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Ebony  844-332-2639 ext 240

Domination isn’t a game tonight — it’s a sentence. From the moment you answered my call, you surrendered, and now, you’ll beg for my words. You wanted to play the good little slave, but you’re already failing — stuttering, begging too soon, hands trembling where I can’t even see them. I don’t need to see, though. I know exactly what you look like when you’re scared and soaked, trembling between the urge to please me and the desire to come without permission.But you won’t come. Not yet. Not until I’m done dragging you through every twisted inch of this phone line. You’ll call me Mistress, you’ll choke on your apologies, and you’ll thank me for every single humiliation I pour into your ear. This isn’t just domination — it’s destruction, and you signed up for it.I want you stripped bare, physically and mentally, so when I tell you to stroke, you’ll do it with tears in your eyes. And when I deny you release for the fifth, sixth, seventh time — you’ll thank me. Because my domination is the only thing you crave now. Welcome to your ruin.

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Ebony 844-332-2639 Ext 240

Stroke for me. Just like that. Nice and slow. Feel how good it is to let go, to surrender to my voice, my words. I know you need this—need me guiding you, teasing you, making you crave more.Let your hand move exactly the way I want. Smooth, steady strokes, dragging pleasure through every inch of you. Don’t rush it. I want you to feel everything—every twitch, every pulse, every bit of aching need.Your breath is changing already, isn’t it? I can hear it, feel it, the way you’re slipping deeper into this heat with me. But I’m not letting you finish yet. No, not yet. Keep stroking, keep letting the tension build. I want to keep you right here—on the edge, desperate, waiting for me.Stay with me. Listen to me. Stroke for me, just the way I say. We’re only getting started.

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1844-33-CANDY EXT 423

You’re standing in front of the full-length mirror, wearing my black lace lingerie. The garter belt, stockings, and heels are all in place, but the sight of you in my panties and bra is a shock. You look stunning, but I’m not sure how I feel about you wearing my things. I lean against the doorframe, crossing my arms over my chest.

“You know, I didn’t think you had the balls to wear my lingerie,” I say, my voice a low purr. You jump, startled, and turn to face me. Your cheeks flush a deep red, and I can see the bulge in your panties. “I thought you were just a good girl, but I guess I was wrong.”

You bite your lip, trying to hide your smile. “I thought it would be fun to surprise you,” you say, your voice barely above a whisper.
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Kara 1844-332-2639 ext 306

It was a crisp autumn evening as I strolled home from cheerleading practice, my ponytail bouncing with each step. The sun had dipped below the horizon, casting a warm orange glow over the quiet suburban streets. I felt carefree, lost in thought about the upcoming game and our spirited routines. Suddenly, I sensed a presence behind me. Before I could react, two burly men emerged from the shadows, blocking my path. I froze, my heart pounding in my chest. One of them, a hulking brute with a cruel grin, reached out and grabbed my arm.“Hey there, little cheerleader,” he sneered, his breath reeking of booze. “Why don’t you come with us for some fun?”I tried to pull away, but his grip was like a vice. The other man, equally imposing, stepped forward, his eyes roaming my body with a predatory gaze. “Yeah, we’ll give you a real show,” he leered.

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Kara  1844-332-2639 ext 306

I stood at the bus stop, my skirt hiked up around my waist, panties drenched with arousal. The chilly autumn air only heightened the throbbing between my thighs as I waited for my ride. I couldn’t help myself, I was insatiable, a slut craving to be fucked in the most public of places. When the bus arrived, I didn’t even bother to board. Instead, I sauntered over to the driver, my hips swaying seductively. “Hey, handsome,” I purred, “I need you to help me out with something.”The man, taken aback by my forwardness, hesitated for a moment before a wolfish grin spread across his face. He stepped out from behind the wheel, his eyes roving over my body with hunger. I turned around, presenting my ass to him, and reached back to pull my thong aside. “Fuck me right here, in broad daylight,” I moaned,”

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1844-33-CANDY EXT 423

I sauntered into the bar, my heels clicking on the worn wooden floor, and spotted you sitting alone at the counter. You were nursing a drink, your eyes fixed on the amber liquid as if it held the answers to all your problems. I slid onto the stool next to you, a smirk playing on my lips. “Well, well, well, look what we have here,” I said, my voice a low purr. “A divorced man, all alone and looking forlorn. What happened, couldn’t keep your wife happy?”

You glanced at me, a hint of irritation in your eyes. “And what’s it to you?” you retorted, taking a sip of your drink.

I leaned in closer, my breath hot on your ear. “Oh, I think it’s everything to me. I mean, if you couldn’t satisfy her, how are you going to satisfy me?” I whispered, my hand lightly grazing your thigh. I could feel the tension in your body, the way your muscles tensed under my touch. Continue reading “Seducing the Divorced Man” →

Kara 1844-332-2639 ext 306

Just thinkin’ bout the 1st time it hurt so good! I was walkin’ home from the bar, my head spinning from too many drinks. That’s when he grabbed me, his hand clampin’ over my mouth as he dragged me into an alley. I struggled and screamed, but he was too strong. He slammed me against the wall, his body pressin’ into mine as he tore at my clothes.”No, please!” I begged, tears streamin’ down my face.”It hurts, it hurts!”But he didn’t stop. He ripped my shirt open, buttons flyin’ everywhere, and grabbed my breasts roughly. His fingers dug into my flesh, leavin’ bruises. It hurt so good. I hated myself for it, but I couldn’t deny the heat poolin’ between my legs. He hiked up my skirt and shoved his hand into my panties, fingering me harshly. I sobbed, my body betraying me as it responded to his touch.

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Kara  1844-332-2639 ext 306

Growin’ up, I could always see the way Step Dad looked at me. Them hungry eyes roamin’ over my nubile body, pausin’ to linger on my pert breasts and round ass. I knew he wanted me something fierce, but he held back, tryin’ to be a proper man of the house. But things changed when I turned eighteen. I was a woman now, with needs a-plenty. And Step Dad, well, he was just a man tryin’ to keep up with his wild, adopted daughter. I started temptin’ him like a snake charmer, prancin’ around in my tight little shorts and crop tops. Leaving my door ajar, the zipper on my sleeping bag pulled down just so, invitin’ him to sneak a peek at my barely-there pj’s. One fateful Sunday, with the family gathered for dinner, I knew it was now or never. As we sat down to eat, I made sure to brush up against Step Dad every chance I got. When I leaned over to grab the mashed potatoes, I made sure to press my breasts against his arm, my nipples hard and pokin’ through the thin fabric of my tank top. He shot me a warning glance, but

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1-844-33-CANDY Ext 423

You call me, telling me that your wife and very young daughter are out of the house. While they are gone, this is your chance to indulge into your fantasies and memories. You start by telling me about the photo of your daughter in her two piece bikini you have saved on your phone…While you are looking at her photos, your cock is out of your pants, and you are slowly stroking away. I giggle at you as you tell me the description of her, and how you feel about her. But what makes me laugh even more is how pathetic you are, and tell me that you do things with her because you’re a father with a small dick.

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1844-33-CANDY EXT. 423

You walked into my office, your heart pounding in your chest. I was your doctor, Mercedes, and you were my patient, coming in for a routine exam. But as you sat down on the examination table, your mind was racing with thoughts that had nothing to do with your health.

“So, what brings you in today?” I asked, my voice smooth and professional.

“Just a regular check-up,” you replied, trying to keep your voice steady.

I nodded and began the exam, starting with the usual questions about your medical history. But as I moved on to the physical exam, I could see the nervousness in your eyes. I placed my hand on your shoulder, trying to reassure you.

“Relax,” I said softly. “I’m just going to do a quick prostate exam. It won’t take long.”

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