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Rachel 1*844*332*2639 Ext 457

He likes my feet, of all things. It was bikini week at work again. I had a customer that was telling me about how he’s a content creator. He said that he likes to help girls get started on subscription only websites. Supposedly he helps them make a lot of money selling content. I began to wonder if he was at the breastaurant to scout out new girls to promote.

When it was time for my break I headed out to take a quick dip in the pool. I got out so that I would have time to dry off before my break was over. By that time he had made his way outside. He was just watching all of the girls. Then he called me over to talk.  He told me that he knew how I could make some serious money. And there wouldn’t have to be any nudity involved. And I wouldn’t even have to show my face. This all sounded so perfect for me. But I wondered how on earth I would be able to do that. That’s when he told me that it’s my feet. He told me that I have the cutest little feet.

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Cory 1-844-332-2639 ext 407

Corey was always so eager. It was almost endearing. But then, softness wasn’t what he paid for, was it? He paid for the sharpest edge of my expectations, the cold precision of my demands, and the delicious humiliation that bloomed in his chest with every transaction. “Are you ready, sissy?” I typed, watching the ‘typing…’ indicator flicker on our private chat. A beat of silence, then his reply: “Yes, Mistress. Always ready.”

I smiled, a slow, controlled thing. He called himself a finsub, but to me, he was just Corey, my little piggy bank dressed in a perpetually apologetic expression, even through text. And a sissyboy, of course. That was the real fun of it. “Good. My new Louboutins are calling to me. They’re a rather fetching shade of scarlet, don’t you think?” I sent him a picture I’d pulled from the designer’s website – the most impractical, yet undeniably beautiful, pair of stilettos. “I think they would look perfect on me. Don’t you agree?”

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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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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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Mr. Kinky

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I have this one really kinky client. I call him Mr. Kinky. He comes into the club and watches me dance. But he’s always staring at my feet. I see his cock getting hard in his pants. But he never asks for a private dance at the club. Instead, he asks me out on a date. He’s always such a gentleman. We go out to the nicest restaurants. He wines me and dines me. And shows me off to all of his friends. He even takes me to business parties and other events. Everyone thinks that we are dating. They don’t realize that I’m an escort that he hires. We always have a lot of fun together. And afterwards we always go back to his place. It’s an extravagant penthouse. He puts some music on and asks me to dance. Then he sits there and stares at my feet again. Once he gets hard, he asks me to take my shoes off. While I do, he takes his pants off. Then he asks me to hand him my shoes. So I do. He takes them and starts rubbing them all over his face. Then I go make a drink.

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Julie 1-844-332-2639 Ext 453

It started out as just a typical Monday morning at the gym. I was wearing my little white spandex shorts with no panties, of course. And my little white sports bra to match. There was this one guy that kept staring at me. Every time I looked at him, he would turn away and pretend he wasn’t looking. I decided to mess with him and tease him a little bit. I bent over intentionally. I knew my shorts were pretty much see through. And my sports bra pushed my tits together giving me massive cleavage. I was having so much fun. It was turning me on to be honest. Because I saw the massive hard on protruding through his shorts. We both needed to cool down. So I headed to the pool. I slipped into a changing room and put on my new neon pink bikini. When I opened the door, there he was. Like right there, blocking me from stepping out. “What are you doing?” I playfully asked with a flirtatious giggle. But his eyes were serious. He let himself in and locked the door behind him.

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Rachel 1*844*332*2639 Ext 457

I’ve been at my breastaurant job for a few weeks now. It’s been an eye opening experience to say the least. I never realized it would be so crazy. But now everything is making so much more sense. The hiring manager pretty much informed me that in order to succeed here, I would need to do special favors for him. Right at that moment I thought about how friendly he is with all of the girls. Now I know why. They all have “special” relationships with him. At first, I didn’t think that I wanted this. But after I started getting some big tips from regulars, I reconsidered. Also the girls say it’s worth it and that he’s not that bad. And they told me that the assistant manager used to be a server. That’s how she got promoted. Now I know why she turned her nose up and treated me so rudely when I started. The other girls told me that she’s so jealous of all the other girls. And she tries to come in even on her days off because she wants to make sure he’s not having sex with anyone else. But that doesn’t stop him.

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Rachel 1*844*332*2639 Ext 457

I had been at my new job at the breastaurant for a little over a week and I was loving it. My manager told me that he likes to check in with new girls to see how everything is going and answer any questions. He told me to meet him in his office after my shift. I was excited to tell him how much I was enjoying my job and how appreciative I am for him taking a chance on me. But when the other girls saw me heading back to his office they were acting so weird. It was like they knew something that I didn’t. So I started getting nervous that he was going to fire me or something. Maybe everyone already knew except me. I knocked lightly on the door. He yelled to come in. So I did. He told me to have a seat. So I did. Then he asked me how everything was going and how I liked the job. I told him that I loved it and that I was so grateful. He told me that he was very pleased to hear that. I was very relieved that he seemed happy with me.

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Lying on the floor, I blinked over and over as another load splashed over my face. The big, black Bukakke party was in full swing now. Twelve men stood in a circle around me. Each one stroking a monster like big, black dicks. Purple heads all around, dripping precum down on my skin, and then a gruff grunt would fill the air, and a warm spray of cum would splatter over my skin.

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Julie 1-844-332-2639 Ext 453

“Dr. Julie, I think my husband is a closet sissy. He’s always hiding in my closet and trying on my clothes. He can’t hold a job or get a job because he’s so obsessed with being a sissy. I’m so sick of him not working. So I have an idea. I’m going to turn his obsession into money. That way we will both be happy. Can you please help me? Will you take him shopping for some slutty lingerie? Then take pictures of him in it? So that I can post him for hire?” she practically begged.

It sounded like fun to me. But I had to make sure it was the best thing for him. After having a long session with him, I was confident that it was. He was beyond ecstatic to go lingerie shopping.

So we went and picked out several sexy things for him to try on. Then we headed to the dressing room. He got more and more turned on as he tried each slutty thing on. I could see him getting harder and harder. And my instinct is, see a hard cock, make it cum.

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