Category: orgasm denial

Stephanie 844-332-2639 Ext 454

I slid myself onto the bar stool next to him, to his right, leaned over and while trying to get the bartender’s attention I noticed him staring at the flat screen tv’s above the bar. He was calm, serene. I was confused, it seemed like he didn’t know I was sitting beside him. I placed my hand on his arm, he was very fit, a body builder.

Still no reaction from him. He sat drinking beer from a pilsner. I gave up when the bartender walked over. “What can I get for you?” Before I could say anything he spoke “Yeah get her a jack and coke.” he spoke loudly and confidently. I sank in my seat. He knew I was fucking sitting here the entire time. Knowing this was intentional I didn’t speak. “Right? That’s your drink of choice” he confirmed, finally making eye contact. “Yep” I shrugged looking away, focusing my attention on the bartender.

J placed his hand on my thigh, slid it between my legs and then further up and under my skirt. He then began rubbing my pussy over my panties.

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1-844-332-2639 ext 404

“Ready when you are, Axel,” I said, trying to hide the sheer delight in my voice. Tonight, he had something particularly strange planned and I was pumped for it. “Okay, baby. I want you to take a jar of honey…” he began, his voice sounding low and suggestive. I followed his instructions, a strange mix of amusement and disgust swirling within me. The honey was cold and sticky against my skin as I dolloped it into the back of my panties, then lay down on my bed. Next came the caramel sauce, a thick, sugary stream down the front of my jeans. It was a disgusting concoction, the textures all wrong, the sensation was almost hilarious. I had a hard time not laughing.

As Axel urged me on, describing what he imagined, I started to play along, moaning and writhing as he encouraged me to rub my clit in that sticky mess. “Oh, Amber, you can’t cum yet,” Axel breathed, clearly satisfied with his plan. “You can only cum when I say so.” I lay there, covered in sticky goo, a smirk playing on my lips. “Typical!” I said, laughing. The next few minutes were a mix of edging and frustration, then Axel finally let me cum. I screamed as my body shook, and I squirted all over myself.

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Amber 1-844-332-2639 ext 404

I smirked, perched on the edge of Liam’s desk, my gaze raking over him. He was tied to his own gaming chair, a pathetic picture of frustrated desire. Miss Anna, a vision in black leather, circled him with her eyes laser-focused on his, her crimson-painted nails tapping against a riding crop she held with menacing grace.

“Having a little trouble, Liam?” I purred, my voice dripping with mock concern. He just groaned, his eyes squeezed shut, a sheen of sweat slicking his forehead. We’d given him a simple rule: hands behind his head, or else. But the little sub was struggling. “Please,” he gasped, eyes fluttering open to meet mine. “Please, Amber, I can’t! I can’t hold it.”

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Julie 1844-332-2639 Ext 453

I was just lying there daydreaming about our next threesome. When all of a sudden, I heard a knock at the door. It was Amber, unable to contain her excitement. “You’re not going to believe this!” she exclaimed. I was so confused and surprised. But I was also anxious and excited to find out what was going on. “We are finally going to have our threesome with Ace tonight! He’s going to be here in an hour.” She couldn’t contain her smile.

We ran to my room to get ready. Deciding what we were going to make him wear was the best part. For ourselves, we chose stockings and garter belts. And for him, crotchless panties. We thought it would be exciting to see his cock and balls hanging out of the hole. We set the mood with candles and aphrodisiac essential oils.

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Can He Watch Me?

Francie 1844-332-2639 xXx 208

My boyfriend and I were lying in bed late last night; he was scrolling through his phone, and I was on my laptop. A message popped up on my Twitter, a DM from a Dom I’d been flirting with recently. I nestled into the pillows and began replying. Things got hot really fast, and the Dom asked if he could video call to watch me masturbate. You know, to make sure I was following his strict instructions. I bit into my lip and looked over at my boyfriend.

He was oblivious to how naughty I was being. I tapped his shoulder, and he pushed his glasses up his nose as he looked at me. “I’m flirting with a guy online,” I told him, and his eyes got wide behind his glasses. He loves when I’m a naughty slut behind his back. “Can he watch me masturbate?”

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1844-33-CANDY EXT 423

I am your addiction. You are a weak, beta male with money to give and love giving Me all your money… I love taking it from you. It’s a fun, twisted game we play, and you can’t help yourself. You are absolutely hooked. Today’s “game”, I will be instructing you on every move you make, every sensation you are allowed to feel. So, come into My domain, and be prepared for another day of being My slave.

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Miqala 844-332-2639 ext 447

I need a bitch. Not any little bitch, but my special little bitch. You like the idea, don’t you? But let’s see if you qualify. I am demanding, and I expect a lot. See, a good bitch only thinks of his Mistress. A good bitch is ready to drop anything and everything for my smallest wants.

If I want my house cleaned, you will rush over to do it. You’ll accept being stripped down and put into a cute maid outfit. (I do admit I have a preference for men in cute little French maid outfits.)

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Torri 1-844-332-2639 Ext 204

My boss’s husband was taken by complete surprise. He didn’t know what to think as I was riding him hard and fast and he all of a sudden had his wife’s voice in his ear. She had known he was messin around on her and instead of just tellin him that she knew my crazy bitch of a boss decided she wanted to have a little bit of fun before she let him have it. She told me to fuck him.

To make sure it was the best pussy he has ever had. Of course she has had my pussy more than once so she knows just how good it really is. He was real easy to lure in. It was actually pretty funny while I was riding him there and he was gettin so close to coming with his wife standing there. He begged us to stop. He didn’t want to cum right there with his wife. That wasn’t the funny part. The funny part was when he begged and she leaned down in his ear and said.

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Jenna (844-332-2639) Ext 304

It’s your girl Jenna and I have found the perfect guy to have some mutual masturbation phonesex with. For starters, he likes young barely legal girls like me who have been trained to be dirty family sluts. I’ll start first by being an obedient tease taking off my clothes and giving him a playful seductive look. As I’m stripping off my flimsy little nightgown I start to play with perky tits and lick my lips while making eye contact with him. He gives me a stern look as if to warn me but, I don’t care. As I am determined to be in control of this dirty little session.

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Tessa 1-844-332-2639 Ext. 445

That teeny tiny clitty; what in the world do you do with it anyways? He walked right up to me, the guy who owned it, and he pulled it out so that I could see. He was wearing a trench coat. If you’re going to be proud of something, let it be your 8 or 9 inch cock, the one that sluts can’t wait to get challenged by. He was creepy, first off. I had seen him checking me out, waiting to come over and talk with me way before he approached. The only thing left I could think to call it was a Teeny Tiny Clitty.

He opened his trench coat, and asked me if I wanted to see something that he wanted to show me. I looked at him, apprehensive the whole time. The look in my eyes was of curiosity, but also of fear. What was he going to show me? I couldn’t help but think about it. A guy wearing this outfit that he was, walking towards me, stalking me for minutes before. The suspense was driving me wild. And then it happened. Continue reading “That Teeny Tiny Clitty” →