Anna 844-332-2639 EXT. 203
Mistress Anna had taken on a new lover. he was quite the bull and not only did he look the part but he fucked the part as well. He was tall muscular covered in tattoos and could intimidate any man or woman just with one look. They did everything together. Everything kinky, filthy or deviant that one could dream up or think of.
Molly 1-844-332-2639 ext 449
The management at my apartment complex is terrible at making timely repairs. I generally take care of small things by myself, but I had no idea how to fix the hole in my bedroom wall. While rearranging my furniture, I dropped one end of my nightstand and now there was a hole in the wall. All the way through to my neighbor’s room. I was screwed. There was no way for me to fix it.
As I was examining the hole, my neighbor walked into his room, looking like he was fresh from a work out or shower. I knew I should look away, but the way the drops of water dripped down his skin was mesmerizing. I knelt down, getting closer to the hole to have a better look.
He stripped out of his baggy shorts and underwear. I’d always thought he was attractive, and I was silently kicking myself for not making a move sooner. He was packing, and I felt my pussy throb with want.
He laid out on the bed and pulled out his phone, scrolling through videos until he found something he liked; idly fondling himself before getting comfortable and focused fully on the screen.
Gabrielle 1-844-33-CANDY ext 469
It was a rare occasion, but my husband was home and it had been so long since we made love. I love partying with other guys when he’s gone, but sometimes I actually do miss him. I married him after all. But I thought it might be a nice change to punish him from being away so much, so I showed him a sexy video of me fucking a man twenty years younger than me.
Let’s get this video on the road and press play. The video started with me laying down on the bed and Randall on top of me. He had body oil in his hands and started rubbing it on my body. He covered my arms, my tits, working his way down my belly, all the way to my pussy and down my legs. I looked like a beautiful golden goddess.
Amber 1-844-332-2639 ext 404
As I stood at the grease-stained counter of Miller’s Auto, I knew this conversation wasn’t gonna go as planned. “Three hundred and forty dollars,” Dave said, not looking up from his ledger. He was a man composed entirely of callouses and indifference. “New alternator, labor, plus the diagnostic fee…tax…”
I looked at the counter, then at my hands. Three hundred and forty dollars was a fantasy. My bank account was a haunting echo of two-digit numbers and my rent was looming like a storm cloud. I thought about the rusted sedan in the bay behind him. It was my only tether to a job that was already dangling by a thread. Without that car, I was nothing. Without that car, I was back on the street.
Little Rachel 1*844*332*2639 Ext 457
My neighbor asked me to babysit her little boy for the day. He was home from school because it was a school holiday. It worked out perfectly since I didn’t have class either. I thought it would be easy to watch a boy that age. He would probably just watch tv or play videogames the whole time. I mean, I was right about that. He did say he just wanted to play on the computer. So I let him sit at my desk on my computer while I studied for finals. I could tell he was acting kind of weird. But it took me a while to realize that his pants were soaking wet. I couldn’t believe a boy of his age wetting himself. When I asked him if he had an accident, he denied it. That made me even more mad. It wasn’t enough that he ruined my office chair but now he was lying to me. I’d had enough. I sternly told him to go into the restroom and take his wet clothes off. Meanwhile, I went to the closet and grabbed a diaper, some wipes, baby powder, and diaper rash cream.
Julie 1-844-332-2639 Ext 453
“Miss Julie, it’s Misty. Are you ready to have some fun?” Her sweet feminine voice whispered. I always love it when Misty gets the rare opportunity to model for me. Misty is a pin up model. We dress her up and have fabulous photo shoots. This time was a spring theme. We went on a delightful shopping spree and picked out a very feminine, little floral romper. Then we hit the lingerie store. She picked out a striking teal teddy. It was velvet with black lace trim and decollete. We got some black lace trimmed stockings to go with it. Then there were the shoes. We couldn’t forget the shoes! And we found the absolute perfect pair. They were four inch heeled, black mary janes. So Sexy!
We transformed her into the sexiest pin up model. Her hair and makeup were on point. And her sassy confidence was evidence that she knew she looked good. The photos most definitely reflected that playful sex appeal. We started outside with the vintage cars. Then we moved to the boudoir. Her poses kept getting sexier and sexier. And more and more risque. So I decided to take this fun to the next level.
Molly 1-844-332-2639 ext 449
A few weeks ago I was cleaning out my Uncle’s storage shed and came across a box of unlabeled VHS cassettes. Who still has cassettes? Luckily I found an old VCR, cords and all, buried halfway down a pile of miscellaneous clothes, electronics and photos. After wrapping up my cleaning for the day I made sure to bring home the cassettes and VCR.
(844-332-2639) ext 398
I’m feeling like a cowgirl. It’s time to milk a cashcow. And I mean it when I say milk. Draining a wallet is easy. It’s much more fulfilling to drain a man’s balls so thoroughly that he throws me his wallet and begs to stop cumming. The real question is which lucky Human ATM will get the honor of satisfying my dirtiest desires tonight.
Maybe it’s you. You’ve been staring at my pictures and listening to my horny voice taunting you to play. Your mind starts thinking about all the filthy things that sexy voice can say. Then your cock is twitching and you can feel your wallet burning a hole in your pocket. You can call it curiosity. Call it lust. Call it relaxation after a long day. Then call me. Continue reading “Every Cashcow Needs a Proper Milking”
Stella 1-844-332-2639 ext 322
I flip the page. The paper makes a crisp sound against the silence. “Section 1: Manual Stimulation Protocol,” I recite, reading aloud as if plainly listing the maintenance steps for a failing engine. “Begin the rhythmic application of pressure in accordance with the provided metronome beat. Speed is currently set to sixty beats per minute. Any deviation in tempo will be noted as a failure in mechanical compliance.”
On my monitor, I watch him. He is trembling. Most men think this is about desire. They are wrong. It is about total hydraulic submission. It is about treating his body as an extension of my own apparatus. “Maintain grip,” I command. My tone is flat and clinical. “Apply lubricant to the friction points to ensure smooth operation of the interface. You are not permitted to deviate from the prescribed movement. If the system experiences an overload, you are to suppress the response. Stalling the mechanism is strictly prohibited.”
Melanie 1-844-33-CANDY ext 463
“You take it like a whore, is that how you’d like me to treat you? I could call up a few people who have money. How about it, baby, wanna see how much you’re worth?” John came over to my house and begged me to fill all his holes. Of course it’s not as much fun doing it alone, so I called up a few buddies of mine that had huge poles. Let’s see how John handles this.
Three of my good buddies, Carlos, Jake, and Adam, all showed up an hour later, ready to spit roast poor little Johnny! And they were loaded. You could see wads of cash sticking out of their pockets. Carlos and Jake were up first. Carlos took John’s ass, while Jake’s rod went inside John’s mouth to shut him up. They were fucking and thrusting in and out, both in rhythm.