Cum Receptacle

Trans Goddess Alexus 1844-332-2639 Ext 349

“Open up,” I told the cum receptacle strapped down to my coffee table. The cum covered slut stuck its tongue out just before the hot ropes of jizz spewed from my thick shecock. I stroked till the last drops dribbled free, then slapped my cock head on its tongue. “Suck me clean.” The order was swiftly obeyed. I looked down at the little faggot who’d come crawling to me, begging to be used as a cum rag.

I don’t think they’d planned to be used by so many people, but every good orgy needs a cum receptacle. The slut had definitely gotten what he asked for. His naked body was glazed from face to feet. With his arms tied down by his sides and his knees braced to his elbows so everyone could see how much he loved being covered in cum.

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Zesty Zoey 1-844-332-2639 Ext 403

It’s that time of year!  Time for each of us to make our New Year’s resolutions.  We make promises to ourselves and to others about how we’re going to improve ourselves or the world around us in the coming year.  We’re two days away from 2025 and I’ve thought long and hard about what should be my resolution.  It’s pretty simple, isn’t it?  Of course, my main resolution needs to be to become an even bigger slut.  My goal for this coming year is to suck and fuck even more dicks than any other year.  You might think it couldn’t be possible, but I promise you that I can absolutely bring it to fruition.

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Belle 1844-332-2639 X 444

Early this morning, a horny crossdresser found me in the chatroom and let me know that his wife was asleep, not twenty feet from where he wanted to play with me.

I love to see how filthy slut will dress to impress me, so I told him to get dressed and bring a dildo back to the living room to see if we could be sneaky right there in front of his sleeping bitch. He returned wearing a pink latex thong, an open-back teddy with matching stockings, and five-inch pink high heels. Mmm, color me impressed.

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Kayla Cumsalot 1844-33-CANDY ext 357

I whimpered as my hands pulled at the red ropes holding my wrists to the bedpost. “Please, just let me touch you.” Sean ignored my pleas and peeled the wrapper off yet another candy cane. My body was covered with the sticky sugar. Two hours ago, he had stripped my body and told me I needed to relax a little. He said he would make me feel so good that all my holiday stress would melt away.

I believed him, and he was kind of right. I wasn’t thinking about work or family drama when he used the hairdryer to melt the candy cane over my nipples. The way the red and white stripes ran over my breasts as they liquified was beautiful. He was slow and meticulous and did not allow me to deviate from his plans.

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Goon-tarded

Robotic Rita 1844-332-2639 Ext 413

It started out innocent enough; all you wanted to do was jerk off. Not just masturbate, but really fucking enjoy yourself. I know how competitive you are. How badly you wanted to push the limits of your body and its own pleasure. How could you know that the more you edged, the deeper you dove into my hypnosis porn, that you would lose yourself and become Goon-tarded?

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I can hear your heavy breathing as you walk into my dungeon, submissive little slave. You look so delicious, nervous yet excited for your first time experience with a humiliatrix.

“You’re going to love every second of this,” I purr, running my fingers down your chest. “But first, I need to blindfold you.” Continue reading “My Sub’s First Glory Hole”

Swooning For Swaybottom

Kayla Cumsalot 1844-33-CANDY Ext 357

The Christmas party was utterly boring until she sashayed into the room. Her dress clung to her curves, making my mouth water and the warm glow of her chocolate skin had me wanting to drink her in like hot Cocoa. I could tell she was shy even though all the light in the room seemed to gravitate toward her. The men clamored around, making her giggle and blush, but when I stepped into her circles of admirers, her dark eyes focused only on me. “Good Evening,” I pressed in tight against her side, with all of the men panting as they watched. “Let me get you a drink?”

Her chin dipped low, and her thick lashes fluttered as she nodded. “What’s your name?” I was close enough to whisper in her ear and feel how her body was reacting to mine. Her rise rose and fell in shallow breaths, but when she looked up at me, lust swirled in the depths of her gaze.

“Samantha Swaybottom,” she murmured, and it was then that I knew… Tonight, Miss Swaybottom would be all mine.

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Lola 1844-332-2639 ext 242

I need to tell you about this messed up thing that happened the other day. While shopping for Christmas presents, this guy came up behind me and said, “you look like a girl who likes to be led.”

I glared, spun around in irritation and in my Dommiest voice I snapped, “Excuse me?”  I was livid, some guys think that all women will follow all men. Not true! Telling me he wants to lead me is the opposite of a turn on. If you want my respect, you need to prove yourself.

I stuttered a bit when I took in the person in front of me, he was HOT. I toned down my voice a bit and we exchanged a few perfunctory introductions. As we chatted, I started to warm to him. There was no question the man was a Dom.

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Holiday Homewrecking

Francie 1844-332-2639 xXx 208

I’ve waited all year to make his Holiday Homewrecking fantasies come true. Every time he calls, he begs me to ruin his marriage and make him my own. It’s so cute that he thinks he’s safe and that I’d never actually do anything to hurt him. Boys are seriously so stupid.

My heart raced as I sat by the fireplace and filled out the Holiday card I’d send to his address. I wondered if he’d check the mailbox and find it among other greetings and well-wishes from his friends and family. Or…

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“You’re late,” I say, looking at my watch as you walk through the door.

“I’m sorry, Mistress,” you reply, bowing your head in submission. “I apologize for my tardiness.”

I can see the fear in your eyes, and I know you’re wondering what punishment awaits you for your disobedience. Then I stand up from my chair and walk over to you, my heels clicking against the hardwood floor. After that, I reach out and stroke your cheek, feeling the stubble on your chin.

“You know what happens to slaves who are late, don’t you?” I ask, my voice low and seductive.

“Yes, Mistress,” you reply, your voice trembling.

“Good,” I say, my lips curling into a smile. “Follow me.”

I lead you to the back of the house, to the room where I keep all of my toys. I can see your eyes widen as you take in the array of whips, chains, and other devices that I use to punish my slaves. Continue reading “Don’t Be Late!”