Stripper Rape Phone Sex Fantasies

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I was hired for a bachelor party; specifically, I was to fuck the groom to be. He likes blonde bimbos and his best man heard I do some private escorting occasionally and sent me a text. We have a mutual friend. Easy money I thought. These guys were choir boys compared to who I was accustomed to meeting. We had an enjoyable time. I gave lap dances, a few blow jobs, nothing rough. It was the break I needed. I was staying the night with the groom to be. That was the deal. I was to seduce him, act like I was doing something I was not supposed to be doing because I liked him. I thought he bought it until he grabbed my arm and pinned it behind my back like a WWW wrestler. One wrong move, my arm would have snapped like a twig. “You are just a paid whore. Don’t think I don’t know that,” he seethed. Dr. Jekyll appeared suddenly. He tossed me on the bed with both arms pinned behind me. Damn it hurt. He forced his cock inside my ass. He didn’t bother with lube or a condom. According to him, a whore like me doesn’t deserve pleasure. I could feel my asshole tearing as he fucked me dry and hard. I don’t mind anal sex, but this hurt. He wanted it to hurt. He kept yelling at me to cry. I was fighting back the tears because normally crying gets me hurt worse. He wanted the tears, so I let loose. His dick got harder hearing me cry and plead. He didn’t show me any mercy, however. He just sodomized me harder until he exploded in my ass. When he came, he gripped my arm so tight it snapped. Spiral fracture. Not my first one either, but it hurt so bad I blacked out. I woke up naked, with a bloody ass and a broken arm in the alley behind his loft. I was put out like trash.

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