Category: erotic story

Sylvia * 844 332 2639 * 428

Giving the perfect hand job is something I praise myself on.  To me, it’s not just a pump and jerk but a sensual act to bring someone else pleasure. Mutual masturbation we all know is a thrilling experience but bringing someone else to the height of sexual pleasure gives you a different kind of pleasure.  The size of the cock and the shape should always be taken into consideration.  Without stroking up and down and pumping, take your time.  Explore every inch with your soft hand.  Bringing my hand up to the top and wrapping my forefinger and thumb just under the ridge; I turn it like unscrewing a jar.  It’s important to me to use a lube and I prefer Boy Butter lub w/ coconut oil.  Sliding down his shaft and onto his balls takes some of the direct pleasure yet keeps the cock nice and hard. Continue reading “Giving The Perfect Hand Job” →

Sexi Lexi 1844-332-2639 x 261

I’m a slut everywhere I go. I’m not only a freak on the sheets but also on the street. What about work? The best work I do is sex work, like being a phone sex operator. Being a freak really has become my profession. I’m always horny. One time a professor told me: “whatever distracts you from getting the work done will become your job”. He was correct. I would even ask my sister to read me my homework while I would go down on her. There’s nothing that makes me pay more attention than an orgasm. When I would leave our house and walk down the street people would stop me and ask me for help. Because I’m paranoid I’m always thinking it’s help regarding a medical emergency, but every time they just want help cumming.

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xXx Francie xXx 844-332-2639 x 208

Valentine’s day, yuck. Love, yuck. Why do we even need a stupid lovey, dovey holiday when ninety percent of couples are unhappy anyway? It’s literally the dumbest day of the year. Just like every year, I won’t be going out and spreading the stupidity of the love fest.

No, for Valentine’s Day, I’m nice and comfy on my couch, in my favorite PJs, watching reality tv. The kinda stuff we should celebrate! Cheating and drama! That’s real life, not looOovveee. Just as I scrapped the last spoon full of ice cream from the empty carton, I heard a weird noise in my bedroom.  Being alone in the house isn’t normally scary, but I don’t often think an intruder is hiding in my bedroom. Armed with my spoon, I tiptoe down the hall and gently nudge my bedroom door open with my toe. I’m shocked to see cupid standing on my bed with his bright red arrow aimed right at me!

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Sylvia * 844 332 2639 * 428

Tee time at the country club.  You may know I have recently started playing golf again.  It’s not that I am that good but really love playing.  Three of my girlfriends and I play.  As we were getting ready to go out an extremely young handsome young man offered to caddy for us.  All was good and after a few holes, my friends were ahead of me.  The young man decided to wait with me.  It was pretty awful being so bad at the sport.  I chipped into the bushes a few times and he was so understanding.  He offered an opinion as to why I may not able to play so well.  He thinks it’s because of my huge boobs and excused himself as soon as he said it.  Telling him it is a good guess and laughing; we moved on.  The very next hole I hit the ball in the brush again.  Continue reading “Tee Time” →

TS Alexus 844-332-2639 EXT 349

The lights were off when I stepped into the house, but the faint glow of candles made a path from the foyer to the bedroom. Careful not to step on the row of tealights flickering at my feet, I followed them to my room. What I saw next stole my breath. It was like a scene from the most romantic movie.

Ian had filled my room with white candles and rose petals. Not a single surface wasn’t supporting a candle or covered in petals. My hand lifted to my mouth, so in shock, I couldn’t even speak. I didn’t need words, though. Ian saw the pleasure on my face as I struggled to hold back happy tears. He pulled me into his arms and began kissing down my neck. His fingers worked to undo the zipper at the back of my dress, and he whispered, “We wouldn’t want to ruin your pretty dress by covering it in chocolate.”

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VANESSA 1-844-332-2639, ext. 232

British Cougar On The Prowl – This is the kind of fuck where you would be willing to pay and the beg for the privilege of being in my presence. You are definitely in need of some financial counseling from someone who is knowledgeable in financial fucking. You already know a little about my reputation for financial domination. The fact that I show no fucking mercy is a turn on for you. I am always about the business of fucking you over and believe me, business is good. There are so many pathetic and dare I say worthless men to fuck with.

You obviously can’t be trusted to spend your money wisely. Just look at all of the money wasted on that so called family. They don’t care about you. You are just a meal ticket. As yourself what the return on investment is. Very bad decision making there. That’s why you need me to turn it around.

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Crystal 1-844-332-2639 ext 434

Who doesn’t love a bakery? The smells, the sights, the dicks…oh wait, I’m getting ahead of myself! So I went to the bakery the other day, looking for something sweet.

The pastry chef came up to the front to add a beautiful cake to the glass cabinet. Seeing him, I no longer had a taste for cake. He was smoking hot and I wanted to see if I could get something to rise! The cream filling is my favorite part, after all!

 

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Deviant Phone Sex – click here to read part 1 if you want a little hot refresher. 

I whisper to you to get underneath her as I handcuff her hands behind her back. No distractions at all, no hair, or hands. Now Alison can focus on her body, how it feels, and me, how I look.
I push you down to the floor, with Alison on top of you. You protest. I stick her handcuffed hands around your jumping cock and tell you to enjoy.
Then I kick Alison’s legs open and stand over her. I kick off my stylish winter boots and put two pencil-thin stilettos on. Six inches. Strappy. Metal spikes. Very dominant. Your cock really starts moving.
“Alison,” I say as I lift one foot up, “the quicker you make my man cum the quicker this ends.”

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Kayla Cumsalot 1844-33-CANDY ext 357

I could be wearing the most expensive dress or skimpiest lingerie, and the first thing you’d notice is the nylon covering my legs. Wheater I’m wearing soft, black fishnet thigh highs or sheer, suntan nude pantyhose, your gaze drifts right to my legs. Tonight, we’re at a charity function, and you couldn’t care less what dress I’m wearing or what might be underneath because all you can think about is pulling out your cock and rubbing it against my soft nylon-clad legs.

I can see it in your face—the need. You’re so easy for me to read, it’s why I wore them. We sit at the big round table with strangers we’ve never met. The lights dim as the speaker is about to step on stage, and I slip off my high heel. Lifting my leg under the long tablecloth to drape it over your thigh.

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Soul Sucking Succubus Desires

xXx Francie xXx 844-332-2639 x 208

A soul-sucking succubus.

Don’t worry, baby. Your soul isn’t the only thing I’ll be sucking. My mouth is made for much more than trash-talking and laughing at your stupid pencil dick.

I enjoy tonguing down every inch of your desires until I locate your weakness. Once I know exactly how to turn you on, I’ll keep you there—edging you to your breaking point. When you do finally break for me, I’ll sit back, smoke a cigarette and laugh.

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