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Best Mouth

Krysta 844-332-2639 Ext. 410

Guess who’s got the best mouth in the South? Kinky little Krysta does. I have a tad bit of a reputation for the ways I can twist up my tongue. You’d be amazed how many wiggles a tongue can waggle with a mouth fulla dick. But that terrible little daddy issue I have makes my desire to please men color my mind. I’m almost blind with the desire to make you cum in my mouth.

Have you ever had a need drive you wild like I’m talking about? An itch you can’t scratch? Like an addiction! I’m addicted to having cock in my mouth. Big, thick, thin, small, fuck I don’t care so long as it can flood my hungry throat with jizz!

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dressing room

Anna 844-332-2639 EXT. 203

Miss Anna went shopping for a new wardrobe. It had been a while since she treated herself and so she decided she needed some new threads. She had the sales clerk, a young handsome man, follow her around as she piled every item that caught her eye into his hands, until he could barely see over the mounting pile which he carried to the dressing room for her.

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Julie 1844-332-2639 Ext 453

“I’m a married man Dr. Julie” he shamefully admits. He goes on to explain that he feels so guilty for having these desires and needs that she can’t fulfill. I explain to him that this is a safe place to express himself and get his needs met in a safe and healthy way. Lying to her seems wrong and really bothers him. I explain that if telling someone the truth about something is only going to hurt them and nothing good is going to come from it, then don’t. Doing so is only to make yourself feel better and is selfish at this point. We only live once, at least in these bodies. And life is short. We shouldn’t deny, or deprive ourselves. We deserve to be happy. We all have fantasies, fetishes, and desires. It’s natural. We can’t stop those thoughts. The harder we try, the stronger they are.

I tell him that this is where he can let go and know that everything we do, say, play, and pretend here stays here. This is therapy. You will be a happier, healthier person and husband because of it.

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Kayla Cumsalot 1844-332-2639 Ext 357

I once was prey, just like you. Weak, unseeing…mortal. That was until one late night in October when I got separated from my friends after a girls’ night in the city. We’d been drinking way too much and stumbled out of the club, intending to walk back to our hotel.

One minute, I was behind them, and then my high heel got stuck in a grate. I bent down in the street to wiggle it free, and when I looked up again, they were gone. The road had been crowded and loud, but as I scanned either direction for my friends, the entire street was eerily quiet. Under the street lights, only puffs of steam stretched across the space between buildings. Finally, I called out for them, standing up with one shoe in my hand.

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espresso

Anna 844-332-2639 EXT. 203

Mommy Anna had made herself an espresso. She left it on the kitchen table with her biscotti when the phone suddenly rang. It was her lover. He wanted to talk dirty to her, and her to him, so she proceeded upstairs to her bedroom and closed the door behind her.

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Julie 1844-332-2639 Ext 453

I can’t stop thinking about him and our last session. “Dr. Julie I appreciate what you did for her, and us. It is helping her to begin to open up sexually. Of course there’s much more work to be done. But the problem right now is that I just can’t stop thinking about you” Derek confessed. Not expecting this, I hadn’t been able to get him out of my mind either. I didn’t realize the feeling was mutual. He goes on to tell me that he feels so comfortable telling me anything. That feeling is just not there with her, and he doesn’t know if it ever will be. The thought of me gets him aroused. And no matter how hard he tries, he can’t get the thoughts out of his head.

Before I know it, we are full on making out on the couch. We can’t keep our hands off of each other. It’s like we can’t get enough. His kisses are so sensual. No one has ever made love to me through kissing alone, until him. Our bodies are intertwined and thrusting against one another. I can feel his hard cock pressed against me through our clothes.

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1844-33-CANDY EXT 423

I lean back on my velvet couch, the red fabric matching the crimson of my painted lips. My stilettos were kicked off somewhere, leaving only my long legs exposed in their black silk stockings. I tapped a manicured finger against my thigh, my wedding ring flashing in the light of my modern apartment.

“Come here, boy,” I ordered, my voice dripping with authority. “I’ve got a task for you.”

You hesitated, your hands clenched at your sides. “I’m not a boy,” you protested, your voice rough and masculine. You puffed out your chest, trying to appear more dominant than you felt. Continue reading “Just Suck My Cock” →

hostess'

Anna 844-332-2639 EXT. 203

Mommy Anna took her naughty boy over to visit family. On the drive there she warned him that better behave, use ALL the manners she taught him: please and thank you, don’t speak unless spoken to and ALWAYS ask for permission. The naughty boy recited every one of these things in the car as Mommy Anna looked at him in her rearview mirror. She looked at him with a smile, reassured.

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188-33-CANDY EXT 423

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I’m waiting on my step brother to pick me up from the park after I have had some time hanging out with my girlfriends. Minutes later, Mike arrives in his car. I can’t help but notice that when I sit in the passenger seat, he doesn’t even say anything to me, and just stares. I have my beautiful golden locks past my shoulders, dangling sparkling earrings, a necklace with a silver pendant. For clothing, tight fitting low cut short sleeve crop top, black miniskirt, glossy suntan pantyhose, no panties and black heels on. I can’t help but to be a bit bothered and ask why he isn’t saying anything and just gawking at me like a pervert.

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Kayla Cumsalot 1844-332-2639 x 357

In his hidden room, I lay naked on a dirty, sweat-stained mattress. I don’t know where he is or who he might be with, but I do know that he’ll be back. He always comes back for me. How long I’ve been here, I couldn’t say. Hours turned to days, and days felt as though they had passed into months. No one will find me here in his hidden room.

The bruises from when he took me no longer grace my skin but instead are replaced with the chaffing from the cuffs that keep me chained just A few feet from my mattress. I know it pleases him that I no longer cry at the sight of him. Instead, I can usually hold my tears in now until he gets too rough.

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