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.
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.
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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Bethany
I was his sultry dominatrix , and he was my sissy submissive slut. Brought him out of his shell, and helped him find confidence. So after a few months of play time, he stated to me that he couldn’t be my sissy slut, because he had found himself a new relationship. I actually had liked him, and I loved the fun we were having to be honest. Brought him out if his shell, and made him more confident.
I needed a rebound fling. I decided to go out, needed my fix for domination.
Anna 844-332-2639 EXT. 203
Mistress Anna put out an ad: Calling all submissive sluts. She needed to find a new Sissy to whore out and train for her own selfish, deviant, sexual purposes. Many came, lined up and interviewed, but she managed to narrow it down to a single one: He was extremely horny, very submissive, and in dire need of training.
Roxy 1(844) 332-2639 Ext 414
There’s a client at the club that really enjoys multi girl dances. Then he will choose two or more of us to go back to his place to party with him. And his idea of partying is watching us have sex with each other. But the other night, he got a little carried away. He invited three of us over. Doing what we do, we always come well equipped with a bag of goodies of course. We never know what we might need, if you know what I mean 😉
While he was making us some drinks, the three of us went into the powder room to change into our sexy lingerie. When we came out, the room was dark. He had a bunch of candles lit. And he told me to get ready for the night of my life. I wondered why he said it to me but not them. Then he told me to sit down and spread my legs as wide as I could get them. Since I had on a crotchless teddy, my pussy was completely exposed. He told the other two girls to get down on their knees, between my legs.
Amber 1-844-332-2639 ext 404
I walked into the empty storefront, the echo of my heels clicking on the polished concrete floor. This was it—the future home of OnlyFucks, a place where anything goes and sex is always on the table. No taboo is too weird or wonderful. I could already see the shelves lined with books, toys, and other delights that would make even the most conservative of folks blush.
My best friend and business partner, Jake, stood by the window, sketching out a layout on a notepad. “You know, Amber, this is going to be a fucking hit,” he said, looking up with a grin. “People are going to love it.” I smiled back, feeling a rush of excitement. “Oh, I know. I can already see the lines out the door. But first, we need to make sure everything is perfect.” He raised an eyebrow. “Perfect? Or perfectly filthy?”
Amber 1-844-332-2639 ext 404
Mark, bless his heart, shifted nervously on the edge of my worn velvet chaise lounge. His eyes, usually bright with a hopeful glint, were now clouded with a desperate hunger. He thought I liked him. He truly did. And maybe, in some twisted way, I did. But mostly, I liked the way the crisp hundred-dollar bills felt between my fingers after our sessions.
I moved with a practiced grace, as my many years of dance lessons finally started to pay off. I circled him slowly, my fingertips trailing lightly over the fabric of his neatly pressed shirt. He flinched at my touch, a tremor running through his body. He was so easy to control, a marionette dancing to the tune of my whispered commands. The rules were clear, etched in unspoken agreement between us. He could pump. He could stroke. But he could never, ever cum. He couldn’t touch me, but I could touch him. I was the conductor of this bizarre symphony of frustration, and he was my willing, albeit tormented, instrument. Nothing more than a plaything…A pet.
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.
I slide my panties down slowly, watching him watch me. I can see how badly he wants to Continue reading “The Way He Begs for Me Is Better Than Any Orgasm”
Amber 1-844-332-2639 ext 404
I saunter into your Vegas hotel room, my hips swaying hypnotically as I approach you, the high roller of the night. I’m here with my friend, and together, we have a plan to entice you into giving us your winnings. But first, we want to give you a show you’ll never forget. I turn to my friend, giving her a wink as I begin to slip out of my dress. It pools at my feet, leaving me standing there in nothing but a pair of lacy panties and a seductive smile. My friend follows suit, and soon we’re both standing before you in nothing but our undergarments.
I can see the surprise and desire in your eyes as you take us in. I step closer, my hand reaching out to trace a finger along your chest. “Like what you see?” I ask, my voice low and sultry. You nod, unable to speak as you take in the sight of us. My friend and I exchange a wicked grin, knowing that we have you right where we want you. I move closer, my lips brushing against your ear as I whisper, “Why don’t you sit back and enjoy the show?”