I said,“Stop, Stop.It hurts me”. He said “Shut up, You male prostitute”. He pounded me for 10 minutes. No sign of cumming. He took a pause for...25 secs and held my legs and started pushing forward till my legs reached my side of my face. My butt was almost in the air for him to enter easily.It was uncomfortable. He was deeeep inside me. I had a pain in the legs. I asked him to stop and he ignored me. I really started crying. After sometime, he stopped pounding and lay on me breathing heavily.. She gave me a sad, wan little smile, her lip trembling and shrugged her shoulders helplessly. “Both legs hurt all the way to my toes,” she stared wistfully at where her feet should have been, “the doctor calls them ghost pains. I call them a real pain in the ass. My feet hurt as if I’ve been dancing all night with some clod stepping all over them, you know?” she looked into my eyes sadly. I looked back at her helplessly. Her legs had been so beautiful. So long and slender. Dancer’s legs. She’d. He appeared as a tall, decent-looking White guy in his early forties. And he wanted to make a deal with me. Now, I might be new to all things supernatural but I do remember that deals with the Devil are bad. So I told him to go fuck himself. Bad idea. The Demon Lord promptly reminded me that he owned me, and could do whatever he wanted with me. The thing about these bad guys from Hell, they’re really full of themselves and short-tempered. I can’t stand the breed but I am forced to deal with. He followed me up to my room, which I nervously opened the door to my room. Once in side he started to take off his clothes, while he told me he has never done this before. We both stopped when we got down to our jocks, we laid on the bed and began to rub each other through our undies. I felt him starting to get hard as I fondled him, feeling another man’s cock even with just his jocks in the way was so hot – I could feel his warmth and girth as I put my hand around his still covered shaft. I.