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Neighbor Girl

I should have known that you were too eager to hire me to house sit while you were out of town. My folks told me that you were leaving town for three weeks and I could make a hundred bucks just by bringing in your mail and watering your plants once a day. I didn’t want to be rude and not accept the offer, so I said okay. I met you at your place to get the key and just the way you were looking at me gave me the creeps. You didn’t have any qualms about looking me up and down, and brushing my hand a little too long when handing me the key.

The next day, when you had supposedly left for your trip, I headed over to water the plants. I let myself in and locked the door behind me. I had the weirdest feeling and the hairs on the back of my neck was standing on end. I kept telling myself I was being silly, but I didn’t feel like I was alone. I went to the kitchen to fill up the pitcher, and i could have sworn I heard a noise in the living room. I stopped to listen, but heard nothing else. I made my way back into the living room to the plants and began to water them.

Just then, you came up behind me and put your hand over my mouth and wrestled me to the floor. You had never left – it was all a ruse to get me here alone. You overpowered me and there was nothing I could do. You kept saying things like this is what I get for walking around the neighborhood like a little tramp and that you were going to show me what happens to dirty cum whores like me. Before I knew it, you had me hog-tied and gagged on your couch and were jerking off above me.

The things you were saying told me that you had been watching me for a long time. You had finally decided to make a move and I knew instinctively that you were going to hurt me. What scared me even more was that you never once mentioned me not telling anyone. I began to wonder if you were going to snuff me out. You began running your hands all over my naked body, and I cringed at your perverse touch. Your skin felt so rough against mine and your cock was dripping with cum as if it were drooling.

You knew my parents wouldn;t be looking for me, and that you had all afternoon to ravage my body. You did just that. You put your hard cock in all of my holes and never stopped berating me with your words. After hours of being fucked brutally and told what a little teasing whore I was, I began to believe it and my pussy responded by cumming all over your hard cock. Who knew that you, the neighbor who always gave me the creeps, would be the best fuck I ever had?

The Sting of Pleasure

I know I have been a very naughty girl by seducing and being a cock tease.  Daddy said what I need is a good spanking session to cure me of my bad acts.  I can confess to you  that I love a good old fashioned spanking.  Daddy says my punishment should fit the crime and spanking for obedience keeps me in line.

 You stand there with a paddle in your hand stating I’m going to get what I deserve.  I pull up my skirt for you and straddle over your knees.  You make me assume the position where you can get good leverage and give me good hard spanking!  I will try not to squirm or cringe too much as you slap my voluptuous ass cheeks with your hard oak paddles.  I cover my ears but  I  still hear the crisp smack of my flesh getting slapped.  It seems to go on for hours.  You pause in between swats only to allow the stinging to subside before resuming again.  I hear you let out a sigh, and brush powder on your hands and I smell the sweet aroma.  I look at you in despair and ask,  you mean you are going to use your hand instead.

The rush comes over me the torture is profound but I can’t wait too much longer for you to have your way with my sweet ass.  I can only hope you punish me  hard for all my nasty bad acts. Please don’t make it to pink and sore!

Now I know what your thinking why do I have so much experience and love doing an erotic role play?  Because I’m a nasty bad girl and I love where after I receive my punishment and can turn the tables and spank you.  So don’t hesitate pick up that phone and let’s get this party started.

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.

He Made Her Do It

 

 

I was just standing there minding my own business. I had just got done sucking off some dork so he’d do my chemistry homework. As I waited for my cab a woman rushed up behind me, gagged me, and choked me out until I blacked out. I knew it was a woman because I could feel her firm breast and erect nipples pressed up against my back as I struggled. When I came to I was in a big empty room and tied to another girl. She was a little darker than me and I couldn’t believe both of us got captured. The door swung open and a man walked in. He called me a “nigglet”. I hatted that name. Then, he was in front of me… it was him.  My hick cousin Justin was the only ass wipe to use that word. He would beat me up all the time and torture me in our grandma’s tool shed for hours until I submitted to him and let him fuck me. I should of known he was behind this. He was a lot older now and way bigger. I was terrified of what he might do that I just broke down crying. I heard the woman I was tied to start to sob and so I held her hand. We were going to comfort each other until we made it out. He used to whip me with twigs as a little one but now he had a table full of torture tools. He brought over a whip and began to hit me in the face and chest with it. I squeezed the girl’s hand tight as I tried to bear the brunt of my cousin’s abuse. My head was pounding from crying and my body was weak. I knew any more of this would kill me. He  used a cattle prong on my cunnie in place of Nana’s old shed matches. “JUSTIN PLEASE” I screamed. He spat in my face and laughed. He went to the other girl and zapped her, “tell her what you’ve done nigger” he yelled as she cried. She quickly began to beg but not him… me. She begged me to forgive her for taking me and bringing me to this place. So she knew Justin? He made her do it? Who was this person?!

 

 

Crosses To Bare

I can’t go to reform school. Think of all the poor, sex-craved adulterers with sinning hearts. They need my tight, round, perfect ass and dripping teenage cunny. I have to turn their evil thoughts away from sin. So I use my pert titties and toned, taut young body to help people in my community find Christ.

With a little gangbanging a whole lot of dick pleasing, I have become a Converting Cumdump. I take sticky, bulbous loads of thick white cum down my throat, up my ass, and inside of my dick-stuffed pussy. In return, my converts take communion and their souls are saved. So that’s why it spelled trouble when I heard Emily Sanders was gonna tell my parents that I’m a slut. NO! I’m not a slut stupid, annoying Emily.

So I had to do something about this. I’m not exactly proud of my actions, but it’s my cross to BARE, I suppose. And I bared Emily’s naked flesh to an entire gangbanging hord of nigga dick busters. They tore her apart from top to bottom. Pulled her strawberry blonde hair, kicked her in the gut, and stuffed her holes with BIG BLACK COCK cum. They impregnated her seven ways from Sunday, and then I walked away from that alley.

She hasn’t been to school for a few weeks and no one’s heard from her since. There was a story in the newspaper about her going missing, but I know nothing ’bout that. One lost soul is nothing compared to all of those that I will continue to save for penance!

BFFs

Katelyn and I do everything together. Would you just look at that flowing blonde hair? The girl is a total babe. She’s a Domme, which means she is a sissy boy panty lover’s dream. Katelyn just does not take orders from any man. She gives the orders, and she is a force to be reckoned with. A popular cheerleader, beautiful princess, and great best friend, I can’t think of a better girl for a desperate sissy boy! She will train you to be the best little pansy tinkerbell you can be. She will push you to dress up in more and more ridiculously girly outfits every time. And she will never let you say “No.” She will be like a gift from the skies, a heavenly angel sent to emasculate you and turn you into her own personal little boy bitch. Cum take a taste of my best friend Katelyn’s punishing ways, and I bet you’ll never go back to anything less. She is one bossy bitch that you’ll love to please!

Doctor shOPping Er

So last night I was lighting a joint and chilling out. Thinking about how tonight is youth group and all of that. I haven’t really been participating lately. That is such a sin. Thing is, I’ve been picking up some really dirty habits lately. I’m addicted to dope like the air I breathe. Thing is, I need a script for it. That’s right. Doctor’s orders. So I made an appointment today with my local family practicioner. When I walked through the door, people kept giving me weird looks in the reception room. I mean, what’s so weird about a red and white bikini made of plastic material? I mean, there are medical crosses on it and EVERYTHING! It’s like, totally Christian. Plus I have a cute hat and adorable boots to match! So I walk into the examination room, and this jealous (actual, legit, real-life) nurse gives me a dirty look. Envy is a sin! She’s just twisted up inside because I have a hot bod. Anyway, I’m sitting there waiting for the doctor, and when he comes in, he gives me a completely skeptical look. I just smile and tell him I have cancer and need a medical marijuana prescription. Yes, lying is also a sin, but it’s cancelled out by the fact that I am doing a good deed. I fully intend to share my dope with youth group tonight. That benefits the whole religious community of teenagers and also relieves their stress. He said he didn’t believe I had cancer, so I had to advance on him and pull my bikini top down. While he was distracted, I took advantage of his innocence by quickly pulling down his fly and shoving those khaki pants down past his butt. Those tighty-whities couldn’t conceal his erection beneath! I sucked that cock like a bitch in heat. I needed that seed to eat. I fingered his balls like Mary Magdalene before her redemption. I deep throated that dick like you’ve never seen before. I was a whore! And at the end, I got my prescription, adjusted my bikini top, and picked up my purse off the floor. Then I walked straight out that door without looking back. Doctor shopping at it’s best, everybody.

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!

Daddy’s spank doll

Hi Pervert Daddies! I am here to let you all know that I love it when Daddy spanks me hard and often. So I was thinking the other day that I should let any Daddy that needs to blow some steam the way his dick likes it, I would love to bend over and take it for you! *Giggles* Yes, that is right I would love to be that spank doll you have always fantasized about doing it to. Oh and don’t worry about my Daddy, I have his permission to be used in whatever way  you see fit. In fact, it excites my tiny, pink clitty if you would treat me like a dirty slut and needs to take it up the butt. Who knows?! Maybe my Daddy might be home to watch you spank me red while dick whipping me in the face at the same time. *Giggles* After all my Daddy loves watching me be the whore he bred me to be! ;)

Last Minute Baby Sitter

So my pussy is soaking wet and my nipples are rock hard as I get ready for my evening out. I don’t go out often with out the girls and tonight is going to be a fucking good time. Where is the damned baby sitter? I am supposed to leave in ten minutes when the phone rings and it’s her. She is crying and apologizing but her parents won’t let her sit with the girls, to long of a story to explain right now, she will fill me in later. I hang up the phone and my mind is racing, I really want to go out. What the hell am I going to do now? And then I remember a flyer in the laundry room of a girl that babysits. What was her name? Deliah, yes that was it! I sent one of the girls down to get the number off the flyer, please let her be available on such short notice! I dial the number and a man answers, when I explain that I need a sitter and saw Deiah’s flyer on the wall he puts her on the phone. Thank goodness she is available and can be her in 15 minutes. I won’t be to late. I put the finishing touches on my make up and go over the instructions for her in my mind when I hear the doorbell. She has the look of a girl that has been fucked. I can tell by the way she walks. I give her the low down and rush out of the door giving the girls a kiss and telling them to be good. When I got home and went to check on the girls they’re faces were tear streaked and they clung to me. After a bit of questioning I found out that Deliah likes to play with little girls just like mommy, only she is rough and likes spanking and things that hurt. I wasn’t expecting this, it seems my girls were introduced to another side of p fun. I lay them down and tell them we will talk about this in the morning. Before paying Deliah we have a long conversation about what she is into. I find it fascinating and I invite her to come over in a couple of days and we can all play together. I had no idea how mush she was into pain. The girls weren’t’ really ready for that, but she sure made my pussy happy and we played for a long time. I don’t think she will babysit the girls again but she can sure as hell babysit me!