I thought I knew the meaning of torture phone sex, but I guess I am wrong! These guys are worse than Pablo Escobar! They are pissed about a shipment of heroin that was supposed to come in. I get ready because they are going to use my ass for target practice. I hear one of them speak loudly to the other one with the loaded machine gun in his hand.

The next thing I know is he flips and shoots the guy straight in the heart. My legs wobble, and I fall to the floor. I am losing my nerve by the minute. I realize that I am in too deep to go back. There is no way out anyway. I plaster myself on the floor and play dead. That’s the best thing to do in situations like this. Maybe they will just let me be. I don’t think so though. There is no way they are going to have coochie for hire escape out of the fucking building alive. I shake my head from side to side.

Scooting further in the corner I hear one of them say “where’s the slut?”. There is no way I can be considered invisible. Someone palms my ass, and I look down to see it’s a dead body. Piss frees itself from my flapping hole. This would be a great time to try to get away, but all of the excitement is making me horny.

Torture Phone Sex

That’s me, in a tight fucking situation and wanting to fuck. If these goons caught me, they were going to teach me the meaning of the word. I don’t have to question what they would do to me. I already knew it would be the most violent rape in the history of the world! My mind couldn’t concentrate, and I couldn’t move fast enough. An hour later my cock squeezer is bleeding from the forcible objects going in there. I told you these fuckers would teach me what torture phone sex is all about. And, so far they have