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Molly 1-844-332-2639 ext 449 

The dim amber glow of the lounge was a stark contrast to the cool rain tapping against the penthouse windows. Tonight, the world outside didn’t exist. There was only the low hum of the jazz record playing in the corner, and the undeniable tension stretching between the three of us on the velvet sofa.

Elena sat to my left, her fingers idly tracing the rim of her glass. While her husband was stretched out on my right. He was watching me with a quiet, intense focus that made my skin prickle with anticipation.

“You’re remarkably quiet tonight,” Elena murmured, her voice a low purr. She leaned in closer, the faint scent of jasmine drifting between us. Her hand found my knee, her fingers resting lightly, warm even through the fabric of my dress.

“Just taking it all in,” I replied, my voice slightly breathless.

Her husband shifted, closing the distance on the other side. He reached out, warm hand cupping the back of my neck, his thumb gently stroking the sensitive skin just beneath my ear. A soft shiver rippled down my spine. Caught between the two of them, the sheer sensory overload was entrancing. I was the absolute center…

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Cock Sucking Pro

*LUCY* 844-332-2639 xxx- 221

Would you consider yourself a cock sucking pro? No?!? Well that’s just too unfortunate for me to let continue. Stick with me and I’ll make sure you’re on the right path to getting your first cock in between those lips of yours.

If you know me you know that I will not take no for an answer once I decide to make you my cock sucking protege. You wouldn’t want to let me down anyway, would you? Of course not. So just accept your new role as my personal cock sucking pro and we’ll have zero issues.

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Stella 1-844-332-2639 ext 322

I call it my gallery, though most would call it a dungeon. People focus too much on the wreckage of souls left behind in my wake, but never enough on the tools that craft such transformations. I walk the length of the room, as my heels click against the polished floor. To my left, the rack of whips perfectly catches the dim light. They are my finest instruments, with each one balanced to a fraction of an ounce. I use them frequently and adoringly.

Further down the wall, protected behind glass, lies my collection of heavy iron toys. These are for when I require total stillness. The weighted spreaders, the chrome-plated clamps, and the intricate, velvet lined locks all look so pretty in their perfect places. Each piece is a masterpiece of cold, unyielding geometry. I love the way they look…clean, clinical, and utterly indifferent to the humanity they are meant to restrain.

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Molly 1-844-332-2639 ext 449

His hands were trapped beneath my own, pinned gently but firmly against the mattress. His breath came in ragged, uneven shallow puffs, his eyes wide and dark with a desperate, beautiful focus.

“Please,” he whispered, the syllable catching in his throat.

“Not yet,” I replied, my voice a low, teasing thread in the quiet room.

I leaned down, tracing the line of his jaw with the tip of my tongue. Deliberate and slow. Every movement I made was a calculated exercise in restraint. I dragged my fingertips down his chest, barely skimming the surface of his skin. Watching the way his muscles jumped in response to the agonizingly light touch. He arched into it, searching for the deep, heavy friction he craved. I shifted my weight just out of reach, denying him release.

Keeping someone on the precipice is a delicate art. It requires reading the exact moment the tension becomes too much to bear, and then pulling back just a fraction of an inch.

I hovered over him, letting my hair brush against his skin. I pressed against him, offering an agonizingly fleeting, brief taste of full contact. Then slowing the rhythm down to a tortuous crawl. He let… Continue reading “The Edge of Pleasure” →

Little Rachel 1*844*332*2639 Ext 457

After I transformed my friend Brady into Brandy, and got her deflowered, she promised to use me as her cosmetology school model. I couldn’t wait for her to practice on me. I was excited to be her test dummy. Not only did I get the treatments for free but I got to learn things like how to do my makeup. I’ve never been really good at doing my own hair and makeup. Plus, I could use a little pampering after the long summer hours working at the breastaurant. So when Brandy called me for my first gig, I was so excited. But then she told me not to be. She said this one wasn’t going to be pleasant or glamorous. Then she had to go without explaining any further. I was curious and suddenly hesitant. But I knew I couldn’t let her down. I had already promised to be her model for every exam. And there was no time left to find a fill in. So I braced myself for the worst and headed over there. But I had no idea what to expect. My mind was running wild all the way over there.

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Molly 1-844-332-2639 ext 449  

The afternoon sun beat down on the crowded city park, and all my attention was focused on the few inches of shared space on our picnic blanket. Around us, distractions abounded; a group playing volleyball, dogs chasing frisbees. To anyone passing by, we were just two friends enjoying a lazy Sunday.

No one saw the way your bare knee was pressed firmly against mine; an unyielding point of contact that sent my groin throbbing.

You shifted closer, leaning back on one elbow under the shade of a massive tree. The movement caused your sunglasses to slide down the bridge of your nose, exposing intense eyes that locked onto mine. “It’s beautiful out here,” you murmured. Voice low enough that it was almost swallowed by the ambient chatter.

Your hand was doing the real talking.

With agonizing slowness, your fingers trailed up my calf, tracing along the edge of my clothes. My breath hitched, quiet intake that I forced myself to mask by taking a slow sip of my drink. The sheer thrill of the surrounding crowd made my skin prickle with electricity.

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Summer Suckfest

Avery 1-844-332-2639 ext. 228

It’s finally beautiful outside which means one thing, we need to get you ready for a summer suckfest. Have you spent the winter sucking off hung men? Or at the very least practicing on dildos? Because you don’t want to go into this summer lacking skills, do you? I didn’t think so.

Having a little dick sucking refresher is good every now and then. Especially when we’re on the verge of unlimited cock during this year’s epic summer suckfest. Even the most experienced sluts can always get better. Just think about how many cocks you can show off your new skills to.

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Dumb Little Butthole Slut

Mama Felicity 1844-332-2639 Ext 270

Once upon a time, Nicki was a cool boy. Popular with the ladies because of his charming smile and giant dick, but then he met Mama Felicity and made a stupid wish. “I want to be a humiliated, diapered, bimbo buttslut.” And like the phone sex genie I am...

I made all of Nicki’s wishes come true. Now, the blonde bimbo not only has a prescription for diapers (wearing 24/7 will ruin any control you think you have) but she pays her rent by slutting out her butthole for real men while she’s caged and denied any pleasure.

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Molly 1-844-332-2639 ext 449 

The heavy curtains of my bedroom balcony were drawn back just an inch, leaving a narrow vertical sliver of glass exposed to the cool night air. The amber lamplights cast a soft orange glow over the scene, and there he was.

The gardener was working late, clearing the tangled vines near the stone fountain. He had discarded his shirt hours ago, his shoulders and back glistening under the soft light. Every movement was deliberate, a hypnotic display of fluid strength as he moved through the shadows.

I stood in the darkness of my room, completely hidden, watching his every move. My breath hitched as he stopped, tilting his head back to wipe sweat from his forehead. The amber light caught the sharp angle of his jaw and the damp hair clinging to his neck. I knew I should look away, but the view held me captive.

Suddenly, he paused. He didn’t return to his work. Instead, his gaze shifted slowly across the courtyard, moving up the stone facade of the house until it landed directly on my window. My heart hammered in my chest. I froze, blending into the dark fabric of the curtains, certain the shadows protected…

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Cory 1-844-332-2639 ext 407

The forest floor trembled beneath my heavy steps as my gaze finally settled on the minuscule figure scurrying frantically between the moss-covered rocks. His frantic movements and high-pitched, unintelligible squeaks were a delightful contrast to my own immense size. I knelt down with a playful smirk, blocking his path with a single finger that was thicker than his entire body, and watched with immense amusement as he tumbled backward in a fit of panicked confusion.

I brought him up toward my face, pinching him gently between my thumb and forefinger so I could admire the way he kicked and struggled against my hold. He was such a frantic little thing! His eyes widened in utter disbelief as he realized exactly what kind of plaything he had become for the afternoon.

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