Category: edgeplay

The Betting Pool

Belle 1844-332-2639 X 444

“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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Glory Hole Faggot Slut

Francie 1844-332-2639 xXx 208

The door closed soundlessly. My hand slipped from Sean’s, allowing me to adjust the small screen in the booth. Sounds of porn and moaning could be heard from all around us, but I selected a cock sucking video, and it caught Sean’s nervous attention right away. “See? You want that, right?” My hands moved to his back. Rubbing him gently and massaging his shoulders. Then I turned him to face the hole in the wall. We both looked down at the empty opening, and he started to hyperventilate.

“Watch the screen.” I moaned and slid my right hand into his pants. His cock was harder than I’d ever felt it. “That’s it, my little glory hole faggot slut. We’ll fill your pretty mouth with cock soon enough.” His dick dribbled over my fingers, and we both froze when we heard footsteps enter the booth on the other side of the wall.

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xXx Francie xXx 844-332-2639 x 208

You look through the keyhole of my bedroom door as often as you can. I know you do, you fucking perv. Always slinking in the background like a shadow, thinking you won’t be seen, but I fucking see you. Perves like you come with a stench and a skin-crawling sensation girls can’t shake.

Even though you’re handsome and intelligent, all the girls at school won’t give you the time of day. They don’t give you a second glance because they can smell the dried cum in your boxers and because I tell them you’re mine. Not mine like I’m gonna suck your cock or let you stretch my pussy; hell no, you’re my younger brother! That’d be fucking sick.

No, no, no, stupid boy. I tell them you are mine,  as in I’m gonna be the one to break your mind teasing and abusing you. I guess “Perv” just runs in the family. Like now, I know you’re staring through that itty bitty keyhole, probably rubbing yourself through your jeans as I pry off my too-tight tank top. I adjust my bra as I move closer to the keyhole, unclipping it so your view of me becomes lost as I get closer and closer. You thought you’d see my tits? Ha, you fucking wish!

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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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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 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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findom

Amber 1-844-332-2639 ext 404

Mark, bless his heart, shifted nervously on the edge of my worn velvet chaise lounge. His eyes, usually bright with a hopeful glint, were now clouded with a desperate hunger. He thought I liked him. He truly did. And maybe, in some twisted way, I did. But mostly, I liked the way the crisp hundred-dollar bills felt between my fingers after our sessions.

I moved with a practiced grace, as my many years of dance lessons finally started to pay off. I circled him slowly, my fingertips trailing lightly over the fabric of his neatly pressed shirt. He flinched at my touch, a tremor running through his body. He was so easy to control, a marionette dancing to the tune of my whispered commands. The rules were clear, etched in unspoken agreement between us. He could pump. He could stroke. But he could never, ever cum. He couldn’t touch me, but I could touch him. I was the conductor of this bizarre symphony of frustration, and he was my willing, albeit tormented, instrument. Nothing more than a plaything…A pet.

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Stephanie 844-332-2639 Ext 454

J had me pressed with my back against the brick wall. Neither one of us were familiar with the area. This added anxiety for me and curiosity for him. He leaned in, moving himself up close against me. Feeling his cock, erect, I was extremely turned on. He had been edging me the night before leaving me hungry for his cock, wanting more of anything he was willing to give. My lace panties moist from his constant teasing.

While pressed against me, his ginger beard tickling my forehead he reached down and took my hand in his. Looking down at me his eyes were full of excitement and he gave me a sweet smile. I smiled back but I was unable to keep eye contact. My eyes started to wander about.

“You look scared.” he said laughing. “You’re just making me want it more.” I glanced around, I didn’t see a soul. “Stop it, stop checking for people.” I laughed at myself for being so paranoid that someone might see. “Ok I’m sorry” I slurred. He lowered his shorts exposing his erect cock. “I don’t want you focused on anything but my cock.”

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Stephanie 844-332-2639 Ext 454

I slid myself onto the bar stool next to him, to his right, leaned over and while trying to get the bartender’s attention I noticed him staring at the flat screen tv’s above the bar. He was calm, serene. I was confused, it seemed like he didn’t know I was sitting beside him. I placed my hand on his arm, he was very fit, a body builder.

Still no reaction from him. He sat drinking beer from a pilsner. I gave up when the bartender walked over. “What can I get for you?” Before I could say anything he spoke “Yeah get her a jack and coke.” he spoke loudly and confidently. I sank in my seat. He knew I was fucking sitting here the entire time. Knowing this was intentional I didn’t speak. “Right? That’s your drink of choice” he confirmed, finally making eye contact. “Yep” I shrugged looking away, focusing my attention on the bartender.

J placed his hand on my thigh, slid it between my legs and then further up and under my skirt. He then began rubbing my pussy over my panties.

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ruined orgasm

1-844-332-2639 ext 404

“Ready when you are, Axel,” I said, trying to hide the sheer delight in my voice. Tonight, he had something particularly strange planned and I was pumped for it. “Okay, baby. I want you to take a jar of honey…” he began, his voice sounding low and suggestive. I followed his instructions, a strange mix of amusement and disgust swirling within me. The honey was cold and sticky against my skin as I dolloped it into the back of my panties, then lay down on my bed. Next came the caramel sauce, a thick, sugary stream down the front of my jeans. It was a disgusting concoction, the textures all wrong, the sensation was almost hilarious. I had a hard time not laughing.

As Axel urged me on, describing what he imagined, I started to play along, moaning and writhing as he encouraged me to rub my clit in that sticky mess. “Oh, Amber, you can’t cum yet,” Axel breathed, clearly satisfied with his plan. “You can only cum when I say so.” I lay there, covered in sticky goo, a smirk playing on my lips. “Typical!” I said, laughing. The next few minutes were a mix of edging and frustration, then Axel finally let me cum. I screamed as my body shook, and I squirted all over myself.

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asmr

Amber 1-844-332-2639 ext 404

Zoey and I recently stumbled upon the ASMR fetish community. It was somewhat accidental, after both of our TikTok FYP’s were filled with videos of whispering voices and the strangely compelling sounds of people eating. Zoey had the brilliant idea that we should use this to our advantage – you know, being PSOs and all. “Food-focused ASMR calls,” she’d declared, eyes gleaming. “We’ll be the sex queens of the crunch!”

We decided to advertise our new fetish service on X and our first video call came through Teams, after a quick DM with a guy named “CrunchKing69.” Zoey was already unwrapping a bag of spicy ramen noodles as I answered.  “H-hello,” a nervous voice replied. “Is…is this the, uh, ASMR call?” “You want it, we’ll do it,” Zoey purred, before chomping hard on the crunchy noodles. The sound filled the room, and we could see CrunchKing69 drooling on the other end while stroking his hard dick. Next, it was my turn. I grabbed a handful of crisp green grapes and popped one in my mouth before sinking my teeth into it. The satisfying crunch reverberated through the microphone. “Delicious,” I murmured, chewing slowly. “Want to hear more?”

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