A dirty whore like me craves snuff sex. My daddy raised me as his little bitch. I ran away from home as a young teen girl. I didn’t realize then how grateful I was to my daddy for being such a mean son of a bitch. Being a young runaway is a rough life. I had no skills. I had no money. That made me fall prey to men who made daddy look like a choir boy. I should have realized then that daddy only wanted the best for me. I was a dumb whore who needed a dominant man to control me; make the decisions I was too stupid to make for myself. I understand that now. Every day, I look for a man like daddy. I have daddy issues, clearly, but that is good for you. I am looking for that right mixture of sadism and affection. A man who cares enough to administer a stern punishment, even torture sex. Every night I get high and drunk, trolling seedy clubs and the streets looking for a daddy master like the one I fled so many years ago. Sometimes I find great mean masters, other times I get paid to be abused for a little while and sometimes I come home empty handed and need to beg men like you to hurt me. Last night, I didn’t find a master, but I didn’t come home with nothing either. I met some street boys tweaking on meth. I don’t usually do meth, but I wanted some kicks too. I got high as fuck. I was baiting them to abuse my whore holes. I taunted their masculinity. They used me as a punching bag and sodomized my ass. There was a girl with them. She was the cruelest. She fucked my ass with her dirty shoe heel as she spit on me. I will never see them again, but it was hot abuse, albeit short lived.
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