Taboo Phone Sex Whore Gets a Shock

taboo phone sexI thought as a taboo phone sex whore I was shock proof. I went into a BDSM club for the first time since February. My favorite little underground fetish club opened back up. I got a call last night that there was a male patron requesting me. I had no clue it was open again. I put on some slutty clothes and rushed down to have some overdue fun. I was escorted to a private room blindfolded per my patron’s request. He wanted to play a game. He skull fucked me and I was clueless who he was, honestly.  He spoke. The voice was vaguely familiar, but I was not placing it. I did not care. I was just happy to be back in the BDSM game again. After a few hours of skull and ass fucking, he removed my blindfold. I almost puked when I saw my father. I had not seen him in decades. I tried to forget his evil face, but it is permanently etched in my brain. “Hello, dear Cassie,” he seethed. I peed myself. I ran away from home when I was a young teen girl. Never looked back, either. Honestly, I assumed my dad was dead. I have not heard from him. I did change my last name to make it harder to find me. I figured he died or just got himself a new little whore to abuse. I am in my 30s now. That is a few decades too old for dear old dad. He punched me in the face. The blood dripping down my face was lube as he skull fucked me some more. He choked me while his cock was in my throat. Daddy was never small. And even in his late 50’s his dick was just as hard. When I could, I screamed for help. Before security came, daddy was gone out a back exit. Next time, I may not be so lucky. He knows I am alive. He knows my name. He knows the city I live in. It is just a matter of time before I star in a snuff porn for dear old dad. My last one.

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