Kayla Cumsalot 1844-33-CANDY Ext 357

I’ve seen you at the club a few times, and the girls always get giddy when they see you walk in. They suspect there is a wealth of cash to be pulled from you, BUT you have a reputation for slipping away before it can get too good. You keep a tight leash on your wallet, but the strippers are always happy to take what they can get either way. 

I am standing just before the exit when I see you scan the room and act as though you’re going to leave. Realizing your go-to girls aren’t milling about the stage area or sitting on laps. The ATM is right by the door, and I lean my body against it. Lengthening out my little core and popping out one hip. I’m wearing black sheer stockings that are bold against the paleness of my thighs; the garter belt holding them up frames a shimmery red pair of cheeky panties, and my bra has lots of straps to catch your eye as they stretch over my cleavage. I’m twirling a lock of strawberry blonde hair around my finger, and I hum when your gaze starts at my heels and SLOWLY devours up the length of my body.

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Hot Fuck

*LUCY* 844-332-2639 xxx- 221

Do you ever have those days where you just need a hot fuck? You know the days I’m talking about. When you’re so busy with everything you barely have time to eat, let alone fuck. That was me a few weeks ago.

I’m definitely not a mall girl and that week especially I’d been putting off picking some things up there. I only go to the mall when necessary, or when buying kinky things. But that day, it was necessary. I had been so busy that I forgot I had to pick up a few dresses and I needed them for an event the next night. I told you I was busy! I barely had time to eat or sleep which meant time for a hot fuck was nonexistent.

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Stephanie 844-332-2639 Ext 454

Sipping a martini in my pink and white polka dot bikini with short shorts over my bikini bottoms and flip flops, I was enjoying the weather, the people and of course the scenery. It had only been two hours since I arrived at the bar down by the river docks.

The bar faced the river docks and I was on the far end of the bar settled on a leather but cushy bar stool. Boat owners would dock their boats all the time, some blaring music, some full of party animals, some just couples, just a variety. In my entire two hours I watched two different boats dock, stay a bit then take off.

I turned away from the river and hopped on my cell, taking short videos for my social media. Showing off my bikini, the background scenery and the serene mood I was in. I took a photo holding up the peace sign when the bartender approached me and sat a martini down in front of me.

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Pretty Little Candy Girl Part Three

Trans Goddess Alexus 1844-332-2639 Ext 349

Amber didn’t sniffle or cry as I pushed her into the house—my brave little candy girl. The cabin was a single dusty room with a bathroom off to one side—a small kitchenette tucked under a small window. The twin-size bed had no sheets or pillows. “Get naked.” I barked, which made Amber flinch.

I couldn’t decide if I was happy or annoyed that she wasn’t fighting me more. Adrenaline had built up in my veins, waiting for this moment, and I was buzzing off the possibilities. Her being compliant hadn’t been a situation I considered.

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Julie 1-844-332-2639 Ext 453

It was most definitely the test drive of my life. The sexy, young salesman gave me a hands on tutorial of the car, from the passenger’s side. It was quite the experience, so sensual. Every time his hand would graze me, it was electrical. It made my whole body tingle. To be honest, I was a little nervous to be driving under his influence. I literally felt weak in the knees. But I tried to play it calm, cool, and collected. We pulled out of the dealership. I hit the throttle and we were off. The way it took off when I barely tapped the gas peddle shot a rush of adrenaline through my body. My whole body was tingling, especially my pussy. I looked over at him. There was no way I could ignore his hard cock protruding through his pants. I think the speed gave him a thrill as well. He kept looking over at my legs, or between them. I hadn’t planned on test driving anything. So I didn’t really think about the fact that I was wearing a very short dress. And it had ridden up, practically exposing my pussy. He obviously noticed.

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bitch

Anna 844-332-2639 EXT. 203

Mommy Anna took her naughty boy to the mall to buy some clothes. She warned him before they left that he’d better behave. Something told her that he wouldn’t so she packed a diaper bag just in case. As they walked in the mall, hand in hand, Mommy Anna started to notice something funny.

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gooner

Cory 1-844-332-2639 ext 407

Across the digital ether, I was spending my day with a loser. We all know the type. He wasn’t anything special or out of the ordinary, just your average gooner who’d found my corner of the internet. He paid me for my time, of course. What he bought, primarily, was attention. Curated, commodified attention. Sometimes a few pics—nothing too wild, just enough to keep the illusion alive. But what he really wanted, what he truly craved above all else, were those trigger words.

You know the ones I mean. Those exact phrases, spoken or typed, that would unravel some tightly wound spring inside him. Words that would trigger him to stroke and edge himself stupid, lost in his own private loop of self-abasement and gratification. I, the puppeteer, tugging on invisible strings with carefully chosen syllables. He, the puppet, dancing to a rhythm only he could hear.

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Mama Felicity 1844-332-2639 Ext 270

Danny has been so bad. He’s too young to be masturbating but you and I both know, once a boy finds his penis, he’ll never leave it alone. I discovered some of his dad’s old dirty magazines under his bed and knew I had to confront him.

I came into his room last night and sat on his bed. I laid the dirty magazine between us, and his face turned so red. He was embarrassed and humiliated, but I touched his thigh and told him that, because he was too young to be touching himself the way he had been, from now on, I would be supervising his masturbation as punishment. He was clearly confused and asked what I meant.

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Stephanie 844-332-2639 Ext 454

Foreplay was just excellent with him. He was considerate in the way that reminded me of myself. I hadn’t gone anywhere near his cock…yet, just stroked it some. Mainly we were running our hands over each other. Exploring, caressing, kissing.

So wrapped up in the moment I forgot about his monster cock and I just wanted to please him. I slid myself over on top of him, and, our arms still wrapped and constantly moving and exploring, he was able to roll further over holding onto me. I ended up on my back with him on top.

“You can tell me,” he said softly. “Tell you what?” “My dick, I know, it’s big. You didn’t expect it, did you?” he stared at me with a curious look which I assumed was because he really wanted to know, he wanted the truth. “It is big and no I didn’t expect this at all. But in a good way.” He rolled over from resting on top of me to right next to me.

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Rachel 1*844*332*2638 Ext 457

Things just keep getting crazier at work. I’m starting to build up a clientele and get some regulars. But I’ve been getting some crazy requests. Believe it or not, a lot of couples come in. Some of them are looking to party and have threesomes. While others are in a cuckholding relationship and want me to take part. Then there are the sleazy guys, the married guys, and the very kinky guys. You wouldn’t believe the requests I get. Let’s just put it this way, it’s whatever you can conjure up in your most wild imagination, and a million times more. I’ve had some really bold customers that just come in and tell me that they want to fuck me. The first time it happened; I was so shocked and speechless. He asked me what time I got off because he wanted to be there to pick me up. It was so scary. He was so creepy. He asked for my phone number and I panicked. I gave him a fake number. He left. Then I got paranoid that he would be infuriated. But thank goodness I haven’t seen him since. But I have had some really kinky customers.

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