There’s a wicked side of me that you don’t know. A blackmail phonesex dirty side that certain men seem to bring out. Being Asian means that I am usually soft and submissive. But sometimes a man just pushes me too far. You are one of them.
I like men who are strong and dominant. You are nothing but a sissy. A wimp. You show up at my massage parlor in your wife’s panties. You don’t even want massage for sore muscles, but only for tiny penis that you hide. You hide so I do not laugh. Today I see it and I laugh to myself. You hear me and hang your head in shame. “Please do not tell, Miss China.” You beg me. “Show me.” I order, pulling out my phone and taking a quick pic before you can protest.
I order you to get on my table. Before you know it, I plunge my oily fingers up your ass. You gasp loudly. “You like butt-fuck, Mr. No-penis?” “Yes, Yes.” you talk in your faggot voice, your man-pussy arching in the air, trying to get more. I order you to your knees. Grabbing my phone again , I take more pics. You know what I am doing but you are powerless as I fuck you with my strap-on. Your girly grunts fill the room as the camera rolls.
I have what I need just as you have. Now it’s time to pay the blackmail tax. You wouldn’t want your wife and family to see this, would you? And how about that homophobic boss of yours? I could ruin your life. Just pay the pay and no one gets hurt. And I will continue to give you what you need.