



Janine 1-844-332-2639 ext 462
Where are all my foot freaks? The boys who can’t get enough of toes, soles, insteps, and heels. Those who worship every inch of a sexy woman’s foot like mine. I know what drives you wild and I’m prepared to give you exactly what you need. It’s time for a sensual and sexy foot job for my foot freaks. My feet are lotioned and pedicured. So, they’re soft and beautiful and ready to tease you into mind blowing ecstasy. Get down in front of me and prepare for me to control you with these sexy feet until you explode all over them.

Mary 1844-332-2639 ext 350

Zesty Zoey 1-844-332-2639 Ext 403
Let me tell you about the time I scared my captor. One minute I was walking down a dark alley. The next minute I found myself waking up tied and gagged in an unfamiliar room. I blinked and looked around. Finally, I spotted a masked man sitting off to the side watching me as I gathered my bearings. “What am I doing here?” I asked. My question came out muffled behind the gag in my mouth. He reached forward and tugged the gag out of my mouth. “What am I doing here?” I asked again, clearly this time. He grinned what I assumed was supposed to be an evil filled grin and told me that he’d taken me to be his personal play thing.

Stella 1-844-332-2639 ext 322
His name is Mark. He is tall, dark‑haired, and he wears a suit that looks like it was made for him. I felt a strange heat in my chest when I saw him. I told myself it was just nerves because I really needed the merger to go through.
We sat across a long table. Papers were spread out, charts on the screen, coffee steaming in the corners. I asked about his company’s goals. He answered with a calm voice that made my thoughts drift. I could see his eyes flicker to my lips when I spoke.
Continue reading “I Wanted To Rip The Suit Right Off Of Him”

Melanie 1-844-33-CANDY ext 463
We were parked at a park late at night where we were the only ones around. I turned and looked at Mike, and he was staring at my hands. I thought that was a little strange, but I knew him so well and I could read his mind. My little naughty friend wanted a fabulous hand job. Did I mention though, he’s itty bitty, so it’s more like a finger job than a hand job, but I liked making him happy!
I started unbuttoning and unzipping his pants so I could get his bitty out and start stroking it. He looked at me with big doe eyes and there were twinkling. He was being so naughty and devious. “You may act like an innocent little goody goody but I’ve heard the way you talk when my hand is in your pants. You’re not even close to innocent,” I said, giggling.

Mama Felicity 1844-332-2639 Ext 270
Now the fun in the playroom had spiked! Sluterella seemed to be getting more and more comfortable (and mouthy) the more we passed her around. She was getting hornier and hornier, tasting more of her precum for each PSO who took ownership over her.
I watched, while setting up other calls, as Amber used the black whore and passed her to Anna. By the time Anna was finished putting the little bitch on her knees, she was back in my DM’s begging to cum. “Please, Ma’am. I did my job, I got passed around, may I cum?” I smirked into my screen and told her she’d have to wait till my current call was finished. Denying desperate cocks always makes my own panties wet. Plus, I was anxious to see that fucking cock again! Continue reading “Passing Around Sluterella Part Three”

Amber 1-844-332-2639 ext 404
Derek knew I wanted to go to Las Vegas. As soon as I answered his video call, he panned the camera outward. The Bellagio fountains erupted behind him, with water arcing under the cold platinum glare of floodlights. “Surprise, my little New York raindrop,” he said. His voice rumbled so low I could feel in my bones. “Close your eyes,” he whispered. “Think of how you looked when you came the last time I touched you.”
I didn’t close my eyes. Instead, I let the image of him fade as the fountains crescendoed, their mechanical thrum syncing with the pulse in my dripping wet pussy. When I looked back, the screen showed not his face, but his body. Drenched in sweat, naked except for the sheen of the Vegas night. His hands slowly traced the curve of his ribs, as if he were sculpting himself out of muscle and clay.

Stella 1-844-332-2639 ext 322
I have always liked the dark side of control. Sometimes, I think back to the hallway of my old school, where the smell of chalk and old books mixed with the scent of my very hot teacher’s cologne. Mr. Harris was my English teacher for three years. He was kind, with a soft voice that could make Shakespeare feel like a whisper in a lover’s ear. To me, anyway.
After graduation I left the town. I moved to the city, and learned how to dress in black leather and how to make a command sound like a promise. I became a domme. This entire time, I kept Mr. Harris’s name in a notebook with his birthday, his favorite coffee, even the way he tapped his pen when he was thinking. It was a secret map, like a game that only I could see.

Isabelle 1844-33-CANDY Ext 464
The wooden screen between us felt like a joke as I pressed my thighs together, my bare folds sticking against the smooth of the kneeler. ” Forgive me, father, for I have sinned.” I began, my voice deliberately breathy .” I have been touching myself in the chapel, imagining your hands on my body instead of god’s, a true confessional desecration.”
Father Micheal”s sharp intake was audible even through the lattice. I could almost hear his heartbeat as I continued. “Last night, as I lay in my cot with my habit pushed up in my waist, my fingers circling my clit until I was dripping. I imagine you walking in, catching me, your cassock tented with arousal.”