xXx Francie xXx 844-332-2639 x 208
“W-wait,” My little pet whimpered under me as I lined the thick strap-on under his tail. I wound the leash around my fist and tugged up harder, so his collar pulled against his windpipe. “Hold on a second,” He choked. He tried to push himself up on his hands instead of his elbows to slacken the taunt leash. “Mistress, that one is too big!”
“What was that?” I growled and rammed the strap-on into his tight little pucker. “Pets should only bark.”
Kayla Cumsalot 1844-33-CANDY ext 357
A few of my girlfriends planned a hiking trip. It was supposed just to be an easy trail, up to a waterfall where we could swim and picnic, then head back home. However, Sarah said it would be like five hours max. I love the outdoors, and hiking is one of my favorite ways to enjoy nature, but I’m clumsy and directionally challenged.
Halfway up the trail, our sunny day changed within a blink of an eye. The wind whistled through the trees out of nowhere, and dark clouds raced overhead. With the sun gone and my hair whipping in my face, I didn’t see the moss-covered tree stump in the center of the path. Instead, I tripped, trying to catch up to the girls. Trying to right myself, I reached out for any branch, but the one I grabbed broke, and I lost my balance. My body tumbled and rolled painfully down the embankment. I finally stopped rolling and realized I was lost in the woods. Rain poured down from the angry clouds, and my friends were nowhere to be seen.
TS Alexus 844-332-2639 EXT 349
I love tanning. It makes me feel so much better about myself. Not to mention it’s so warming on a chilly day like today! I wanted to finish my day with a nice glow, so I swung into the tanning salon before going home after the gym. Normally, I check in with the same sweet girl who man’s the desk every day, but tonight she was nowhere in sight.
In her place was a shy boy. He was tall and lanky, or would have been if he stood up straight. When I approached the desk, he pushed his glasses up his nose and refused to make eye contact. I scanned my membership card and asked for fifteen minutes in booth B, my normal booth. He poked a few buttons on the tablet in front of him and nodded. “Go ahead; it’s open.”
Sylvia * 844 332 2639 * 428
Tee time at the country club. You may know I have recently started playing golf again. It’s not that I am that good but really love playing. Three of my girlfriends and I play. As we were getting ready to go out an extremely young handsome young man offered to caddy for us. All was good and after a few holes, my friends were ahead of me. The young man decided to wait with me. It was pretty awful being so bad at the sport. I chipped into the bushes a few times and he was so understanding. He offered an opinion as to why I may not able to play so well. He thinks it’s because of my huge boobs and excused himself as soon as he said it. Telling him it is a good guess and laughing; we moved on. The very next hole I hit the ball in the brush again. Continue reading “Tee Time”
Krysta 844-332-2639 Ext. 410
It comes as no surprise that I fucking love Valentine’s day! All the sweet treats and chocolates I’m gifted really satisfy my sweet tooth. What kind of candy is my favorite for Valentine’s, you ask? Mmm, it’s the cute little heart-shaped candy box! The one with dozens of little mystery chocolates stuffed with who knows what. Sometimes they come with a key that tells you what is in which candy, but I don’t read them anyway.
I love the thrill of sinking my teeth into a hunk of candy and not knowing what flavor will gush over my tongue. Will it be a tart cherry goo or a thick caramel? Maybe some stiff nougat or rich fudge? It’s so exciting! Much too exciting to share. No, you won’t be biting into any of my mystery chocolates this year. All you get to eat is MY candy box!
Kayla Cumsalot 1844-33-CANDY ext 357
Daddy has always liked my butt for as long as I can remember. He’d give me little pats as he kissed my head, and I thought it was sweet. Recently, Daddy has been looking at me differently. I was wondering if it’s because my skirts have gotten shorter or my tops have gotten tighter. Mommy hasn’t taken me shopping for clothes that fit better now that I’m growing into a young woman. It makes me happy to be Daddy’s favorite little girl, and I couldn’t stand the thought of us growing apart, so I decided to confront him.
I waited until Mommy and my sisters went shopping. I really should have gone too, but this was important to me. I said I wasn’t feeling well so I could stay home with Daddy. Only he messed up my plans because he invited over three of his friends to watch sports on TV. I should have waited to talk to him, now that I look back on it, but I was nervous he didn’t like me anymore.
TS Alexus 844-332-2639 EXT 349
The lights were off when I stepped into the house, but the faint glow of candles made a path from the foyer to the bedroom. Careful not to step on the row of tealights flickering at my feet, I followed them to my room. What I saw next stole my breath. It was like a scene from the most romantic movie.
Ian had filled my room with white candles and rose petals. Not a single surface wasn’t supporting a candle or covered in petals. My hand lifted to my mouth, so in shock, I couldn’t even speak. I didn’t need words, though. Ian saw the pleasure on my face as I struggled to hold back happy tears. He pulled me into his arms and began kissing down my neck. His fingers worked to undo the zipper at the back of my dress, and he whispered, “We wouldn’t want to ruin your pretty dress by covering it in chocolate.”
Phonesex with Felicity 1844-332-2639 x 270
You’ve hit that age. The one where your dick isn’t working quite like it used to. However, you aren’t ready to admit that it’s because your wife no longer turns you on. She’s noticed how you fall flaccid during sex, and she begs you with sad eyes, “Is it me?”
You say no, but you know it is. You get hard as a rock for porn (or me), so clearly, she is the problem. Yet, you want to keep your marriage a happy one, so you lie. You tell her it isn’t her, and NOW she is sending you to the doctor to get tested. She thinks there is something wrong with your testicles. To shut her up, you go. So, of course, you go. She’s been pushing you around for years. The doctor has ordered a sample to test your production. How Awkward. You should have just been truthful and said your wife no longer turns you on.
Kayla Cumsalot 1844-33-CANDY ext 357
“Kayla, please!” Stacey whined into the phone. “He’s like a super nerd and doesn’t even leave his room. He’s a good boy. Babysit for me this one time, and I’ll fill in for you next time you have to sit for the Johnsons, I swear!” Stupid Stacey had agreed to a date night with her long-time crush on the same night she’d agreed to babysit for the town prude. I’d seen her and her perfect son around the school before, and it wasn’t a job I wanted to take. But how could I refuse a girl a chance to get laid by her dream cock?
“You owe me, Stace.” She screamed so loud I thought my ear drum would burst. Finally, after three hundred ‘thank yous,’ she hung up, and I grabbed my bag and headed to the most perfect house in the neighborhood. Continue reading “When A Bad Girl Babysits A Good Boy”
xXx Francie xXx 844-332-2639 x 208
As your superior at the office, I’m constantly disappointed in your performance. You appear lazy, disorganized, and unfocused. No matter how often I correct you, the message just hasn’t gotten through. It’s obvious how you drool over my body all day long and that your unruly cock is the reason for you being the office bad boy.
Performance reports were released this morning, and my boss is angry. He says if you don’t shape up immediately, I’ll have to let you go. The simple truth is that I’m too busy to do your job and mine, and hiring someone new just takes too long. And it doesn’t promise the new candidate will be any better behaved than you. So I’ve decided to take matters into my own hands. I saunter over to your desk about half an hour before quitting time. Pre-usual, your hungry gaze zeros in on my tits, popping from my button-up blouse and the way my tight pencil skirt hugs the curve of my ass. “We’re staying after to finish the work you’ve allowed to become late. After everyone leaves, join me in my office.”