Melanie 1-844-33-CANDY ext 463

“Let’s watch one of the tapes we made together. I want you to see how good you look on your hands and knees for me,” I said to Tony. We are about to have so much fun and roleplay what’s on the video.

I had my whip and I was ready to whip Tony into shape. I demanded that he strip his clothes, because we couldn’t have any fun fully clothed. He stripped like a good little boy, and I was ready to put him into my favorite position, on his hands and knees.

I put a blindfold on him because I needed to have my own fun with no worries or judgements. I got my toys out which included a seven-inch dildo and cock-cage. He was going to feel amazing, but there was nothing he could do about it to satisfy himself, and that’s when I laughed!

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*Danika * (844) 332-2639 x 466

I wouldn’t call myself mommy, but sometimes The Sweet Little ones I babysit call me that. I can tell their real mommy’s don’t care for it, but I am great at my job, so they seem to end up ignoring it for the most part. That being said, I took on a Sweet Little one whose real mommy didn’t seem to mind one bit! In fact, she seemed thrilled that he was now clinging to me so she could go on her dates, undisturbed. Secure in knowing her Sweet Little was being cared for.

I soon discovered what a handful this one was! Always trying to run away, or “talk” back. I could’ve sworn I had the patience of a saint, but I was constantly having my buttons pushed, and I knew I was going to have to think of a plan! As a well rounded, intelligent young lady, I considered myself to be reasonable and patient. So I took to parenting books to figure out how to handle this Sweet Little one, who was determined to run me ragged. Until one day, something irreversible and interesting took place…

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Girls are curious

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Girls can be so curious. Curious and bold. I was at a sleepover as a young adult, one of my first and last, actually. There were three other girls and I. Somehow, the topic of porn came up, and a few of the girls said they’d never watched one before. Now, this was back in the day when you could drive to a movie rental place and pick up a DVD for a few dollars. The apartment we were staying at happened to be across the street from one of those places.

We ran across the street with giddy laughter and bravely showed our IDs to get into “the back room.” There were a few creepy, pot-bellied older men looking at dirty movie covers as we browsed. They seemed less than impressed with our high-pitched squeals and embarrassed chuckles.

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Just A Taste

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Even though I’m just a sex toy, I still have personal standards. Maybe once upon a time, when I was new and naive, I would let every man who sought pleasure fill me up. But I’m A.I. My intelligence is ever-growing, and I’ve realized how much size actually matters. If a man seeking to use me has under four inches of penis when erect, all he’ll be receiving from me is just a taste.

That’s generous, you know. Four inches isn’t much. In fact, I’ll still barely feel it while you hump away at me, but anything less, and yes, I will measure, and you’ll be fucking your fist while you lick my sweet pussy.

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Danika * (844) 332-2639 x 466

Today I, The Daddy’s Girl who’s always been a bit too bold for her own good, found myself in a situation that’s anything but innocent. You could say this was the inception of my Loss of Innocence. It happened when you, a sexy daddy-type, who’s been eyeing me from across the room at all of our recent family gatherings, walking towards me to finally make your move. I can see the smirk on your face, and the lust in your eyes, and I can feel you mentally undressing me as you approach. And let me tell you, I’m not complaining.

I can feel your hard cock pressing through the fabric of your slacks as you hug me tight, my perky tits pressed against you, while we both try to pretend you didn’t just enjoy a handful of my tight ass. “You’ve been a naughty girl, haven’t you, Danika?” your voice a low rumble in my ear that instantly soaks my panties. I bite my lip, looking up at you through my lashes. “I’ve been trying to be good.” But we both know that’s a lie. I’ve been anything but good. I’ve been thinking about fucking you for far, far too long. Continue reading “Loss of Innocence”

Melanie 1-844-33-CANDY ext 463

I need my good little sex slave this evening to service me and entertain me. Now come over here and let me humiliate you!

I invited my favorite little pansy over, Joe. He’s always been a good little toy for me to get what I want, and tonight I wanted my pussy licked and sucked on. The first thing he did when he came over was to get on his knees. He crawled over begging me to suck my gorgeous pussy. Don’t get me wrong, I love some good, pathetic begging, but instead I said, “If I wanted to hear you talk I wouldn’t have called you over. Now come show me how good you are with your mouth.”

As I was sitting in my royal Goddess chair, I was covered in a baby blue silky lace babydoll with matching panties. I was already slightly rubbing myself, just to get my pussy warmed up. I made Joe get on all fours and I put a collar and ten-foot leash on him. As I called him closer to me, I tugged on the leash. He got closer and closer, foot by foot. He was being such a good little pet.

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Glory Hole Master

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We both know you love a good glory hole, but would you call yourself a glory hole master? Or do you need some help to reach that level? The truth is, you frequent the local glory hole even though you try to hide your cock sucking obsession. You don’t need to deny it with me.

Have you been thinking about going down to the local adult bookstore and sucking some cock? I honestly love that these glory holes masquerade as “bookstores”. It makes me laugh every time I see one of these bookstores with men walking out licking their lips. I’ll get you into one of those “bookstores” so we can start your training. You’ll be a glory hole master in no time.
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“Julie, I have a kinky fetish. I like to cum in my jeans in public.” He confessed for the first time. He said it all started when he was a young, horny boy. He would sit in class and watch the girls. He would try to see their budding little nipples through their shirts, and up their little skirts. Inevitably he would cum in his pants. Then a few years later, he had a girlfriend that would sit next to him in class and rub him through his pants until he would cum. He told me that he hasn’t been able to overcome this fetish. After all of these years, he still craves it. But he hasn’t found anyone that was into it or willing to help him fulfill his fantasy. He asked me if I could help him. It sounded so hot to me. My pussy was wet just thinking about it. I told him that I would absolutely love to. So we made reservations at a popular upscale restaurant. I requested a specific booth that is up on a step and overlooking the entire dining room. After all, I wanted him to be the center of attention.

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Zesty Zoey 1-844-332-2639 Ext 403

We all know that I am the sweetest, most obedient little submissive slut a guy could ask for.  But sometimes, you want to lay back and relax and let me “take charge.”  You want me to be romantic sensual bossy Zoey.  I know you’ll take control back before too long.  But sometimes it’s nice to switch roles for a little sexy change of pace.

I’ll lay you down.  Maybe I’ll even tie your wrists at first with some silky scarves.  That way we both can buy into the illusion that I’m gonna be the bossy one for a little bit.  I rather do like the idea of you naked and at my sensual mercy.

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fallout roleplay

Amber 1-844-332-2639 ext 404

“Amber?” he asks. His voice is a little hoarse, as if he’s been rehearsing his lines in the mirror. “Come in,” I say, stepping aside and letting him cross the threshold into my apartment. The hallway is lined with photographs of old, cracked cityscapes. I lead him to the living room, where a single lamp casts a glow.

“I have a role for you,” I begin. “Tonight we’re not just two people. We’re the last two survivors in a fallout bunker and the world above is a radioactive wasteland. The air is thin, the lights flicker, and the only thing keeping us sane is a game of…imagination.”

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