Torture sex is the only sex I get. But as a masochist, I do not mind. At least I do not mind if I am getting coke in exchange. Last night, this sadist drug dealer I know, wanted to torture my tits and cunt for hours. But I had to endure it. What were my options? No coke for a holiday weekend was not a viable option for me. So, I let him mutilate me.
For an hour, he zapped my flesh with a cattle prod. Have you ever smelt burning flesh? It’s an awful smell, especially if it’s your own flesh. I think smoke started to ooze out my nipples he shocked my tits so much. But my boob torture served as foreplay. He went to my clit next. Singed my red pussy hair. Burning hair smells as bad as burning flesh. Honestly, I thought about calling off the deal, and going to my stepson instead. However, I had endured so much torture phone sex already, I thought I needed to see it through.
Sometimes, It Amazes Me What My Body Can Endure for Coke
As he burned the flesh off my clit, I thought about all the coke I would have for this weekend. It would let me keep up with my teenage boys and their soccer pals who were spending the weekend with us. After he burned my clit, and my nipples, he shoved the cattle prod up my worthless cunt. When he shocked me, he laughed as my body jolted and I pissed everywhere. Involuntary reaction to an electric prod shoved up my cunt.
That turned him on, so he decided to shove it up my ass next. And that hurt more than the nipple, clit and cunt torture combined. When he finished torturing me, he untied me, but he made me lick my piss off the concrete floor of the warehouse we were in. And he added his piss to the mix to humiliate me while I was down. At this point, this taboo phone sex whore has no shame left. I spit shined the floor, got my coke and got the fuck out of there with my burnt and sore body.
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