Tara 1-844-332-2639 ext 323
There is something fun about having the whole house to yourself. No distractions, no noise, and no pressure to be anywhere else. I enjoy those quiet moments because they give me time to relax and enjoy my playful side.
After work, I usually change into something comfortable, make myself a drink, and turn on music that matches my mood. Some nights I dance around the kitchen while making food, and other nights I stay curled up in bed talking on the phone for hours.
Melanie 1-844-33-CANDY ext 463
You know I’m a switch, and although it’s fun to punish the boys, sometimes this pussy needs some punishment too. I was on the ground, taking it on all fours like a good slut by my Master James. He had my legs and arms tied up as he was brutally fucking me in both holes from behind. I love the abuse. He fucked me with his thick nine-inch cock and my ass and used an even bigger dildo for my roughed-up pussy.
Master didn’t say anything to me during our whole playtime except, “Your knees look pretty all bruised up like that. Maybe I should make your neck match, purple and blue look cute on you.” He continued to play with be, staying behind me, but this time he started pulling my hair, harder and harder. The harder he pulled my hair, the more he was able to reach my throat so he could squeeze it.
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.
Melanie 1-844-33-CANDY ext 463
This weekend is Easter Sunday, perfect timing for my family reunion. Every year the whole family gets together and it’s so much fun and so nice to see everyone. We have my parents, uncles and aunts, and cousins. We play all kinds of games and have contests. My favorite contest is the cherry stem tying contest, which I always win. Come test out my twirly, twisty tongue, boys!
My favorite part of the family reunion is our family orgy though. My Uncle Mike is the one who got me started in it. He showed up with a few cousins and led me into the cabin. He usually takes charge, but now that I’m twenty-two years old, it’s time for me to take charge.
Kara 1-844-332-2639 ext 306
Kara 1844-332-2639 ext 306
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.
Rachel 1*844*332*2639 Ext 457
“Rachel, see me after class” Professor Beckett whispered as he brushed past my desk. My heart immediately started racing at the thought of what on earth might happen next. And my pussy started getting wet in anticipation. But he didn’t lock the door after everyone was gone. He usually locks the door. But instead he came and sat down beside me. He began to explain that people like to talk. And somehow word had gotten back to the dean of the school that we had been messing around. I guess someone saw or heard something. So he said that there was only one way for him to keep his job and for me not to get expelled. He said it wasn’t easy to talk the dean into it, but he finally did. So he told me that I better not screw it up. He told me to go up to his office, get under his desk and wait for him. When he sits down at the desk, it’s my cue to unzip his pants and give him the blowjob of his life because Professor Beckett’s career and my education depend on it.
Melanie 1-844-33-CANDY ext 463
John came to my regular dungeon office to beg me to set him up on a job. He wanted to be used and abused to two huge men. It was his fantasy. I made my regular calls and found Chad and Chaz. They were more than up for the challenge. With dicks at least eight to ten inches long and just as thick to match, they knew they could tear John apart.
I started with my six-inch dildo, and I slowly shoved it in John’s mouth and down his throat. I wanted to hear him choke and gag and beg me for a bigger thicker cock. As he was gagging I said, “I think you can take one even bigger than this.” Chad came in the room already naked with his eight-inch cock swinging from side to side. John looked at it with wide eyes and said, “bigger than this?” I laughed and guided Chaz in the room with his ten-inch cock swinging about.
Cory 1-844-332-2639 ext 407
I’d somehow ended up at a friend’s backyard BBQ, half-listening to a conversation about the merits of different BBQ sauces. That’s when I noticed him leaning against the grill with his shirt sleeves rolled up. His fingers were absently toying with a set of tongs, just as I noticed the sunlight glinting off his wedding ring. Not that I was ogling, of course. I was just appreciating the way his hands moved. When our eyes met, he raised an eyebrow and I froze.
He ambled over, clutching a plate of ribs like a peace offering, and we fell into that classic small-talk rhythm. Compliments on the food, jokes about the humidity, a shared eye-roll at someone’s questionable ketchup-to-mayo ratio. But then, out of nowhere, he asked, “You ever fix a leaky faucet?” and I blinked, because what? “No,” I said, laughing. “I just turn off the water and pretend it’s not dripping.” He chuckled, of course.