Ass rape porn stars never get a break. Once someone knows you will trade your ass for a little coke, they no longer will give you cock for free or fuck your pussy anymore. When I met Oscar, he knew my reputation as an anal whore. He told me to show him my ass first. So, I did. I bent over in front of him, opened my ass crack and let my brown eye wink at him.
I never mind giving a guy a sexy striptease. And our time together started off innocently enough. Of course, since all drug dealers and snuff makers know my reputation, nothing that begins innocently stays innocent for long. I focused on his hard cock. Started out with a blowjob. I prayed it did not go anywhere else. My fuck holes needed a break. But no rest for the wicked, right?
Little Anal Whore Blair Gets Fisted
Since I am the anal whore torture sex poster girl, Oscar wanted to test my limits. And my desperation for coke. I watched him dip his fist in a vat of Vaseline. I went into panic mode. Anything that begins with a hand in Vaseline means someone’s getting fisted. And the someone was me. However, I took his fist in my ass like a champ. In fact, I took both fists in my asshole like a champ. When he saw that one fist barely made me flinch, he inserted his second fist. He wanted to make me work for that coke.
And work I did. I let him twist his fists so far deep in my shit box, it felt like they might come out my mouth. I knew he planned on fucking my ass too. But that might be the easy part because his cock could not be bigger than his fists. By the time he finished making me work for my coke, my asshole resembled the Grand Canyon. He could fuck me without touching my anal walls. But he decided to piss inside my ass instead.
Since I am a taboo phone sex whore, I am accustomed to anal torture and degradation. In fact, I crave it most days. I acted like I hated every minute of it. But I loved it. And I got my coke too.