Anna 844-332-2639 EXT. 203
Little Anna went to go ask Daddy for permission to go out with her friends. Daddy, without hesitation said NO!. ‘’But I never get to go anywhere or do anything!’’ Anna protested. ‘’Too bad,’’ Daddy said. ‘’You haven’t done your chores, you haven’t done your homework, your room is a mess and –‘’ before he could finish Anna let out a big sigh and barked ‘’fine!’’ back, stomping up to her room. She better be getting ready for bed, Daddy thought to himself.
Stephanie 844-332-2639 Ext 454
“I don’t want to cum yet.” M said, sliding his hand up the shaft of his cock, gripping the tip. I giggled, smiling up at him feeling the water from the shower dripping down off of B’s body. I turned my head and continued to suck B’s cock when I felt M’s fingers slide through my hair. He pushed my head forward as B slid his cock further down my throat. I gasped and gagged some. B forced himself deeper, M’s grip tightened and B began intensely fucking my throat. M slid his hands over my shoulders and held me in place while B grabbed my hair, holding me still.
“Do you swallow?” he asked breathing deeply now using both hands to hold my head in place as he fucked my throat. I continued to gag, coughing and taking gasps of air whenever I could. “Fuck” M said still holding me in place. “Don’t cum in her mouth” M ordered. “Fuck I’m gonna cum.” B slid his cock from my throat and shot his thick load of cum all over my face. I held my mouth open, tongue out. Tasting his warm cum before sliding my tongue in my mouth.
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Diana 1-844-332-2639 Ext. 248
I remember the day I first laid eyes on your microscopic member. I couldn’t help but laugh at the pitiful sight. It looked like a shriveled up prune, a sad little nub that could barely be called a manhood. And the way it flopped around futilely, as if it thought it had a chance at bringing anyone pleasure. How adorable. And yet, how pathetic.
You tried to protest when I first threatened to cage that tiny prick of yours. “What if I get aroused?” you whined. As if your pathetic arousal meant anything to me. The only function your dick has is to bring me amusement now.
Trinity 1-844-332-2639 ext 285
Late Checkout wasn’t part of the plan—but then again, nothing about him ever is. I had already turned in the key. Bags packed, room cleaned, goodbye kiss on the cheek. But something in me needed just one more taste. One more moment of him beneath me, wrecked and obedient.
So I doubled back, slipped up the stairs like a secret, and found him exactly where I hoped he’d be—shirtless, sprawled across the bed, cocky smirk on his face like he knew I couldn’t stay away. “You forget something?” he asked, voice thick with sleep and sin.
I didn’t answer. I just let my heels click slowly across the floor as I peeled off my clothes—top first, then my bra, letting him see the tight control I still held even when naked. His eyes trailed every inch of me, hungry.
“Come here,” he whispered. But I didn’t. Not yet. I stood at the foot of the bed, hand on my hip, teasing the edge of my panties. You want this?” I asked. “Earn it.” He crawled. On elbows and knees like the obedient thing he pretends not to be. I grabbed a fistful of his hair, shoved him between my thighs, Continue reading “Late Checkout”
Anna 844-332-2639 EXT. 203
I was walking out the door of her building, when I stumbled upon a handsome man. He was mean looking, and had plenty of tattoos. He needed help and direction to the main office. I gave him instructions, but what seemed like a few simple steps soon became over-complicated. I offered to walk him there myself for which he thanked me kindly.
Stephanie 844-332-2639 Ext 454
I only mentioned it once, a threesome, myself & two guys. Ultimately I didn’t want a relationship. M took this as a challenge. Somehow he figured if he granted my wish I would eventually commit.
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Anna 844-332-2639 EXT. 203
Ronnie left the house while Mommy Anna was hanging the laundry to dry. He told Mommy Anna he’d be out for a while, so she reminded him to simply be back for dinner.
He took off on his favorite bike, and felt free as ever with his hair blowing in the wind. He decided to visit all of his favorite spots, and pass by the park to say hello to his friends. But next thing ya know, it was lunch time and Ronnie was feeling famished. He happened to be at the same block where he last saw Mommy Anna getting spanked, only he didn’t feel like seafood, so he went to the pizza parlor next door.
Trinity 1-844-332-2639 ext 285
A teacher’s pet like me always gets punished after class. I stayed behind after everyone else left. He shut the classroom door and said, “You know exactly why you’re here.” I bit my lip and nodded. “You think batting your lashes gets you an A? You think wearing that tight little skirt means I won’t notice you’re failing?” He stepped behind me. Grabbed my hair. Pulled. “Bend over the desk.” I obeyed. My heart pounding, my thighs slick with anticipation. He lifted my skirt. No panties.
“Naughty little slut,” he muttered. Then the first spank landed. I gasped. Each one got harder. “Count.” “One, Sir. Two, Sir—” By ten, I was soaking the wood. By fifteen, I was moaning like a whore. Then I felt his cock pressing against me. Thick. Hard. Demanding.
“You want this grade? Earn it.” He fucked me hard, face down on the desk, books scattered, chalk dust in my hair. I took it like the filthy student I was.
He pushed my face into the desk with one hand, the other around my throat, reminding me of my place. “You’re nothing but my fuck toy, aren’t you?” I couldn’t answer. The pleasure was too overwhelming. Continue reading “Teacher’s Pet Gets Punished After Class”
Amber 1-844-332-2639 ext 404
The neon glow of the laptop screen reflected in Mark’s tired eyes. Another Friday night, another weekly ritual. A bead of sweat trickled down his temple as he navigated to my profile. Just the sight of it sent a shiver of anticipation, laced with a familiar dread, down his spine. He was a paypig, and me, a Goddess. It was a dynamic we’d established months ago, a strange, consensual game of power and submission. He knew the rules, the boundaries, and the consequences of breaking them – or rather, failing to meet them.
His fingers hovered over the keyboard, a battle raging within him. He knew what I expected. The usual “wallet rinsing,” as I playfully called it. A significant chunk of his paycheck, willingly surrendered to my coffers. He tried to resist, truly. He’d set up budgeting apps, tried to distract himself with hobbies, even considered deleting his social media accounts. But the pull was too strong. It was the anticipation, the thrill of the transgression, the feeling of belonging, however twisted, that kept him coming back.
xXx Francie xXx 844-332-2639 x 208
Having a hot, slutty girlfriend is the best, right? You know I’m down for almost anything taboo and dirty, but the best part is I don’t give it all to you. That’s right, cuck, some things are saved just for the big boys who fuck me behind your back. Like my nice round ass, you love so much.
If I’m going to engage in anal play, I want to really feel it. A nice, thick, juicy cock is all I want in my ass. Don’t worry, though; I’ll let you hump a way at my pussy once I have a nice thick cream pie leaking from my gapped asshole.