Sherry 1844-332-2639 ext 399
After teasing my boyfriend throughout the day, I finally got him alone in his office. I sent him a racy photo to help him as I guided him to ecstasy. He told his secretary he was having a phone conference and not to disturb him as he locked his office door. I could tell he was so hard for me when he said hello.
Julie 1844-332-2639 Ext 453
Soaking in a warm bubble while sipping on a glass of wine, my imagination starts to wander and so does my hand. Before I know it, I’m deep into fantasy about the sweet salesboy that’s going to hand deliver my brand new red satin stilettos. Oh, yeah! I quickly remember that he’s going to be here soon and I have a lot to do! I hop out, dry off, sit on the side of the tub, and proceed to squirt warm oil all over my feet, I thoroughly rub it into my soft, pink soles. My red toenails are the perfect shade to match my new shoes. I slip on a simple, slinky, little black dress and tiny red gstring. After hair, makeup, and a dab of my seductive natural perfume, I’m ready!
I put out some cheese, fruit, bread, and a couple of glasses. The bottle of wine is breathing. And I’m waiting in anticipation. Soon I hear a knock at the door. It’s him! My heart begins to race with excitement. I run to the door and open it. His eyes grow big, as if surprised to see me. He has to remember me, the shoes, my size….
Julie 1844-332-2639 Ext 453
I haven’t been able to stop thinking about my encounter with the salesboy at the shoe store. The way he caressed my feet with that look in his eyes. I can’t help but get so wet when I think about it. I wonder if he gets that turned on by a lot of women’s feet. He probably doesn’t even remember me.
Butterflies flutter through my stomach as I call the shoe store. I’m really hoping he’s working today and he answers. My heart stops as I hear a female voice on the other end of the line. ”Uh, hello, I was in your store last week and I’m wondering if you’ve gotten a shipment in because you didn’t have the shoes I wanted in my size.” “Please hold” she says. Disappointed, I wonder if I should just hang up and go in. But just as I’m about to.. ”Hello, Ma’am?” says a sweet young man’s voice. My heart sinks, I know it’s him! “Uh, YES!?” After a brief pause, his voice changes. I think he knows it’s me! Now I’m really nervous! “How can I help you?” he asks in a much more serious tone. Trying to act calm and
Julie 1844-332-2639 Ext 453
As I sit in embarrassment with the whole store watching, I look up to see the sweet salesboy holding out a hand for me to grab so that he could help me up off the floor. I reach up and grab his hand. He’s nervous. His hand is trembling and sweaty but he holds on tight, as if he really cares and wants to get me safely onto the bench. I look up, he’s blushing and sweating but our eyes lock. He helps me onto the bench but we can’t take our eyes off each other. “Are yyou ok, ma’am?” he stutters with a quivering voice. “Yes, I’m fine, thank you, just a bit embarrassed” I smile up at him and can’t help but blush myself as I feel a surge of energy and palpitations between my legs.
He kneels down between my legs and grabs the red satin stiletto and shows it to me as if to showcase model it in his hands for approval. My heart skips a beat, it’s so gorgeous! I start to fantasize about what I can wear with them and where I can go in them. I want them! I need them! And I
Julie 1844-332-2639 Ext 453
My shoe fetish started as a young girl. One of my first memories was trying to steal my friend’s shoes because they were the first heels I had ever seen for little girls. They were white wedge sandals. I was so sad when I had to give them back.
Ever since then I just can’t pass up a cute pair of heels! I think it may be an addiction! Just yesterday I found myself headed towards the mall as if I didn’t have power over my own body. I knew I didn’t NEED any more shoes but the thought made me so wet.
By the time I got there I had to take my drenched panties off and leave them in the car. The excitement was building as I was walking to entrance. The cool breeze was swirling under my sundress giving my wet pussy goosebumps and making it single even more. I finally make my way to my favorite shoe store. The are heels in every color, style, and size on glass shelves floor to ceiling. I feel my clit starting to tingle and I wonder if everyone can tell. I blush as I look around, feeling naked, looking guilty.
xXx Francie xXx 844-332-2639 x 208
I Locked Up his dick! I can’t believe I forgot to tell you about my VERY first phonesex call! Honestly, I thought my first call would be a fun little suck and fuck or some extraordinary small penis humiliation, but it was even better than that! What could be better, you’re wondering?
The pathetic little dick wad knew he’d be better off as a dickless tongue slave, so he called me up and allowed me to guide him into removing that useless little appendage he called a cock by Locking it uptight.
xXx Francie xXx 844-332-2639 x 208
She’s hot, but I’m hotter. Your girlfriend loves you, and I can’t say that I do; however, I can tell she will never fuck you the way I will. She’ll cook you dinner and pick out your clothes. Hell, she may even clean up after you and pump gas into your car, but none of what she can do for you will cross your mind while I’m between your legs.
Kinky Krysta 1844-332-2639 Ext.410
This spring break, I took a trip to visit my sister! We live so far away from each other that any time I do get to spend with her is normally so special. However, on this trip, she couldn’t take time off from work, so I had to find ways to entertain myself until she got off of work.
I guess that’s where watching her husband touch himself came in.
Francie 1844-332-2639 xXx 208
I told the hostess we had arrived, and she led us to a back booth, one dimly lit and far away from the rest of the crowd. I requested this spot when booking the reservation. It was somewhere we’d have to sit close as we enjoyed dinner, and I convinced him to loosen his moral compass for only one night.
I slid into the booth, which allowed me to face the rest of the restaurant. Then patted the seat next to me, “Don’t make me sit all alone.” He looked at the seat for a moment, weighing the options. Sitting so close, he knew, was dangerous. I could see him calculating a way to sit across from me. He popped the center button on his suit jacket, and I purred wickedly, “Unless you’re afraid you can’t handle it and will wanna fuck me tonight instead of your wife.” His false bravado had him laughing casually as he sat beside me.
Trans Alexus 1844-332-2639 Ext 349
Our boys were staggered, so her’s was closest to her, then mine, hers, and finally mine. They couldn’t see, thanks to their latex unicorn masks, were anally stuffed with heavy plugs, and wore clunky, impossible shoes. All while naked and sporting some seriously hard erections from the impending humiliation.
“If one of mine wins, he can join us in your bed this evening!” Alex kicked her feet playfully and added, “Actually, whoever wins can, and all that loses will be put in chastity and made to kneel while you and I please the winner.”
“How’s that for motivation?” I used my riding crop to trace the head of one slave’s dripping erection, and they clogged their hoofs in unison.
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