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1844-33-CANDY Ext. 423

One of my favorite things about what I do here is chatting with my sissies, cross dressers, and trans girls about how to be the perfect sluts they aspire to be. Every day there’s a person out there that comes to us Candy Girls for advice on how they can be their most feminine self, and I absolutely adore it! Each session ranges from what to wear and how to flaunt it, to taking it to a whole new level and hooking up with a fine guy with a nice cock for them to please. Continue reading “Girl Chat with Mercedes” →

Trinity 1-844-332-2639 ext 285

I sat on the edge of the bed, legs crossed, watching my cuckold hubby kneel in front of me. His lips were slightly open, his eyes locked onto the creamy white mess dripping between my thighs. He knew what I expected of him. What his role was and what I had made him into. I ran my fingers through his hair, yanking just enough to make him whimper. “You see that?” I murmured, opening my legs and tilting my hips slightly forward, letting another drop spill onto my inner thigh.

“This is what a real man leaves behind!!” His breath skipped a beat, his hands were twitching at his sides, but he knew better than to touch me. That wasn’t his privilege anymore. That belonged to the other guy. The man who had just left me shaking, orgasmic and satisfied in a way my husband never could.
I traced a finger through the sticky evidence of my pleasure, bringing it to my lips and sucking it clean, watching the way his eyes darkened with need for taste. “This is what you wanted, isn’t it?” I teased. “To be my little clean-up slave toy? To know that he got what you Continue reading “My Cuckold Hubby” →

Trinity 1-844-332-2639 ext 285

I couldn’t help but laugh as he stood there, bare and exposed, that tiny excuse for a cock twitching pathetically under my gaze. “Wow,” I laughed arms crossed as I tilted my head. “This is what you’ve been so desperate to show me? This little thing?!!” His face turned red, but I could see the way he was shook by my words. He loved this. He needed it. A loser like him had no other purpose but to be put in his place.

“God, you’re pathetic!” I sighed, stepping closer, running a single finger down his chest before stopping just above his worthless little cock. “This is why you’ll never be a REAL man. This is why no woman would ever take you seriously. You exist for one thing, and one thing only—to be a tiny, desperate loser at my feet.”

His lips parted as if he wanted to speak but he knew in the presence of Miss Trini he was not allowed to. His tiny cock convulsing like it actually thought it had a chance. I laughed. “Look at it. Struggling, trying so hard to be something, but it’s just… fucking useless! You’ll never please me with that. You’ll Continue reading “Small Penis Humiliation: Tiny Excuse” →

1844-33-CANDY Ext. 423

You knelt before me, eyes downcast, hands bound behind your back, your arousal evident through the locked chastity cage I had fastened around your manhood. Your submission was a sight to behold, a testament to my dominance. “Remember, you’re here to watch, to learn, to serve,” I reminded you, my voice a husky whisper.

The room was a symphony of moans and sighs, a chorus of pleasure. Multiple black men, each a specimen of raw masculinity, were scattered around the room, their cocks hard and ready. I walked among them, my body bare, my curves on full display. I was the conductor of this orchestra of lust, and they were my instruments. Continue reading “Forcing My Loser in Chastity and Watching Me Take BBC” →

Trinity 1-844-332-2639 ext 285

I never thought I’d find myself here, about to have my 1st glory hole experience. There I was standing in a dimly lit private booth, my heart racing with a mix of anticipation and lust. The idea of a glory hole had always intrigued me—anonymity, the thrill of the unknown, the raw, unfiltered pleasure. But fantasizing about it and actually being here were two totally different things.

I placed my hands along the smooth wooden partition, my breath shaking as I knelt, waiting for the unknown. I could hear faint noises from the other stalls—muffled moans, the slick sounds of pleasure. My body tingled; my skin hot, burning with desire. The waiting was the most intense part, the build-up driving me crazy!

Then, finally, a presence. A thick, eager length pressed through the opening, hard and pulsing, waiting for my touch. I let my fingers glide over the smooth white skin, teasing, my lips teasing over the tip before I took him into my mouth. The first taste of salt and musk made me moan around him, my tongue swirling, my lips tightening as I took him deeper and deeper in my throat. The anonymous stranger groaned, “Ughh Fuck!” his hips swaying Continue reading “My 1st Gloryhole Experience” →

Trinity 1-844-332-2639 ext 285

Welcome to Stripper Confessions. Where I take you behind the scenes of my back-in-the-day stripper days where money was tight and rent was due.
FLASHBACK……

DJ Dollar Bill was on the mic tonight for Titty Tuesday’s and it was a packed house. “Welcome to the Player’s Club! Fellas, get ready to lose yourself tonight! Coming to the stage is the one and only, ‘Trinity’!! She’s got the moves, the curves, and the kind of energy that’ll have you spending that last dollar! You know they say diamonds are a man’s best investment. So lean in, throw it up and show some love for the baddest in the building.”

The bass from the speakers pulsed through my body as I strutted across the stage. With every slow, deliberate step, I could feel their eyes devouring me, undressing me. I wrapped my fingers around the pole, my velvet mixed skin shimmering under the neon glow lights. I whined my hips, rubbed my big breasts, and shaked my ass, seductively peeling off each piece of my clothing, strip teasing the crowd. Twirling around on the pole like a ballerina who had lost her way. My plan was to make 10k tonight. I was Continue reading “Stripper Confessions: Part 1” →

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We are in my yoga studio, and I watch you struggle in a specific pose. Your ass is in the air, and it’s a sight to behold, but your legs are shaking, and your back is rounded. You’re not getting the full benefits of the stretch, and it’s clear you’re frustrated. “Hey, Sam,” I say, walking over to your mat. “You’re doing great, but I think you could benefit from some one-on-one instruction. Would you like to stay after class and let me help you with some of these poses?”

You nod, looking up at me with those big brown eyes, and I can see the eagerness in them. I know what you’re thinking, and I’m thinking it too. This is going to be more than just a yoga lesson. Continue reading “Things Are Getting Hard in Yoga Class” →

Trinity 1-844-332-2639 ext 285

I am a talented Phone Sex cunt. My greatest gift is the ability to seduce. No topic is off limits for me. A lot of my clients call me Trinity the ‘Dirty Talk Queen’. I love being able to talk to you guys about any fantasy you have and make you cum. Want to talk about your diaper being full? Let momma change it for you. Want to chat about age-play and family fun no matter the age? I’m your bitch. Extreme dom/sub, edge-play, tickle fetish, giantess? The Dirty Talk Goddess is at your full service.

Sometimes I even get those guys who wants to make me cum which is amazing because you naughty boys get to hear me moan. And although you guys can’t see me, I try to make sure my pictures really come to life. To give you guys a full visual of what I look like. As you can see, I’m a beautiful mixed whore who loves being a slutty freak. Nice big titties with nipple piercings, round soft ass and a pretty pink tight pussy. I got to admit I am a filthy whore. I learned that all at a young age from my dad and Continue reading “Phone Sex Cunt” →

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.

Continue reading “A Wicked Ride Through Domination, Humiliation & Edging”” →

Trinity 1-844-332-2639 ext 285

I have my own personal adult diaper baby. Can you believe it? At first, I never thought I’d be into it. Hell, I never thought he’d be into it either. But here we are, my fingers tracing against the soft, cotton edge of his diaper while his cock strains against the fabric like it’s begging to be freed from the Velcro snaps.

It started as a joke you know. Bobby and I were talking about kinks one night, tipsy off a bottle of something dark and dangerous, and he admitted it—he likes wearing diapers. All the time! Not for necessity, not for age play, but just because. “It makes me feel safe. Like I am being … taken care of” he said in a low voice as if he was confessing a sin. I didn’t laugh, cringe, nothing. I just got curious…

Now, he’s in my bed, sprawled out with nothing on but that thick, padded vice hugging his hips. It shouldn’t turn me on the way it does, but fuck—IT DOES!! Maybe, it’s the vulnerability of it you know the way he looks at me with those sultry blue eyes, waiting for my next move. Maybe it’s the Continue reading “My Adult Diaper Baby” →