Category: Sex in Public

Roxy 844-332-2639 Ext 414

I have a very high profile client at the gentlemen’s club. Of course our clients get complete anonymity. We are never allowed to share a clients name. But you wouldn’t believe who it is! He’s very famous. The world would be shocked to know that he’s a member of a place like that. But he’s so hot! I have a huge crush on him. I think he has one on me as well. He gives me huge tips. I mean HUGE! He’s so classy. He wears the nicest black designer suits. Always with a white button up. Every time I see him walk into the club, my heart starts racing and my pussy starts pounding. I want him so badly. But I have to remain professional. These men come here because they want to have fun. They don’t want the dancers to catch feelings. Most of them are married men.

Last night he came in extra frisky. He sat and watched me dance for a couple of hours. He enjoyed a smoked old fashioned and a nice cigar. While he was undressing me with his eyes….

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Lumberjack

1-844-33-CANDY EXT 404

Marty, the brawny lumberjack, is leaning against a towering oak, his thick, corded muscles glistening with sweat in the sunlight. His axe rests beside him, and his chest rises and falls with each labored breath. I can’t help but stare, my eyes tracing the lines of his body, the power that radiates from him. “Well, well, well, what do we have here?” he growls, his voice deep and rough like gravel. I feel a shiver run down my spine, a mix of fear and excitement. “I-I was just passing through,” I stammer, taking a step back. But Marty isn’t having it. He steps forward, his eyes locked on mine, and I feel myself drawn to him, like a moth to a flame.

“I don’t think so,” he says, his voice low and seductive. “Pretty sure you’re here for me.” I open my mouth to protest, but before I can, Marty’s lips are on mine, his tongue exploring my mouth with a hunger that takes my breath away. I resist at first, my mind telling me to run, to flee from this stranger in the woods. But my body betrays me, my hands reaching up to grip his broad

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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.

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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.

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Juicy Julie 1844-332-2639 Ext 453

I’m getting ready for my third date with Justin, all six foot, four inches of him! He’s tall, dark, and handsome! We had a couple of great dates so far. Tonight is dinner and a movie at one of those luxury movie theatre and dinner clubs for members only. I’ve never been to one so I’m really excited. I’m going to wear a dress with a garter belt, stockings, and pumps, all black, and nothing else.

He picks me up in his limo, as usual. My heart starts to flutter at the sight of him. He does something to me. He’s just so debonair, the sexiest man I’ve ever known. He hands me a glass of bubbly and we cheers to a wonderful evening. The lace top of my stocking and garter belt clip peeking out of the slit in my dress catches his eye. He looks at me intensely and tells me what a huge stocking fetish he has….

We make our way into the theatre. It’s gorgeous. We have drinks and mingle in the bar for a few minutes. He introduces me to some of his friends. Then we head to our little private suite. There are two

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Sub Tamer Alex 1-844-332-2639 Ext. 425

Normally I don’t have fantasies I share with you all, I assume you will not be able to grasp why they are floating in my head. However, I will share this one because I am sure it would make you all melt. I have this thing, where I walk down the street. Or maybe I am in a store, browsing the aisles. Honestly it doesn’t really matter all that much. The thing is, you’re there. And you see me. My photos on here are translated to real life and you get to see me, and I know your voice of course.

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Shoe Fetish

Julie 1844-332-2639 Ext 453

My shoe fetish started as a young girl. One of my first memories was trying to steal my friend’s shoes because they were the first heels I had ever seen for little girls. They were white wedge sandals. I was so sad when I had to give them back.

Ever since then I just can’t pass up a cute pair of heels! I think it may be an addiction! Just yesterday I found myself headed towards the mall as if I didn’t have power over my own body. I knew I didn’t NEED any more shoes but the thought made me so wet.

By the time I got there I had to take my drenched panties off and leave them in the car. The excitement was building as I was walking to entrance. The cool breeze was swirling under my sundress giving my wet pussy goosebumps and making it single even more. I finally make my way to my favorite shoe store. The are heels in every color, style, and size on glass shelves floor to ceiling. I feel my clit starting to tingle and I wonder if everyone can tell. I blush as I look around, feeling naked, looking guilty.

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Rhonda 844-332-2639 ext 446

I see you across the dance floor. Young, barely out of your teens, so innocent and moldable. You are standing against the wall while I stand up from my seat at the table. Our eyes meet. You see a predatory gaze that enraptures you. Your heartbeat thumps in your chest, and I see you swallow nervously. I take a step towards you. The red 4-inch stilettos are silent because of the loud music. I pause, smirking at you. Daring you. You take a long, deep breath gathering your courage, and take a step forward. My smirk turns to pleasure, and that smile makes your heat quicken even more. As my long, sultry legs take another step forward. You match me, step for step. We meet in the middle of the dance floor. My hands wrap around your neck, pulling you close as I grind up against you, feeling the lump in your pants. “Good boy,” I speak directly into your ear. “Do you want to Dance with Cougar Rhonda?”

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Miqala 844-332-2639 ext 447

Cougar Miqala on the Prowl. Do you like the visual of that? I love young men—barely legal, still innocent and unsure, lacking the experience to please a woman. Do you remember when you were like that? When you were a virgin. Maybe you were one of those locker room boasters who talked more about fantasies than any girl you touched. Maybe you have touched a boob or two, but you’ve never truly learned the touch of a mature, confident Cougar. Remember when you were that desperate and needy, craving someone to allow you to become a Real Man?

Think of yourself at that age walking into your first bar. Everyone is drinking and dancing, laughing as they grind against each other in ways you’ve never had.  You see me watching you from across the room, and so do your buddies. Maybe they nudge an elbow excitedly into your ribs.

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Jemma – 1844-332-2639 ext 303

Megara is best known for being the wife of Hercules. Hercules was given Megara as a reward because he led the Thebe’s defence against The Minyans and was a well-known hero.

Now, although Daddy liked to fuck me himself, he wanted to give me to James as a reward because James had helped him close some business deals and make a ton of money. 

So, Daddy was hosting a dinner party at home. I’ll admit, I did enjoy being ravished and having James force himself on and in me. His cock felt so good. Plus, it was so nice, big, and yummy. 

Therefore, I wanted to look as sexy as possible the next time I saw James. Deciding to stick with James’ cosplay kink, I knew exactly what I was wearing to dinner. 

First, I clipped in extensions, curled my hair, and styled it half up with a high ponytail held in by a large gold band. Then, I slipped into an amazing long purple, hollow-out halter dress. To add, I had on gold jewelry and a gold belt. Paired with gold Prada gladiator sandals on my perfectly pedicured feet, I looked stunning. Not to mention, exactly like Megara. 

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