The Betting Pool

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“Now, cum now!” Jessica wailed, slamming her fists down on the coffee table in front of her. “Hold it, slave. Fucking hold it.” Sasha purred, confusing the sub duct tapped to the closet door with a fuck machine pounding his asshole from underneath.

“Let it go, baby.” Becky encouraged, and I cackled while tapping my riding crop against the giant timer that ticked away. All the girls looked over, and Jessica jumped off the couch, ripping her top to flash the sub her bouncy tits. “CUM NOW you STUPID slut!” she yelled at him, but it didn’t matter. Her time in the betting pool had come and gone, yet the sub did not explode.

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It's Locktober Time

Lea 1844-332-2639 Ext. 244

Locktolder starts on Wednesday, losers. This year, I plan to hoard the keys of many male slaves. Not just puny little clits either! I want to lock up thick, big dicks too. My hope is that I’ll look like a Janitor with so many chastity keys on my key holder.

Everyone will hear me jingling down the street and think, “There goes Mama Lea and her big ol’ ring of keys.” Locktober is a time of denial, and I expect it to last all thirty-one days!

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Stella 1-844-332-2639 ext 322

My basement isn’t for old boxes. It’s for pleasure. And this week, it held Jacques. The chains were thick but soft. Not to hurt him, just to hold him. He was stretched out on the cold stone floor, a thick mat beneath him, with his arms and legs secured. On the first day, he looked excited, but a little nervous too. I just smiled. “Welcome,” I whispered, and his whole body tensed.

I started slow. Just walking around him, my bare feet silent on the floor. I wore a thin robe, the silk brushing my skin. His eyes, usually so confident, were wide and fixed only on me. I could feel his gaze like a physical touch. I bent down, just out of his reach, letting my robe open a little, showing the curve of my thigh. He made a low sound, a guttural groan.

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Kayla's Rose-Tipped Flogger

Kayla Cumsalot 1844-33-CANDY Ext 357

The tapping of my stilettos against the hardwood floor was loud in the silent room as I walked around the quivering bitch awaiting his punishment. Neither of us spoke as the tension built around us. He was entirely naked while I wore sheer black thigh-high stockings and matching sheer panties. Without a bra, the heavy sway of my tits drew his gaze to my stiff nipples and the rose-tipped flogger I held in my hands.

“Will it hurt?” He finally dared to ask. The nervousness in his voice gave me a thrill, but my face refused to show him I was pleased. My fingers pulled through the length of the leather flogger’s tails. The pretty red rose-shaped bits of leather at the end would thud against his skin when I whipped him. Would it hurt, eventually, but not nearly as much as a cane or whip.

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Zesty Zoey 1-844-332-2639 Ext 403

Would you like to know the things you can do to me?  Me your personal no taboo pain slut.  You can force me to fuck or suck you anytime and anywhere.  How does that appeal to you?  Would you like your own personal fuck doll that you can use and have available at your beck and call?  Feel free to order me on my knees and open my mouth so that you can fuck my face at will.  I swallow every load of cum you give me without complaint.

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Spit Bubbles

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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 in 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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Diana 1-844-332-2639 Ext. 248

I crave the secrets hidden within your mind, the forbidden desires that make you tremble with need. I invite you to confide in me, to whisper into my ear the darkest, dirtiest, most taboo thoughts that set your body alight with primal lust.

No judgment, only understanding and consent. In my presence, you are free to unshackle your repressed longings, to speak them aloud without fear of condemnation. I will listen intently as you confess what makes your cock hard and what fantasies consume you in the night.

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Zesty Zoey 1-844-332-2639 Ext 403

Your cock gets hard and stiff as you watch me rub the oil on my feet.  Lubricating my soles and toes and arches.  My skin warming up the oil and getting my tooties all slick and slippery for you.  You think about my body heat warming up that oil as I spread it over my feet.  Then I pour some of the oil on my hands and rub it all over your cock.  I feel your cock twitch in my hands as I stroke it up and down.  My oiled hands slide easily up and down the shaft of your swollen aching cock.

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Kayla Cumsalot 1844-33-CANDY Ext 357

“Can you help me out with this harness?” I asked with a sultry smile as I walked up to him at the base of the climb. Jason stood shirtless before the rock face, dusting chalk over his palms. The harness dangled from my fingers as I held it out to him and popped a hip. I didn’t need help, I just wanted his hands on me.

“Sure,” his gaze traveled along my curves, stopping at my firm ass wrapped tightly in my climbing leggings. I stepped into the harness and bent over, pushing my ass out enticingly towards his growing bulge.

“Help me pull it up, please,” I bit at my lower lip as I peered at him through heavy lashes from over my shoulder. He tugged the harness up, making me lose a bit of my balance, and I leaned back against him. Allowing me to feel his massive cock against my thigh. His strong hands gently caressed over my ass as he pulled the harness tight around my waist, and all I could think about was how vulnerable I would be tied up and hanging in the air in front of him.

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Amber 1-844-332-2639 ext 404

I walked into the empty storefront, the echo of my heels clicking on the polished concrete floor. This was it—the future home of OnlyFucks, a place where anything goes and sex is always on the table. No taboo is too weird or wonderful. I could already see the shelves lined with books, toys, and other delights that would make even the most conservative of folks blush.

My best friend and business partner, Jake, stood by the window, sketching out a layout on a notepad. “You know, Amber, this is going to be a fucking hit,” he said, looking up with a grin. “People are going to love it.” I smiled back, feeling a rush of excitement. “Oh, I know. I can already see the lines out the door. But first, we need to make sure everything is perfect.” He raised an eyebrow. “Perfect? Or perfectly filthy?”

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