Avery 1-844-332-2639 ext. 228
Do you have a secret desire? Something you crave but also know it’s wrong. I do, and it’s older men.
Ever since high school my secret desire has been the touch of someone much older than me. I know it’s wrong, but I also can’t seem to help myself. I figured college would be the perfect place to meet guys my age and put this secret desire behind me. But I was wrong. I actually had even more access to the cock I wanted more than anything.
Amber 1-844-332-2639 ext 404
“Like what you see?” I ask, teasing you. “Fuck, Amber. You have no idea,” you reply, your voice husky with desire. You reach out, your fingers tracing a path along the exposed skin of my chest. I shiver, goosebumps rising on my arms. You lean in, your mouth close to my ear. “I could spend all day just playing with these,” you whisper, your breath hot against my skin. I laugh, grabbing your hand and pulling you towards the bedroom.
“Well, why don’t you then?” I suggest, my voice dripping with suggestion. I strip off my top, my breasts bouncing free. You waste no time, diving forward and capturing one in your mouth. I moan, my head falling back as you suck and tease my nipple. Your other hand comes up, cupping my other breast and kneading it gently. “Oh, fuck, that feels good,” I gasp, my fingers tangling in your hair.
Roxy (844) 332-2639 Ext 414
What a wild night. One night a sweet, older gentleman client invited me over to his place after my shift at the club. I agreed. He’s a shy, quiet guy. I figured he was probably just lonely. He probably just wanted to hang out. And talk. He never seemed interested in a private dance. He didn’t give me a sexually active vibe. But he had been a regular member of the club since I’ve worked there. Maybe it just takes a lot of work to get him worked up. I was either in for a long night of hearing his stories. Or a long night of trying to get him off. All of a sudden, I was regretting and dreading it. But I knew he would ultimately make it worth my while. They all do. The club doesn’t put up with members that are rude or take advantage of the girls.
Diana 1-844-332-2639 Ext. 248
Baybeee, come closer. I have a little secret I want to share with you. When we’re getting intimate, I imagine my big juicy titties wrapped around your head as you worship them… Does that sound crazy to you? I’ve been dreaming of suffocating you with my massive melons for so long now. To feel your face completely concealed between my pillowy soft breasts, gasping for air while you motorboat my cleavage. Mmmm, the thought alone makes me tingle!
My babycakes, I know you adore my girls. The way they spill out of my lacy bras, just begging to be squeezed. Well imagine them squeezing the life out of you instead! Hehe, oh, the twisted games we could play together. I’d lean over you in bed, letting my boobs dangle tantalizingly above your face. Then WHAM! Planted right on your head like a big titty helmet.
Aynsley 1-844-332-2639 Ext. 459
You guys, I just can’t get enough of slurping and gobbling hot, hard cock. Like, put it in my pretty, little mouth!! It’s seriously like my favorite pastime, right after getting that degree and sipping Starbucks.
I really lucked out in the oral skills department because I was blessed with a flexible little throat. Like, I can go allll the way down without even gagging. Talk about a gift! My ex-BF used to get off on hearing me take him balls deep, no problem. I’d just wrap my soft lips around his beefy tip and SLLLOOOOOOWLY swallow him up, inch by delicious inch, until my nose would hit his pelvis. The look of awe and ecstasy on his face? Priceless.
Anna 844-332-2639 EXT. 203
Daddy Ron was having a really hard time at work and at home. Mommy Anna was too busy disciplining and spanking the naughty little ones, and so he was feeling very neglected. They didn’t have their date nights anymore and he suspected that Anna might be up to no good. I mean, who was she always on the phone with late at night anyway?
Julie 1844-332-2639 Ext 453
“I can cum to the sound of your voice” he whispers. “It’s sexy and sultry. And it makes my dick so freaking hard. You don’t even have to be saying anything sexual. It’s just your voice. No one has ever had this effect on me before. How do you do this?” He whispered. I giggled. “No, I’m serious. Your voice echoes through my mind. And I keep getting drawn back for more. I can’t stay away. I’ll be sitting in the middle of a business meeting, and your voice will keep playing through my mind like a broken record. I can’t stop it. No matter how hard I try. And my dick will literally start getting hard. Just at the thought of your voice. So I sit in meetings getting harder and harder. By the time it’s finally over, I have a huge, obvious boner in my pants. It’s so embarrassing. Because my coworkers are probably wondering what on earth or who during the meeting gave me a hard on.”
“That’s when I go back to my office. I lock the door and close the blinds. Then I call you.”
Belle 1844-332-2639 X 444
Between classes, I snuck outside for a quick smoke. I didn’t have time to grab my coat, so I wrapped my arm around myself and bounced in place. The hot air from my breath puffed in the frozen air, making it hard to tell between smoke and breathing, so I figured I could get away with it so long as no goody two shoes caught me and tattled.
My fingers pinched the butt as I sealed it between my lips and inhaled. I held my breath as a noise behind me caught my attention. Whipping around, I saw Pathetic Patrick shivering behind me. His eyes were glued to my thighs, and his lips were parted in awe. “B-Belle?” I puffed the smoke I was holding in his face, and he whimpered out a moan.
Amber 1-844-332-2639 ext 404
Your hands reach out, exploring the landscape of my body. They trace the curve of my hips, the indent of my waist, and finally, they find their way to my breasts. A soft moan escapes my lips as your fingers graze my nipples, sending jolts of pleasure straight to my core.
I watch as you lower your zipper, freeing your thick, hard dick. It’s a sight that never fails to make my pussy ache with need. I step closer, pressing my breasts against your chest, our skin slick with anticipation. “Fuck, Amber,” you groan as I take your dick in my hand, guiding it between my breasts. The sensation is mesmerizing, both for you and for me. The feeling of your hard length sliding between my soft mounds, coated in a sheen of sweat, is unlike anything else. I look up at you, our eyes locked in a passionate gaze as I begin to move.
Rachel 1*844*332*2639 Ext 457
Why am I so naughty? I’m always thinking very kinky, taboo, and devious thoughts. Like everyone I see or meet, I start imagining them naked. My dirty mind doesn’t stop there though. Then I start obsessing over what their sexual body parts look like…all of them. Then I start imagining having sex with them and doing things to them. It doesn’t matter who it is. I can’t help myself. But it’s a problem. I don’t even hear what they’re saying to me. Because I’m always deep in some crazy fantasy about doing very naughty things to them. It could be people at church or even my family members. I can’t believe how much I fantasize about my naughty uncle and my own Daddy. No one would suspect me of having these kinds of thoughts. I mean I have always had a rebellious streak. But this is on another level. And I haven’t even mentioned my professor yet. But when I think about his wife being naked, yuck. I don’t want to do anything to her. And it makes me completely understand why he wants to do everything to me.