Anna 844-332-2639 EXT. 203
Miss Anna went shopping for a new wardrobe. It had been a while since she treated herself and so she decided she needed some new threads. She had the sales clerk, a young handsome man, follow her around as she piled every item that caught her eye into his hands, until he could barely see over the mounting pile which he carried to the dressing room for her.
Kadence 844-33CANDY Ext. 458
It is finally Halloween night and the town around me is in full go mode enjoying all of the festivities. I would love to be trotting around, in one of my many slutty costumes, but tonight I don’t want a trick or treat, I just couldn’t pass up a cozy night at home while I had the house all to my self. I’ve been such a good girl in school, passing all of my tests this week, all of the studying just has me exhausted. I am totally looking forward to a quiet night home alone, I might even turn off all of the lights to keep the trick or treaters away. Daddy wouldn’t want me opening the door to all of those strangers while I’m home alone anyway. I decided to get comfortable in my favorite onesie, this one is soft and fuzzy, it feels like I’m being cuddled. I got settled in the living room and started painting my nails as I watched a halloween classic on tv. Just as I was starting to think I had avoided all of trick or treaters for the night, I heard a firm knock at the door. Of course I ignored it, couldn’t they see I didn’t want to be bothered?! I rolled my eyes and turned up the tv. The knocking persisted and finally I heard a man yell “PIZZA’S HERE” through the door. Maybe daddy decided to send me a snack !
Diana 1-844-332-2639 Ext. 248
Oh honey, it’s so good to be home after a long night of fucking another man. You know how much I love to cum. Well, guess what? I did, and I did it hard. Over and over again, all night long, darling cuck. He absolutely wrecked me. The things he can do with that big, juicy cock of his… mmff, just thinking about it is making me wet again. So now it’s time to clean me up!
But for now, I’m going to make you clean up the mess. You know, get on your hands and knees and eat me out until I’m spotless. Get every last drop of that stud’s cum that’s dripping out of me. I want you to savor the taste of his seed, cuck. Suck it up like the thirsty little bitch you are. Show me how much you love being the clean-up crew after I get gang banged.
Zesty Zoey 1-844-332-2639 Ext 403
I thought I was being slick. My neighbor is this really sweet guy. So, sometimes I manipulate him with my sexy little body. When I wear my little cut offs and bikini tops, I can get him to do anything that needs done around the house. He’s been very helpful and can never say no to my teeny tiny outfits.
He’s sweet and handsome, but he’s just not my type. I’m always having to find excuses to let him down when he asks me out. I like a man who knows how to take control and take what he wants. My neighbor lets me control and manipulate him. I don’t really fuck guys I can control so easy.
Torri 1-844-332-2639 ext 204
How naughty can this teen get on Halloween? Well if you know me that should be pretty easy to answer. I was thinking though after I’ve had all my fun out and about collecting my candy what should I do then. I’ll have all this candy and it would just take me way too long to eat it all alone. So what I think needs to happen is I not eat it all alone. I’m thinking a candy buffet for all my naughty boys. Me as the main course.
I will be laid out on the table. Naked but on top of my body will be mounds of all the Halloween candy I have here. You will each get a turn of 30 seconds a turn to eat as much as you can. After the 30 seconds your turn will be over and it’s the next guy in lines turn. No hands can be used only your mouths. This will keep going until one of you is able to free my body from all the candy, I’m covered in. The first one who is able to do that gets an extra special treat.
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?”
1-844-33-CANDY EXT 404
“Amber, you’re such a cock tease,” you groan, leaning back in your chair. “I swear, you love driving me wild.” “Would that be so bad?” I purr, grinning as I cross my legs. I’m wearing a short skirt and a tight top that shows off my cleavage, and I know you can’t take your eyes off me. “Maybe I love making you beg for it.”
You love it when I tease you, when I make you work for it. It’s all part of our little game. “And you love it,” I say, standing up and walking over to you. I lean down, my breath hot on your ear. “You love how I make you feel, how I make you want me so badly you can’t think straight.”
I cross my legs again, my skirt riding up to show even more of my thighs. You swallow hard, your eyes locked on mine. I straddle your lap, my skirt riding up to show my bare pussy. “Let’s begin.” I lean down, my breath hot on your ear. “I want you to send tribute to my account right now,” I whisper. “And then, we’ll see where things go from there.” You
Julie 1844-332-2639 Ext 453
“I’m a married man Dr. Julie” he shamefully admits. He goes on to explain that he feels so guilty for having these desires and needs that she can’t fulfill. I explain to him that this is a safe place to express himself and get his needs met in a safe and healthy way. Lying to her seems wrong and really bothers him. I explain that if telling someone the truth about something is only going to hurt them and nothing good is going to come from it, then don’t. Doing so is only to make yourself feel better and is selfish at this point. We only live once, at least in these bodies. And life is short. We shouldn’t deny, or deprive ourselves. We deserve to be happy. We all have fantasies, fetishes, and desires. It’s natural. We can’t stop those thoughts. The harder we try, the stronger they are.
I tell him that this is where he can let go and know that everything we do, say, play, and pretend here stays here. This is therapy. You will be a happier, healthier person and husband because of it.
Diana 1-844-332-2639 Ext. 248
My third session with Dr. Jenson started off like any other. I laid myself bare, opening up about my deepest insecurities and anxieties. He listened intently, jotting down notes and offering words of comfort as any good therapist would. But then something shifted. His eyes lingered on my body just a bit too long as I spoke about my troubled past.
I felt vulnerable, my guard down in that moment. I know now that he sensed this, saw an opportunity to exploit my fragility. “Let me help you feel better,” he purred, setting aside his notepad to turn in his chair towards me. His hand slid up my bare thigh and I froze.
Amber 1-844-33-CANDY ext 404
You suggest we leave the club and go back to your place. I hesitate for a moment, but the thought of what could happen between us is too enticing to resist. As soon as we’re through the door, you take control. I can feel your hands roaming my body, possessively claiming me as yours. You pull away, your eyes dark with desire. “I’ve been thinking about this all night,” you growl, your fingers tracing the hem of my dress. “I want to tie you up and have my way with you.”
My breath hitches in my throat as you speak, my body trembling with anticipation. I nod my head, giving you my consent. You waste no time, leading me to your bedroom, tying me to the bedposts with soft, silky ropes, and exploring every inch of my body with your hands and mouth. Your fingers dance close to my pussy but never quite touch it. I’m writhing beneath you, desperate for release.
“Please,” I beg, my voice hoarse with need. “Please what?” you ask, your fingers finally sliding inside me. “Fuck me,” I gasp, my hips bucking against your hand. You don’t need any more encouragement and