xXx Francie xXx 844-332-2639 x 208
Lying on the floor, I blinked over and over as another load splashed over my face. The big, black Bukakke party was in full swing now. Twelve men stood in a circle around me. Each one stroking a monster like big, black dicks. Purple heads all around, dripping precum down on my skin, and then a gruff grunt would fill the air, and a warm spray of cum would splatter over my skin.
Cory 1-844-332-2639 ext 407
Mr. Harrison, a client I’d only heard whispers about, watched me with an unnerving intensity. He was older, distinguished, with eyes that held a mixture of boredom and simmering amusement. This was my first session with him, and already, I felt like I’d stepped into a different dimension.
“Honey,” he’d instructed, his voice a low rumble. “Something undeniably, gloriously sticky.” My pantry offered few options at that hour. I grabbed the honey, the golden liquid thick and viscous in the bottle. Its sweetness suddenly felt cloying, almost threatening. The air in the room crackled with anticipation. Another woman, Julie, stood across from me, her face a mask of professional detachment. “Mr. Harrison has a challenge for you, Julie,” he announced, his gaze shifting between us.
Julie 1-844-332-2639 Ext 453
“Dr. Julie, I think my husband is a closet sissy. He’s always hiding in my closet and trying on my clothes. He can’t hold a job or get a job because he’s so obsessed with being a sissy. I’m so sick of him not working. So I have an idea. I’m going to turn his obsession into money. That way we will both be happy. Can you please help me? Will you take him shopping for some slutty lingerie? Then take pictures of him in it? So that I can post him for hire?” she practically begged.
It sounded like fun to me. But I had to make sure it was the best thing for him. After having a long session with him, I was confident that it was. He was beyond ecstatic to go lingerie shopping.
So we went and picked out several sexy things for him to try on. Then we headed to the dressing room. He got more and more turned on as he tried each slutty thing on. I could see him getting harder and harder. And my instinct is, see a hard cock, make it cum.
Mama Felicity 1844-332-2639 Ext 270
Funny enough, almost none of my calls are based around mutual masturbation. Ninety percent of the time, I’m diapering a good boy or sissy-fying a good girl, but yesterday, a man called and he asked me to touch myself.
He had me describe my body and to touch those parts of me as I told him about them. My fingers were soft against my skin, hesitant and delicate as I whispered through the phone. It felt like the end of a first date, where you finally get to strip each other and explore every curve of the other person. I was giddy and nervous, but when I heard how his body was reacting to the images my voice planted in his mind, I grew wetter and wetter.
Trinity 1-844-332-2639 ext 285
I was used in the back of the limo. He told me not to wear panties to the gala. I obeyed. All night, I played the part—smiling, sipping champagne, talking politics—while he kept one hand on my lower back and whispered what he was going to do to me. I couldn’t resist but I kept my composure. I was not going to break character.
Everyone watched us like we were royalty. No one knew how filthy I was underneath that gown. When the driver opened the back door of the limo, I slid in first. My dress rose up to my hips. He didn’t wait. He followed, shut the divider, and dragged me onto his lap like I was nothing but his toy. “I’ve been patient all night,” he growled. “Now open your mouth.” He unzipped himself. I dropped to the floor. The driver was still up front. The thrill? Insane.
He used me fast and rough, gripping my hair, face-fucking me while the city lights flickered past. Then he pulled me up, bent me over the seat, and shoved into me from behind, one hand choking me, the other pressing my face to the window. People Continue reading “Used in the Back of the Limo”
Anna 844-332-2639 EXT. 203
Naughty Ronnie decided to go out for a bike ride. He called out to Mommy Anna to let her know he was going out, and this time, he wasn’t met with opposition. . No warning of be home for dinner, or look both ways before you cross the street. He even stopped and waited, but all he could hear was Daddy upstairs listening to the radio. Zoey was in her room quietly reading. He shrugged his shoulders and off he went.
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Julie 1-844-332-2639 Ext 453
Sometimes in life you just need a good revenge fuck. And this was one of those times. I’d been dating him for three and a half long years. From the beginning he was suspicious and jealous. He would accuse me of wanting to be with other people. It was infuriating because I would never do that. It’s not me. I loved him. But I couldn’t convince him otherwise no matter how hard I tried. I’m not sure if it was a lack of confidence, things he’d been through in his life or past relationships, or both. It was sad. So I continued to try to reassure him. And I went out of my way daily to try to prove to him that he could trust me. But it’s not uncommon for someone like this to have an affair first. It’s a twisted self protection mechanism. Somehow in their mind they can’t be hurt if they are the ones to hurt the other first. So that’s exactly what he did. I couldn’t believe that I had allowed him to suck all of my positive energy for so long. And that was the way that he thanked me.
Trinity 1-844-332-2639 ext 285
The way he begs for me is better than any orgasm. It starts with a look. That hungry, needy stare he gets when I walk into the room wearing nothing but a robe and a smirk. He’s already hard before I even speak. I love that about him—how my presence alone is enough to make him squirm.
“Sit,” I say, and he obeys immediately, settling on the edge of the bed with wide eyes and parted lips.I step in front of him, slowly opening my robe. He inhales sharply, gaze locked on my bare skin, hands clenched at his sides like he’s afraid to touch. He knows better. I haven’t given him permission.
“You want it, don’t you?” I ask, teasing my nipples with my fingers, dragging one hand down my stomach. “Yes,” he breathes. “Please.” That’s my favorite part. Not the touching. Not even the orgasm. It’s the begging. I live for that whimper in his voice, the tremble in his thighs as he pleads. When he’s on his knees, tongue out, eyes wide and desperate—there’s nothing sexier.
I slide my panties down slowly, watching him watch me. I can see how badly he wants to Continue reading “The Way He Begs for Me Is Better Than Any Orgasm”
Anna 844-332-2639 EXT. 203 Zoey 844-332-2639 EXT. 403
Ronnie was at the park playing with his friends when suddenly one announced that they had to rush home for the evening special. ‘’What’s that?’’ Ronnie said. ‘’it’s the 69FM! It’s a dirty late night show we try and catch on the radio, they talk about S-E-X!’’ Then another boy piped up: ‘’Last time they told a story about a boy who got spanked and then his Mommy played with his weiner!’’ The boys all ran home. They figured the faster they eat dinner, the faster they could do what they needed to and pretend they were tired so they could go to bed and listen to their favorite dirty late night radio show.
Amber 1-844-332-2639 ext 404
I saunter into your Vegas hotel room, my hips swaying hypnotically as I approach you, the high roller of the night. I’m here with my friend, and together, we have a plan to entice you into giving us your winnings. But first, we want to give you a show you’ll never forget. I turn to my friend, giving her a wink as I begin to slip out of my dress. It pools at my feet, leaving me standing there in nothing but a pair of lacy panties and a seductive smile. My friend follows suit, and soon we’re both standing before you in nothing but our undergarments.
I can see the surprise and desire in your eyes as you take us in. I step closer, my hand reaching out to trace a finger along your chest. “Like what you see?” I ask, my voice low and sultry. You nod, unable to speak as you take in the sight of us. My friend and I exchange a wicked grin, knowing that we have you right where we want you. I move closer, my lips brushing against your ear as I whisper, “Why don’t you sit back and enjoy the show?”