I met him at a bus stop. He was looking at me to the point where I actually felt uncomfortable. I finally asked him what the fuck was he looking at. He said loudly that I look like the bitch his grandmother works for. I told him that I was not the bitch he thought I was. He said he knew but I still looked like her. I asked him why he referred to the person that his grandmother worked for as a bitch. He told me that she treated his grandmother badly and didn’t pay her enough for all the work she did. This gave me an idea.
I asked him what he would do if he could do what ever he wanted to her to get back at her for the way she treats his grandma. He laughed and said, “If only!” I said, “What if you pretended that I was her since I look a lot like her.” He told me that I must be shitting him, I told him I wasn’t. I gave him my number and made it very clear that he could do what ever he wanted, that I was into pain. I got on my bus and I hadn’t heard from him so I thought he would never call.
Eventually he did. He sounded a bit unsure when I showed up, but I told him that I wouldn’t go to the cops, and I went into great detail about my recent past and how it excited me. He then asked me what if he goes too far, I said then you go to far, I don’t care. It took a bit but he finally got into it. I’ll tell you what, he ragged out my cunt worse than I have ever had it before. He slapped me around, he choked me with not only his hands but his cock as well. He used me and violated me in every way he could come up with.
I had so much cum of his on my face at the end that it looked like I stuck my face in marshmallow fluff. It was just what my pain slut self needed. When he finally was exhausted he went to say he was sorry about how brutal he was. I told him to save it, I loved it and if he ever was that pissed off again at the bitch who employed his grandma that he should call me. I gave him a kiss and left.
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