Mutual Masturbation

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.

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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.

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Trinity 1-844-332-2639 ext 285

Three mouths. Six hands. One night I will never forget. I’d fantasized about it before—more than one man, all eyes on me, all hands on me. But fantasies never prepared me for the real thing. It started with a game. A private party, low lights, drinks flowing, and tension so thick I could taste it. Two of them—tall, muscular, eyes full of hunger. Friends. Teammates. Alphas. And they both wanted me.

I didn’t pick. Didn’t have to. So I looked at both of them, crossed my legs slowly, and whispered, “If you want me, come take me.” And just like that, the night changed. We didn’t make it to the bedroom. They pinned me against the living room wall like I was their shared secret. One kissed me deep and rough while the other dropped to his knees, tugging my panties down and spreading me open with his tongue.

My knees buckled. I moaned into the kiss, one hand tangled in hair, the other gripping shoulders. Every inch of my body was touched hands sliding over my breasts, mouths worshiping every curve. When they carried me to the couch, I was dripping. Begging.

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gaming

Amber 1-844-332-2639 ext 404

I smirked, perched on the edge of Liam’s desk, my gaze raking over him. He was tied to his own gaming chair, a pathetic picture of frustrated desire. Miss Anna, a vision in black leather, circled him with her eyes laser-focused on his, her crimson-painted nails tapping against a riding crop she held with menacing grace.

“Having a little trouble, Liam?” I purred, my voice dripping with mock concern. He just groaned, his eyes squeezed shut, a sheen of sweat slicking his forehead. We’d given him a simple rule: hands behind his head, or else. But the little sub was struggling. “Please,” he gasped, eyes fluttering open to meet mine. “Please, Amber, I can’t! I can’t hold it.”

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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.

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Just Put A Load In!

Trans Goddess Alexus 1844-332-2639 Ext 349

Times are tough recently, and I had to rent out a room in the house. Thankfully, the dude who answered my ad is sexy as fuck. He’s tall and muscular, a real gymrat. He makes me so hard when he struts around the house half-naked, jerking off his shaker bottle to mix his supplements. I just want it to be my cock in that tight grip! The longer we lived together, the more I craved being consumed by his perfect body.

With him going to the gym and being such a sweaty beast, he was always changing clothes and leaving them all over the place. You know, boys will be boys. And yes, I’ve snatched up a sweaty tee or two to snuggle at night, but that isn’t the point! I keep telling him to put a damn load in the washer but he chuckles and tells me he will when he’s ready.

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69FM

       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.

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hotel

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?”

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crush

xXx Francie xXx 844-332-2639 x 208

I have a girl crush. It’s terrible how much I crush over her tiny figure and sweet little curls. My reasons for wishing to be like her are because of him. The man I really want to be with, but I’m too old for him. Too used up and not as fresh and innocent as her. She has the widest eyes that take in the world with wonder and amazement. I think that’s why he wants her so much.

She doesn’t know what a monster he is. I’m sure there hasn’t been a single thought that’s crossed her naive brain about him hurting her, but he will. I know he will because I’m going to hand-deliver her to him so he’ll take notice of me.

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Diana 1-844-332-2639 Ext. 248

It was a gorgeous spring night and the anticipation was electric as I strutted into the venue, my blonde hair bouncing with every step. The headlining rock band was one of my favorites and I couldn’t wait to get lost in their guitar riffs and pounding drums. Little did I know the evening had an even bigger surprise in store…

As I made my way through the excited crowd, my eyes suddenly locked with a very familiar face. There he was – my old flame from a few years back. Tall, dark and devastatingly handsome. He smiled that wicked smile, and I felt my insides clench with desire. We hadn’t seen each other since our fiery breakup, but the sexual tension between us was still off the charts.

We exchanged a few flirty texts during the show, the air crackling with unspoken lust. As soon as the final encore ended and the masses began to file out, he grabbed my hand and pulled me towards the dark parking lot. “My car,” he growled in my ear, giving my ass a firm squeeze. I didn’t need to be told twice.

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