1844-33-CANDY EXT 423
I am your addiction. You are a weak, beta male with money to give and love giving Me all your money… I love taking it from you. It’s a fun, twisted game we play, and you can’t help yourself. You are absolutely hooked. Today’s “game”, I will be instructing you on every move you make, every sensation you are allowed to feel. So, come into My domain, and be prepared for another day of being My slave.
Amber 1-844-33-CANDY ext 404
You suggest we leave the club and go back to your place. I hesitate for a moment, but the thought of what could happen between us is too enticing to resist. As soon as we’re through the door, you take control. I can feel your hands roaming my body, possessively claiming me as yours. You pull away, your eyes dark with desire. “I’ve been thinking about this all night,” you growl, your fingers tracing the hem of my dress. “I want to tie you up and have my way with you.”
My breath hitches in my throat as you speak, my body trembling with anticipation. I nod my head, giving you my consent. You waste no time, leading me to your bedroom, tying me to the bedposts with soft, silky ropes, and exploring every inch of my body with your hands and mouth. Your fingers dance close to my pussy but never quite touch it. I’m writhing beneath you, desperate for release.
“Please,” I beg, my voice hoarse with need. “Please what?” you ask, your fingers finally sliding inside me. “Fuck me,” I gasp, my hips bucking against your hand. You don’t need any more encouragement and
Anna 844-332-2639 EXT. 203
Mommy Anna had made herself an espresso. She left it on the kitchen table with her biscotti when the phone suddenly rang. It was her lover. He wanted to talk dirty to her, and her to him, so she proceeded upstairs to her bedroom and closed the door behind her.
Continue reading “Naughty Ronnie just can’t behave himself…”
Janet 1-844-332-2639 ext 456
Nothing says Halloween like a haunted house attraction. I just love when you go to one and they have rooms set up with different themes in each of them. The last one I went to got me thinking. How could I turn something like a haunted house into a naughty adult fun time? Then I decided to do the same thing they did. Rooms with a theme each with its own scary yet sexy attraction. And of course what fun would it be if you had to keep your hands to yourself?
So that rule is one I will NOT be keeping like a regular haunted house. The first room will be set in the realm of a certain tall, silent handsome fellow. One who loves to stalk around in a blue jumpsuit wearing a faded white mask. He likes to jab things but in my haunted house, he will be jabbing with another long object. This one throbs and its also as hard as steel. Can you handle the boogeyman? The next room will have a little more age fun! A girl in a certain well. She is so super wet and loves to moan and groan.
Torri 1-844-332-2639 ext 204
Oh, I’ve been a bad bad BAD girl. And no one seems to be man enough to want to punish me for it. So here is my confession. In hopes that a stern man will come along and give me what I deserve. I was gone for a whole week at the end of last month and I made sure to make my time away count. I’m not old enough to get into the bars yet but I just love how a man fucks when he’s had too much so guess what this naughty teen did? She posted up on the outside of the bars and did a little acting.
Acting like I was lost and just wanted to feel close to someone. Of course, a well-hydrated man’s cock is easy to turn on. Just my eyes drifting down to it was enough to make most of them hard. My innocent little eyes blinking and looking so pitiful. It was too easy to get them to fuck me in the ally or behind the bar. A quick fuck in the cars was fun too. In one night I pulled this sad innocent little girl on 7 men back to back.
Avery 1-844-332-2639 ext. 228
When was the last time you had a really intense orgasm? Mine was just a few days ago. I had some crazy hot role plays last week and I’ve loved them all. But I especially loved the one that gave me an intense orgasm.
That call had me so turned on and yet scared with anticipation that I was trembling a little bit before the fun even got started. Let me tell you all about it…
1844-33-CANDY EXT 423
I lean back on my velvet couch, the red fabric matching the crimson of my painted lips. My stilettos were kicked off somewhere, leaving only my long legs exposed in their black silk stockings. I tapped a manicured finger against my thigh, my wedding ring flashing in the light of my modern apartment.
“Come here, boy,” I ordered, my voice dripping with authority. “I’ve got a task for you.”
You hesitated, your hands clenched at your sides. “I’m not a boy,” you protested, your voice rough and masculine. You puffed out your chest, trying to appear more dominant than you felt. Continue reading “Just Suck My Cock”
Anna 844-332-2639 EXT. 203
Mommy Anna took her naughty boy over to visit family. On the drive there she warned him that better behave, use ALL the manners she taught him: please and thank you, don’t speak unless spoken to and ALWAYS ask for permission. The naughty boy recited every one of these things in the car as Mommy Anna looked at him in her rearview mirror. She looked at him with a smile, reassured.
Kayla Cumsalot 1844-332-2639 x 357
In his hidden room, I lay naked on a dirty, sweat-stained mattress. I don’t know where he is or who he might be with, but I do know that he’ll be back. He always comes back for me. How long I’ve been here, I couldn’t say. Hours turned to days, and days felt as though they had passed into months. No one will find me here in his hidden room.
The bruises from when he took me no longer grace my skin but instead are replaced with the chaffing from the cuffs that keep me chained just A few feet from my mattress. I know it pleases him that I no longer cry at the sight of him. Instead, I can usually hold my tears in now until he gets too rough.
xXx Francie xXx 844-332-2639 x 208
Yes, I hear you. You’re a submissive looking for a Mistress. You want someone who will guide you and control you. Love you? Well, fucker, you are half in luck. I want to use you as just a hole for my strapon. Awe, you can cry tears about how sad you are that I refuse to love you when I’m stabbing my thick strappy down your throat.
I will just assume you are crying from the horrendous gagging I’ll force upon you. Trust me; it’s better this way. If I thought those tears were from my squeezing of your heart in my tight fist, I may not even have the desire to throat fuck you.