succubus

Amber 1-844-332-2639 ext 404

My Succubus costume was cheap red vinyl and was slutty enough that I felt the wind lift the hem with every step. I’d spent an hour applying black as night liquid eyeliner and slicking on the perfect shade of red lip gloss that tasted like artificial cherry and bad decisions. I wanted every eye on me. The kind of attention that made lesser girls blush, the kind that promised chaos.

I moved through the crush of masked students like I owned the ground, thriving on the whistles and the lingering stares. Every glance felt like a currency, and I was rolling in it. That’s when I saw him. He was standing alone, leaning against the wrought-iron fence of an old, unused cemetery that bordered the sidewalk—a classic mistake, I realized later.

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Step-Son Needed A Hand

Lea 1844-332-2639 Ext. 244

My poor step-son has really had a go of it lately. First, his girlfriend broke up with him, and then a few days later, he got into a dirt bike accident that broke both his arms! He’s been so miserable and unable to do anything! Recovering has been hard on all of us. His dad normally bathes him and sits with him during the day while I’m at work, but a big out-of-town meeting came up, and I was tasked not only with keeping him company but also with keeping his spirits up.

I was sitting beside his bed on the third day we’d been by ourselves when I noticed him squirming. “Are your pillows in need of adjusting, baby?” I asked, standing to come by his side and help him with anything he may need. He looked up at me with the oddest expression.

“I’m so embarrassed.”

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Femme Domme Friday

Goddess Rita 1844-332-2639 Ext 413

The hunk at the gym was very bold when he approached. “I’d do anything you said so long as I got to taste your sweaty ass,” I smirked and nodded. We’d see what a good boy he’d make, it WAS Femme Domme Friday, after all.

He thought he’d drive us to his house, but he quickly learned he wasn’t going to have any control in this situation. He sat in the passenger seat of my car as I drove to my house, with my hand rubbing his upper thigh. My fingers grazed close to his cock, teasing him with what was to come, but never brushing his needy erection. The stud’s hips bucked trying to get some friction during the quick drive back to mine, but he still had no idea what he was in for.

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Roxy 1(844) 332-2639 Ext 414

It had been a couple of weeks since the mysterious client captivated my curiosity. I still had no idea who he was. He sat in a dark corner so I couldn’t see his face. For some reason, I was so intrigued and drawn to him. So much so that I slipped deep into fantasy while I was on stage. In my mind, I was giving him a private dance. But when I opened my eyes, he was gone. And I haven’t been able to get him out of my mind ever since. It’s crazy to think about someone you don’t even know.

Then out of the blue, just as quickly as he disappeared, he reappeared. Again, he sat in the back. So I couldn’t see his face. But I recognized his choice of designer suit. He got my heart and clit going pitter patter once more. This time I didn’t take my eyes off of him. I didn’t want him to be able to escape again. But somehow, he did. He is quick, slick, and swift. I couldn’t believe it. He was so mysterious. I started asking the other girls if they knew who he was. But no one did.

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Stella 1-844-332-2639 ext 322

The worst color in the world is the pale yellow bubble hovering over my chat box. It means they are typing. They are pouring out their sad feelings, treating the glowing screen like a confessional booth, all for free. They know I trade attention for currency. Simple, brutal, and utterly true. I’m Quebecoise, which means I’m precise about my costs, and the cost of having me pretend to care about your awful Tuesday is non-negotiable.

Right now, it’s Edgar. He’s forty-something, lives somewhere humid, and sends me paragraphs about his failing marriage and his collection of vintage model trains. He keeps sending me these long, dense messages, hoping that sheer volume of misery will somehow earn him a response. But he’s not getting one unless he pays.

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Sexy Costumes

*LUCY* 844-332-2639 xxx- 221

It’s Halloween time so you know what that means, sexy costumes for my sissy girls! It’s the best time of year for my girls. When all my little sissies can shed their inhabitations and look sexier than ever.

All year long you secretly wear lingerie, panties and the hottest women’s clothing. But on Halloween all bets are off and the sexy costumes come out in full force!

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Jackie 1-844-332-2639 Ext. 330

I guess it’s high time I share the tale of how my juicy ass earned its reputation round these parts. Folks round here say I’ve got the kind of cushion a fella needs for some serious poundin’ against my sweet pink pussy.

I remember the first time I caught our farmer boy neighbor, Jeb, eyein’ me up real good. He’d been helpin’ my daddy out in the fields since he was knee-high to a grasshopper, but there was somethin’ new in his gaze that summer. One hot July evening, after the sun dipped below the pine trees, Jeb came knockin’ on our screen door. He looked at me with them big, hungry eyes, and I knew exactly what he wanted.

“Well, what brings ya to our doorstep?” I asked, swishin’ my skirt around as I sashayed to the door.

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Aynsley 1-844-332-2639 Ext. 459

Did you know my favorite thing ever is to give you JOI while I’m also fingering this tight, 20-year old hole? I just had the BEST JOI phone call and had to tell you about it. Seriously, please goon for me.

I leaned back against my pillows, fully nude, and spread my legs wide. The cool air of my dorm room made my skin tingle. “First things first, I want you to get comfortable and take out whatever you need to stroke your cock for as long as I say so. Today, I’m in control.”

I started slow, teasingly rubbing my hands up and thighs, savoring the sensation. “Remember, you don’t get to cum yet. You’ll know when it’s time.” I moaned softly, my fingers tracing the edge of my panties before slipping beneath.

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Zesty Zoey 1-844-332-2639 Ext 403

I followed Francie reluctantly though the forest.  It wasn’t the hike through the forest that protested.  Rather what she lead me through the woods to find that I had an issue with.  “What makes you Vampires and other monsters are real, Francie?” I asked in exasperation.  We’d been hiking for hours without even a hit of this elusive cave she insisted existed out here.  She dismissed me with a wave of her hand and looked down at her cell phone with a curse.  “Damn it, I’ve lost signal. I know I can still find it though.” Frannie proclaimed.  I just rolled my eyes and continue to follow her over the roots and through the surrounding trees.

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Diana 1-844-332-2639 Ext. 248

I stood tall, arms crossed beneath my ample bosom, surveying the trembling forms of my loyal subjects. They knew better than to meet my piercing gaze directly, their eyes cast downwards in deference. “Bow down, my little worshippers,” I commanded, my husky voice dripping with sultry dominance.

One by one, they sank to their knees before me, faces pressed to the cold floor in supplication. I have deemed them unworthy to gaze upon my radiant glory. I savored the sight, a delicious thrill coursing through my core.

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