The Cashmaster

Author's Note: This is a very early draft of a full-length erotica. If you would like to read the full story or the first available drafts of future chapters, visit: https://conormonaghan.com/

Italics = The Cashmaster
Regular = Mystery Man

Hey.

Hi.

ASL?

18M. You?

20F. How are you?

Show me a picture of you.

A picture of what?

Your naked body.

How about you show me your naked body first?

Tits right now or I’m blocking you.

Can’t we talk first?

No. If I’m not attracted to you then I’m not wasting my fucking time.

What are you attracted to?

Show me a picture of you and I’ll tell you if I’m attracted to you or not.

Tell me what you’re attracted to first.

No.

What if I show you a picture and you’re not attracted to me?

Then I’m fucking blocking you.

That seems harsh.

I don’t have time for ugly chicks.

What type are you attracted to?

I’m not telling you.

Why not?

Just send me a fucking nude picture or I’m blocking you.

I’m worried you won’t be attracted to me.

You should be. I probably won’t. But your choices are send it or get blocked right now.

At least give me a hint about what you’re into.

Bye.

[Picture Message]: It’s a picture of a beautiful blonde girl, 22 years old, wearing nothing but lace lingerie.

Not feeling it today. Want older.

Older?

Yeah, older. I’m feeling a MILF with kids older than me who wants to swing on some big young dick.

What are you looking for?

Are you fucking deaf? I just fucking told you what I’m looking for.

I mean what would you want to do with a MILF?

I bet you think I want to fuck her tits and then fuck her pussy and then fuck her ass bareback and then cum all over her face and slide it around with my dick like glaze and watch her eat it. But nah. I want her to compare me to her boyfriend or her husband or some random guys she’s fucking scamming on her husband with and tell me how small my cock is compared to them and cuck the shit out of me or something.

Wow, that’s not what I expected to hear.

Why?

Because you seem cocky.

I am cocky.

And dominant.

I am dominant.

Dominant guys don’t usually fantasize about getting cucked.

Jesus Christ, fine. Let me explain it to you dumbass. I’m horny and I want to bust my nut all day long. I want to blow load after load after load. I don’t care if a girl thinks she’s cucking me or humiliating me or whatever else. All I care about is blowing my load and if a girl cucking me is what it takes to get me off, then I’ll use her and make her cuck me until I nut and then I’ll get her on her hands and knees and fuck the shit out of her and then fuck her ass and then dump a big load on her face for her boyfriend and whoever else to lick up. Whatever fucking gets me off.

Wow.

Stop saying wow. You’re a fucking dude, aren’t you?

I already showed you a picture of me.

Whatever. Bye.

Wait.

Bye.

I want to help you get off.

You can’t help me get off. I told you that I’m not attracted to you.

Please.

You wanna turn me on?

Yes, more than anything.

Then go get a cucumber. Go in front of the mirror. Strip naked. And send me a video of you sticking it up your ass right now.

Can I see your dick first?

Bye.

Wait!

You’re a fucking dude. I knew it. I’m fucking blocking you.

I’m not. Why do you keep saying that?

Send me a video right now. Full frontal nude with your face. Look straight in the camera and say, “I love your big fucking god cock.”

What?

Do it right now or I’m blocking you.

God cock?

Bye.

I haven’t even seen your penis.

And you never will. Goodbye faggot.

Wait! Please, I’ll send you a real picture, just don’t block me.

Full frontal with face. Hurry up faggot.

[Picture Message]: A picture of your typical All-American Jock. He looks to be college-aged, maybe 20 or 21 years old. He’s standing in front of a mirror completely naked. He has short brown hair on his head, but his pubic hair is shaven clean. His torso is also smooth and hairless and features a perfect eight-pack and v-line. His penis looks to be about six inches long and hard. Nestled beneath is a completely shaven ball sac hugging the base of his shaft.

My name is Matt.

LMAO. I knew you were a fucking faggot. Bye.

Wait, please, I’ll do anything, just please don’t leave.

Send me money.

What do you mean?

What do you mean what do I mean? I mean send me fucking money right now or I’m blocking you.

Why would I send you money?

Because if you do send me money, then I’ll make your tiny little frat boy dick blow a load.

How?

By talking to you.

Why would I get off from talking to you?

You ask that like you haven’t been getting off to talking to me for the past ten minutes.

You think I’m getting off to this conversation?

I know you are. And if you send me money, I’ll tell you all the things you want to hear.

What do I want to hear?

You want to hear about my fucking god cock. You want to see it. You want to dream about it. You want me to slap your face with it. You want to kiss it. You want to worship it. You want to take it up your ass. But you’re never going to see it you fucking closeted faggot frat boy. But I’ll tell you about how good it is. And I’ll tell you about how I’m going to crush your balls. Step on them with my boots and spit in your face. Whatever I feel like really.

You want me to pay you just for you tell me these things?

I don’t give a fuck either way. If you don’t pay me, I’m going to block you. But I know you don’t want that. I know your filthy depraved ass wants to pay me.

How would I even pay you?

I knew you fucking wanted it. Cashapp me. Send it to XXXXXXXX.

I don’t know.

Send me $50 right now and I’ll make you cum. You fucking want it. You want your balls crushed. Send me money frat boy and you can be my faggot pay pig. I’ll be your Cashmaster.

Author's Note: This is a very early draft of a full-length erotica. If you would like to read the full story or the first available drafts of future chapters, visit: https://conormonaghan.com/