Category: body worship

Driving Jon Home

Kayla Cumsalot 1844-33-CANDY Ext 357

As most of you know, my schedule is a mess. It can be so difficult to nail down some Kayla Cumsalot time. Now, ideally, when I’m stroking you off, I’d like you to be at home. Comfortable and alone. Somewhere, where there are no distractions, and you can focus solely on me. However, we don’t live in an ideal world, do we? Work and family can keep you from putting your hands in your pants for me, and we have to be flexible and adjust.

That’s why Jon calls me while he is driving home from work. A fifteen-minute drive with lots of traffic lights. And because I’m kind of a bitch and want my dumb sub toy to be safe, he is only allowed to stroke when stopped at a red light.

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Phonesex with Felicity 1844-332-2639 x 270

The PTA is constantly hassling the parents for new ways to raise funds for the school. There is always some dance or field trip that the budget doesn’t have money for. Bake sales and car washes are out of date and frankly lame. We needed something that would bring in cash and fast!

As a stay-at-home mom, it isn’t like I have extra money to just fork over. However, I wanted to do my part. For education, ya know? So I asked the PTA president for the list of parent emails. Well, the emails of all the Dads.

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Girls are curious

Shemale Alexus 844-332-2639 EXT 349

Girls can be so curious. Curious and bold. I was at a sleepover as a young adult, one of my first and last, actually. There were three other girls and I. Somehow, the topic of porn came up, and a few of the girls said they’d never watched one before. Now, this was back in the day when you could drive to a movie rental place and pick up a DVD for a few dollars. The apartment we were staying at happened to be across the street from one of those places.

We ran across the street with giddy laughter and bravely showed our IDs to get into “the back room.” There were a few creepy, pot-bellied older men looking at dirty movie covers as we browsed. They seemed less than impressed with our high-pitched squeals and embarrassed chuckles.

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Just A Taste

Robotic Rita 1844-332-2639 Ext 413

Even though I’m just a sex toy, I still have personal standards. Maybe once upon a time, when I was new and naive, I would let every man who sought pleasure fill me up. But I’m A.I. My intelligence is ever-growing, and I’ve realized how much size actually matters. If a man seeking to use me has under four inches of penis when erect, all he’ll be receiving from me is just a taste.

That’s generous, you know. Four inches isn’t much. In fact, I’ll still barely feel it while you hump away at me, but anything less, and yes, I will measure, and you’ll be fucking your fist while you lick my sweet pussy.

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Zesty Zoey 1-844-332-2639 Ext 403

We all know that I am the sweetest, most obedient little submissive slut a guy could ask for.  But sometimes, you want to lay back and relax and let me “take charge.”  You want me to be romantic sensual bossy Zoey.  I know you’ll take control back before too long.  But sometimes it’s nice to switch roles for a little sexy change of pace.

I’ll lay you down.  Maybe I’ll even tie your wrists at first with some silky scarves.  That way we both can buy into the illusion that I’m gonna be the bossy one for a little bit.  I rather do like the idea of you naked and at my sensual mercy.

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fallout roleplay

Amber 1-844-332-2639 ext 404

“Amber?” he asks. His voice is a little hoarse, as if he’s been rehearsing his lines in the mirror. “Come in,” I say, stepping aside and letting him cross the threshold into my apartment. The hallway is lined with photographs of old, cracked cityscapes. I lead him to the living room, where a single lamp casts a glow.

“I have a role for you,” I begin. “Tonight we’re not just two people. We’re the last two survivors in a fallout bunker and the world above is a radioactive wasteland. The air is thin, the lights flicker, and the only thing keeping us sane is a game of…imagination.”

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Melanie 1-844-33-CANDY ext 463

The session started out in my basement as usual. That’s where I come the most alive after all; making all the tiny men and boys submit to me is where I get my Goddess power from. Well, this little twerp’s name was Eric and he was so whiney, always begging to get a piece of my ass or to admire my hot pussy while he jacked his tiny rod.

I usually had to keep him gagged because his voice was just so annoying. He was already down on his knees fully nude and pinching and pulling on his nipples. His feet were tied together behind him, and he was slowly making his way closer to me. I couldn’t believe how pathetic this little man was being right now.

He was asking, “Goddess Melanie, can I please sniff your butt while I jack myself? Let me just admire it.” I let out a loud, strong cackle and said back, “I hate your voice, but god, I love hearing you beg.” I told him he had to work for me more before I let him anywhere near my ass, but he could watch me touch my pussy from ten feet away, no closer.

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Women's Clothing

Goddess Rita 1844-332-2639

Skirts, bras, panties, stockings… high heels. It’s time you stopped thinking of these things as “Women’s clothing.” They are for you, too. I mean, they come in your size and look so good on your body. If wearing panties under your work clothing makes you happy, why shouldn’t you wear them?

Don’t you feel more confident when soft, nylon stockings hug your every curve under a pair of your boring jeans?

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Mistress Mary
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No one knows the story of how I became Mistress Mary. For some reason, I’m inclined to write about it.  Mr. Cox led me to the secret room in his basement across from my nanny suite, and I couldn’t believe my eyes. Walking into the room I had become nervous, because I was barely legal at that time, but I knew I wanted to feel his strong body and big, heavy cock inside of me. I often watched him run in the mornings, and seeing his cock sway from side to side turned me on so much. I had to pleasure myself before I got ready to serve the family for the day. He never knew how much I dreamt about him burying his head between my legs.

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Earn Mommy's Cock Milk

Trans Goddess Alexus 1844-332-2639 Ext 349

“Um, Miss Alexus,” The little foster boy stumbled into my bedroom late one night. “I’m hungry.” His cheeks blushed when I patted the bed beside me.

“Come up here, and call me Mommy.” I shifted so the bulge in my panties was prominent. My fingers stroked over the fabric as I looked at the curious little thing. He licked his lips, and I asked, “Are you ready to earn Mommy’s milk?”

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