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Sadistic Phone Sex is Not What James Planned for Our Reunion

sadistic phone sexSadistic 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.

Forty Years is a Long Time to Prepare for Revenge

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.

James Now Resides in a Large Dog Cage in My Dungeon

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.

I Turned James into My Human Sized Dildo

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.

Heartbreak Can Turn a Woman’s Heart to Stone

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.

Every Woman Plots Revenge Against the Men Who Wronged Them

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.

No Slave Gets to Enjoy a Pleasurable Orgasm

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.

Snuff Phone Sex Kidnapper Uses Rena’s Holes

snuff phone sexPeople love hearing about my snuff phone sex experiences because I have a lot of close calls.  Men using my holes as their cum dumpster sex toy.  Last week, it was no different.  This  man grabbed me by my hair and threw me into his van. I landed on the dirty floor, scared out of my mind but also turned on by the roughness. He climbed in after me, slamming the door shut with a sinister grin before driving off to god knows where. As he started touching himself through his pants, it was clear what kind of “fun” we were going to have together.

The van drove down dark, deserted roads for what felt like hours. My captor kept groping and fondling himself while leering at me with disgusting lust in his eyes. Finally, he pulled over to an abandoned warehouse and dragged me out of the van.

Inside was pitch black except for a small flashlight he shone on my face as he roughly pushed me against a wall. His hands were everywhere – unzipping my clothes, pulling down my panties, squeezing my tits… He didn’t say a word but his actions spoke volumes: this man wanted one thing from me – total submission.

Without warning, he forced his cock inside of me – hard and fast like an animal possessed by its primal urges. I cried out in pain but also pleasure as our hips slammed together over and over again under that dim light flickering off the walls of the warehouse…

Scat Torture sex: The ultimate degradation

Torture sex with the one I serve is always changing. He gets all sorts of ideas that one-up the last. He knows I am a loyal slave. I don’t complain or whine about it; I go through it. And recently, he said I am too desensitized. And that I don’t suffer enough. So he made me meet his friend and his friend’s teen daughter.Torture sex

She was a young little thing with an evil look in her eyes. They were a Daddy-and-Daughter couple, and she was always hanging on his arm. They wanted to make a special video, and she was the star.

From how everything unfolded, I am really wondering if this was her idea the whole time. I had to play the role of the toilet.

Her Daddy’s dick was so massive, I was a little shocked she got it in her asshole.

It only took a couple of pumps, and then he pulled it out, and a fire hydrant of shit blasted out of her.

All this shit poured into my mouth and on my face.

I started dry heaving immediately, and they were all laughing at me. She was the worst of them all. She gave me the nickname Shit pig. She rubbed her shit in my eyes and spat in my face over and over again. And then her Daddy brought out the paddle.

The little Teen rape porn star stood over my head and unleashed another thick, vile torrent of shit on top of my head as her Daddy paddled my ass. I lost control of all my muscles and made a mess of things. I must have been dosed with laxatives because it was like an explosion. It got all over the paddle and on her Daddy.

They both laughed and degraded Shit pig, and then he stuck his big cock up my ass. It hurt so bad, especially after all that paddling. When he was fucking me, I could see how jealous it made that little bitch. I swear I thought she was going to kill me. But luckily, she just kicked me in the face, giving me a bloody nose, after he put a load in me.

 

 

 

 

 

Castration Phone Sex is a Level of Pain Most Men Cannot Comprehend

castration phone sexCastration phone sex is my specialty. I received the nickname the wicked butcher over a decade ago. Although most men, I castrate for free, some actually pay me. Can you imagine how pathetic a man must be to pay a woman to mutilate his balls. So, I take their money and leave them without their testicles every time. Most men don’t even realize they should not have their balls in the first place.

Sam begged me to take his balls. A young guy too. Usually, the men who want me to castrate them seem much older. Mostly P men who know they will eventually get caught and murdered in prison. But they seem too weak to do it themselves. Sam does not like little girls or little boys. However, he does enjoy pain. He hired me for extreme cock and ball torture sex.

Some rich tech, bro guy. Any he visited me this weekend so I could remove his testicles. But I did more than remove his nut sack. I used a sounding device with icy hot in his urethra which made him scream for mercy before the party started. However, we already agreed ahead of time that no matter how much he paid for mercy I would give him none.

The Pain I Bring is Beyond Most Men’s Comprehension

Just a rich weakling. He thought I might go the chemical castration route. No fun in that. I used a scalpel to remove his testicles. And I removed the skin too. Gave him an extra layer of pain he never experienced before. I take my job as a wicked butcher seriously. And if a man pays me to castrate him or mutilate his junk, I do it in the most painful way imaginable. Be careful what you ask for, men.

For a pain slut, he kept passing out. Between his screams and his tears, I found myself wanting to kill him. And I could’ve. He paid me in advance. I always make them pay upfront because I can’t necessarily get money out of a corpse. So, sometimes I do end up killing these losers. But Sam just wanted to explore his medical fetish phone sex fantasies. I mutilated his junk. And that includes skinning his testicles before removing them. Sometimes men need to be careful about what they asked for. As a wicked butcher, I bring pain beyond most men’s comprehension.

Sometimes, Accomplice Phone Sex Means I Can Exact Revenge for a Girl

Accomplice phone sexMost of the time, men hire me for accomplice phone sex. But I’ve been known to help a few women with boyfriend problems. However, this week, I enjoyed the pleasure of helping a teen girl. A girl in a bad situation much like I was many years ago with my own father. A few months ago, I met this young teen girl hooking on the streets. I was looking for a young teen prostitute for a client of mine and I found her.

This client would treat her well, so I didn’t feel guilty about procuring her services. But I will admit I didn’t want anything bad to happen to her either. I could already tell in her eyes she’s experienced more trauma than most people do in their lifetime. My client took very good care of her. And gave her enough money so that she could stay in a hotel for a month.

I stopped by her hotel last week with some food and cash to extend her stay. And we talked. She left an abusive dad just like I did. But unlike me, she has somebody in her corner. She has me. And her dad deserved castration phone sex more than any man.

So, I got enough details from her so that I could find her father on my own. Although from the way she described him, I knew I was way too old for him. So, I catfished him. He thought a young teen girl wanted to fuck him. Fat greasy fuck. I can’t imagine any woman wanting to fuck him. But I pushed my way into his house and drugged him.

Helping Young Girls with Daddy Problems Feels Cathartic to Me

He woke up, tied to his kitchen table, naked. And he saw me holding a butcher knife when he woke up. I told him I met his daughter recently and she told me all the nasty fucked up things he did to her. Then I told him I wanted to settle an old score. Men like my father and her father don’t change because their daughters grow up or run away. They just find more girls to prey on, unless you neuter them.

And since I’ve long harbored fantasies about castrating my father, the least I could do was castrate her father. She can take solace in the fact that he won’t prey on any more young women again. Hell, this bastard will never fuck again. And he’ll never even wake up with a pee hard on. I took his balls. And cock and ball torture sex never felt more cathartic. Of course, I imagined I was castrating my own father. This fucking slime bag predator should feel lucky I didn’t slit his throat because he did not deserve to live.

I left him tied up on his table bleeding. He’ll be able to get out of the ties eventually. But not quickly enough to find me. And I doubt he’ll go to the police. Because if he does, his daughter will tell the police everything he did to her. Sometimes castration seems like a fitting punishment for a sexual predator. It felt good to be on the right side of the accomplice spectrum this time. But I’ll still help men fuck young girls. However, if any young girl comes to me with a man problem, I will help her for free. Money is not everything.

Ass Rape Porn Star Turns into a Gang Bang Anal Whore for Coke Money

ass rape pornPeople know my reputation as an ass rape porn star. Most of my work, however, I would consider underground. Snuff flicks and violent porn only shown to private collectors appear on the dark web only. However, I recently got a call to audition for a hardcore anal sex video. It seemed out of the blue. I didn’t know the director. And I didn’t know the studio name. I probably should’ve Googled it.

I showed up glammed up like the directed requested. He told me this would be sort of a futuristic porn movie. The pay seemed good, and I knew it would help keep me high for the rest of the month. So, I showed up and that little voice in my head went off the moment I arrived. I knew this was no professional porn movie. But I played along. Hopefully if it was a snuff porn, it would be the simulated rough, kind and not the dead kind.

I auditioned with a glass dildo. So, I showed the director that I can work just about anything into my tight puckered asshole. Who am I fooling? My ass does not feel tight. And it’s not puckered either. It’s well-worn and prolapsed from too much use. But I’m still an anal whore. So, for about an hour, I gave them my all with that dildo. Then the director clapped his hands, and suddenly this went from an audition to gang bang. And a rough gangbang too.

Really, It Seems Amazing I am Alive Most Days

Although I’m no stranger to being a gangbang rape porn star either, it startled me. One clap from the director and eight men descended on me like horny vultures. They started fish hooking my mouth, slapping my tits, choking me, and ripping off what little clothes I was wearing. One guy grabbed me by my red hair, yanked me up off the chair, and slammed me down on the ground. He wanted me face down and ass up to get forced fucked.

Clearly, I appeared outnumbered. And I knew I couldn’t fight off eight men. Nine if you included the director. He eventually joined in. However, most of the time he filmed this brutal gang bang. Apparently, I fell for the professional studio spiel. I’m sure I am not the only one to be duped. At least he did pay me. But he didn’t pay me what we agreed on. He told me to be lucky that he let me live.

I went through all that for enough money to get a few days’ worth of Coke. Well, I try to see the silver lining in this sort of shit. So at least I could score some coke. At least enough to carry me through a few more days until I put myself back out there for random strangers to use and abuse for coke money.

I Make Snuff Movies for Pleasure and Educational Purposes

snuff moviesMost snuff movies are fake. Total bullshit. But not the kind I make. I make real snuff films. Most of them I make for my spank bank collection. Although I do not film every kill, I do film most of them. Many years ago, I purchased an old-fashioned cam recorder. No Internet access so no risk of uploading anything to the cloud that could get me busted. My grandpa taught me when I’m making home movies or I want to take some pictures, that I need to go old school analog. So, I use a vintage cam recorder for my movies and an old Polaroid camera for my pictures.

And last night, my protégé and I watched some of my movies. I wanted her to see how I progressed with age. She could see some of my awkward quick kills when I first started out as a murderous bitch. And now she can see how I kill without even batting an eyelash. It’s not that I was ever squeamish about murder, I just lacked the knowledge of how to prolong the torture sex.

My whole movie collection proved quite educational to my protégé. She even took notes. I’ve trained several women in my life. This girl appears to be the youngest. And the most natural. She seems to be the one most like me. Just pure evil. Although her uncle did molest her for years, her killer instincts always existed. Her uncle hired me to kill her while he watched.

Teaching Young Girls to Be Wicked Butchers Brings Me Joy

She got older and threatened to tell if he did not leave her alone. And he decided she was a liability that he needed to take care of for his own self-preservation. But money is not everything. I saw potential in her. But I kept his money and I kept her alive and now she’s my mini killing machine.

For hours, we watched my whole movie collection, and she watched how I torture a man’s cock and balls, especially if he’s also a predator. I go harder on the predators. And I usually let them live with a constant reminder that they will never force fuck anybody again. My little protégé decided she felt ready to practice her castration skills, so we made a list of boys she knows that do not deserve to keep their nuts.

Young Girls with Killer Instincts Need My Help

When you castrate a man, you never need to worry about them going to the police. They keep what you did to them a secret because they don’t want to answer the question of why a woman would do that to them. Yes, I have castrated men just for pure shits and giggles. But many men, I castrate are sexual predators. Men who do not deserve to keep their balls or ever enjoy an erection again. When you castrate a sexual predator, they soon realize being neutered is better being force fucked by black men in prison every day.

So, my protégé and I will use the brat offenders’ list to find some cock and balls for castration phone sex practice. She can learn how to make a man suffer using known offenders in the neighborhood as practice. Sort of vigilant justice, with an educational spin. And once I feel confident of her castration ability, we will work on her list of schoolboys who need neutered early in life. Double trouble her and me. We’re going to make the world safer for young girls one set of balls at a time

Domination Phone Sex Lets Me Explore My Revenge Fantasies for James, The Boy Who Broke My Heart

domination phone sexAs a sexy switch, I never mind exploring domination phone sex fantasies. The beauty of a snuff site like this includes being able to fantasize about anything even getting revenge on an old sweetheart. I met James in college. And I liked him so much. Honestly, I gave him every indication that I wanted to date him. However, he never picked up on it. And when he picked up on it finally, it felt too late. He graduated from college. And left me behind.

He tried reconnecting with me after he left college, but I shut him out. I had to. I did not want him breaking my heart once again. And I thought we had something special, but he took far too long to realize it. A girl can’t wait forever, can she. So, when he reached out to me out of the blue, I hatched a devious plan to get my revenge. And my revenge involved some cock and ball torture sex.

We agreed to meet for dinner. And I brought along something to drug his food. He always thought I was a sweet innocent girl next-door type of woman. So, he would never suspect that his rejection turned me into an evil bitch. Although we did reminisce about the good old days, I could see that he wanted me and that he regretted the way things ended. But I moved on. Well, sort of moved on. I have been letting my anger and resentment fester for decades.

I’ve Had Years to Think About Revenge

By the time we got back to my place, the drugs I put into his food kicked in. He pretty much passed out on me. Which is what I wanted. I needed time to tie him up and strip him naked. When he woke up, he found himself tied naked to a bed in a dark room with no windows and only candlelight. I built a dungeon in my house to keep him prisoner. He seemed perplexed and baffled at why I did this. And I explained to him I should’ve had a much different life if we had only met sooner. Or perhaps if he picked up on my love language back in the day.

He didn’t understand and wanted to know where the sweet girl he once knew went. And I told him he killed her. Now it felt right to get revenge. While tied up, I sat on his face and suffocated him with my muff. Squeezed my thighs so tightly against his head that I felt like I could crush it. It forced him to lick me like pussy eating was an Olympic sport. Well, he literally licked me for his life. I squeezed his balls and twisted them with my long red fingernails. And I definitely left a mark.

The Girl James Once Knew is Long Gone By Now

He killed the old me. Turned me into a bad ass bitch who gets revenge on the men who wronged her. But I debated my own self about what to do with him. I could’ve killed him and he knows that. However, I decided to keep him prisoner in my basement for all eternity. He’s not without certain skills. The kind of skills that women need occasionally need. Whenever I need to orgasm, I can pull him out of his cage and force him to worship me like a good puppy dog.

Honestly, when he reached out to me after all these years, I thought about killing him. I truly harbored murder phone sex fantasies for my old college sweetheart. And now he will be my eternal prisoner. He will serve as my sex slave. And as stress relief. Anytime I feel overwhelmed, I can go downstairs and squeeze his balls. In fact, I think he might like that. But I know he will like licking me whenever I need licked, which is often. The innocent love lorn coed disappeared. We can enjoy a new relationship now. But this time, I’m in charge.

Sex With Dead Bodies Always Make You Cum

Sex with bodiesLet me watch you have Sex with dead bodies, playing with my swollen clit as I watch you slowly stroke the lifeless whore underneath you; her legs are like dead weight on your shoulders. 

That doesn’t stop you from thrusting fast and hard in her soulless body; you can maneuver her body in any way you want; she is still warm so rigormortis hasn’t set in just yet. 

Staring in her blank eyes, pinching and twisting her long nipples, admiring the strangulation marks on her throat, sliding that fat dick in her dry asshole. 

Ripping her shit hole open as you hammer her hole, rubbing her clit as if she feels anything, your knife goes to work as you fuck the body, slicing her tits, then down her abdomen you can’t take much more the sight of her blood has you on the brink of explosion, when her last movement shakes her body you explode inside the dead hole, 

Now it’s time to dismember the body and get rid of it. A drum of acid waits nearby to peel every piece of flesh off her body; the only question left is where do you put the bones?

I Did Not Have Being an Ass Rape Porn Star on My Bingo Card

ass rape pornBeing an ass rape porn star on Mother’s Day was not on my bingo card. My family planned a very nice day for me. And for the most part, I did enjoy the day. We went to my favorite restaurant for brunch and then to a movie. And we came home and I fucked my boys. Perfect day. Until I realized I used more cocaine than I thought, and I appeared almost out.

So, I waited until my husband went to bed, and I snuck out to see the drug dealer who usually helps me out without violating any of my holes. However, he felt a mixture of love and rage for his mother. According to him, she’s cock teased him most of his life. She’s never fucked him or even let him touch a boob, but she walks around naked and leaves the door open while she masturbates.

No wonder he harbors rape phone sex fantasies for his mother. He told me he would double the usual amount of cocaine he gives me if I just let him work out his mommy issues on my ass. And I figured what the hell. I needed the cocaine and my ass experiences far worse than what this guy can give me. Well, I underestimated the power of rage. I underestimated what decades of cock teasing can do to a man.

Some Men Harbor Rape Fantasies for Their Mother

He tossed me down on the bed, tied my hands behind my back, and put a spreader bar between my legs, so I would never close them. And then he just rammed his cock raw in my ass. Big thick cock without any lubrication bounced in and out of my ass with force. Even though I consider myself a hardcore anal whore, I still prefer lubrication. I think anyone wants lubrication for their fuck holes. Ouch. This hurt.

He really did feel some rage for his mother because he’s never fucked me like that before. In fact, he started choking me too, and of course he called me mother as he violated my holes. But I knew it would be over soon. And I told myself this is just a onetime thing. His mother cock teasing him worked him up. And he just couldn’t take it anymore. I told myself I needed to just let him ravage my asshole to get it out of his system. Plus, I told myself he would remember this kindness and take care of me.

Finally, he nutted and as promised, he gave me two big bags of cocaine. He prolapsed my asshole further, and he left ligature marks around my throat. However, for that amount of cocaine he gave me, I will be his taboo phone whore any day.