What is your fantasy phone sex call? A friend of a friend hired me to be a stripper gram for his boss’s birthday. It was some side cash and he told me his boss had some big guns. For some reason, I am a sucker for big strong arms. But that is not what he meant. I went half naked to wish an arms dealer a happy birthday. I walked right into the middle of some illegal arms deal. There I was in a bathing suit and stripper heels with my balloons attached to my titties in the middle of something I am sure I didn’t want to be a part of. I tried to make a hasty exit, but Manuel grabbed my arm, “Not so fast whore, the fun is just beginning.” He pinned my arms behind my back, while one of his goons restrained me. I had my arms tied while my feet were bound. I thought I was going to be killed for what I had seen, but instead I was turned into a human birthday cake. Ice cream coated my breasts. Whip cream and cherries topped the ice cream. “Happy Birthday Manuel” was spread out on my body while the birthday boy ate ice cream cake off my body. I was perplexed by the dichotomy of what was going on. Men behind me were talking in a foreign language using harsh tones, while Manuel was licking ice cream off my tits as I was sprawled out on his kitchen floor. He whispered in my ear, “Wanna stay alive bitch, act like a stupid bimbo stripper.” I blew every man in the place and let them all sodomize me. I acted like a whore for hire instead of a simple stripper gram. I never looked at anything around me. Never asked a single question. I just fucked and sucked like a dumb whore. It worked. I was back on the floor, covered in cum this time, but alive. When the guns were done exchanging hands, I was released with a warning to forgot the day ever happened. Don’t have to tell this stupid whore twice. What is your fantasy?
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