You know you’re in for a ride when you call me, don’t you? I live for this shit. To be your used-up, fucked-up toy who takes it in the ass and the mouth, swallows every load without complaint. I crave the sting of your hand across my face, the taste of cum and piss on my tongue.
So when you ordered me to my knees and demanded a blowjob, I didn’t hesitate. I opened wide, my lips parted like a gaping whore as I waited for your cock to fill me up. And when you slapped me for getting too excited, all I could think about was how much more of your abuse I could take.
You laughed, grabbed my hair, and fucked my face until you shot your hot load down my throat. I swallowed every drop, savoring the taste of power and submission that coated my tongue. And then you pulled out, leaving me there, wet and aching for more. You didn’t have to tell me what was coming next – I knew it as well as you did. You tied me up, spread my legs wide, and let your friends take turns using my cum-drenched holes like they owned them. I moaned and begged for more, my filthy slut voice echoing through the room. And as they pounded away at me, their rough hands slapping my tits and ass, I couldn’t help but feel a sense of belonging. This was where I belonged, kneeling at your feet, getting fucked until there was nothing left of me but a worthless piece of trash.
When they finally pulled out, leaving me gaping and covered in their cum and piss, I looked up at you, eyes shining with gratitude. “Fuck, you’re one hell of a slut,” you growled, kissing me roughly. “I don’t know what I’d do without you.”
Truth be told, I didn’t know what I’d do without you either. Because in your twisted world of degradation and humiliation, I found a purpose, a home, and a place where I truly belonged.