Category: erotic story

Molly 1-844-332-2639 ext 449 

The management at my apartment complex is terrible at making timely repairs. I generally take care of small things by myself, but I had no idea how to fix the hole in my bedroom wall. While rearranging my furniture, I dropped one end of my nightstand and now there was a hole in the wall. All the way through to my neighbor’s room. I was screwed. There was no way for me to fix it.

As I was examining the hole, my neighbor walked into his room, looking like he was fresh from a work out or shower. I knew I should look away, but the way the drops of water dripped down his skin was mesmerizing. I knelt down, getting closer to the hole to have a better look.

He stripped out of his baggy shorts and underwear. I’d always thought he was attractive, and I was silently kicking myself for not making a move sooner. He was packing, and I felt my pussy throb with want.

He laid out on the bed and pulled out his phone, scrolling through videos until he found something he liked; idly fondling himself before getting comfortable and focused fully on the screen.

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Molly 1-844-332-2639 ext 449 

A few weeks ago I was cleaning out my Uncle’s storage shed and came across a box of unlabeled VHS cassettes. Who still has cassettes? Luckily I found an old VCR, cords and all, buried halfway down a pile of miscellaneous clothes, electronics and photos. After wrapping up my cleaning for the day I made sure to bring home the cassettes and VCR.

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Stella 1-844-332-2639 ext 322

I flip the page. The paper makes a crisp sound against the silence. “Section 1: Manual Stimulation Protocol,” I recite, reading aloud as if plainly listing the maintenance steps for a failing engine. “Begin the rhythmic application of pressure in accordance with the provided metronome beat. Speed is currently set to sixty beats per minute. Any deviation in tempo will be noted as a failure in mechanical compliance.”

On my monitor, I watch him. He is trembling. Most men think this is about desire. They are wrong. It is about total hydraulic submission. It is about treating his body as an extension of my own apparatus. “Maintain grip,” I command. My tone is flat and clinical. “Apply lubricant to the friction points to ensure smooth operation of the interface. You are not permitted to deviate from the prescribed movement. If the system experiences an overload, you are to suppress the response. Stalling the mechanism is strictly prohibited.”

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Kayla Cumsalot 1844-33-CANDY Ext 357

Part One

Larry couldn’t help himself. So used to being in control that being tied down under me and not having his way was making him crazy. I could almost see the smoke of frustration wisping out of his ears. He felt so good, so hard against my pussy. I had to lift my hips before he convinced me to sit on his shaft. Instead, I slinked back down to sit on his thighs, and my right hand wrapped around his pussy coated cock. “Look at what a mess I’ve made.” I cooed more to his cock than to him as I began stroking his thick erection.

It pleased me to see his chest rise and fall as he tried to control his breathing. How cute it was to watch him fight so as not to beg me. My thumb smeared around the plump crown of his head to gather the heavy bead of precum, and when it drooled onto the pad of my finger, I lifted it to my lips—slowly, opening my mouth while looking into his dark, honey colored eyes. My tongue lapped at the bit of his juice before sucking my thumb into my mouth.

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Amber 1-844-332-2639 ext 404

His name was Julian. I didn’t know his last name and, honestly, I didn’t care. I had met him at the hotel lobby bar only two hours prior. He didn’t talk much, which was a relief. In a place where you don’t exactly belong, silence is the only honest currency.

The hotel’s hot tub was tucked into a secluded corner of the terrace, shielded by heavy, dripping ferns. The chlorine smell stung my nostrils and mixed with the faint, expensive scent of his cologne. When he pulled me into the water, the heat was abrasive, bordering on painful. The thing is, I kinda liked it.

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Nonnino

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Little Anna had a surprise visitor: her Nonnino. Mommy told her to be on her best behavior when Nonnino was over, but she got so excited she went outside to play and tell all of her friends that Nonnino was visiting, and unfortunately, she came home with a really bad cold.

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Mommy's Sissy slut

Phonesex with Felicity 1844-332-2639 x 270

Oh no! Poor baby! Why are you crying? Were your peers mean to you again? Come over here, sit in Mommy Felicity’s lap, and tell me everything. Did they call you names like “Sissy slut” and “Dumb Whore” again?

Listen, people, these days are very accepting, but you are getting bullied for not just living as your authentic self! But Mommy is here, and she knows how to fix this. Hug me close, and mommy will tell her good little doll all about how to stop getting bullied.

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Kayla Cumsalot 1844-33-CANDY Ext 357

A naked Lacie stood between Amber and me. We circled her, like predators assessing their prey. A lesson needed to be taught, and there was no one better to deliver it. “Let’s get you in this bra,” Amber told Lacie, who lifted her arms. Amber slipped the silky straps up Lacie’s arms and hugged her to clasp the bra tight.

From behind Lacie, my hands scooped into the cups, adjusting her tits so they sat up nice and pretty. Our student moaned at our touches, and we praised how pretty she looked. The lessons for today would be how to clean up a used pussy, both Amber and I were leaking into our panties, and to take cock like a girl.

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Amber 1-844-332-2639 ext 404

Guys, I’m starving. No, not for proteins or fiber or the sensible things people eat to keep their hearts beating. I’m starving for the velvet texture of a hot load of cum against the roof of my mouth. It’s not like I don’t get enough cock or anything. I mean, we all know I’m a certified whore! lol But the reality of my world is that I took this job because I’m a cumslut and simply can’t get enough cum (or cock) to satisfy my cravings!

I can taste it even now, a phantom saltiness, sometimes slightly bitter, sometimes slightly sweet. My jaw aches to be stretched wide enough to take a thick, long, juicy cock balls deep down my throat. It’s a physical hunger that can’t be silenced.

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Cory 1-844-332-2639 ext 407

I’ve learned that the world is essentially a runway if you have the right silhouette. Every step I take feels like a choreographed performance. It’s almost a game at this point – counting the lingering men with their eyes locking onto the sway of my MILF ass. My hips sway with a deliberate, rhythmic grace that leaves absolutely nothing to the imagination.

I don’t shy away from their hunger. Instead, I adjust my stance just a fraction, letting the ambient lighting catch the contours of my BBL. That’s right, I have one. The blatant staring is a testament to the fact that my investment is working exactly as intended.

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