Being the accomplice phone sex partner seems way more fun than being the victim. Although I still do submissive calls, I much prefer to be the accomplice. David I’ve known for years. He photographed a lot of my early BDSM photo shoots. And we’ve stayed in touch. He found work for me as a runaway so I could stay off the streets. So, I feel a certain amount of loyalty to him. He helped keep me off the streets as a young runaway girl by providing me with gigs that paid money. Paid good money.
He likes young girls. Lolita sluts. I think he prefers them with some experience. And I find it much easier to discover a teen whore than a teen girl virgin. So, I went to the mall to look for a seasoned teen rape porn star. And I found one working at the food court. She looked rode hard and put away wet as the saying goes. I slipped my card to her and told her she would be perfect for this modeling gig that pays very well.
I discussed it with her on her 10-minute break. And I picked her up after work and took her to David’s place. A female accomplice can go places most men cannot. She didn’t seem nervous. Not until David pulled out his cock. Then she tried to tell me she didn’t sign up for this. Dumb bitch. She looks like a basic teen girl. Did she really think she’d be paid $10,000 to model bathing suits.
I helped hold her down while some hardcore porn played on an 8 mm real. David is old school. He still shows movies, which he told me they used to call blue movies, on 8 mm reels. That’s before my time. But he also likes to film girls he fucks with a handheld camera with no Wi-Fi. Safer according to him.
Apparently, I picked a feisty girl. But when David put his big old dick inside of her young bald pussy, we realized looks can be deceiving. This one despite her alternative slutty look still owned her cherry. What a bloody mess that made. However, David did not get mad at me.
He decided he would make this video for profit. Usually when I help them with a seasoned teen whore, the videos I film go into his spank bank. This girl turned into a fighter. I never saw that coming. She really wanted to hold onto that cherry. Too late. David popped her ass cherry too. Then she really screamed. And I caught it all. I filmed the teen ass rape porn.
Because he popped her cherry, he added $5000 to her price. David doesn’t make snuff films. He prefers force fucking videos or just dirty teen sluts enjoying his daddy dick. Although he does make his share of naughty movies and photographs BDSM scenes, he’s some sort of tech God who creates video games. He became a millionaire a few years ago, selling game apps. So, he can afford to pay girls. Times have changed. I never made much money at her age for rougher films.
Hopefully, she knows to stay silent. That’s a lot of money for a girl that age. I gave her a stern warning about what happens when girls run their mouths. And I told her if she needed more money down the road to give us a call. He likes to fuck seasoned whores even more than virgins.
Perhaps you could say, I am the keeper of taboo phone sex secrets. Men tell me all sorts of things. On and off the phone. And sometimes I have a way of just getting a man to confess not only his darkest fantasies to me but his darkest actions too, and sometimes I blackmail men. But just rich douche bag types.
I met Eric at a bar. I glammed myself up to look slightly more sophisticated, but still like a blonde bombshell. And I went to this upscale martini bar. Not my usual scene. But I found myself looking for a mark. The upscale bars have the best marks. I targeted Eric because he thought it was OK to explore his rape phone sex fantasies in the VIP lounge with one of my girls. He came into the strip club tossing money around thinking he owned the place. When Sabrina said no, she does not take sex for money, he just threw money at her and took it anyway.
And I fit his type. I planned on setting him up and extorting him for a lot of money. A little for myself but mostly for Sabrina. She’s a college girl I recruited last year. Unlike many girls, including myself, she won’t remain in the sex industry forever. This douche bag owed her some money. So, I came on hard at the bar and I acted drunk. He followed me to the bathroom. I did not ask him to. But I politely excused myself to the bathroom knowing his type. He’ll take anything as a signal that a woman wants to fuck him. Self-entitled douche bag.
And he followed me into the bathroom. But I told him no. Sure I have fucked in a bathroom before. In fact, many times. So, I told him a little white lie when I said I’m not the kind of girl who fucks a random stranger in the bathroom. And right on queue, he pulled out a lot of cash and threw it at me. Then he put his hand around my throat and pinned me to the wall. Little did he know I had a camera to record his illegal behavior.
And I put up a fight. Truly, I did not want this douche bag fucking me. When he pulled out his tiny dick, I laughed. Told him he couldn’t force fuck a woman with a clit. So, he punched me in the gut. And tightened his grip around my throat. I can take a beating for a good cause. Honestly, I thought I could fight him off. I’m much stronger than I look, and I was not intoxicated like he thought.
But I couldn’t get away from him and my screams could not be heard over the bar noise. So, he ended up fucking me. But he didn’t do any damage with that tiny dick. He just tossed the money on the floor, called me a whore and left. I cleaned myself up best as I could. I kept his money and went back to where we sat at the bar.
He got a big surprise when I showed him the video of him force fucking me in that bathroom. Then I told him who I was. And that I also possessed footage of him force fucking Sabrina in the VIP club. Dumbass. We place security cameras all over the strip club.
And I told him if he did not Venmo me $100,000 within in the next hour to my account everybody will know what he did. Not only will I upload it to the Internet, but I would take it to the police too. I acted perfectly for the cops to believe this was just some random assault. I assured him that the bartender heard me say I’m just going to the bathroom, but I’ll be right back. And I even left my purse because I assumed he would be there watching it.
He called me every name in the book. Initially he refused. But before I left that bar, $100,000 appeared in my account. And I sent $90,000 to Sabrina. He forced her to be a teen rape porn star. She deserved every scent of that. Now she can pay for college. It doesn’t buy back her dignity, but I’m sure it helps. In the meantime, I’m going to keep my eye on Eric. And I’ll get him barred from every strip club in town. I protect my girls from slime like him.
I’m certainly no stranger to torture sex. Been on the receiving end of it for decades. Began with my father and his friends. And it continued with various men who either owned me or put me in their movies. At least when folks tortured me for money, I got something out of it. But my dad tortured me for years. However, now I’m in charge.
Although I’m not always in charge, when I am, I enjoy it. I channel my daddy issues, and I put that into my victim or target. As a sexy switch, I often get paid to be the accomplice. Usually, men pay me to bring them something young to fuck and torture. And I bring them the little one of their wet dreams. But sometimes a man pays me because he wants to see me inflicting the pain. And not necessarily on him.
I would not consider Oscar a pain slot. But he is a wealthy man whose money buys him whatever he wants. And that includes live torture phone sex sessions with young girls that look like they could be my sister. I didn’t kidnap this girl. My accomplice did. This time I helped torture a girl. However, this time, a man hired me to torture for information. The young girl is the daughter of my client’s rival. No one ever hired me before for corporate espionage.
I tortured a young teen girl for information on a new project our victim’s father is working on. At first, I didn’t think she knew anything. But now I realize she’s a little pain slut. I could smell her ripe pussy. She liked this. I suspect her daddy does violates her. For a moment, I felt bad for cutting her flesh with sharp blades. Her crimson blood dripped down her body. But I felt less bad when I realized she liked it. So, I dipped a finger into some of the fresh blood and put it to my lips. Her blood tasted sweet. I could see, feel and even smell her arousal.
Suddenly, she sang like a canary and told us about what her dad was working on. I felt like some corporate espionage fixer. But honestly, maybe I don’t have it in me to do the actual torture of a young girl especially when she looks and reminds me of me. He wanted me to kill her after we got the information. However, that was not part of our plan. And I did not include murder in the payment price I quoted him. If he wanted her dead, he would need to get his hands dirty. Or pay me a lot more.
And he decided he should kill me too. But that did not work well for him. I sort of anticipated it because he struck me as the type of guy who didn’t get this far in life following the rules and adhering to terms and agreements. So, I let our victim go. And I gave her a knife. But she took care of the rest.
She ran a knife straight into his gut and then moved the knife up slowly. Sick little bitch knew her way around a knife. For a moment I feared she might kill me too. But she pulled out the knife, and his entrails fell on my boots. She looked at me with an icy star and told me to run. Suddenly, I became the prey.
Damn girl. So young and already so lethal. Lethal Lolita. I became envious of her strength. At her age, I acted like a scared little girl looking for comfort from the person who abused me the most. I have daddy issues. But that girl has survival issues. She will survive in life, no matter what gets tossed her way. She will grow up to be an evil phone sex bitch. Maybe I’m the one who could learn from her. Maybe once she calms down and heals from her wounds, I can serve as her accomplice instead of her tormentor.
I’ve made my share of snuff porn. As a young teen who ran away from home, I found that the seedy underworld of snuff provided me with the financial support I needed. As a high school dropout my options seemed slim. Sure, I could’ve worked at McDonald’s for minimum wage but could not afford rent. And I wanted to better my life, not continue to live in squalor.
I met a man and he put me in his underground movies. Hardcore bondage and a lot of hardcore anal porn, even simulated snuff. And I met very few gentlemen over the years. Most of the men I met acted like sadists who wanted to make me their teen rape porn star. Now I help with recruiting the new generation of snuff stars. The world seems much different now than it did a little over 25 years ago. Women have more options. They can do only fans, become amateur porn stars or even do phone sex or cam work.
However, you can still find young street urchins without the technology or knowledge or proper identification to get those sorts of jobs. And I know just where to hunt for girls like that. The warehouse district. It’s considered the red-light district in the city. Although part of that area appears revitalized, you can find still plenty of abandoned buildings and dark alleys along the river where bad shit happens.
So, I know where to look to make a girl a much better offer. One of the former directors I worked with as a Lolita star wanted my help finding him a new starlet. He goes through them quickly. Not daily, not weekly, not even monthly, but about every six months, he needs a new star to abuse on film.
He makes hardcore porn. Extreme bondage and even more extreme ass rape porn. So, I found him a cute little blonde strung out runaway. I smoked weed, but I never did meth or shot myself up with heroin. This girl looked like she took just about every imaginable drug.
But I cleaned her up. And this guy who paid me handsomely for finding him a new star seemed very pleased with my selection. He won’t kill her. However, he might make her wish she was dead. But he can keep her strung out, give her a roof over her head and line her pockets with money.
And in six months or so he’ll call me up after he destroyed her tight holes. Men like that always wants something tight and fresh. They get bored easily. And that bodes well for me. I’m the key. Women like me can gain the trust of a young girl much better than a man can. No doubt this girl will be cursing my name. However, in the long run, she will realize this is a better life than living on the streets.
Men love ass rape porn. Women have asses for a reason, right. Assholes exist for men to bust them. My eye for talent and my experience as an anal porn star makes me popular among men looking for something much younger and tighter to fuck. And I like helping men find assholes to bust.
So, I took my client window shopping looking for a nice ass to fuck. Doesn’t matter if the girl is willing or not. That ass is there to be taken. My client and I found a cute teen girl and boy did that girl have an ass on her. But at her age, I figured no man had popped either cherry yet. Perfect. My client likes to be the first one to bust an ass.
To some, anal sex seems like taboo phone sex. But it shouldn’t be taboo. We wouldn’t have a hole in our asses if men were not meant to fuck it. So, we took that girl back to my place. I made her a star. She fell for my model scout bullshit. But in a way I did make her a star. More specifically a hardcore anal porn star. I tied her hands behind her back, pushed her onto her stomach with a pillow under her. Then I spread open her ass cheeks and told my client to take what belongs to him in the first place.
He tore her ass up. She screamed bloody murder. I told her there are far worse things that could happen to her than men ravaging her asshole. And I could tell she thought about that. She could just as easily end up dead. Lord knows when I made hardcore anal porn, some girls just couldn’t hack it. And they just disappeared. I could make this girl disappear too.
So, she finally stopped screaming. But she still wouldn’t relax enough to enjoy. However, her enjoyment did not matter. Only my client’s enjoyment mattered. And in that moment, he never looked happier. He did what he loved. And that would be fucking virgin assholes and turning girls into anal sluts.
He ravaged her asshole for hours. It almost looked like he prolapsed her asshole. Cum just dripped out of her butt like a leaky faucet. The girl appeared covered in sweat and cum. My client’s dick dripped still. So, I made that little bitch spit shine his dirty dick. She hated it. But she did it. That bitch heard me. She knew this could’ve easily ended up as snuff sex. So, she sucked it up, started to relax and I think maybe another hardcore sex star was born.
I enjoy being the bad babysitter phone sex babe. Much easier for a woman to get a babysitting gig than a man. Even most men don’t trust another man to watch their cute little one. But they’ll trust a bimbo babe. So go figure. It’s so easy even in the modern technology age to create a new identity. When it comes to babysitting sites, I’ve learned how to manipulate them. Of course, I do have some help from a guy I met on the dark web. He taught me everything I know about creating a digital identity and faking references.
But most parents see a woman, and they don’t realize I’m a package deal. Over the weekend, I watched a little boy. A cute little boy too. A client hired me to get him access to a cute little boy butt. And since I am not a mother, being a freelance babysitter gives me access to random boys and girls. I feel like a horny teenager sneaking in her boyfriend after my parents went to bed. I drugged my little charges with a nighttime cocktail and then my partner arrived.
Perhaps I should say my dirty accomplice phone sex partner. Because he pays me way better than I get paid for babysitting. The babysitting money is nothing compared to what this guy paid me to fuck a boy ass. I didn’t use to understand why a grown man would want to fuck a little boy. I guess in my mind I thought a little boy could not have a big enough cock to satisfy anyone. But then I realized it’s about that tight fucking hole. Nothing will feel tighter on a man’s dick than a little one’s tight ass.
And boys possess cute little bubble butts. I don’t wonder anymore. And I want to help men fuck a boy butt. So, I take the money and I deliver a boy butt to my client. And my client seemed happy with my choice. A cute little blonde waif with a tiny bubble butt. I put a tarp under the boy as he slept like a rock from my milk cocktail. This way you don’t leave evidence on the sheets. If I’m the accomplice, I think of everything.
My client asked me to film this young boy ass rape porn. It didn’t last long. In fact, I think he felt embarrassed that he only got a few thrusts in before he nutted in that boy’s ass. I went through a lot of work for only five minutes of action. A little disappointing. But I got paid, nonetheless. My price is not based on time but on risk. The riskier an assignment is the more I charge for it. And fucking a young boy in his race car bed seems like a high risk.
For five minutes of pleasure, I required several hours of cleanup. I needed to make it look like nobody came into the home and fucked their son‘s boy butt while he slept off a druggie stupor. But I don’t think the parents suspected a thing. They paid me $50 for the evening, which is a lot more than I made babysitting 20 years ago. However, it could not compare to the 10 grand my client paid me to fuck their son ‘s asshole. By the time he wakes up and starts complaining that it hurts to poop, I will be back to my real identity, and nobody will know who to look for.
Snuff phone sex turns interesting turn sometimes. Years ago, I brought my master at the time this cute coed. She was a little older than his favorite age group. But he saw her at Starbucks and he wanted her. So, I facilitated their meeting. But I liked this girl. And I tried to warn her, but she wanted the money he offered for a night with him.
Honestly, I never saw her again. I felt too afraid to ask my former master what happened to her. Sort of one of those situations where you don’t really want to know the truth. But then I ran into her this week at a bar. I almost didn’t recognize her. Past few years have not been good to her.
However, she did not recognize me until I mentioned my name. I apologized profusely to her because I figured she looked like a wreck because of my former master. However, she got away from him after one night. She took the money and never saw him again. I felt so much relief because I worried over the years what became of her.
I don’t believe in chance. Everything happens for a reason. I’m much different than I was a few years ago. I’m leaning more into my switch side being an accomplice phone sex partner. She told me about her abusive boyfriend who she met during her wild night with my former master. And I didn’t think anybody could be more of an asshole than my former master. This guy she dated kept her prisoner in this basement until she escaped. And now she does not know where to live or what to do to avoid him.
So, I brought her home to my place and we plotted his murder. Maybe boyfriend is the wrong word. Captor seems more fitting. I didn’t even charge her because I owed her. Even though she only spent one night with my master and he paid her handsomely for the encounter, if I hadn’t made that introduction, she wouldn’t have met this guy. He is one of my former master’s minions. And I guess he learned a few things from him along the way like how to keep a woman prisoner and beat her into submission.
I remember this guy too. He always wanted to fuck me, but master never shared me. So gussied myself up for him and laid a honey trap. If anybody deserved castration phone sex it was big Mike. A chance meeting, he thought. I took him back to my place where she laid in wait. But first, I drugged his drink so it would kick in by the time we got home.
So, we castrated him together. I could tell it felt therapeutic to her. And it felt therapeutic to me because I pretended he was one of the many other men who also did not deserve their balls either. As much as I wanted him to live without balls as a constant reminder that his actions have consequences, I knew he would kill us if he lived.
So, we gutted him like a pig. Pulled out all his internal organs and drove his carcass out to the country. Fed his organs to the wilderness in my backyard. But disposed of his body in this marsh in the middle of nowhere. The fish and fungus living in that marsh will destroy his body before it could ever float to the surface. And we killed him in such a brutal manner to make it look like a rival gang took him out. Nobody will ever suspect two women did this to a 6’5 300 lb. man. But we did. Now she is safe.
Accomplice phone sex partners like me help men get those tight young pussies they want. Women seem less threatening to young girls. We can get closer to them than men. For some reason young girls lack stranger danger for women like they do men. And that bodes well for me.
I want to help men fuck young pussy. Just like I helped my former master get all the young cunt he could handle. Originally, I didn’t like being put in that position. And I felt affinity for these girls. However, I also felt a strong desire to break free from the chains of servitude. And to do that, I needed to bring my master 100 young pussies to fuck. It took a few years to get that many, but I finally did. And now I’m a free agent. Not owned by anyone. And I flipped my own script. I went from submissive slut to accomplice.
And I became a teen rape porn filmmaker with the kidnapped girls I took for men like you. Mike and I went hunting last week for the perfect girl. We walked around the mall for hours until he spotted the one that made his dick super hard. A cute young girl. Honestly, I saw the attraction. That sweet innocence made her attractive to us. And for a moment, I felt bad because I knew that innocence would disappear within a few minutes of meeting my client.
So, I lured her way easily and brought her to Mike’s place. And he waited for her naked. As soon as she saw a naked older man, she began to panic. And I looked her in the eyes, and I told her to never trust a woman either. Behind every perverted man who enjoys young girls is a woman who helped make him that way. I pushed her down on his dick, forcing her to suck his cock. Why waste time. Clearly Mike wanted to fuck her. And he paid me to help him. Not only did I lure her away, but I helped him fuck her and filmed it too.
By the amount of blood that spilled from her young cunt, we both knew he popped her cherry. She cried and begged for her mommy. And I almost felt bad for her. Then I remembered how much Mike paid me and I felt less guilty. He ravaged her pussy and her ass. And I could tell it hurt. But I got it all on film. It will make a nice ass rape porn. Not sure if I will keep it for my spank bank or if I will upload it on the dark net. Either way we made a great movie.
However, the girl did not survive. We did not intend to make a snuff flick. But accidents happen. Men go a little crazy sometimes when they finally get that young pussy they crave. But as the accomplice, I took care of the cleanup and the disposal of the body. We put her body in the trunk of my car. But I disposed of her body three counties over.
And I took dark roads to avoid any street cameras. I buried her deep in the woods. I doubt anybody will find her. Unless of course they see our little homemade movie on the dark net. Then they might think she fell prey to a sex trafficking ring. As your accomplice, I take care of finding you the right little playmate. And I dispose of her too. Dead girls can’t send you to prison.
Medical fetish phone sex calls seem rare. But I love them, nonetheless. I get a couple a week but being the accomplice comprises the bulk of my calls. And in a way medical fetish exploration seems like an accomplice job. I help you enjoy a massive orgasm. But I help you enjoy it with a little bit of pain.
And in the case of Stephen, a lot of pain. He told me he considers himself a pain slut. In the past, he hired dominatrixes to explore his submissive pain side. Not all men seem created equally. Some deserve to get all the pussy they want whenever they want. Other men seem to exist for cock and ball torture sex.
As Stephen aged, his dick started to work less. But that happens. Age is our worst enemy. Almost everything becomes more difficult as we age, including orgasms. Stephen wanted to play doctor with me. So, I got out a sounding device, dipped it in Ben Gay and rammed it down his pee hole as I used his balls for stress release. Although I could see tears in his eyes from the pain, he kept an erection. And that’s telling. It tells me a man enjoys the pain I’m inflicting on his junk.
Honestly, medical fetish scenarios turn me on. Mainly because I think about revenge on the men who abused me in my youth like my own father. Cock and ball torture seems like perfect revenge for sexual predators. And with the sounding device deep down in his pee hole, I kicked his balls repeatedly in my stiletto heels. The fucker started to piss all over the floor and showed no remorse or embarrassment for it either. So, I did something rather unexpected.
I keep a poker with the letter C on it. It looks like the sort of thing farmers use to brand their sheep and cattle. I use it to brand a man’s balls. Essentially castrating the man. Maybe not literally but figuratively. If it man wants to have sex with a woman, he’s got to explain why there is a C branded on his balls. I left that sounding device in his urethra while I branded his balls with my initial.
His cock stayed hard the entire time. Stephen did not lie to me when he told me he’s a pain slut. But I may have kicked it up a notch when I branded his balls. He should feel lucky I didn’t turn this CBT session into a snuff porn. But I was not mad at Stephen. He did nothing but beg for some cock and ball and medical torture. However, I started thinking about my past and branding all those men who abused me in my youth. I got so carried away that I almost castrated Stephen. You leave that poker on the flesh too long and you eat right through the skin.
He tipped me a large sum for leaving my initial on his balls. Essentially, I made him my slave for life. And ruined his chances of experiencing a normal orgasm or relationship ever again. I extract cum from your balls, one way or another.
Sadistic phone sex revenge feels so sweet. Sometimes you wait a lifetime for that revenge, but it feels so satisfying. James has been locked in my dungeon cage for a few days now. He waited in total darkness, naked, wondering what he did to deserve this sort of treatment. According to him, he apologized for breaking my heart. But a simple apology does not suffice for breaking my heart, James.
I opened the dungeon door, the light shined behind me, illuminating my body. And I thought about how my life would’ve been different if James admitted his love for me earlier. My pet seemed a little cramped in his cage. Good. He deserves to be a little uncomfortable. But I opened his cage. And I put a chain around his collar so he wouldn’t try to run away.
We walked upstairs and I let him use the restroom. I made a big spread for breakfast and told him that I’m not quite the monster he thinks. I will keep him fed and clean. But I also told him to make no mistake that I would kill him if he tried to escape. James killed the romantic woman in me many years ago.
He appeared weak, so I made sure that he got plenty of food. And I could tell he seemed hesitant to eat the food because he thought I poisoned him again. I told him no need to be suspicious. But he would need energy to survive a busy day worshiping me. I planned on cramming in 30 years of pussy worshiping in one day. James laughed like he thought I might be kidding. Not a chance. The woman he fell in love with no longer existed.
Again, he begged for forgiveness. Just words. He looked at me with puppy dog eyes, but I knew he could see the fire in my eyes. He tried to claim he always loved me, but all he ever did was turn my love for him into something tawdry. Back then he just wanted to fuck me. He crawled to my feet and started running his fingers up my calves, but I smacked his hand away. He touches me when I tell him he can touch me. I yanked his chain and forced him to stand up.
And I escorted him to my living room. I know he feared I would turn him into a snuff porn star. But I had other plans for him. I ordered him to lie on the floor. Then I lifted my nightgown and sat on his face. “Now you can touch my legs slave,” I told him.
He owes me 40 years of sexual pleasure. As I lowered my pussy on his face, I felt his hands caressing my legs, moving up to spread my thighs and plunge his tongue eagerly into my love garden. He started to roam his tongue up and down my garden. And then I started to grind on his face. Tilted my pelvis, back-and-forth brushing my pussy all over his face.
I would pull myself up and look at glistening face every few minutes. My dream of revenge finally came to fruition. I could feel his hands trembling as they caressed my legs and my hips. Good boy, I told him as he hungrily licked my clit. I began to bounce up and down his cock. And I could feel the blood rushing my clit.
I reached my hands down to his testicles and gave the family jewels a good hard squeeze. He started to yell, but I told him he had better keep licking. And I pumped his balls in rhythmic fashion until he started to lick my pussy faster. A little cock and ball torture helps train a slave like James.
As he started to lick faster, I started to squeeze faster and harder. He wrapped his lips around my little cherry, swirling his tongue back-and-forth until my witness dripped on his chin. I could feel myself starting to cream on his face. And he just started licking faster until my entire body shook. All I could do was put my entire weight down on his face and grind harder.
My thighs squeezed his head as I rocked back-and-forth until I orgasm all over his face. My juices flowed like a burst damn all over his tongue and face. And of course, I ordered him to lick it all up. I told him if he still wanted to make me cum 40 years later, he better lick like his life depended on it. Because it did. The moment James can no longer make me orgasm is the moment he takes his last breath.
As I came on his face, I noticed his erect cock, so I smacked it. And I smacked it hard too, but he stayed erect as my juices flooded his face. Something in him changed when he made me cum. And I think he suddenly realized it’s not that bad being my slave. I turned him into a human dildo. And I made sure he knew I owned him for life. I squeezed his balls again and decided he needed to make me orgasm again. Of course, squeezing a man’s balls means you control the narrative. And James finally realized I was in control.
My husband never eats pussy, but James seems like a natural. He wanted my juices cascading all over his face again. He finally got his woman, but he got her on my terms, not his. Begged to be my romantic partner, but he killed the romance in me 40 years ago. Even though Air Supply played in the background, I continued to deprive him of oxygen with my cunt. And I could feel my sticky juices begin to flow again.
And I unleashed a second floodgate on his face. He trapped my kitty by holding me down on his face as he swirled around my clit making me explode again like a nuclear bomb. So, I started to rock back-and-forth with more force and squeeze the side of his head until I came. He started calling me mistress and professing his love for me as I climaxed on his face, turning him into a glazed doughnut of love.
He could barely breathe as my juices covered his face. I collapsed on top of his head. That cock still looked erect. He could’ve been my romantic partner so many years ago. But when you snooze you lose. He told me he wanted me forever. That he wanted to be my willing slave. But all I could think about was revenge and cock and ball torture sex. I dug my long fingernails into his balls and watched him jerk his body from the pain. I found myself getting drunk on his pain, so I dug them in deeper.
So, I hovered my pussy over his cock as I continued to squeeze his balls. And then I teased my own pussy lips with his erect soldier. When he grabbed my tits, I slapped his dick some more. I suddenly realized James likes a little bit of pain. Maybe he became a masochist from beating himself up for letting me go. I became a sadist once I realized James would never be mine.
His hands began to roam my body. And I just started squeezing the head of his dick as I shoved it up my cunt. He watched his cock disappeared into my womanhood. My juices began to cascade down his shaft. I reached my hand behind my back so I could squeeze his balls some more. The harder I squeezed the more pleasure James felt.
And I started to move faster up his shaft while letting his hands play with my tits. His love stick would glisten with my love juice. But I did not make love to James. I fucked James. On my terms. I used James as my human dildo.
When he felt my legs trembling, he knew that I would cum again quickly. And I moaned from the pleasure. His cock belongs to me as well as his body. I started convulsing on his cock as I took sexual pleasure from him. And I think I came 4 times and he had not cum once yet. Seemed fair.
The more I squeezed his testicles the wetter my cunt felt. James knew we were not making love. We were force fucking. I had him tied up on my living room floor, using him for my pleasure. I could feel his cock growing super hard inside of me. And I could even see it slip in and out of my wet pussy. It started to turn colors, blue and purple as his excitement grew. With my hands still on his balls, I knew they wanted to burst.
He found me on LinkedIn and that gave him hope. Hope that I exploited and took advantage of. He fell into my web. I knew he’d come looking for me one day. But I hoped it could have been sooner. James will grow to need my sexy body and my cold heart. He’s nothing more now than my human sex toy.
I came again with such intensity that I rolled over onto the floor. I gushed like a geyser all over his soldier. He begged to cum. But my pussy would not be his cum dumpster. I let him stroke his cock, but then I changed my mind. He did not deserve a fulfilling orgasm. No man breaks my heart and enjoys pleasurable orgasms.
So, I milked his prostate. I slid my finger into his ass while squeezing his nuts. And I found that magic spot because his cock leaked like a broken faucet. I mixed pleasure and pain as I forced the cum out of him. And I pumped his testicles like stress balls. I could feel his body shake as I forced the man juice out of his dick. He came with such intensity that I thought his cum might land on the ceiling instead of his stomach.
I rubbed some into his chest as he panted hard. Then I licked it off my fingers. A few more squeezes to the head of his soldier, and then I returned him to his cage. But I let him clean that jizz off his chest, use the restroom and grab a snack beforehand.
When he emerged from the bathroom, he kissed my feet. I made him a grilled cheese sandwich and some soup. And I told him to stay fed and hydrated to keep up with me. This is his life now. In a cage, in my basement, only being brought up when I feel horny. James is here to worship me for eternity now. And he will devote the rest of his life to taking care of my needs.
Back in his cage, he went. I knew I would be back later to use my human dildo again. I put a big padlock on the cage and tucked the key into my bra. I laughed sadistically, knowing he would never return home. I think I broke him. And I think he’s ready for a life of servitude to the woman he crushed 40 some years ago. It’s never too late to extract revenge.
