office

Amber 1-844-332-2639 ext 404

My office was usually a sanctuary, a place where vulnerabilities were laid bare, analyzed, and hopefully, healed. As a sex therapist specializing in fetishes, I’d heard it all. But Rory… Rory was different. He wasn’t ashamed or furtive, just… intensely focused. “Pantyhose,” he’d said, his voice a low hum. “Specifically, silky, shiny, tan ones. It’s… everything.” I arched an eyebrow, a professional curiosity piqued. “Everything? Can you elaborate?”

He painted vivid pictures, describing the way the light caught the nylon, the sensation of it stretched taut against skin, the subtle rustle with movement. This wasn’t just about him being turned on; he was captivated by the subject matter. After a few sessions, I had a comprehensive understanding of Rory’s attraction. It wasn’t just lust; it was a deep connection to texture and visual appeal. A piece of him saw pantyhose in a transcendental way. “So,” I ventured during our fourth meeting which was quickly becoming intense, “have you fully explored this?”

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Darkest Desires

Kayla Cumsalot 1844-33-CANDY ext 357

A caller recently told me that other than himself, I was the only person in the world who knew what he truly desired. His darkest desires. The only person he’d ever shared his dark desire with. His kink is rather taboo, and naturally, he feels as if he can’t share it with anyone in his personal life. His words keep replaying in my mind. Over and over.

I’m the ONLY person who knows exactly what pleases him—the only person who can tempt the darkness in him to come out and play. No matter how dark or disturbing, he and I can explore that desire together until he achieves the most satisfaction from the naughty little idea. Do you have any idea how amazing it feels to know he’s comfortable confiding in me?

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knee

Amber 1-844-332-2639 ext 404

I’ll never forget the night I got my scar. It was a typical Friday night, and my boyfriend, Jack, and I were in the mood for some fun. I wore my silky coffee-colored stockings, knowing how much they turned him on. As soon as he saw me, his eyes lit up with desire. Jack groaned and pulled me closer, his hands roaming over my body. We started to kiss, our tongues exploring each other’s mouths. I could feel his hardness pressing against me, and I knew I wanted him inside me.

We moved to the bed, and Jack started to undress me. He slowly pulled off my shirt, revealing my bare breasts. He cupped them in his hands, his thumbs rubbing against my nipples. I moaned and arched my back, wanting more. Jack then moved down to my skirt, pulling it off along with my panties. He kissed his way up my legs, stopping at the back of my knee. He ran his tongue over the silky material of my stockings, making me shiver with pleasure. “I love these fucking stockings,” he murmured, his breath hot against my skin. I moaned in response, my pussy aching for him.

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1844-33-CANDY EXT. 423

You walked into my office, your heart pounding in your chest. I was your doctor, Mercedes, and you were my patient, coming in for a routine exam. But as you sat down on the examination table, your mind was racing with thoughts that had nothing to do with your health.

“So, what brings you in today?” I asked, my voice smooth and professional.

“Just a regular check-up,” you replied, trying to keep your voice steady.

I nodded and began the exam, starting with the usual questions about your medical history. But as I moved on to the physical exam, I could see the nervousness in your eyes. I placed my hand on your shoulder, trying to reassure you.

“Relax,” I said softly. “I’m just going to do a quick prostate exam. It won’t take long.”

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cough

Anna 844-332-2639 EXT. 203

Naughty Ronnie had been getting a bit of a cough at night. Mommy Anna got worried,
but he swore it was nothing. One day, he ran out of his cough drops and before night fell, he asked Mommy Anna if he could go across the street to the gas station to get some more. ”Okay, fine, ” said Mommy Anna. ”But you better be back quickly!” Naughty Ronnie left before dinner and ran across the street.

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like

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.

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Malifica

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?

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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.”

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Diana 1-844-332-2639 Ext. 248

This past weekend, I waltzed into an exclusive charity gala at a grand mansion, dressed to the nines in a scandalously tight red dress that barely covered my ass. The dress hugged every curve, my tits practically spilling out of the low-cut top. I was on the prowl for a wealthy sugar daddy to wine, dine and 69 me.

As I mingled and sipped champagne, my eyes locked with a silver-haired gentleman who looked like he could buy a small country. Not the sexiest man, but money is the best aphrodisiac. He introduced himself as Marcus, a “venture capitalist” – code for trust fund baby. I made sure to bend over extra low to refill his glass, giving him an eyeful of my cleavage.

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landscape

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.

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