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Amber 1-844-332-2639 ext 404

The floor of my dungeon is cold, but Puppet doesn’t seem to notice. He hasn’t moved for twenty minutes, the poor thing. His knees are pressed firmly into the hardwood and his head is bowed so his chin brushes his chest. Here, he exists in that perfect, vacant space between my commands, like a human instrument waiting for the hand that plays him.

I lean back in my red velvet armchair and savor the view. To anyone else, he might be a man, but to me he is exactly what I named him. “Pussy-Free Puppet Plaything.” And he knows it. “Look up,” I say. My voice is low and doesn’t quite sound the way it does in my everyday life. Puppet obeys instantly. His eyes, usually clouded with the chaotic noise of his own thoughts, are now hollow, stripped of everything but the singular need to serve. He is nothing if not for my direction.

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Molly 1-844-332-2639 ext 449 

The storm had driven me into the sea caves, but it was the silence inside that truly trapped me. The water here didn’t crash; it lapped against the smooth rocks like a warm breath against skin. I waded deeper, the bioluminescent algae painting the water in an electric indigo that barely illuminated the area around me. Then, the water shifted; a slow, hydraulic swell rose against my thighs, wet and deliberate.

Out of the glowing depths, the first one emerged. It wasn’t rough, but impossibly sleek and cool. A dark, muscular ribbon of flesh breaking the surface without a sound. It brushed against my calf, an almost teasing, feather-light caress that sent an immediate shiver straight up my spine. I froze, my breath catching in my throat, terrified but transfixed.

Another rose, followed by three more; all of them slick and glistening with a pearlescent sheen. They circled me in the water, a slow-motion ballet of fluid muscle. One rose higher, draping itself over my knee. The underside was lined with soft, pale suckers that dimpled against my bare skin. The suckers didn’t hurt. Instead, they created a strange, rhythmic vacuum. A series of tiny, pulsing pressures that felt almost…

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Just My Finger

Trans Goddess Alexus 1844-332-2639 Ext 349

Mmm, I know you’re nervous. You’ve never been with someone like me. All those confusing thoughts swirl in your head, making it difficult for you just to enjoy the pleasure I can bring you. Are you a faggot if you let me fuck you? Are you gay if you cum in my mouth or only if you swallow my cum?

Stop thinking and watch me suck your cock. From my knees, I look like any other girl you’ve been with. Soft lips, a wet tongue, hungry eyes staring up at you. The only difference is when I slip just a finger into your ass, it’s to open you up for my shecock.

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Trampled Fuck Boy

Goddess Rita 1844-332-2639 Ext 413

Boys are basically doormats. Really, they are. Nothing but flesh bags begging to be trampled. Travis knows his place and always lies down on his back so I can break in my new stilettos. The sharp points crave puncturing his skin, and I shiver when he hollers from under my weight.

Last night, he was wearing jeans and no shirt. I guess he thought the denim would protect him from my Louboutins. I stood near his hip and gave a swift kick to his hip. He wheezed a “Thank you, Goddess, please step on me,” and I lifted my left foot to his thigh. I stepped up and pressed all my weight into the ball of my foot. Giving him a small taste of what was to come.

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Threesome with My Son

Lea 1844-332-2639 Ext. 244

“Trey!” I hollered over my shoulder as I rode the faggot pipe under me. He was denying what he was, but I felt his cock twitch inside of me at the sound of my boy’s name. We’d bumped into him in the hall on the way up the stairs to fuck, and I saw all I needed to see. This boy was craving big black cock, and I knew someone who could deliver.

“Yeah, Ma?” Trey’s deep voice entered the room from behind me. I kept bouncing, letting my boy see my massive titties wobble.

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Driving Jon Home

Kayla Cumsalot 1844-33-CANDY Ext 357

As most of you know, my schedule is a mess. It can be so difficult to nail down some Kayla Cumsalot time. Now, ideally, when I’m stroking you off, I’d like you to be at home. Comfortable and alone. Somewhere, where there are no distractions, and you can focus solely on me. However, we don’t live in an ideal world, do we? Work and family can keep you from putting your hands in your pants for me, and we have to be flexible and adjust.

That’s why Jon calls me while he is driving home from work. A fifteen-minute drive with lots of traffic lights. And because I’m kind of a bitch and want my dumb sub toy to be safe, he is only allowed to stroke when stopped at a red light.

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Sweet Lovin Kayla 1844-33-CANDY ext 357

Sweet Lovin Kayla 1844-33-CANDY ext 357

Kayla loves a good SWAT just as much as the next slut, but today she’s itching to SPANK YOU. You’re sweet, BARELY LEGAL Goddess has selected a few of my favorite toys to use on your willing flesh. So strip down, bend over this bench before you. Let’s get started, shall we?

First, I’ll use the palm of my bare hands to warm up your supple skin with several soft spanks. Secondly, rubbing and kneading your ass cheeks until you’re squirming and your poor little cock is standing STRAIGHT up like it thinks it will get attention tonight. It won’t. Tonight is all about your perfect little ASS and my desire to spank you.

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Rachel 1*844*332*2639 Ext 457

Loser #114 called again. He was just as pathetic as all of the previous times. I can’t believe how he is so easily controlled and manipulated by a nineteen year old bratty teen tease. All I have to do is tell him what a fucking loser he is and he starts oinking and throwing money at me. I just giggle and say “$cha$ching” over and over again. And he just keeps oinking and throwing money. He really is a total fucking loser. I decided to see what all I could get him to pay me for. So I made him suck on a dildo and tell me what a fucking loser he is while he was gagging on it. That turned him on so much that he begged me to drain his wallet. So I did just that while I took the dildo and shoved it up his ass and fucked him with it. He oinked the whole time. So I took it out of his ass and made him lick it clean. That made the pathetic little loser’s dick hard. It was time to take it to the next level.

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Trans Goddess Alexus 1844-332-2639 Ext 349

After my morning coffee, it was time to pull out my smother slave—the one who lives in a box under my bed. The box is on wheels and is so convenient. When I wish to forget I own a slave, I simply shove the drawer-like compartment under my bed and forget about him, but when I wish to use him as my toilet slave, a quick pull, and there he is!

Strapped down on his back inside the box that sports two holes. One for his face and one for his erection. Just the feeling of being pulled from under the bed gets him hard because he knows my ass is soon to follow.

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Julie 1-844-332-2639 Ext 453

One day after school, I walked into my room and found Daddy sniffing my panties. When I asked him what he was doing he told me that he just loves the way his precious little angel smells. I told him that it was silly for him to smell my panties when he can just smell me instead. His eyes lit up and he asked if he could smell me right then and there. I told him of course he could. He asked me if he could smell me anywhere. I giggled and said yes. That’s when he told me to take all of my clothes off. So I did. Then he told me to lay down on my bed. So I did. He leaned down and put his face in my tummy. Then he closed his eyes and took a long, deep breath. He held it for several seconds as if he was just savoring my smell. Next, he took my legs and spread them wide open. He cupped my butt cheeks in his hands and lifted me up off the bed. Then he planted his face between my legs and licked from my asshole to my clit and back.

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