Phonesex with Felicity 1844-332-2639 x 270
Your Boss is a dick, but he has one hot, dirty wife. It’s clear to see you wondering how he got a woman like her. He seems so stiff and boring. A straight asshole, and she’s sunshine and sex, like a firework caught in a bottle. You’d be willing to risk everything to make her pop off.
You’d risk your job, family, and everything just for one taste of his filthy sunshine. You can see it behind her eyes every time she visits the office.
Zesty Zoey 1-844-332-2639 Ext 403
Shrinking Fantasy. He bragged about how much bigger he was than me. I decided it was time for him to learn a very important lesson. Before we settled down for the night, I gave him a special potion that could make him shrink down as he slept. He woke up lost in his pile of large clothes and squeaked as he crawled out and saw my giant face hovering over him.
“What happened?” his tiny voice asked.
“I turned you into my tiny little toy,” I replied smiling sweetly.
Ronnie 1844-33-CANDY Ext 443
My mom told me all kinds of stories and warned me about all sorts of dangers, but she never mentioned I should be on the lookout for somnophiliac attacks. Granted, some of her stories are probably why I’ve been so shy and scared to try sexual fantasies. She had me scared straight, if you will, but I wasn’t even aware I should be nervous in this instance.
A somnophiliac is someone who is aroused and gets excited sexually by sleeping or unconscious individuals. You can probably imagine how easy it was for me to fall into the trap. At a party, I accepted a drink from a strange boy, and soon I was dizzy, and my eyes wouldn’t stay open. I could feel everything that happened after I became seemingly unconscious. I couldn’t move my limbs to stop the Somnophiliac Attack.
Janet 1-844-332-2639 ext 456
Finger in my pussy and thumb on my clit I moved my other hand under my shirt to play with my breast. Pinching my nipple. Throwing my head back in a moan. I was not going to cum though. No, not yet. I still had a plaything to play with. I was not going to let this one go to waste. This was not just a quick session in the backroom. No this was a rare treat for me. One I planned to drag out as long as I could. After 2 hours of him unmoving on the ground kneeling I decided it was time to go and start my actual fun.
Making my way down he like a good boy still doesn’t move even when he hears me coming. His head is down eyes focused on the floor. I circle him slightly impressed by his form. His discipline. I start to walk away down to the door leading to my fun. “Come” a single word that echoes off the stone walls. He moves without thinking just like I like. Once we entered the room I shut the door locking it with a huge clanking sound.
Sherry 1844-332-2639 ext 399
It’s late, and I need some TLC time. It has been a very long, grueling week for me. All those work meetings, conferences, and analyzing reports got to me. I started the bathwater and added rose petals and oils. I lit the candles and turned on some Marvin Gay.
As I slide into the bathtub, I feel the heat of the water relaxing me. Oh my, how good it feels. I laid back in the water, closed my eyes, and let the warmth of the water take over. Oh, how Marvin Gay always gets me in a sensual mood.
Diana 1-844-332-2639 Ext. 248
I knew exactly what kind of attention I could command. I know that I am quite the temptation to most red-blooded men. Today, a simple grocery run was about to get a lot more interesting.
As I walked down the aisles, I saw him—tall, lean, and focused on picking out a bottle of bubbly. He didn’t see me yet, but he would soon enough. My hips moved deliberately, my walk slow, intentional. I knew the effect I had when I wanted to turn it on.
“Need help choosing?” I asked, my voice low and teasing as I stopped beside him, reaching for a bottle just within his reach.
His eyes flicked to me, surprise flashing in them before quickly shifting to something else. I had his attention now. “Yeah, maybe I do,” he said, his voice calm but curious.
Rachel 1844-332-2639 Ext 457
I wasn’t doing so great in my algebra class so my professor asked me to stay after. I was so nervous. I didn’t want him to call my parents. And I didn’t want him to recommend tutoring. My heart was racing as everyone began to leave. Once the room was empty he asked me to come up to talk to him. I tried to gather my belongings but when I get nervous, I get clumsy. So I ended up dropping everything! I frantically try to pick it up when I realize that I have a tiny thong and school girl skirt on. I’m so embarrassed. I know he got a full view. I feel my face turn 50 shades of red. I grab my stuff and head towards the front of the classroom. I can’t even look up and face him. But I know I have to so I finally force myself. He looks quite amused with the hugest grin plastered across his face. I look down and can’t help but notice his huge hard on. I try to look away. Continue reading “My Professor”
Torri 1-844-332-2639 ext 204
There is a big difference in southern girls. Let me paint you a picture. A Southern belle is that sweet and proper on the outside and a freak in the sheet’s kind of woman. The kind you tell your friends about the wild sex you both had and no one ever believes you. Then you got the buckle bunnies. These are you girls that like the country girl look but couldn’t bait a hook to save their lives. Your standard trendy fuck slut for sure. Of course, the real country girls are the diamonds you’re looking for. Their bad babes have been brought up rough and ready and know how to play hard with the boys.
They will drink you under the table and look good while doing it. Daisy Duke has nothing on them and never will. You’ve got your farmers’ daughters too. The ones that are early to rise, not afraid to work sunup to sundown and get their hands dirty. Built Ford tough and not prone to quit. Lastly, there is the rarest of them all. ME!!!! I’m a combination of every single one of them!
Kayla Cumsalot 1844-33-CANDY Ext 357
“Welcome to your goon appointment. I’ll be your goon nurse, Kayla, and in charge of your masturbation today. Please get undressed and sit back on the lounger as I prepare for the next three hours.” A soft smile crosses my face as I go back to laying out lube, toys, and other things I’ll need to keep you edged as you undress. There are four screens on the wall behind me, and as you settle into the reclined chair, I turn them on.
Four different pornographic videos begin to play. Moans and panted breathing sounds fill the small space. “According to your chart, these videos are themed to trigger you.” I glance at the screen to see a woman gargling a big black cock with drool spilling from her plump lips. When I look back at you sitting nervously, your thick dick pulses with need. Already so hard and aching. “Let’s begin.”
Kinky Krysta 1844-332-2639 Ext.410
I’ve always been told I was a glutton for punishment. And I supposed that’s true. I always overdo it. Overeating, overstaying my welcome, and over-slutting out my tight teen holes. Well, it’s not so tight anymore. I’ve really been into fisting lately. They don’t call me kinky krysta for nothing.
I’ve had my pussy punched by the whole football team, but what I really wanna try is having your fist up my butthole. Think about how intense it will feel when your hand, wrist, and parts of your forearm disappear into my chunky body. Please, will you fist my fat teen ass?