*LUCY* 844-332-2639 xxx- 221
This year my stepson decided to become a camp counselor at a wilderness camp, 4 hours away. Which means he’s gone all summer and I can be a bad girl. So, I’ve decided I want to take up a new hobby since I have all of this free time. I want to be a sexy summer stripper.
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I walked into the empty storefront, the echo of my heels clicking on the polished concrete floor. This was it—the future home of OnlyFucks, a place where anything goes and sex is always on the table. No taboo is too weird or wonderful. I could already see the shelves lined with books, toys, and other delights that would make even the most conservative of folks blush.
My best friend and business partner, Jake, stood by the window, sketching out a layout on a notepad. “You know, Amber, this is going to be a fucking hit,” he said, looking up with a grin. “People are going to love it.” I smiled back, feeling a rush of excitement. “Oh, I know. I can already see the lines out the door. But first, we need to make sure everything is perfect.” He raised an eyebrow. “Perfect? Or perfectly filthy?”
Goddess Rita 1844-332-2639 Ext 413
Lately, I’ve been craving a big boy. You know, a real manly man. Some hefty, masculine, blue collar, good ol’ boy who can toss my ass around and make me feel like the Goddess I am.
I can’t help but lust over greasy, calloused hands that could put me in my place with one squeeze. I want to feel small in his meaty arms. Protected and cherished. Like he’d burn the world for me, and it wouldn’t faze him in the slightest.
Stella 1-844-332-2639 ext 322
From the moment he appeared at my table, a subtle electric current had formed between us. He had kind eyes, the color of warm caramel, framed by lashes that were entirely too long for a man, and a smile that crinkled the corners of his mouth just so. His black uniform, crisp and impeccable, did nothing to hide the athletic grace of his build. He wasn’t just bringing water; he was bringing heat.
“Good evening,” he’d said, his voice a low, smooth baritone. “Can I start you off with a drink?” “You certainly can,” I’d purred, letting my gaze linger a fraction too long on his lips. “And you are…?” He’d offered his name, that easy smile spreading. “Liam. And you?” “Stella.” I held his gaze, a silent challenge in my eyes. “It’s lovely to meet you, Liam.”
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Zesty Zoey 1-844-332-2639 Ext 403
Hey sexy! Come and join me on the floor. We work so hard all day long. It’s time for us to take a break. We need a pause and to just focus on each other. Look, I’ve even made us a little nest of blankets to snuggle in together. I don’t plan for us to snuggle all night long. But there’s no need for us to rush toward any end goal. We’ve got all night long to get to where we’re going. So, for now, we can kiss. Tongues twinging sensually, deeply, and passionately. Hand touching. Caressing each other’s skin, waking up those sensitive nerve endings. Anticipation building. Driving each other higher and higher in our need and passion with every passing moment.
Cory 1-844-332-2639 ext 407
When most folks hear “massage parlor,” they think hot stones and essential oils. And we have those, of course. My hands are good, trained to ease knots you didn’t even know you carried. But it was never quite enough, not for me, and certainly not for some of my more adventurous clients. I noticed a pattern. A look in their eyes, a certain aspect of their tension that a standard massage just couldn’t quite smooth away. They craved a different kind of release, a deeper surrender.
That’s where the “add-on” came in. It started subtly, a suggestion here, a whispered request there. Soon enough, it became my signature service, the one that keeps my regulars coming back, often with that eager, almost wonderous glint in their eyes. After a thorough, tension-melting massage, when their muscles are liquid and their minds are drifting, I offer it. “How about something truly liberating today?” I’d purr, my voice effortlessly reassuring. Many already know what I mean. For those who don’t, I explain: a comfortable, absorbent diaper, snugged just right, a return to a state of complete, unburdened freedom.
Amber 1-844-332-2639 ext 404
I leaned against the wall, crossing my legs seductively. “You like what you see, Mike?” I asked, running my hand up my thigh. His eyes followed my every movement, and I could see his dick straining against his pants. “OH…MY…GOD…YES,” he breathed, taking a step closer. I smiled, standing up and walking towards him. “Well, you’re in luck. I have a special surprise for you today.” I reached into my bag and pulled out a pair of fresh, unopened pantyhose. His eyes widened, and I could see his dick twitch in anticipation.
“Do you want to see me put them on?” I asked, holding up the delicate fabric. He nodded eagerly, and I slowly began to slide the pantyhose up my legs, taking my time to make sure every inch of skin was covered. Once I had them on, I turned around and bent over, giving Mike a full view of my ass. I could hear him groan behind me, and I knew he was aching to touch me. But I wasn’t done teasing him yet.
Julie 1-844-332-2639 Ext 453
It was a four hour road trip to my friend’s ranch. The weather was beautiful. It was a sunny spring day. So I decided to put the top down, turn the music up, and enjoy the long drive. About an hour and a half in, I found myself on a desolate highway. Suddenly I had what I thought at the time was a brilliant idea. I could sunbathe while driving. First, I took off my t-shirt. Then somehow, I managed to get my jean shorts off. So I was driving along in my lacy turquoise bra and panty set. But then I decided that I really didn’t want tan lines. And no one was around. So I thought I might as well take my bra and panties off. I threw them into the passenger seat with my clothes. And there I was driving down the highway naked with the top down and my hair flying in the wind. When all of a sudden, a big gust of wind swooped in. And all of my clothes started flying out. Then I realized that I was going to have to go retrieve my clothes while completely naked. I was mortified.
*LUCY* 844-332-2639 xxx- 221
Do you ever have those days where you just need a hot fuck? You know the days I’m talking about. When you’re so busy with everything you barely have time to eat, let alone fuck. That was me a few weeks ago.
I’m definitely not a mall girl and that week especially I’d been putting off picking some things up there. I only go to the mall when necessary, or when buying kinky things. But that day, it was necessary. I had been so busy that I forgot I had to pick up a few dresses and I needed them for an event the next night. I told you I was busy! I barely had time to eat or sleep which meant time for a hot fuck was nonexistent.
Julie 1-844-332-2639 Ext 453
It was most definitely the test drive of my life. The sexy, young salesman gave me a hands on tutorial of the car, from the passenger’s side. It was quite the experience, so sensual. Every time his hand would graze me, it was electrical. It made my whole body tingle. To be honest, I was a little nervous to be driving under his influence. I literally felt weak in the knees. But I tried to play it calm, cool, and collected. We pulled out of the dealership. I hit the throttle and we were off. The way it took off when I barely tapped the gas peddle shot a rush of adrenaline through my body. My whole body was tingling, especially my pussy. I looked over at him. There was no way I could ignore his hard cock protruding through his pants. I think the speed gave him a thrill as well. He kept looking over at my legs, or between them. I hadn’t planned on test driving anything. So I didn’t really think about the fact that I was wearing a very short dress. And it had ridden up, practically exposing my pussy. He obviously noticed.