soliloquies-of-sadists:“C’mon in and shut the door. Aww, Jerry shut the fuck up. Sit the fuck down
soliloquies-of-sadists:“C’mon in and shut the door. Aww, Jerry shut the fuck up. Sit the fuck down. I don’t give a shit that you’re angry. Your opinions matter to me about as much as a used wad of toilet paper I flushed away last week. You’ve been screaming to everyone on the site that I’ve been fucking your son. Everyone between here and Phoenix heard you. So let’s get this out of the way—we have a lot to talk about—yes, I’ve been fucking your son Greg. Every day my cock slides into his pussy and unloads. Ever notice that he arrives hours before you get off after using your truck for the day, and he goes to my trailer supposedly for the air conditioning and the internet? He’s all ready douched out and lubed up for my cock to slide in. I’ve been fucking him since this summer. Aww, shut the fuck up Jerry. There’s way more I need to tell you than your son being my pussy. It was all due to this. Look at my computer screen, recognize that woman? Or how about the man she’s about to blow? If I’m not mistaken, that’s you, and that woman is my cunt wife. I figured she was cheating on me, and I set up that camera last spring. Wasn’t expecting it to be you. I felt hurt—not by her, fuck her—but by you. So, I got pissed. I wanted to get you back in the worst way. Fucking your wife would be pointless seeing you two have been separated since… well, the spring. Interesting timing, don’t you think? No, that’s when I decided I wanted hurt you by going after the pride of your life, your son. I fucked fags back when I was in the Corps. I loved to smack them up and toss them aside. I was going to blackmail Greg into giving me his ass, fucking him up royally. All I was waiting for some of the paperwork to show him—you know, for the blackmail—when he did something I wasn’t expecting. Remember working on the Cortez house in the middle of nowhere north of Scottsdale, and we had a special trailer for bathrooms and a shower for you all to clean up before going home? Well I was taking my shower an hour before you all clocked out. When I was done, Greg was outside the shower watching me come out. He was very obvious of his interest in me. He took his own shower, but he left his curtain open a little. I could see him jerking it. I decided to let it go, but the next day when he came in for the AC and the wifi—two hours before you got off—I said I had to step out to take my shower. Wouldn’t you know it, he came in for a shower not three minutes later. All I said was ‘Get in here.’ He was in that tiny shower on his knees throating on my cock. He’s been riding my pole ever since. Remember last month when you spent a weekend visiting a friend in Tucson, the same weekend my cunt wife went to go hang with her sisters in Vegas? That just happened to be the weekend that Greg said he was going camping in the desert. Well, everyone was lying. While you were fucking my wife on my dime at the Bellagio in Vegas, I was fucking your son in San Diego, well actually, all around San Diego. We went back to the cruise parks where I used to pick up fags, and we did three ways, four ways, and many more ways. That weekend is when I truly found out that your son is a pig. I mean, he’s one twisted sick puppy. He got me to, no begged me to smack him around—like I did way back when—in front of the other guys at the park. I don’t know who all showed him, but for a twenty year old he’s well experienced in some really kinky shit. When he joined me in the shower I offered to piss on him, and was on his knees begging to drink it. If it was up to him that’s all he would drink. He refuses to let me wash my pits, ass, and feet. He takes care of cleaning them up for me. He pays very close attention to my ass. His tongue not only cleans my rank sweaty crack, but it goes so far up my shithole I swear he’s tasting my thoughts. He so wants me to take a dump in his mouth, but I don’t know if I’m ready for that…. Heh, heh, heh, ahhhhh. You know what I am enjoying? This moment. I am just watching your face. For the past five minutes I have told you that I know about your affair with my cunt wife, I’ve been fucking your boy, and the sweat and innocent boy is one giant sex pig and has been for a few years right under your nose. Your jaw has been on the floor, and you haven’t moved a millimeter…. No, no, no, don’t start speaking now, there’s more, oh there’s more. I was waiting for everything to come into place before I was going to tell you, but seeing that I’m putting it all out there, why wait? Not only have you been screwing my wife, but you have been screwing my company. Once I saw the this video, I looked into you and her. By my counts, you have embezzled nearly two hundred thousand dollars from my company over the past two and a half years. You’ve been purchasing duplicate equipment, pocketing the money, and play dumb should someone look for it. Totally clumsy. And, you got my wife wrapped up in all of this. That’s my favorite part. This is what I was going to blackmail Greg with. It was going to be either you going to jail or him offering me his pussy. He was too much of a whore that I didn’t even need the blackmailing. So! To let you know, I am going to file for a divorce. With the iron clad prenup in place, she will get a quarter million. If the two of you don’t contest any part of the divorce and let the process move quickly, she and I will be divorced in about 60 days. She’ll get the money, less the amount the two of you stole. Hey that leaves the rest to begin your lives together—happy and not in jail. That will leave Greg for me. You will not interfere with us. In fact you will be totally supportive of us. I don’t give a shit if you aren’t, but he’s not to know. I’m going to call him in. Yeah he’s here. I get a notification on my phone when he arrives. I have a remote control butt plug in his ass. The app alerts me when he’s in proximity. Throughout the day I can send him a vibration to tell him that his pussy is mine. There’s even a setting where I make the plug vibrate in a specific pattern as a signal to come here. You know your boy worships me. He loves to tell me that I am ‘perfect, but not perfect enough.’ Ain’t that cute? My favorite part of him is something I never had with my three wives, or even most of my friends. He’s not interested in my money. He’s never asked me to buy him anything. He lives to make me happy, satisfied, pleased, comfortable, and so on. Fuck. He’s an awesome kid. I have to say you and your wife did a great job raising him. And here he comes…. Greg! Your dad and I were talking here. He knows that I’ve be fucking you. Oh don’t panic, everything is cool. I even told him how much of a giant pig you are. Drinking my piss, eating my ass, even begging for more. He’s still processing all that now. He’s not only shocked about that, but just found out that I have known about him having an affair with my wife. Needless to say, she and I will be divorcing. And when that’s done, Greg, if you want, would you like to be my wife number 4? I’m serious. This ain’t a joke. I would ask your dad for permission, but he’s just too zoned out staring into the void that is his mind at the moment to form a sentence. Jerry! Jerry! He’s still in shock. Jerry! We’re done. You can go to my cunt wife and tell her I’m filing for divorce…. Or, stick around, but Greg is going to be giving me head. You are more than welcome to watch. Jerry?… Ok Greg, you are up. I don’t care if he watches. Do you?… My god you are one sick puppy. I love you.” Love to eat your man shit ! Drink your man piss ! Eat your snot spit ! Cum ! Beat me with fist ! Feed me your vomit ! Another words be your personal punching bag and pig toilet living off your piss and shit -- source link