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I curate a lifestyle for men who have forgotten how to be small. My roster is a collection of gray suits and tired eyes who come to my door seeking the relief of total surrender. They want to be hollowed out. They pay for the privilege of letting me hold the map to their sanity. But then there is Jonathan.

Jonathan is a paradox. He’s a high-stakes litigator by day, weaving verbal traps and shaping reality so it bends to his will. He treats our sessions like a debate, pushing back against my boundaries with a smug, calculated charm. Jonathan treats my authority as a collaborative suggestion rather than a divine law. Which, let’s be honest, is quite a stupid choice for such an intelligent man.

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Melanie 1-844-33-CANDY ext 463

Ryan is ready for me to plow his ass, but this time we are going to change it up. I’m going to wear my strap-on while I lay down and Ryan gets to ride me. Let’s see if he can handle this ride!

I have my purple monster dildo attached and I’m laying in bed, ready to be taken advantage of. Ryan walks down into the basement and is ready to take me for a ride. He knew he’d be a sweaty mess afterwards, so he strips all his clothes off. I love fucking a little bitch that can’t handle my stick, let’s see how Ryan does.

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Cock Sleeve Kayla

Kayla cumsalot 1844-332-2639 Ext 357

At least one of you knows this about me, but I have this desire, this need, to be treated like a cock sleeve. You know the popular male masturbators you can buy that are molded after adult film stars? I’m not saying I want to mold my own and sell it. No, I want you to treat my body like your personal cock sleeve.

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In a Magic Bottle Part Three

Kayla Cumsalot 1844-33-CANDY Ext 357

Part One, Part Two 

My hips drove back away from the lash of the flogger, and he clicked his tongue against his teeth. “Where do you think you’re going?” His big arm slipped behind me and pressed his forearm against the top of my ass to drive my hips forward. My feet almost came off the ground until just my tiptoes braced me in the cooling earth. His warm breath tickled along my throat, and he spoke something to the trees. His magic, as it had before, obeyed him, and the brace of the tree holding me in place extended to take the place of his arm and prop my pussy up for him. He then bit into my neck, and I screamed out.

A flock of nearby birds fled with the sound. Their wings flapping hard to escape the danger, I could not flee. “Mine.” He purred then licked the mark his teeth had left in my soft skin.

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You'll Never Fuck a Woman Again

Rita 844-33-CANDY Ext 413

I knew what would happen as soon as you pulled down your pants. That embarrassingly small clit peeks out at me, and I burst into laughter. It was obvious you needed to become pussy-free. I mean, why would you want to continue being such a fucking disappointment to every woman you try to sleep with?

Don’t worry, though. Just because you’ll never fuck a woman again, it doesn’t mean you won’t be having lots of sex. Lots of sex where you ARE the woman!

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Melanie 1-844-33-CANDY ext 463

You know I’m a switch, and although it’s fun to punish the boys, sometimes this pussy needs some punishment too. I was on the ground, taking it on all fours like a good slut by my Master James. He had my legs and arms tied up as he was brutally fucking me in both holes from behind. I love the abuse. He fucked me with his thick nine-inch cock and my ass and used an even bigger dildo for my roughed-up pussy.

Master didn’t say anything to me during our whole playtime except, “Your knees look pretty all bruised up like that. Maybe I should make your neck match, purple and blue look cute on you.” He continued to play with be, staying behind me, but this time he started pulling my hair, harder and harder. The harder he pulled my hair, the more he was able to reach my throat so he could squeeze it.

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Trampled Fuck Boy

Goddess Rita 1844-332-2639 Ext 413

Boys are basically doormats. Really, they are. Nothing but flesh bags begging to be trampled. Travis knows his place and always lies down on his back so I can break in my new stilettos. The sharp points crave puncturing his skin, and I shiver when he hollers from under my weight.

Last night, he was wearing jeans and no shirt. I guess he thought the denim would protect him from my Louboutins. I stood near his hip and gave a swift kick to his hip. He wheezed a “Thank you, Goddess, please step on me,” and I lifted my left foot to his thigh. I stepped up and pressed all my weight into the ball of my foot. Giving him a small taste of what was to come.

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Melanie 1-844-33-CANDY ext 463

“You take it like a whore, is that how you’d like me to treat you? I could call up a few people who have money. How about it, baby, wanna see how much you’re worth?” John came over to my house and begged me to fill all his holes. Of course it’s not as much fun doing it alone, so I called up a few buddies of mine that had huge poles. Let’s see how John handles this.

Three of my good buddies, Carlos, Jake, and Adam, all showed up an hour later, ready to spit roast poor little Johnny! And they were loaded. You could see wads of cash sticking out of their pockets. Carlos and Jake were up first. Carlos took John’s ass, while Jake’s rod went inside John’s mouth to shut him up. They were fucking and thrusting in and out, both in rhythm.

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Kayla Cumsalot 1844-33-CANDY Ext 357

Part One

Larry couldn’t help himself. So used to being in control that being tied down under me and not having his way was making him crazy. I could almost see the smoke of frustration wisping out of his ears. He felt so good, so hard against my pussy. I had to lift my hips before he convinced me to sit on his shaft. Instead, I slinked back down to sit on his thighs, and my right hand wrapped around his pussy coated cock. “Look at what a mess I’ve made.” I cooed more to his cock than to him as I began stroking his thick erection.

It pleased me to see his chest rise and fall as he tried to control his breathing. How cute it was to watch him fight so as not to beg me. My thumb smeared around the plump crown of his head to gather the heavy bead of precum, and when it drooled onto the pad of my finger, I lifted it to my lips—slowly, opening my mouth while looking into his dark, honey colored eyes. My tongue lapped at the bit of his juice before sucking my thumb into my mouth.

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BBC Gang Bang Train

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The bare mattress under you is soaked with cum, and your tears but still, the fun continues. At this point, your throat is raw from how many thick black cocks have forced themselves down it, that you no longer scream for mercy. Now, in silent submission, you accept your role as a BBC cock slave.

It’s been days since I’ve chained you to the floor of my basement with just that dirty mattress to keep you company. Well, when the boys aren’t here anyway. This gang bang train has gone on for hours now, and I know you’re exhausted, but it doesn’t matter. It won’t stop until they wish it to.

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