Rachel 1*844*332*2639 Ext 457

I call him Mr. Mysterious. He always remains anonymous. I don’t know his name, where he’s from, or anything else about him. He uses an unregistered gift card. So he doesn’t have to give me any personal information. But I can always recognize his distinctive voice. It’s so deep and so sexy. Just the sound of it makes me all tingly and wet. When he says my name, my heart skips a beat. It turns me on so much. He’s older and dominant. I feel so young, naïve, and submissive with him. He makes me feel so special and so protected. I love it when he tells me what to do and uses my body for his own gratification and pleasure.

We love roleplaying. It’s always some type of age play, family fun, forced, domination, or bdsm. He has a very vivid and extreme imagination. And he always has very detailed and creative roleplay ideas. The roleplays always include mutual masturbation. He loves to make me cum, and he loves to hear me cum. Of course I love making him cum and hearing him cum just as much, or maybe even more.

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Amber 1-844-332-2639 ext 404

My Succubus costume was cheap red vinyl and was slutty enough that I felt the wind lift the hem with every step. I’d spent an hour applying black as night liquid eyeliner and slicking on the perfect shade of red lip gloss that tasted like artificial cherry and bad decisions. I wanted every eye on me. The kind of attention that made lesser girls blush, the kind that promised chaos.

I moved through the crush of masked students like I owned the ground, thriving on the whistles and the lingering stares. Every glance felt like a currency, and I was rolling in it. That’s when I saw him. He was standing alone, leaning against the wrought-iron fence of an old, unused cemetery that bordered the sidewalk—a classic mistake, I realized later.

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Melanie 1-844-332-2639 ext. 463

I was working in my dungeon, excuse me, my OFFICE, and a really interesting client came downstairs to greet me. He was very alpha, brown hair and eyes, covered in muscles. It looked like he really like to work out. He told me that he was a very dominant man, but he wanted to try something new and be a sub for once. I was up for the challenge!

I told him to go to the wall and the first step in becoming a sub was becoming vulnerable, so I made him shed all his clothes, including his boxers and socks. Nothing can make you more submissive than standing completely naked in front of a stranger. He went along with it, and I admired the specimen that was standing in front of me.

The next step was putting on a pair of frilly underwear. Wearing panties was like a gateway to dressing up all together. He said he wasn’t feeling fully brave enough to wear clothes, but he was willing to try on a pair of panties for me. I got the girliest pair I could find: pink lacey panties with a bow on the front.

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Melanie 1-844-332-2639 EXT 463

I was at a coffee house one day and I saw an interesting flyer on the wall. It was for a girl-on-girl Jello wrestling contest. I’ve been stuck in a rut, and I was all for trying something new. I decided to let them pick a random girl for me and just be surprised.

On a Friday night, I got to the contest. It was in an old, abandoned warehouse. It was a little spooky, but I was all ready for it. Showing off my beautiful, perky tits, was my purple sequin bikini and beautiful matching purple makeup. I had my hair pulled up in a messy bun, I didn’t want it pulled too much, although that wouldn’t be the worst thing in the world.

I saw a soft kiddie pool full of lime green Jello. It looked good enough to eat, especially after our dirty feet and bodies soak in it. I know I would surely make my opponent eat it. I saw my opponent, Cherry, on the other side of the mat. She was about my height but built with nothing but pure muscle.

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Melanie 1-844-332-2639 ext. 463

Mr. Frank was my cheer team’s biggest contributor. He won an award, and I couldn’t wait to give him his prize. He told me backstage one day that he had a fantasy of a cheer team massage turn orgy. I would invite the girls to my house and then ask him to come too. He would walk up the stairs on go to the room at the end of the hallway. That’s where they were waiting for him.

Melissa, the captain and tall blonde, told him to strip down to his boxers if that made him the most comfortable and to lay down on the bed. Melissa came up on his left, and Judy, her right hand, beautiful tall red head, came up on his right side. They were no longer wearing their cheer uniforms but matching red and purple satin lingerie instead.

Judy had some body oil in her hand and started rubbing it in all over Mr. Franks back, down his sculpted ass, and his legs. She told him to turn over; they were ready to handle his front side now too.

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Melanie 1-844-332-2639 ext. 463

Eddy came to me one day because he loved my sense of fashion, especially lingerie fashion. He wanted so badly to wear his first pair of panties, but he wasn’t sure how to do it. I told him to come over to my house after work one day and I would love to help ease him into it.

First thing I needed to know was if there was a style, color, fabric that he had in mind. He wanted to feel as girly as possible, so we went for some pink satin bikini panties. I told him that it was a great first option. He came up to my room and I had the perfect pair in mind for him.

Eddy stripped his clothes from the bottom down. I told him he could keep his shirt on for starters if he felt more comfortable, but his pants, underwear and preferably socks would need to come off. He had a nice package to work with, but I didn’t want to pay attention too much and make him uncomfortable.

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Stella 1-844-332-2639 ext 322

My basement isn’t for old boxes. It’s for pleasure. And this week, it held Jacques. The chains were thick but soft. Not to hurt him, just to hold him. He was stretched out on the cold stone floor, a thick mat beneath him, with his arms and legs secured. On the first day, he looked excited, but a little nervous too. I just smiled. “Welcome,” I whispered, and his whole body tensed.

I started slow. Just walking around him, my bare feet silent on the floor. I wore a thin robe, the silk brushing my skin. His eyes, usually so confident, were wide and fixed only on me. I could feel his gaze like a physical touch. I bent down, just out of his reach, letting my robe open a little, showing the curve of my thigh. He made a low sound, a guttural groan.

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Anna 844-332-2639 EXT. 203

Miss Anna had been assigned a new boss at work. She immediately couldn’t stand him at first sight. He seemed like a real prude. He would correct everything she did, and make her even re-do assignments over and over.

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Stella 1-844-332-2639 ext 322

He stood in the shadows, his eyes, like deep pools, watching me. Vladimir. Not the monster from old tales, but something more compelling. He was power, yes, but he also a deep, aching loneliness that immediately drew me in. His gaze did not leave mine. There was no fear in me, only a strange, dark hunger. I reached him, standing so close I could feel the cold radiating from his skin, a faint pulse beneath it.

“You look at me,” I said, “like you wonder what I will do.” He gave a small nod. “I wonder, Stella.” His voice was a rich hum, like a cello string. I lifted my hand, not to touch his face, but his chest, finding the hard muscle beneath his velvet coat. He did not flinch. “Tonight,” I whispered, my fingers pressing lightly, “you will let me wonder.” His eyes widened. I could feel the surprise, but also a hidden interest, a spark.

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Warned

I’m the girl from the wrong side of the tracks. The one your Mama warned you about. I am every Mother’s worst fear for her precious little boy. When she thinks about him growing up and finding a wife, she prays it isn’t me.

She gets on her knees and begs that he’ll find a good, wholesome woman. Not a chain-smoking, cuss word-spewing, promiscuous bitch from the trailer park. However, you don’t want a wholesome woman, do you? Aching for me is just something you can’t help! Wanting the one your Mama warned you about, but are you man enough to keep me?

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