive champagne. I invited him in for a pre dinner drink.

He must have slipped a roofie in my drink because the next thing I remembered was waking up naked and bound in my bathroom.  Jake was doing coke off my mirror on my sink and he was naked. I was scared, really scared. I asked what was going on and he slapped me. He called me a little cock tease and said I was going to be his captive bitch all weekend. I pleaded with him. I apologized for all the times I rejected him. But, that just seemed to make him angrier. He forced me to do lines of coke off his dick. It was a small one too, but it was hard. He shoved it in my mouth hard; I was gagging on it as he was skull fucking my sweet little mouth. My red lipstick smeared on my face and on his dick. He forced his cock down my throat for what seemed like hours when he decided to push me over the sink and mount me like an animal in heat.  He rammed his cock in my ass despite my screams to stop. He grabbed my hair and forced my face down in a pile of coke. After fucking my ass for about an hour, he suddenly stopped. I thought thank you god it’s over. But,  no, the weekend from Hell was just beginning.

He forced me to suck my ass juices of his cock. He was high as a kite and didn’t seem to be able to cum, but was constantly hard. He would not let me out of my bathroom. He fucked all my holes all Friday night and left me locked in my bathroom with no food.  Saturday morning he came in with a hard cock again and started forcing me to do coke and to do him. He was insatiable.  After fucking me in both my ass and pussy for more than half the day, his cock was actually raw. I thought thank goodness because I was in pain and exhausted. Then he saw my hairspray bottle and he sodomized my ass repeatedly with it. He used everything he could think of in my bathroom to torture me with in lieu of his cock. Curling iron, lotion bottles, electric tooth brush,  make-up brushes, hair brush….all the things I use to make me feel pretty were being used to violate my body. All because I rejected this loser a few times.

By the time Sunday came around, I was a battered, cum drenched, coked out mess. I was prepared for another day  of torture and captivity when he suddenly told me I could go. It was my house though. I was afraid others might be waiting to have their turn with me. But he kissed my forehead and thanked me for a lovely weekend, then left. Just like that. He forced himself on me for two days; with held food from me; violated my ass and pussy with household objects; forced me to do cocaine; and held me prisoner in my own bathroom and thanked me for a wonderful weekend. This dude was certifiable.

Now my dilemma. What to do? I will see Jake at school. Do I report his ass or plot my revenge? I think I’m opting for pay back. No one fucks my tight sweet holes unless I want them too. See not only am I a hot little thing, but I got brains to go with this tight nubile body. So Jake won’t know when or how, but he will find out that payback is a bitch.

Desired, DUH!

     My pussy is one hot topic. Every time I check my wall on Facebook, I have at least three new posts that prove I am sought after more than Paris Hilton. There’s this one dude, especially, who sticks to me faster than herpes on a hooker. I am telling you, this guy is WARM FOR MY FREAKIN’ FORM.

     So the other day, I was walking in the park, and I could swear I heard footsteps following me. I thought it was just my imagination, but then my iPhone made that familiar little ‘ding’ sound that proved it was totally real. Turns out, my status was just then ‘liked’ by that same guy who’s been commenting on all of my pictures. He started out writing stuff like “Damn, baby!” and “That’s one fine piece of ass!”

     I mean…I obviously hear that a lot, so it meant nothing major. But then he started creeping me the **** out! His supposed compliments turned to threats. One of the scariest things he wrote to me was “I am going to find you all alone and shove my cock in that pert little ass of yours. I want to hear you choke my name.”

     So obviously I am totally paranoid because I really don’t want to get hurt. But in a lot of ways, it turns me on thinking about how thrilling it would be to get forced into sex with my Facebook stalker.

For A Good Time…

Let’s get fucked up!!!

I am such a horny bitch. There’s nothing I won’t do to get off. I got completely smashed at a party last night, passed out, and didn’t even know my own name. Some guy had been hitting on me all night, and I was like…um, slip your dick in me.

You know that totally awkward moment when you wake up in bed with, like, two other people? Yeah, babe, it’s never bad for me. I get second helpings in the morning and shake my ass for that cock. It’s fucking awesome when another chick is there too. Party girl bitches have the best cunts–they’re soft & totally ripe for the plowing. 

It is so not a party until we forget our fucking names and can’t even stand up. When my blood content is 99% alcohol, I am willing to blow a tranny, fuck a dude’s dick upside down, and take it in the ass with three guys filming it. Gimme a strong drink, a hot wingman, and a nice set of heels, and I will throw you a party you won’t ever forget, baby.

Shhhhhh Don’t tell Daddy!

 

 

The last few days, I haven’t felt like myself; my stomach hurt and I felt sick when I would smell the scent liquor…which is so unlike me! I guessed that I had the stupid stomach bug that was going around campus. My roommate sat down on my bed and seemed nervous; she asked me if I had recently had unprotected sex. It was funny because we both were on the pill; and I reminded her of that.  She said that maybe I needed to take a pregnancy test; I shot up in bed and screamed, “What?!” She reminded me about the party when I fucked the dork in front of everyone; she laughed nervously, saying that maybe he was really potent. Shit, I couldn’t even remember half of the party, so I decided to go buy a pregnancy kit.

At the pharmacy, I bought the kit and headed straight for the one-stall bathroom. I peed on the stick and waited; I was so concentrated on watching for colors that I didn’t even hear the door open behind me. “Hey, stupid little whore,” the voice said. I began trembling; those are the exact words that Reagan had used while a group of guys fucked me.  But, it had been dark, and I didn’t see any of their faces.

I turned around and he already had his hand on my mouth. “Do what I want and I won’t tell Reagan that you’re here.” He lowered me to the ground and unzipped his pants. He shoved his cock between my lips and I began sucking; he slapped my face, telling me that I was going too slow. But, my mind was on that little stick that sat on the sink. Was I pregnant? What was I going to do?

He shot his load down my throat and wiped the remaining jizz in my hair. He walked to the sink and picked up the stick. “Well, at least Daddy’s gonna be happy. Stupid little whore…” he chuckled as he left. I looked and he was right: I breathed a sigh of relief because the test was negative. I exhaled loudly, thinking that now I could go back to having fun!

A walk on the darkside with Reagan

 

 

 

 

I was walking around the parking lot when I saw this tall, beautiful woman coming toward me. She said her name was Reagan and asked if I wanted to go to a party of the century. Since I was bored and all of my friends were studying, I decided to give it a shot. After all, what could go wrong, especially if we buddied up?
During the car ride, I kept noticing a few things; I mean, she wasn’t old by any means, but she didn’t look as young as me. She was elegant and there was this undeniable seductiveness about her. Her dark clothes and makeup contrasted my bright blue shorts and pink top.


When we got there, it was dark; I wondered if people were hiding in the bushes because they thought we were cops. Anyway, a few guys stepped in front of the beams and came toward us. I was confused and didn’t know what to think. I looked at my companion, who had an evil grin on her face. There was nowhere to run. “Reagan?” I implored but couldn’t say anything else.

She forced me on the ground and instructed me to suck the gentlemen’s dicks; I wondered what power she had over them and why they didn’t want to gang up on her. The flashed their large cocks and I wasn’t sure that I would be able to take them in my mouth. Reagan told me that I’d better do it if I wanted to be alive at the end of the night. They took turns pounding me and Reagan would torture me while I was trying to keep consciousness. She’d grab ahold of my hair and push me full-force onto those ginormous cocks, making me choke and gag. At the end of the night, I was covered in cum and bruises. Someone must have dropped me back at my apartment because I woke up on the sidewalk and stumbled up to my room. I wasn’t sure why, but I felt a sense of longing for Reagan…as much as I felt terror. There was a certain amount of excitement, being used like that; and, I wondered if I’d ever had a thrill even similar to that one again. Daddy would die if he knew!

 

 

Payin’ Up, Torture-Style

 

 

The other night, my friends and I got really wasted and played poker with some of the frat guys. I didn’t know until the next morning that those stupid little round things they call ‘chips’ were money. So, there I had a hangover and a dude at my door, demanding $300. I had just gone clothes shopping and spent all the money Daddy had sent me. He laughed in my face and told me to be in the stairwell at one of the older buildings on campus that night. And, to wear something sexy. Even though I thought the location was weird, I didn’t have much choice. Sex for $300 wasn’t bad; I began thinking about how much money I could make.

So, the time came, and I put on some stockings that matched my lacey panties, black high heels, and a colorful babydoll negligée. It was dark, so most people thought I just probably had on a skimpy dress. I got to the building and he was waiting outside the stairwell. He seemed pleased. I was ready to fuck him so I could get back to the dorm; but, that wasn’t gonna happen just yet.

He held my hand and took me inside the stairwell. I looked up as far as I could see, and there were guys…some boys, some older men. I was confused. Then, I was told what to do: I’d have to have sex with any and everybody that came down those stairs. Anybody, any fantasy.

The first couple weren’t too bad; they just wanted blowjobs and titty-fucks. But, then, people got perverted. One guy pushed his beer bottle up my coochie and fucked me. Another guy took one of my shoes and put the heel inside my ass, almost whipping me apart; he kept saying, “Yeah, take that, you filthy two-bit whore”! I have no idea why he called me that, but he smelled like he hadn’t bathed in days, or at least hadn’t bathed in anything except his own piss.

One man brought his son, and I didn’t know what to think. The son pushed his gerbil in his little hands toward me; but, the dad waved it away and told him to do it himself. I was thinking, “What the fuck?!” Before I knew it, the little bastard had me bent over and was shoving that gerbil up my ass. “Now, son, make her lay down so little Freddy don’t slip out.” Lightheaded, I obeyed. The little boy crawled on top of me and I waited for him to shove his dick in my pussy. He didn’t, though. Instead, he balled up his fist and began hitting me between my legs. I yelled in pain, squeezing the gerbil even harder. I thought I would pass-out; the old man poured some bourbon down my throat to help me relax. I don’t remember him getting the gerbil out, but I know he did.

I probably stayed in that damn stairwell for at least six hours…and fucked at least 100 people. Some of ‘em were gangbangs, some were women. It was hazy, but I think the dude that I owed money stuck needles in my pussy and took pictures. All I do know for sure is that when I stumbled back to the dorm, all of my holes hurt like never before. I was bruised and bloody from different tortures and the unforgiving pavement. Every step that I took felt like knives were being stabbed in each and every muscle, some that I didn’t know I had!