I’ve had some evil phone sex experiences lately. Like when I had that one date who was into some really fucked up shit – like, bondage and domination kind of stuff. That alone is my thing but he took it to the next level to get his cock hard as a rock. First date, he tied me up with ropes so tight that I couldn’t move or even scream when he started fucking me in the ass.
Jammed a big black 11 inch cock deep in me without a second thought. It hurt like hell but he kept going until I felt something break inside of me. Then he made me clean myself off and do it again while promising more pain if I didn’t comply. After that session or date, my asshole was raw and bleeding but at least it wasn’t the only thing hurting anymore.
There were also guys I knew like my teachers and neighbors, old men who just wanted to use my mouth for their pleasure without any regard for how much it hurt or disgusted me. They would cum in my throat over and over again until they were satisfied. Sometimes they wouldn’t even let me swallow their load properly before pushing them out to spill all over my chin or cheeks or tits yet again!
And don’t get me started on those ones who filmed everything we did together, which I love. Just don’t love when they shared those videos online underground clubs and sent a copy to my own dad to blackmail him later.
But despite all the pain and humiliation, there were moments when I actually enjoyed myself – or at least thought I did. Like this one time with this young punk who took me to an abandoned warehouse late at night. He fucked me hard against a rusty pipe until we both came; then he pulled out his gun and made me suck on it while he threatened to kill anyone who tried to stop us from being together forever (or so he said). It was thrilling in its own twisted way…until reality set back in later that night when I realized what kind of life I had chosen for myself at such a young age.
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