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Speaker 2: He could never afford you, He could never afford you,
Speaker 2: He could never afford you. As I was in a
Speaker 2: lucid state, stuck between consciousness and somewhere I didn't know existed,
Speaker 2: the Wolfman's words kept repeating in my head. Drugs are powerful.
Speaker 2: If it administered the right way, they could add clarity
Speaker 2: to your confusion. If abused, they can spiral your mind
Speaker 2: out of control. I was in deep confusion in search
Speaker 2: of clarity. My mind was trained in the art of
Speaker 2: deciphering meaning in a malfunctioning state. As much as I
Speaker 2: felt myself losing control to the drugs. I was still
Speaker 2: a trained professional. I've been an expert in my field
Speaker 2: longer than I've been addicted to any narcotic. If anyone
Speaker 2: was slipping me drugs to fuck me up, I was
Speaker 2: not going to allow it to happen. I was going
Speaker 2: to use my psychiatric skills to help my soul cleanse
Speaker 2: and clear, paving the way for greater clarity. Voices were
Speaker 2: surrounding me. They have been all over me. These voices
Speaker 2: are taking control of my thought. In my drug induced haze,
Speaker 2: I fought to maintain a grip on reality, determined to
Speaker 2: uncover the truth lurking in the depths of my mind.
Speaker 2: I knew the answers were there, tantalizingly close, yet just
Speaker 2: out of reach. With every ounce of will power, I
Speaker 2: pushed through the fog, clinging to the hope that clarity
Speaker 2: would soon emerge from the chaos that consumed me. When
Speaker 2: you feel yourself slipping, it's crucial to identify the catalyst
Speaker 2: that set you on that downward trajectory. Reflecting on the
Speaker 2: events that led to your current state can help you
Speaker 2: understand the root cause of your struggles and provide clarity
Speaker 2: on how to regain control of your life. By recognizing
Speaker 2: the turning point, you can begin to navigate your way
Speaker 2: back to stability and find the strength to overcome the
Speaker 2: challenges that lie ahead. For me, it was easy. I
Speaker 2: was a young lady with naughty thoughts that I could
Speaker 2: not act on. My Daddy, though rarely present, would always
Speaker 2: steer me in the opposite direction of my urges when
Speaker 2: he was around. I'm grateful to him for the life
Speaker 2: I've been able to live, but also resentful for the
Speaker 2: cravings he would not let me fulfill. March thirteenth, the
Speaker 2: year twenty twenty, the world was falling apart. We were
Speaker 2: told we could not touch. We shouldn't touch. Being forbidden
Speaker 2: from doing something my entire young life only made me
Speaker 2: want to touch as much as possible. When faced with
Speaker 2: expectations and demands to stop. San Francisco the red Light District.
Speaker 2: For several years, I had been a member of exclusive
Speaker 2: clubs in this part of town. No stranger to the area,
Speaker 2: I had everything I wanted at my disposal. If I
Speaker 2: wanted to see high end dollar stripping that was available,
Speaker 2: if I wanted to experience the nasty, smelly and smoky
Speaker 2: rooms that most others enjoy for their stripping. That option
Speaker 2: was available as well. I needed my pussy licked or fucked,
Speaker 2: I could have that. I didn't need to pay for that,
Speaker 2: of course, but if there was something in particular I
Speaker 2: was looking for, it was available. My Daddy was not
Speaker 2: around to forbid me, and I could do whatever I
Speaker 2: wanted to. But my profession and upbringing kept me from
Speaker 2: letting anyone stick their cocks in my pussy or my mouth.
Speaker 2: As you know, that would happen later, but at this
Speaker 2: time in twenty twenty, nothing was going inside me. I
Speaker 2: went down to the dungeon. It was not my first time.
Speaker 2: I didn't go as frequently as I would in the
Speaker 2: past several years, but I definitely went occasionally for the
Speaker 2: For the most part, I kept at Vanilla. I just
Speaker 2: wanted to see different people fucking. I always believed that
Speaker 2: people would judge and frown upon psychiatrists like myself for
Speaker 2: having normal human desires and urges. Despite dedicating our lives
Speaker 2: to helping others navigate their mental health, society expects us
Speaker 2: to be above basic human needs and wants. The stigma
Speaker 2: surrounding mental health professionals is that we should have it
Speaker 2: all together. But the truth is we are just as
Speaker 2: human as everyone else, with the same cravings and yearnings
Speaker 2: that make us who we are. If they ever discovered
Speaker 2: the intensity of our carnal desires, it would shatter the
Speaker 2: facade of composure we strive to maintain. How could we
Speaker 2: possibly guide others in controlling their own urges when we
Speaker 2: ourselves grapple with the same overwhelming yearnings. The mere thought
Speaker 2: of our innermost cravings being exposed fills us with a
Speaker 2: sense of dread, for it threatens to unravel the very
Speaker 2: foundation upon which we stand. Here's something I'm sure you
Speaker 2: all are not shocked by if you've been following my story.
Speaker 2: Psychiatrists love to fuck. Psychiatrists are just as fucked up
Speaker 2: as anyone else. We just know how to hide it.
Speaker 2: Throughout my career, there have been moments when I questioned
Speaker 2: my ability to continue helping others as the weight of
Speaker 2: their pain became overwhelming for me to bear. Despite these challenges,
Speaker 2: I always reminded myself that I entered this profession to
Speaker 2: make a difference in people's lives, and that knowledge has
Speaker 2: kept me going even in the most difficult times. It
Speaker 2: is my duty and passion to provide support and guidance
Speaker 2: to those who need it most, no matter how heavy
Speaker 2: the burden may seem. At times. It was my job,
Speaker 2: my profession, my love. I needed to find a coping mechanism,
Speaker 2: and a red light sex district in San Francisco was
Speaker 2: my drug, and I was definitely addicted. I should have
Speaker 2: realized I was prone to addiction. I enjoyed the thrill
Speaker 2: of losing control and the deception that came with it.
Speaker 2: My addiction to frequenting the red light district differed from
Speaker 2: drug addiction in that without money or invitations to certain
Speaker 2: sexually depraved places, I couldn't indulge. That would be the
Speaker 2: way to keep things under control and not become a
Speaker 2: total addict. Drugs don't afford you that choice, because every
Speaker 2: part of you begins to crave it, not just your
Speaker 2: sexual organs. On that thirteenth day in March twenty twenty,
Speaker 2: I opened a door. I would never be the same
Speaker 2: after I got a taste of what was behind it.
Speaker 2: Thank you for listening. This is your host, Maximum Jones
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Speaker 2: let's go ahead and conclude this episode. What is the
Speaker 2: pleasure you seek this evening? My fine lady. Before giving
Speaker 2: me directions on which hallway to go down and which
Speaker 2: door to open, the sharply dressed man at the desk
Speaker 2: asked me that question. I told him I wanted to
Speaker 2: see a man on his knees, mindfolded, hands tied behind
Speaker 2: his back, rendering him powerless. Then I wanted a big,
Speaker 2: thick cock shoved in his mouth all the way to
Speaker 2: the back of his throat, forcing him to gag until
Speaker 2: either he passed out or began to vomit. His response
Speaker 2: surprised me. So what would be the ideal body frame
Speaker 2: and age of the man who will be shoving his
Speaker 2: cock into the mouth of another man? The concierge asked me,
Speaker 2: He won't be a man at all. I said, to
Speaker 2: his surprise, I am requesting a woman with a big,
Speaker 2: strong and powerful strap on. I want a woman to
Speaker 2: shove it in his mouth as he is forced to comply.
Speaker 2: The concierge smiled at me and said, very well, my
Speaker 2: fine lady, I'm sending you to Room seventeen. There may
Speaker 2: be a bit of a weight, but a menu of
Speaker 2: the finest wines, cheeses, and caviaar are all available for
Speaker 2: you once you get situated in the room, he said,
Speaker 2: as he directed an attendant to take me to Room seventeen.
Speaker 2: The ch LCD monitor was hoisted onto the wall, playing
Speaker 2: continuous images of porn. I ordered several glasses of wine
Speaker 2: over the hour it took before my request was accommodated.
Speaker 2: In the dimly lit room, a man in his early
Speaker 2: fifties dressed in a business suit was forcefully dragged in
Speaker 2: by three masked men. His face flushed with intoxication. He
Speaker 2: struggled against their grip, but to no avail. They threw
Speaker 2: him to the floor, his body hitting the ground with
Speaker 2: a thud. The masked men swiftly handcuffed his arms and legs,
Speaker 2: rendering him immobile. To further restrain him, they added an
Speaker 2: extra cuff to one of his legs, attaching the other
Speaker 2: end to the wall, ensuring he couldn't escape. The man's
Speaker 2: eyes darted around the room. A mixture of confusion and
Speaker 2: fear etched on his face as he realized the gravity
Speaker 2: of his situation. At first, the man was laughing, thinking
Speaker 2: this was a joke. He felt no worry whatsoever until
Speaker 2: the door opened again. A woman dressed in a business
Speaker 2: suit disguising herself as a man, stood in front of him.
Speaker 2: Due to the constraints applied to him, he had no
Speaker 2: choice but to be on his knees. The woman's sensual
Speaker 2: dance and strip tease had the man enthralled. His excitement
Speaker 2: apparent as he cheered and cat called her stunning beauty.
Speaker 2: Her initial smile at his admiration quickly transformed into a
Speaker 2: fierce glare as she commanded the three men to bring
Speaker 2: forth the apparatus. The atmosphere shifted from tantalizing to tents,
Speaker 2: foreshadowing the impending mix of pleasure and pain about to
Speaker 2: unfold in this twisted game of power and desire. They
Speaker 2: strapped a massive twelve inch dildo onto her body and
Speaker 2: then applied another layer of straps to make sure it
Speaker 2: was ironclad. Secure open your mouth and suck at you,
Speaker 2: fucking bastard, the woman ordered the man as she placed
Speaker 2: the head of the dildo around his mouth area. He
Speaker 2: quickly refused and started yelling for help for someone to
Speaker 2: free him from the restraints. The three attendants left the room,
Speaker 2: emphasizing that no one was coming to rescue the man.
Speaker 2: The woman then violently began slapping his face with a
Speaker 2: twelve inch cock. As the man took the pain at first,
Speaker 2: but started to beg her to stop, she didn't stop. Instead,
Speaker 2: she slapped him even harder than before. The man began whimpering,
Speaker 2: but he still would not open his mouth. The woman
Speaker 2: grabbed him by the hair, yanked his head back, and
Speaker 2: began slapping him repeatedly with her hands. His face turned
Speaker 2: beat red as a small gash formed over his right eye.
Speaker 2: Suck it, you fucking bastard, she yelled at him violently. Finally,
Speaker 2: the man complied as the massive twelve inch cock dildo
Speaker 2: entered his mouth, causing him to instantly gag. There you go,
Speaker 2: who's in control now, you chauvinistic pig, she aggressively said.
Speaker 2: After forcing the cock in his mouth, she slowed it
Speaker 2: down a bit and began to gently push in and out.
Speaker 2: The man's eyes were widening as he was wondering how
Speaker 2: much longer this would go on. The woman moved slowly
Speaker 2: at first, then suddenly thrust it back into his mouth
Speaker 2: with such force that it must have struck his throat,
Speaker 2: making him gag violently. She applied the pressure until it
Speaker 2: looked like the man was choking, and then would yank
Speaker 2: the big cock out of his mouth to give him
Speaker 2: a chance to breathe before shoving it back in. At first,
Speaker 2: I had to keep pouring myself a glass of wine
Speaker 2: to endure what I was watching. It was crude and violent,
Speaker 2: but so erotic at the same time, to see a
Speaker 2: man brought to his knees by a woman, to see
Speaker 2: a man powerless at the sexual wishes of a female.
Speaker 2: I put my hand down my skirt and into my
Speaker 2: panties and began fingering my clit. I was beyond a rouse.
Speaker 2: I continued to finger fucking myself until my clid exploded
Speaker 2: and I shook on that chair with extreme pleasure. The
Speaker 2: woman continued for a solid hour, mouth fucking the man
Speaker 2: until he finally passed out. The three masked men came
Speaker 2: back into the room, covered the woman with a robe.
Speaker 2: As she dropped the twelve inch dildo on the ground
Speaker 2: in front of the man. The three masked attendants took
Speaker 2: her away, and shortly after they returned to carry the
Speaker 2: man out of the room. One of the attendants handed
Speaker 2: me the strap on dildo and whispered to me that
Speaker 2: it was mine now. As I approached the check and
Speaker 2: table to check out, the concierge grabbed the massive dildo,
Speaker 2: boxing it up for me. To this day, the strap
Speaker 2: on remains hidden beneath my bed, a secret reminder of
Speaker 2: the pivotal moment when my craving for depravity became undeniable.
Speaker 2: Occasion I pull it out, confronting the physical manifestation of
Speaker 2: my dark desires, a symbol of the depths I've explored
Speaker 2: in search of clarity and control. I was angry at
Speaker 2: my father. He oppressed my sexual desires. His disapproval cast
Speaker 2: a shadow over my yearning heart, making me question the
Speaker 2: validity of my own emotions. In his eyes, my desire
Speaker 2: for affection and tenderness was an aberration, a flaw to
Speaker 2: be suppressed and hidden away. The weight of his judgment
Speaker 2: bore down on my soul, suffocating the very essence of
Speaker 2: my being, until I found solace in the darkest corners
Speaker 2: of my mind, where my true self could emerge, unashamed
Speaker 2: and unapologetic. I couldn't force him to pay, but I
Speaker 2: could inflict suffering on others. As a psychiatrist, I had
Speaker 2: disposable income and was willing to pay a price to
Speaker 2: maintain my own sanity. Over the next several weeks, I
Speaker 2: frequently returned to the dungeon, requesting the special services. There
Speaker 2: was one time in particular that I felt I went
Speaker 2: too far. Or maybe it was the folks running the
Speaker 2: dungeon that went too far. From the very beginning, they
Speaker 2: recognized the kind of individual who would be willing to
Speaker 2: carry out their intended plans. All along, the sick motherfuckers
Speaker 2: may have been preying on customers like me who are
Speaker 2: willing to pay to make the sick wishes of this
Speaker 2: fucking person come true. In my current drug infused state,
Speaker 2: in my unconsciousness, I feel like I'm reaching clarity. My
Speaker 2: memory is crystal clear about the time I went too far.
Speaker 2: It's crazy that I had made a request to put
Speaker 2: people's lives in danger, and I was okay with that.
Speaker 2: Although no lives were at risk this time, I still
Speaker 2: overstepped my bounds. I wanted men and women to urinate
Speaker 2: on a restrained businessman who resembled my father. I gave
Speaker 2: the concierge a picture of my dad, which I really
Speaker 2: regret doing now that I think back on it. It
Speaker 2: was the same procedure as always. They took me to
Speaker 2: a room where I was whined and dined until the
Speaker 2: door opened up and the unsuspecting person was let in.
Speaker 2: As with these requests, I was masked, so I wasn't
Speaker 2: afraid to look him in the eye. I never forget
Speaker 2: the look he gave me. That horny motherfucker thought he
Speaker 2: was going to get some of my ass. He had
Speaker 2: no idea what was about to happen to him. He
Speaker 2: would carry a humiliation for the rest of his life
Speaker 2: because of me. I would psychologically fuck this person up forever.
Speaker 2: Isn't that some depraved shit? By day I listen, calm, attentive, professional,
Speaker 2: they sit across from me, pouring out their pain, their secrets,
Speaker 2: their fragile truths. I nod, prescribe repair. But when the
Speaker 2: night folds in, I become something else. I twist mines,
Speaker 2: pull at the threads of ego, leave them unraveling in
Speaker 2: quiet torment. My power is precision, my guilt non existent.
Speaker 2: I heal by daylight, destroyed by moonlight. One face for mercy,
Speaker 2: one for madness. People poured into the room, one after another,
Speaker 2: a constant stream, each stopping to stand over him or
Speaker 2: squat as they urinated on him. There was one particular
Speaker 2: woman that squatted directly over his mouth as her hand
Speaker 2: held his jaw tight so that his mouth remains open.
Speaker 2: Drink it, you piece of shit, Drink it. She yelled
Speaker 2: as a heavy flow of urine entered his mouth and
Speaker 2: my hand entered my panties. I massaged my clit frantically
Speaker 2: as I continued to watch this helpless man get pissed
Speaker 2: on by people that most likely were way beneath him
Speaker 2: on a social and economic status level. My fingers on
Speaker 2: my clip gave me the sensation I was looking for
Speaker 2: as my body exploded with orgasm. I wasn't done, though,
Speaker 2: even though my vaginal region was super sensitive because of
Speaker 2: the orgasm, I kept my fingers digging as I slipped
Speaker 2: them deeper into my pussy. I was satisfied with the
Speaker 2: whole experience and was sure that it was over. To
Speaker 2: my surprise, it was not. I already had satisfied myself,
Speaker 2: so my hand was out of my panties and my
Speaker 2: mind was closed as well. I waited for the masked
Speaker 2: attendance to show up and remove a man, but every
Speaker 2: time the door opened, it was another person arriving to
Speaker 2: urinate on this human being who obviously had enough. I
Speaker 2: watched intently, and a sense of helplessness began to wash
Speaker 2: over me. The feeling was unpleasant. I was responsible for
Speaker 2: what happened to the man lying on the ground before me.
Speaker 2: I had asked for this and was getting it, but
Speaker 2: now I wanted it to stop. I was not a monster.
Speaker 2: I needed to control my emotions. Watching these acts of
Speaker 2: depravity was not going to make me mentally stronger. It
Speaker 2: was not going to erase my past. To move forward,
Speaker 2: I had to let go. It's enough already. Please stop
Speaker 2: and let him go, please, I screamed. As the door
Speaker 2: finally opened, three men entered and dragged his urine soaked
Speaker 2: body out of the room. As he was pulled away,
Speaker 2: he shouted in my direction, thank you. That was the
Speaker 2: end of my special request for a while, as I
Speaker 2: instead decided to just frequent the exclusive strip clubs that
Speaker 2: I had access to in the Red Light district. As
Speaker 2: much as I needed to do this, I really should
Speaker 2: have done is stopped. While I was ahead in my
Speaker 2: relentless pursuit of self discovery, I found myself drawn to
Speaker 2: the allure of unexplored territories. Each cracked door a tantalizing
Speaker 2: invitation to unre ravel the mysteries that lay beyond. Yet,
Speaker 2: as I crossed each threshold, I unwittingly unleashed a Pandora's
Speaker 2: box of complications forever altering the trajectory of my existence.
Speaker 2: With every step forward, I ventured deeper into the labyrinth
Speaker 2: of my own desires, each turn leading me further away
Speaker 2: from the familiar and closer to the point of no return.
Speaker 2: Thanks for listening everyone. This is Sex Time Stories. I
Speaker 2: am your host, Maximum Jones, and we are presenting Into
Speaker 2: Deep episode fourteen entitled Serve It Raw. Our story will continue,
Speaker 2: but first we need to break out for these messages.
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Speaker 2: Let's go ahead and conclude this episode. This is when
Speaker 2: I saw her for the first time. She moved her
Speaker 2: body like no one I had ever seen before, even
Speaker 2: for a straight woman like myself. She was captivating, sexy,
Speaker 2: and alluring. As I search for clarity in my drug
Speaker 2: infused state, I find it important to recognize this moment
Speaker 2: and reflect on the person I've described in great detail
Speaker 2: earlier in my story. You all know her as Buttercup,
Speaker 2: just as I did. I've already discussed her performances, so
Speaker 2: I won't waste time repeating myself. I will admit that
Speaker 2: I'm in this situation because I admired her courage, resourcefulness,
Speaker 2: and professionalism in doing what was necessary to survive. I
Speaker 2: also admired the comfort she had in her naked body.
Speaker 2: In the privacy of my own space, I sought solace
Speaker 2: in the reflection that gazed back at me, yearning to
Speaker 2: find beauty in the vulnerability of my bare form. Yet
Speaker 2: each imperfection glared at me. A relentless reminder of the
Speaker 2: flaws that society had etched into my psyche, fueling the
Speaker 2: insatiable desire to attain an unattainable ideal. I longed for
Speaker 2: the day when I could stand before the mirror, free
Speaker 2: from the shackles of self doubt, and embrace the unique
Speaker 2: essence that defined my existence, unapologetically and without hesitation. Discovering
Speaker 2: that my right breast was slightly misaligned with my left
Speaker 2: one sent me into a spiral of self consciousness. I
Speaker 2: constantly thought about my deformity. I vowed never to let
Speaker 2: anyone see me naked, afraid they would notice my misshapen breast.
Speaker 2: At the time, this thinking didn't seem irrational. There Buttercup
Speaker 2: was on that stage with her big bouncy breast and
Speaker 2: perfectly trimmed vagina, with that bouncy ass, totally comfortable. I
Speaker 2: was a weird science kid. My dad preached the books,
Speaker 2: but never talked about the body. I was confused. I
Speaker 2: needed help. Although I couldn't find solutions to my own problems,
Speaker 2: I decided to dedicate my life to helping others solve theirs.
Speaker 2: Now I'm up on the pole like it's nothing. I
Speaker 2: craved this moment for so long, but now I have
Speaker 2: an empty feeling. I'm currently content with my body, but
Speaker 2: my mind is struggling. Without a healthy mind, the stripping
Speaker 2: I desired to do loses its significance. Before these present times,
Speaker 2: there was a situation that ended badly for me. I
Speaker 2: may have blocked it out of my mind, but that
Speaker 2: doesn't mean it didn't exist. If I remember correctly, it
Speaker 2: was twenty twenty two. That was the last time before
Speaker 2: currently that another man put his hands, mouth and cock
Speaker 2: on and in me. I had partied all night in
Speaker 2: the Red light district. I stumbled home drunk as a
Speaker 2: skunk and horny as fuck. I thought I was too
Speaker 2: good to let any of the men in the district
Speaker 2: put their cocks inside me, even though all of them
Speaker 2: were wealthy, both economically and socially. I was staying in
Speaker 2: a condominium at the time. It's one of the best
Speaker 2: in the city. The restaurant is open twenty four hours
Speaker 2: a day, and we get any type of service at
Speaker 2: the complex that we need any time of the day.
Speaker 2: As I headed to the elevator, I saw our maintenance man, Carlos,
Speaker 2: attending to one of the other residents. I was a psychiatrist,
Speaker 2: and he was a maintenance man, so I didn't take
Speaker 2: much of what Carlos did seriously not to offend any one,
Speaker 2: but he simply wasn't in my league. I got up
Speaker 2: to my room, got undressed, and was walking around with
Speaker 2: my bra and panties. I have made the decision to
Speaker 2: play with myself, but for some reason, I was putting
Speaker 2: that off. I was so horny that night, simply touching
Speaker 2: wasn't going to do the trick. That's when a little
Speaker 2: devil in my head appeared and convinced me to do
Speaker 2: the obvious. Hello, I'm calling from Unit two thousand one
Speaker 2: and I have an overflowing sink that needs immediate attention, please.
Speaker 2: I remained in my underwear, anticipating the arrival of a
Speaker 2: virile man at my door. I knew the temptation of
Speaker 2: what I offered would be irresistible to him. To my surprise,
Speaker 2: Carlos was a total professional who focused solely on the
Speaker 2: non existent clogged sink, showing no interest in anything else.
Speaker 2: I'm sorry, miss, but there is nothing wrong with any
Speaker 2: of your sinks, he said, confused. I was walking around
Speaker 2: in my bra and panties, but he never looked at
Speaker 2: me up and down until I stood in front of
Speaker 2: him and said, I noticed you this evening by the elevator.
Speaker 2: I never noticed how handsome you are until tonight, I said,
Speaker 2: licking my lips and looking at him with passion. Look, miss,
Speaker 2: I have a wife and two kids, and I need
Speaker 2: this job. I think you've had too much to drink,
Speaker 2: and you don't know what you're saying right now. I'm
Speaker 2: going to respectfully leave and pretend none of this has happened,
Speaker 2: Carlos said, staying true to his convictions. This made me
Speaker 2: want him even more. He mentioned his wife. He was
Speaker 2: a loyal man. If I could get this committed, hard
Speaker 2: working man to desire me and take me, I would
Speaker 2: feel empowered beyond any words. All of this was so wrong.
Speaker 2: I was a white collar professional. He was a blue
Speaker 2: collar man who could never enter my world. But because
Speaker 2: I had an AMA whence need to be humbled. I
Speaker 2: needed this to happen. I thought I could break him
Speaker 2: by making him feel guilty for rejecting me. I began
Speaker 2: to weep uncontrollably. I placed my hands on his shoulders
Speaker 2: before hugging him and burying my head on his chest.
Speaker 2: Continuing this desperate act. He hugged me back, falling for it,
Speaker 2: and assured me that everything would be okay. I separated
Speaker 2: from his body, looked him in the eyes and begged
Speaker 2: him to let me at least suck his cock. No
Speaker 2: one will ever know. I told him, you deserve to
Speaker 2: once in your life have a woman like me on
Speaker 2: my knees with your cock in her mouth. I looked
Speaker 2: at him directly in the eyes and said please. I
Speaker 2: dropped to my knees in front of him and pulled
Speaker 2: down his pants, but he just stood there doing nothing.
Speaker 2: He remained standing firm, and I could feel the guilt
Speaker 2: pouring out of his body. But I could also feel
Speaker 2: the heat, as this was something prior to this moment,
Speaker 2: he could only dream of. The scent of his sweat.
Speaker 2: The musk of a hard working man filled my nostrils
Speaker 2: as I lowered his underwear, exposing his manhood. The aroma
Speaker 2: was intoxicating, a heady mix of pheromones and raw masculinity
Speaker 2: that sent shivers down my spine. I couldn't help but
Speaker 2: be turned on by the primal nature of it all,
Speaker 2: the sheer, animalistic allure of a man who had labored
Speaker 2: and toiled his body glistening with the fruits of his efforts.
Speaker 2: It was in that moment, as I drank in the
Speaker 2: scent of him, that I knew I was lost to
Speaker 2: my own desires, a slave to the passion that coursed
Speaker 2: through my veins. I took him into my mouth, eliciting
Speaker 2: a sigh of relief as he surrendered to my sensual touch.
Speaker 2: I gently massaged his balls as I took his cock
Speaker 2: in and out of my mouth. He loudly expressed his
Speaker 2: continued pleasure. What he did next took me by surprise.
Speaker 2: He yanked his cock out of my mouth, then stood
Speaker 2: in front of me with a manic look in his eyes.
Speaker 2: His urges overpowered his brain, and he knew he had
Speaker 2: to seize this once in a lifetime opportunity right now,
Speaker 2: or risk losing it forever. He ripped my braw off,
Speaker 2: literally ripped it off, and then savagely took his mouth
Speaker 2: to each of my breast, sucking and licking them as
Speaker 2: he had never tasted something so sweet. He didn't spend
Speaker 2: much time on them as he lowered his face to
Speaker 2: my crotch and with his teeth, bit off my panties,
Speaker 2: exposing my pussy as he began sloppily licking it. His
Speaker 2: eagerness and loss of control were incredibly arousing to me.
Speaker 2: He took me to the ground and removed the remains
Speaker 2: of my ripped panties as he then spread my legs
Speaker 2: wide open before forcing his cock in me and fucked
Speaker 2: me hard and fast. All that I had worked for,
Speaker 2: the college, the accreditations, the professional reputation, and I was
Speaker 2: on my back letting the maintenance man fuck me with
Speaker 2: no commitment or fear of consequences, all because I sought
Speaker 2: the feeling of humbleness. I hope this experience would help
Speaker 2: me move on from my kinky lifestyle. I had to
Speaker 2: pause and admire the sheer physicality of it all. I
Speaker 2: literally watched him moving around like an unleashed animal as
Speaker 2: a dug his cock deep inside me while making a
Speaker 2: loud assortment of grunts and groans as I was getting
Speaker 2: the shit fucked out of me, almost literally come inside me,
Speaker 2: you worthless motherfucker, I taunted him, relishing the anger that
Speaker 2: flashed across his face as he paused his fingers dug
Speaker 2: into my hips with a fierce grip, and he plunged
Speaker 2: into me with a force that took my breath away.
Speaker 2: His powerful thrusts were driven by a primal need, a
Speaker 2: desire to claim me completely. I could feel the intensity
Speaker 2: of his passion as he moved within me, each stroke
Speaker 2: deeper and harder than the last. He knew he could
Speaker 2: lose everything, his job, his wife, his kids, and last
Speaker 2: but not least, his personal freedom. Yet there he was,
Speaker 2: fucking me like I would be the last piece of
Speaker 2: ass he would ever have. He gripped my hips firmly
Speaker 2: as I held onto his shoulders. With a deep thrust,
Speaker 2: he buried his cock completely, crying out in ecstasy as
Speaker 2: he released everything he had. As he finished, his breathing
Speaker 2: was labored while he gazed upon my exposed figure, The
Speaker 2: realization of his actions finally sinking in his eyes traced
Speaker 2: the curves of my body, and in that moment, the
Speaker 2: gravity of what had transpired between us became undeniable. The
Speaker 2: weight of the consequences hung heavy in the air, a
Speaker 2: thick tension that seemed to stretch on endlessly, leaving us
Speaker 2: both to grapple with the aftermath of our passionate encounter.
Speaker 2: My smile stretched wide, filled with happiness. In a moment
Speaker 2: I was humbled. He hastily put on his clothes and
Speaker 2: left through the door without saying a word. I wasn't
Speaker 2: expecting his reaction to be like that. Carlos ended up
Speaker 2: missing the next week of work. I'm sure he was
Speaker 2: scared that a woman like me might turn the tables
Speaker 2: on him and cost him everything. Little did he know
Speaker 2: he was of no importance in this equation. I wasn't
Speaker 2: looking to harm him. I was looking to harm myself.
Speaker 2: If this played out the way I envisioned, I would
Speaker 2: be left with an indelible reminder of my transgression, a
Speaker 2: permanent mark etched into my flesh, symbolizing the depths of
Speaker 2: my mistake. It would be a constant companion, whispering my
Speaker 2: shame and regret with every glance in the mirror, a
Speaker 2: painful yet necessary testament to the consequences of my actions,
Speaker 2: forever emblazoned on my body and soul. I knew what
Speaker 2: I was doing. I knew this man was just working
Speaker 2: to support a wife and family. Yet there I was
Speaker 2: using him to ground me. Although Carlos and I were
Speaker 2: never meant to be together, I desired one outcome from
Speaker 2: my actions with him. I was driven by a desperate
Speaker 2: need to validate my father's beliefs, to show him that
Speaker 2: his words held weight in my life. In my pursuit
Speaker 2: of this twisted sense of approval, I used Carlos, knowing
Speaker 2: full well the consequences of my actions. I ignored the
Speaker 2: truth that he was just a man trying to provide
Speaker 2: for his family, and instead I allowed myself to be
Speaker 2: consumed by the desire to prove my father right, no
Speaker 2: matter the cost to myself, health, or those around me.
Speaker 2: I wanted a constant reminder that my loose ways would
Speaker 2: cost me my lifestyle and my own personal freedom. A
Speaker 2: month later, I wanted my personal prison sentence to reveal itself.
Speaker 2: I escaped unscathed yet again, despite my hopes for a
Speaker 2: different outcome. No punishments, no lifetime reminders, nothing. I never
Speaker 2: saw Carlos again. By the way, it's unfortunate that he
Speaker 2: likely requested a transfer. Even a glimpse of him might
Speaker 2: have reminded me of how out of control I was.
Speaker 2: I found an old new chapter to get into, and
Speaker 2: that's all that happened. This is Maximum Jones, and you
Speaker 2: are listening to sex time stories as we present Chris
Speaker 2: Carroll's in Too Deep, Chapter fourteen, Servet Raw, the kinky psychiatrist,
Speaker 2: is going through her own psychosis currently as she tries
Speaker 2: to get past the haze of drug ugs for clarity
Speaker 2: of what's really happening around her. Remember this is a
Speaker 2: seventeen chapter series, so things are definitely heating up. We
Speaker 2: are going to continue our story, but first we need
Speaker 2: to break for these messages, and then we will see
Speaker 2: you on the other side. Let's go ahead and continue
Speaker 2: as well as conclude Chris Carrol's Into Deep chapter fourteen.
Speaker 2: Back to the Dungeon it was, but this time with
Speaker 2: more purpose. If things were meant to be and I
Speaker 2: couldn't stop myself no matter how hard I tried, then
Speaker 2: I would go all out. I would alternate between this
Speaker 2: strip clubs and the Dungeon. The early evening hours would
Speaker 2: be dedicated to watching the beautiful and hypnotic dancing of Buttercup,
Speaker 2: and then in the evening I'd be off to the
Speaker 2: Dungeon to gain clarity. I need to delve into Buttercup's
Speaker 2: story as she represents a link between my past and
Speaker 2: my current connection to the Wolfman. I must remember this
Speaker 2: when I wake up. As I descended into the depths
Speaker 2: of the dungeon. My requests grew increasingly twisted and perverse.
Speaker 2: I hoped that by indulging in these depraved desires, I
Speaker 2: would eventually reach a point of utter disgust with myself.
Speaker 2: It was my desperate attempt to shock my system back
Speaker 2: into a state of normalcy, to break free from the
Speaker 2: chains of my twisted obsession. Perhaps if I could repulse
Speaker 2: myself enough, I would finally find the strength to pull
Speaker 2: my own plug and escape the tangled web of darkness
Speaker 2: that had ensnared my soul. I repeatedly add asked for
Speaker 2: one naughty experience after another. Girls dressed like men fucking
Speaker 2: each other, men dress like girls fucking each other BDSM
Speaker 2: in all forms, whether it be straight or gay sex,
Speaker 2: I didn't care. I wanted to see someone getting hurt.
Speaker 2: Beastiality is disturbing, an aberrant behavior. The time I saw
Speaker 2: a girl get a whole fist in her ass while
Speaker 2: someone dressed as a sheep was pulling her hair and
Speaker 2: spitting in her mouth, it was that moment that almost
Speaker 2: got me to throw up the surrender flag. I didn't, though,
Speaker 2: I kept coming back for more and more. It was
Speaker 2: never enough. There was always void, and it couldn't be filled,
Speaker 2: no matter how kinky and raunchy. The experiences I paid
Speaker 2: for were that I heard him the scary, creepy laugh.
Speaker 2: Jemmy followed me home, and I was scared for my life.
Speaker 2: I should have kept walking or even run in the
Speaker 2: opposite direction to avoid hearing his laugh the voices. When
Speaker 2: I met the wolfman, I had reached a point where
Speaker 2: I started to fantasize about participating in some of what
Speaker 2: I was watching, including stripping. Then the thing I did
Speaker 2: to Buttercup for my own deprived pleasure. That thing I did,
Speaker 2: it fucked me up forever, more than I could have
Speaker 2: ever imagined. Discovering that she was a single mother caring
Speaker 2: for a sick mom and a young daughter changed me
Speaker 2: forever an innocent little girl. And here I am, in
Speaker 2: current times, lusting after a man I don't even know.
Speaker 2: I can hear his laughter. The voices are surrounding me again.
Speaker 1: I know you can see me.
Speaker 2: Just go ahead and open yourself up to me.
Speaker 1: Do it?
Speaker 2: You are a naughty ghost?
Speaker 1: Is this real?
Speaker 2: I in another cloud of drugs and their effects? What
Speaker 2: is real and what isn't? Have you ever asked yourself
Speaker 2: that question? Only to get no answer. I want the
Speaker 2: voices to go away bad.
Speaker 3: You are afraid, Dumby, don't be afraid. Let it in.
Speaker 2: I don't want any more drugs. Please stop, please stop.
Speaker 2: In the depths of my haze, a figure emerges, the Wolfman,
Speaker 2: guzzling from a bottle, his eyes locked on mine, pointing
Speaker 2: and howling with laughter. He mocks my plea for silence.
Speaker 2: The voice is crescendo.
Speaker 3: What is your price?
Speaker 2: Everyone has a price? Do you I know.
Speaker 1: You can see me.
Speaker 2: Just go ahead and open yourself to it.
Speaker 1: Do it? Everyone has a price.
Speaker 2: Drowning out my thoughts, as the liquor spills from his jaw,
Speaker 2: I beg for reprieve, but the Wolfman's cackles reverberate through
Speaker 2: the void and twining with the echoes of my own screams.
Speaker 2: In this twisted reality, the line between the wolf and
Speaker 2: the man blurs, leaving me grasping for a truth that
Speaker 2: slips through my fingers like the sands of an hour glass.
Speaker 2: There's a shadow against the wall. A very tall man
Speaker 2: stands before you, his long cock appearing even more monstrous
Speaker 2: in the shadows.
Speaker 3: What is yours?
Speaker 2: He is walking up next to her to give.
Speaker 3: You need it. I don't want to be did good
Speaker 3: bad you cock is huge.
Speaker 2: It will hurt really bad. I will feel that long
Speaker 2: aster he is gone.
Speaker 1: Just go ahead.
Speaker 2: The toll is happening, everyone.
Speaker 3: Do.
Speaker 2: What the fuck is wrong with me?
Speaker 3: What are you willing to give to kid?
Speaker 2: You are a naughty girl?
Speaker 3: You need it?
Speaker 2: Wait a minute? Where am I? My pussy hurts bad?
Speaker 2: I don't feel good? What the fuck? My eyes open
Speaker 2: wide as I was back on the stage in front
Speaker 2: of a pole, bending myself backwards, showing the crowd my
Speaker 2: bare pussy. From the looks of the club, I'm back
Speaker 2: in Las Vegas. I see the wolf Man in the
Speaker 2: distance and he's with a group of men. I don't
Speaker 2: remember how I even got on this stage. Did I
Speaker 2: have blackout for several days like I did before? I
Speaker 2: told him I didn't want that to happen anymore. I
Speaker 2: told him that how did I even get up here?
Speaker 2: How did I even get up here? On instinct, I
Speaker 2: continued to dance, giving crowd what they want, and what
Speaker 2: they wanted was to see me touch my pussy. I
Speaker 2: took two fingers, kept my back bent over, and shoved
Speaker 2: them into my pussy, intending to fuck myself hard, and
Speaker 2: then put those two fingers back in my mouth and
Speaker 2: show them that I was nasty and the best fucking
Speaker 2: stripper they had ever seen. As soon as my first
Speaker 2: finger went inside me, I felt excruciating pain and soreness.
Speaker 2: Then a large amount of discharge leaked out of my pussy.
Speaker 2: As I looked down at it dripping, I felt my
Speaker 2: body get hot. As my fingers went away from my pussy,
Speaker 2: I got dizzy, and I just remember hearing a loud
Speaker 2: thud as the Wolfman's laughter filled my head. As I
Speaker 2: lay there, my consciousness fading, I wondered if this was
Speaker 2: the end. Perhaps I was already dead and these final
Speaker 2: moments were just echoes of a life once lived. The
Speaker 2: pain and dizziness consuming me could be the last flickers
Speaker 2: of my mortal existence as my soul prepared to depart,
Speaker 2: The Wolfman's laughter, haunting and cruel, might be the devil's
Speaker 2: welcome to the afterlife. In this liminal space between worlds,
Speaker 2: I pondered the mysteries that awaited me beyond the veil
Speaker 2: of death, ready to embrace whatever fate had in store. Thankfully,
Speaker 2: eyes opened again, The room was dark, The door creaked open,
Speaker 2: and there he stood in all his primal glory. His
Speaker 2: naked form glistened in the dim light, every muscle taut
Speaker 2: with barely contained power. In his hand, he gripped an
Speaker 2: eleven inch cock, a symbol of his raw, animalistic nature.
Speaker 2: As my eyes closed once more, I felt a shiver
Speaker 2: run down my spine, caught between my fear and forbidden desire,
Speaker 2: knowing that this encounter would forever change the course of
Speaker 2: my existence or take me to the afterlife. With my
Speaker 2: eyes closed, I can still hear what's going on around me.
Speaker 2: I can hear the howls multiple men as I fade
Speaker 2: again into complete darkness.
Speaker 3: You are a naughty Joe. You needed good, but you
Speaker 3: are afraid. Don't be afraid to platted in.
Speaker 2: Concludes Chris Carrol's Into Deep episode fourteen here on Sex
Speaker 2: Time Stories. The story will resume on Thanksgiving night with
Speaker 2: the premiere of episode fifteen, and that one is called
Speaker 2: stick your Teeth in Me. Please spend your holiday evening
Speaker 2: with us as we present the explosive next chapter in
Speaker 2: this erotic and hypnotic Into Deep series. This is a
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