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A masochistic nymphomaniac tells her own highly sexed story of how she seduces the weirdest oddballs in the country!
non-sadomasochists in that primarily sex acts must be combined with mental and physical embellishments in modes that tend to produce pain and suffering. A masochist may, for instance, respond to regular coitus, but only if it is accompanied or preceded by degrading, painful or humiliating conditions. One very young woman who consulted me, for example, could not enjoy regular copulation unless very tight wood clamps, clothespins or tightly drawn threads were attached to each nipple during the
say, “I want to see you make it a couple of times yourself. You're like the whores in Frankfurt. They used to want it so much they would beat off their pussies for me... ha-ha!” “You bastard... prick!” I yelled at him. But, naturally, I let myself go with a couple of good climaxes. And then he would get furiously angry at me, calling me names and start beating me. Finally, he would fuck my cunt and ass until I was beautifully sore and hurting. And sometimes, he would never even come himself...
very good-looking for a middle-aged man, and I used to wonder why he would spend anywhere from a hundred and fifty dollars for an evening session to five hundred for a weekend session. He was a rich old man and he came to New York on business almost once a month. I don't think he ever missed a session with us when he was here and he would write or call a week or more in advance for an appointment. “My precious cunt! What a lovely young body!” was what he always said when I opened the door naked
a few minutes. I think I'll make him wait a Utile tonight.” When Libby went back upstairs to fix herself another drink, I kept watching Mr. Shafer. He didn't masturbate himself really, which was what I was crazy to watch him do, but he just diddled with that little limp cock of his a few times; and then he would lay it up on the table and hit it with one of the canes that were kept in a little container in the room. It became about half hard when he did that for several minutes, and he was
sometime....” “You little devil,” my Dad said, laughing at her, “You'll be rich by the time you get outa high school. You come over here for five dollars and you end up with seven-fifty. I think you had that all planned... that extra two-fifty for fucking....” Theresa did come over several more times, and there were other young girls she knew too. Naturally, they were the type girls Dad would have shot me for being seen with. They all had bad reputations and it usually started with Deputy Sam