1. Call Girl Confessions, Part 2


    Date: 8/21/2015, Categories: Fetish, Author: Jonathans_Fantasies, Rating: 15, Source: LushStories

    me isolated and away from anyone unless he was right there with me. I wasn't allowed to have any friends except the ones he permitted, and even then I had to tell him everything that was said so he wouldn't think I was talking about him. He routinely went through my emails and my cell phone. He was paranoid that I was always fooling around on him (I wasn't), and plotting to leave him for someone else. Then one day, he brought a new twist into our relationship. We had gone to this guy's apartment that Paul knew to score some weed. I don't know where Paul knew this guy from, but we went to his apartment together because he didn't want to leave me at home alone. Anyway, we get there and Paul tries the pot out to make sure it's good quality. He gives me a hit or two, just showing off for this friend. Then he goes to pay for it and comes up short of funds. Instead of buying what he can afford, he instead makes the guy another offer. "I got half the money, but you wanna work a deal for the other half?" Paul asked him. "What did you have in mind?" the guy said. "Well, I'll let you fuck my girl here for the rest of the weed," he said. I looked at Paul like he had just grew a second head! I couldn't believe he had suggested something this outrageous! "Is she any good?" he asked. "You bet your ass! She's the best fuck in town. And she's a screamer too!" he said, joking with the guy. I was mortified! I turned beet red at his comment and stood there dumbstruck as the deal was finalized. ...
    I was going to be partial payment for the weed he wanted to get! The dealer handed the bag of weed over to Paul and then he turned to me. He got this wicked grin on his face and I looked at him, horrified. His gaunt, pock-marked face had leathery skin and eyes larger than they should have been for his face. He had what I can only assume as a feeble excuse for a beard, although it looked more like a short haired dog with the mange. His hair was thin and falling out in small patches, and when he smiled he showed yellow, crooked, and worn teeth with a few missing here and there. "Paul, please!" I said, turning to him. But he had made the deal and was more interested in the bag he hand in his hands than me. "Hurry up and give him what he wants so we can get home. I wanna try this shit out for real!" he said, pushing me towards the dealer. I realized that there was nothing I could do. I hung my head and followed him into the bedroom while Paul stayed in the living room. He shut the door and then pointed to the bed. "Get undressed," he said simply. I stood there for a moment just looking at him, my feet unable to move. "I said get undressed, you little whore... unless you want me to go out there and tell your boyfriend that you welched on the deal?" he repeated, pointing a thumb to the door behind him. I knew that would be worse than just going through with fucking this dirtbag and getting it over with. So I slowly began to undress as he leered at me, smiling his crooked smile and ...
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