Office Throat Slut

Kayla Cumsalot 1844-33-CANDY Ext 357

“Miss Reese,” the crackled voice came through the intercom. “Mr. Davis will see you now.” I stood up and smoothed the simple pencil skirt down my thighs. My blouse was unbuttoned just enough to show off my cleavage, and my tall high heels made no sound as I walked across the carpet to his office.

Carefully, I pushed open the heavy oak doors and stepped into his office. Mr. Davis was on the phone, no doubt with a high-paying client. He didn’t look up from his notepad but crooked a finger for me to begin. I licked my lips as he pushed his big office chair back from the desk. Dropping down to my hands and knees, I crawled to my position under his desk. Our eyes did meet then, just briefly, as I sat on my heels and began to unzip his pants.

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Julie 1-844-332-2639 Ext 453

We all got such a good night’s sleep after our full body massages with wonderfully happy endings. We woke up so refreshed and ready for the last activity of our bachelorette weekend. After a big breakfast, we headed to the spa. It was built in an underground cavern with natural mineral springs. People come from near and far to experience the healing properties. We were going to get detoxifying clay body wraps. I’d never had anything like it before so I was intrigued and excited. 

They took us deep into the cave, down a cold, dark hallway. We finally reached a room lit up with red lighting and full of massage type tables. There was a man standing at each table ready to start slathering us with warm clay. It felt so good. I almost fell asleep. But then he started wrapping me up in a material textured somewhere gauze and burlap. With each layer he wrapped tighter and tighter, until I was fully bound and unable to move. I had to just relax and take deep breaths. Otherwise I began to feel claustrophobic and panic.The only parts of my body that weren’t covered were my head and crotch.

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Amber 1-844-332-2639 ext 404

My boyfriend, Angelo, was currently in the other room, with his headset clamped over his ears. His thumbs twitched against a controller as he navigated digital battlefields. He felt safe there, cocooned in a reality where he was the hero. Unlike the reality of our house.

My “friend,” William, had stopped by and was leaning against our kitchen island. He didn’t look at me with the weary, predictable comfort that Angelo offered. He looked at me as if he was planning to devour me whole. After a bit of innocent flirting back and forth, William stepped closer to me. “He’s still playing?” he murmured, before licking his lips.

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Little Rachel 1*844*332*2639 Ext 457

Please Read Part 1 to catch you up….

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Suddenly I realized that I was going to get my pussy waxed in front of all of these people. But when it came time, I realized it was going to be my asshole too. I couldn’t believe I agreed to this. And I couldn’t believe Brandy hadn’t forewarned me. But I pulled my legs back like she told me to. I spread them wide open. The instructor came over for a close up view. Her face was about a foot away from my pussy. She made me feel so uncomfortable. But when Brandy started spreading that warm wax all over me, I started to get so aroused. I know they could both see my pussy getting wet and my clit swelling. It felt so good but I was so embarrassed. When she started applying the strips and rubbing on them, I literally almost came. She stopped right in time.

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Goddess Rita 1844-332-2639 Ext 413

My thighs burned from the depth of my crouch as we circled each other. You’ve ripped off my top and with it my bra. My tits swing heavy, and I’ve got my hands held out, ready to shove you back should you lunge forward. There is a cocky grin spread wide across your face when you fake forward, and I jolt back. “Scared you’ll lose?” You taunt me.

Using your teasing as a chance to strike, I jump into your chest, throwing you off balance and plowing you to the ground. Your hands grab at my hips as you try to turn us. Hoping to pin me to the floor, but my powerful thighs clench your arms to your ribs, and I yell out a premature sound of victory.

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My Pussy Belongs To My Boyfriend

Francie 1844-332-2639 xXx 208

“Can I come with you this time?” Barry begged from his knees. I didn’t even respond. The night I met Don, Berry and I had been out to dinner, and when sparks flew, he just happened to come along for the ride. Don loved the idea of my Husband witnessing how he fucked me, but only once. Our first hook-up was magic. His big black cock was better than any dick I’d taken before, and he knew exactly how to use it.

Barry was humiliated that he’d cum in his pants just watching us make out, and then his pathetic cuck cock spewed several more times that night. Don and I continued seeing each other, of course, the sex was too good to give up, but Barry had never been allowed to watch again.

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Wanna Lick Mama's Hairy Bush?

Phonesex with Felicity 1844-332-2639 x 270

“Oops! Haha, Hey there Kiddo. Mama didn’t realize you were still up.” As soon as I caught sight of you sprawled out on the couch, I went from walking to scurrying across the living room on my tiptoes. I never would have come out of my room in only my underwear if I’d known.

My arms moved up to band across my chest. Covering my supple MILF tits as I tried to hurry to the laundry room. I’d forgotten my nightie was in the load I just washed and needed to snag it after my shower. It shouldn’t have been a big deal. But you’re a big boy now, and the sight of Mama’s blonde curls peeping out of the sides of her cotton panties made your cock spring to life. Continue reading “Wanna Lick Mama’s Hairy Bush?” →

Gabrielle 1-844-332-2639 ext 469

It’s the middle of a hot summer, temperatures well into the nineties, and all I want to do is take a cool shower. Perfect timing, because my shower broke and now I have to go to a public center with a bunch of strangers. I got to the center and into the shower room where there were ten showers lined up, and not very private might I add. All it had was a skinny little curtain; surely someone would see me.

Oh well, the shower calls.

I dropped my clothes and they hit the floor softly. So far no one was here, so I was comfortable being nude with little protection. I turned the shower on, making sure it was cool water. I stepped in and the cool water against my hot, sweaty body felt amazing. I let it soak my hair and run down my body.

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Cory 1-844-332-2639 ext 407

I was on a mission. A mission that involved navigating the aisles of my grocery store with a shopping cart that was overflowing with ABDL supplies. I thought I was ready to hit the checkout, but fate had other plans. I rounded the corner into the pharmacy aisle and nearly collided with a guy who looked like he’d been carved out of granite. His eyes immediately drifted down to the stack of ultra-absorbent diapers, and he glanced up at me with a suspicious smirk.

“Someone’s throwing a heck of a party,” he remarked. I could have played it cool, but instead chose to flash him a grin that was half-innocent and half-mischievous. “You have no idea,” I teased, flipping my hair to the side. “It’s going to be an interesting kind of Saturday night, provided I can get all of this stuff home without any more inquisitive onlookers.”

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Molly 1-844-332-2639 ext 449 

The dim amber glow of the lounge was a stark contrast to the cool rain tapping against the penthouse windows. Tonight, the world outside didn’t exist. There was only the low hum of the jazz record playing in the corner, and the undeniable tension stretching between the three of us on the velvet sofa.

Elena sat to my left, her fingers idly tracing the rim of her glass. While her husband was stretched out on my right. He was watching me with a quiet, intense focus that made my skin prickle with anticipation.

“You’re remarkably quiet tonight,” Elena murmured, her voice a low purr. She leaned in closer, the faint scent of jasmine drifting between us. Her hand found my knee, her fingers resting lightly, warm even through the fabric of my dress.

“Just taking it all in,” I replied, my voice slightly breathless.

Her husband shifted, closing the distance on the other side. He reached out, warm hand cupping the back of my neck, his thumb gently stroking the sensitive skin just beneath my ear. A soft shiver rippled down my spine. Caught between the two of them, the sheer sensory overload was entrancing. I was the absolute center…

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