In the end, I am always the pain slut phone sex whore. When my Sugar Daddy offered to take me on a trip to France, I thought it would be loads of fun. I should have known that bitches like me don’t get off that fucking easy. He took me to a remote place in the rain forest and made sure we were all alone. Or at least we thought we were alone until some fucking thing jumped out of nowhere and put up a burlap over my head.

Being calm isn’t my strong suit. So, my sugar daddy punched me in the face and knocked me out unconscious. When I came to, I thought my bones were crushed. My body wants to be broken in half. I look around for my capture but didn’t see him. I did see and feel a hard ball in my pussy. Something slimy was coming out of there as well. To keep myself from getting sick, I didn’t bother to check to see what it was.

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When my benefactor showed up, he was dressed in just a loin cloth. He held a knife in his gloved hand. Sweat was beading all over my body. Pushing the hot knife near my clit he began cutting. I didn’t know if the fucker was going to circumcise my sweet ass or what. I didn’t have time to wait for an answer. He was branding my sweet ass. Pain shot through my ass, and tears ran down my cheeks.

Peeking through the loin cloth his massive cock was engorged from causing me so much agony that semen was dripping down to his balls. Picking up the knife again and digging into my sweet ass, pushing the ball out of my twat. I started to scream when blood started running down my ass crack. He, on the other hand, is delighted in all of this as he shot cum onto my tiny tits. I guess I shouldn’t have expected anything less. Nothing for a pain slut phone sex whore to do but take it.