Forced Intoxication Fuckery On Niteflirt: Cum-Eating Poppers Whore

Just when I think you idiots can go one day without indulging your forced intoxication addiction and huffing poppers, drinking, or snorting lines until your heads explode, you remind Me that I have infinite financial security. Normally Tuesdays are pretty quiet on the forced intoxication front, but martin’s wife left the house for a few hours …

Naturally, the fucking degenerate couldn’t wait to drown his life in a bottle of gin before grabbing a bottle of poppers and calling Me up. Mind you, he’s such a lush that he sounds sober as a judge after having downed half a bottle of gin. That tells Me that he’s a total alcoholic and is absolutely the kind of guy that I was born to manipulate. What’s better is that martin’s wife, “doesn’t really know how much [he] drinks!” And I love nothing more than a loser that is drinking in secret. That kind of shame-based bullshit is My bread and butter. Plus, it means that martin’s wife is so invested in her denial of his idiocy that the chances of her disrupting My degradation of this poor, little pig are virtually nil. You know how I love it when you pigs are trapped in the lie of a perfect suburban wasteland. Nothing guarantees that you’ll continue making money for Me and going to extraordinary efforts to hide your filthy, little perversions under a mountain of lies like the need to make everyone else think you’re an upstanding member of society.

Anyways, he gave up a bunch of cash to Me in his first call. He huffed and huffed until his brain fell down and I only let him get his sad, little nut after screaming, “please let me squirt my vile pig juice” at the top of his lungs (4 times.) You’d think that would be enough … or at least that his old, AARP knees would be tired. But no, martin sent cash and doubled down for round two. Of course I strung him along forever and got him to sniff more and more poppers. Then for an epic finish, I made that little fuckwit blow his gross, sad, little load in his hand and lick it right the fuck up. Yep, martin is a cum-eating sissy. And I’ve really got to hand it to that little jerk off. Normally you fags blow your load and lose your balls when it comes to licking up that gross mess. But not martin! Nope, that little idiot licked that shit right up and swallowed it down to the last fucking drop. And what a good, little pig he is! He sent more cash and left feedback on Niteflirt. If he keeps this up, he’s going to earn a nickname.

Stay-tuned, dipshits! (Not like you guys don’t hang on every word I say …) I’ve got some good shit to tell you. There’s the matter of the new, filthy truth about that disgusting pig Error calls a wife, My ongoing capture of little, soldier pigs in the Middle East, and some info on prospective pigs that have submitted applications for slavery or made their first calls on Niteflirt. And try to be more like martin. He always sends follow-up cash with sweet notes and leaves feedback. I only accept pigs with a passion for service and impeccable manners!

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