Category: body worship

Chasinmg New Heights Pt 2

Kayla Cumsalot 1844-332-2639 Ext 357

He quickly slides down her body and places two fingers inside her, tips hooked to heaven as he nearly lifts her ass off the bed from inside her. His lips seal around her clit. His tongue darting across her and dragging his cum out of her slit.

Inside her, that familiar pressure begins to rise again as she grabs sharply onto his hair. Her legs go wide, and her eyes roll back. She lets go of herself, and the first wave of orgasm hits her like a brick wall. Her vision goes white as her body shakes underneath him. He stops his assault for only a moment to breathe deep.

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Spit Bubbles

Francie xXx 1844-332-2639 xXx 208

I have a craving for spit bubbles today. I’m a girl who always indulges in her desires. That’s why I’ve slipped you into the latex vacuum bed. The soft whirring of the vacuum blocks out any other sounds around you as it constantly pulls the air from the bag, causing the latex to suck against you like a second skin.

Head to toe, you are entirely encapsulated into the vacuum bed, except for the hole just big enough to allow your hard cock to stretch through. From within the bed, you’ll be unable to struggle or protest—such an effective bondage method.

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Mistress Takes Back The Bridegroom

xXx Francie xXx 844-332-2639 x 208

A bridegroom needs to be stolen back. See, a sub who serves so well is something a Domme should hold tight to. You know the saying, “It’s hard to find good help.” Well, it’s true of submissive boys as well. Finding one who isn’t an attention-needing, whiney whore is tough to come by, which is why I couldn’t let my sub get married.

He came to me the night before the big day and confessed to being in love. He said he was afraid to tell me because he knew how much I’d be hurt by him leaving me, and I was. More so, I was heartsick that he hadn’t shared this part of his life with me. I knew he’d been dating, but a wife? I wasn’t about to let him go without a fight.

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Anna 1844-332-2639 Ext 203   Trans Alexus 1844-332-2639 Ext 349

The other night, Anna and I sat down for drinks after a long shift. She sat across from me in barely there lingerie, her high heel dangled from one foot as she crossed her legs. She let out a big huff and raked her hand through her thick, gorgeous hair. “What’s wrong, beautiful,” I asked, carefully adjusting my cock in my small panties so she wouldn’t see how her body was affecting me.

“It’s these sissy faggots and diaper dummies.” She sipped from her glass as I nodded. They are more than a handful when you begin juggling them. “They all want to service cock but are too afraid to ACTUALLY do anything about it.” She shrugged with her hands in the air. “I just don’t know how to make them.” She looked up at me, and I knew the twinkle in her eyes was twining in my own. “Wait…” I reached for her hand as the same idea formed in my mind. “Will you be my faggot enforcer?”

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I’m looking for someone special who will Be my Daddy Accomplice. Someone I can team up with and do despicable things to a sweet, innocent soul. I want to corrupt someone young. Very young. I want to take this young one and teach her how to serve all Daddy and Mommy’s needs properly. Imagine it! We can be gentle and loving and teach her slowly how to wrap those small lips around your big cock.

Or maybe we can use force. She won’t tell. We can train her to take your cock in all three holes before she’s even old enough to drive. Or maybe she isn’t even in high school yet. So much fun to be had! Continue reading “Be my Daddy Accomplice.” →

Red Light, Green Light

                 Jemma 1844-332-2639 Ext 303 & Kayla Cumsalot 1844-332-2639 Ext 357

Two-girl calls are among my favorite ways to shake up a boring workday. Recently, I got to dabble into a game you may have played a time or two, but I promise you haven’t played it the way Jemma and I do. We lured a helpless gooner into playing with us. You know how Gooners are. Once they start stroking their cock, they will do anything you tell them to.

Our mindless stroker was a good one. He has a big, beautiful cock we couldn’t wait to edge! Jemma played the green light; he couldn’t stroke his cock unless she said, “Green.” And I was the red light. This means that once Jemma said Green, he could not stop stroking until I said red.

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Ronnie 1844-33-CANDY Ext 443

Is there anything that feels better than a scalding hot shower? The kind that steams up the bathroom and makes your breath heavy. It just makes everything better! Had a hard day? Cold beer in a hot shower. Need a quiet space to reset? All alone in a hot shower. Headache or sore muscles? Hot shower will help release them. Tired? Take a hot shower. Sexually pent up? Meet me in the shower.

I fucking love shower sex. The heat and the steam set the mood perfectly. I turn that water up so hot it makes my skin red. I’ll stand with my back to the shower and get singed while staring at your sexy naked body step into the small heated space. I throw my hands around your neck and pull you in slowly. Biting your lip, then I reach down and start stroking your cock, my hand already full of soap.

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Valerie 1844-332-2639 Ext 243

It is an average end of the work day. I close up my laptop, grab my things that I don’t intend to leave at the office, and head out the door. On the way out, I double-check the lock and head down the street. It’s only a few blocks to home, and it has been unreasonably mild outside for a mid-December week, so I decide to walk home.

On the way, I get a need for some sausages for dinner and make a decision to swing by the butchers, which is just a couple blocks out of the way. As I go to enter, my nose is buried in my phone, the door doesn’t open, and I slam my forehead into the glass. Looking up as I curse, I see the butcher trying to close up shop, shouting something and waving his arms around.

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Carly 1844-332-2639 ext 438

When was the las time you had sex? Was it about a day ago, a week ago, a month? What did it feel like? And who was it with? Did you enjoy yourself?

Ever Wonder How Sex With A Goddess Is?

A lot of subs come to me and ask me what I would do to them if they were in a relationship with me and I would tell them (well mostly I don’t even respond and if I do then it is only two-word phrases because I know that they just want to jerk off for free). I mean let’s be real here, you do know that you have to work your way up in order to be able to touch a Goddess body? Right? And if any Domme just let’s you touch her anytime you want then is she really a Domme?

 

I mean in order to even prick your finger against my skin you would have to have completely and utterly proven yourself to the highest of the highest degree that you are worthy in which is not hard for a lot of these men to do especially when they come in contact with me. But, I do believe that if a sub or a Domme wants to potentially engage in a sexual encounter further down the line then there needs to be a lengthy discussion on how to get to that point. A LENGTHY ONE. As no Domme should just be giving out her body to her subs to feel on so quickly because, if that is the case in order for you to keep subs then you my so called fellow Domme should really take an exit from this craft as you clearly don’t know anything about it and also that is how subs lose interest in you as well.

 

But as for you subs let me know if you have ever gotten to that point where you got to fuck a Domme. I would love to know your experience.

-Goddess Carly

Carly 1844-332-2639 ext 438

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Thick Thighs Save Lives

Kinky Krysta 844-332-2369 Ext.410

Thick thighs don’t actually save lives. Between them, men find heaven, and you’d do anything to get between mine. These soft, chunky, thick thighs wrapped around your head, muffling the sounds of my moans as they cover your ears. You can’t even look up at me as your tongue digs deep between my folds, and your hands rub at the back of my thighs.

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