Eric's Strip Club Adventure

Kayla Cumsalot 1844-33-CANDY Ext 357

Eric is tall, really tall, and so handsome, but he has a humiliating secret. His dick is small as fuck! It’s so funny that everyone thinks he’s packing just because of his height! I thought, what better way to humiliate him even more than to take him to the strip club.

When we walked in, everyone was looking at us. With me on his arm, he looked like the man! We got a little table right in front of the stage, and I perched on his lap as we watched the dancers. I wiggled to the music but nothing was poking me. That’s when the idea came to me! “You should get a lap dance!” I jumped off his lap and signaled to one of the dancers. She sauntered over and teased her hands down Eric’s shoulders. “Hi, big boy.” She schmoozed. Ha! The joke was about to be on her.

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Trinity 1-844-332-2639 ext 285

Three mouths. Six hands. One night I will never forget. I’d fantasized about it before—more than one man, all eyes on me, all hands on me. But fantasies never prepared me for the real thing. It started with a game. A private party, low lights, drinks flowing, and tension so thick I could taste it. Two of them—tall, muscular, eyes full of hunger. Friends. Teammates. Alphas. And they both wanted me.

I didn’t pick. Didn’t have to. So I looked at both of them, crossed my legs slowly, and whispered, “If you want me, come take me.” And just like that, the night changed. We didn’t make it to the bedroom. They pinned me against the living room wall like I was their shared secret. One kissed me deep and rough while the other dropped to his knees, tugging my panties down and spreading me open with his tongue.

My knees buckled. I moaned into the kiss, one hand tangled in hair, the other gripping shoulders. Every inch of my body was touched hands sliding over my breasts, mouths worshiping every curve. When they carried me to the couch, I was dripping. Begging.

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familiar

Cory 1-844-332-2639 ext 407

The screen door slammed shut, and I heard the familiar thud of Ronnie’s sneakers hitting the worn wooden floor. “Mama Cory, we’re back!” he yelled, his voice echoing through the small house. His sister, bless her heart, trailed behind him, her face a picture of quiet contemplation.

Last Sunday was supposed to be a good one. I’d given my son Ronnie and his sister the donation money for church, a whole twenty dollars, carefully saved from my meager earnings at the diner. Church donations weren’t compulsory, but I liked to give what I could to help with church expenses. It was my way of contributing to the community, teaching Ronnie and his sister to be charitable human beings.

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Julie 1-844-332-2639 Ext 453

Sometimes in life you just need a good revenge fuck. And this was one of those times. I’d been dating him for three and a half long years. From the beginning he was suspicious and jealous. He would accuse me of wanting to be with other people. It was infuriating because I would never do that. It’s not me. I loved him. But I couldn’t convince him otherwise no matter how hard I tried. I’m not sure if it was a lack of confidence, things he’d been through in his life or past relationships, or both. It was sad. So I continued to try to reassure him. And I went out of my way daily to try to prove to him that he could trust me. But it’s not uncommon for someone like this to have an affair first. It’s a twisted self protection mechanism. Somehow in their mind they can’t be hurt if they are the ones to hurt the other first. So that’s exactly what he did. I couldn’t believe that I had allowed him to suck all of my positive energy for so long. And that was the way that he thanked me.

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Diana 1-844-332-2639 Ext. 248

I was riding high after a night out with the girls, my tight little dress hugging my curves in all the right places. My boyfriend was waiting up when I got home, “Where have you been?” he asked, eyeing my outfit with a mix of lust and jealousy. I just smiled coyly as I sauntered past, making sure to put an extra sway in my hips.

“You know I had my monthly girls night,” I purred, “But tonight was extra special. Meet my new friend Stefan.”

Behind me, Stefan strode in, his shirt straining over his muscular chest. My boyfriend’s eyes nearly popped out of his head. Stefan wrapped an arm around my waist possessively, pulling me into his side.

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gaming

Amber 1-844-332-2639 ext 404

I smirked, perched on the edge of Liam’s desk, my gaze raking over him. He was tied to his own gaming chair, a pathetic picture of frustrated desire. Miss Anna, a vision in black leather, circled him with her eyes laser-focused on his, her crimson-painted nails tapping against a riding crop she held with menacing grace.

“Having a little trouble, Liam?” I purred, my voice dripping with mock concern. He just groaned, his eyes squeezed shut, a sheen of sweat slicking his forehead. We’d given him a simple rule: hands behind his head, or else. But the little sub was struggling. “Please,” he gasped, eyes fluttering open to meet mine. “Please, Amber, I can’t! I can’t hold it.”

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Rachel 1*844*332*2639 Ext 457

Why does my mind always wander? I failed my freaking final because of it. And of course my professor and his wife insisted that I meet them at their house. Or else I would fail the semester. For some reason I was really nervous this time. I guess deep down I was worried because this would be the last time. So I was scared of what she may want to inflict on me. She obviously hates me and loves to try to humiliate me. She’s wanted to get revenge ever since she caught me under his desk giving him a blow job. It’s all so twisted. I will be so happy to be out of this situation once and for all.

I showed up right on time. There was a drink waiting for me. She said that I would need it to relax. That made me extremely nervous. But I knew I had to do as I was told or else I would regret it. I didn’t want to give her any reasons to prolong or intensify whatever she had planned. So I drank it.

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Trinity 1-844-332-2639 ext 285

The way he begs for me is better than any orgasm. It starts with a look. That hungry, needy stare he gets when I walk into the room wearing nothing but a robe and a smirk. He’s already hard before I even speak. I love that about him—how my presence alone is enough to make him squirm.

“Sit,” I say, and he obeys immediately, settling on the edge of the bed with wide eyes and parted lips.I step in front of him, slowly opening my robe. He inhales sharply, gaze locked on my bare skin, hands clenched at his sides like he’s afraid to touch. He knows better. I haven’t given him permission.

“You want it, don’t you?” I ask, teasing my nipples with my fingers, dragging one hand down my stomach. “Yes,” he breathes. “Please.”  That’s my favorite part. Not the touching. Not even the orgasm. It’s the begging. I live for that whimper in his voice, the tremble in his thighs as he pleads. When he’s on his knees, tongue out, eyes wide and desperate—there’s nothing sexier.

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Cougar Fun

*LUCY* 844-332-2639 xxx- 221

How long has it been since you discovered you loved olden women and having cougar fun? I bet it’s since you were a teenager. There was probably a hot MILF or neighbor you knew that you were desperate to fuck. Well, now you can.

I know that some of my cougar lovers have been calling me for a while, and I will never get tired of fucking you. But maybe there’s some fresh cock out there looking to try someone new. Wanting to see what kind of cougar fun they can have here and who can take their fantasies to the next level.

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Kelly's New Husband

Mama Felicity 1844-332-2639 Ext 270

Newlyweds are adorable, aren’t they? So in love and feeling untouchable. They don’t understand the struggles to come, the hardships they’ll have to endure, and the tests of loyalty that will cross their paths. Kelly’s head is floating in marital bliss; she thinks her husband is the best lover in the world and such a good man. But stupid Kelly doesn’t realize two things.

One, boys will be boys. They are bound to stray if their dick tells them to do so and two, she shouldn’t tell me about good dick because then I’m going to want to test it out for myself.

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