Author: Writer

1800-33-CANDY Ext 423

I leaned against the cool metal of the locker, my breath still ragged from the intense workout. My gaze lingered on you, Coach, as you finished packing up the equipment. The gym was empty now, the echoes of our team’s cheers and grunts long faded away. My ride was running late, as usual, and I found myself with an unexpected opportunity.
“Coach,” I purred, my voice low and sultry, “I think I need a little extra… coaching.” I watched as your eyes widened, surprise and desire flickering in their depths.
I sauntered over to you, and traced a finger down your chest, feeling the hard muscles beneath your shirt. “I’ve been watching you, Coach,” I murmured, my lips curling into a wicked smile. “I’ve seen the way you look at me during practice.” Continue reading “Afterhours with My Coach” →

Diana 1-844-332-2639 Ext. 248

Earlier this week, I embarked on a work trip to seal the deal with our biggest donor yet. Little did I know, this trip would turn out to be so much more than just another meeting.

As I entered the sleek conference room, I locked eyes with the powerful man across the table. He was even more handsome in person, with piercing blue eyes and a chiseled jawline that made my panties dampen instantly.

The meeting went smoothly, all the while picturing him pinning me against the wall and ravishing my body. Once the formalities were over, I suggested we continue the discussion over drinks at the rooftop bar. He accepted my “generous” offer with a devilish grin.

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Stormy Night

Posted 1 year ago by Writer

 

Kara 1844-332-2639 ext 306

It was a stormy night, the rain pourin’ down in sheets as I sat parked in the deserted lot. I’d been drivin’ around aimlessly, restless and horny as all get out. That’s when I noticed the other car, parked a few spaces over. Through the rain-streaked window, I could make out the silhouette of a man sittin’ inside. An idea struck me, wicked and sudden. With a mischievous grin, I slipped my hand beneath my skirt, my fingers findin’ my damp panties. I rubbed myself through the fabric, bitin’ my lip to stifle a moan. The man in the other car seemed to be watchin’ me, his face obscured by the darkness. Emboldened, I hooked my fingers in the waistband of my underwear and slid them down my legs, kickin’ them off onto the passenger seat.

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Kara 1844-332-2639 ext 306

It was our dirty little secret, sneakin’ off to the old oak tree behind the property. That white man, he had me all worked up with them expensive gifts and his fat wallet. But it was that thick, throbbing cock I really craved. When he had me pinned to that tree, his strong hands gripping my flesh, I knew I was in for a ride.

He grabbed a handful of my wild hair, yankin’ my head back. “Fuck, baby. I love me a chocolate bitch in heat,” he groaned, grindin’ his manhood against me.”That’s it, say it! You want me to breed this sweet nigga pussy? Put a baby in yo’ belly?” His words sent shivers down my spine, even as they filled me with shame. I bit my lip, noddin’ frantically as he slid a finger inside me, makin’ me wetter than I’d ever admit. He pushed me to my knees, my face mere inches from his massive white cock. I hesitated for a split second, lookin’

Continue reading “Dirty Little Secret” →

Zesty Zoey 1-844-332-2639 Ext 403

Last year my big brother gave me the worst Valentine’s Day present ever!  He heard about this service where you could send someone special a Spank-O-Gram.  That jerk thought that it would make the perfect Valentine’s surprise for me!  His little sister!  How dare he!

I had no idea what he had planned for that day.  Just all of a sudden, there was a knock at the front door.  I should have known something was up by the wicked grin on my big brother’s face.  Mommy Anna opened the door and welcomed a man dressed as Cupid inside.

Continue reading “Zoey Got a Spank-O-Gram with Mommy Anna” →

Aynsley 1-844-332-2639 Ext. 459

Listen up, because I’m only going to warn you once: don’t fall in love with me. Trust, you can’t handle all this.

I see the way you look at me in lecture, undressing me with your eyes. I know you’re thinking about all the filthy things you want to do to this 20-year-old college pussy. Newsflash – the sex is actually that good. You won’t be satisfied with any other girl after me, I guarantee it. Once you get a taste, you’ll be obsessed.

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Quack & Wack

Posted 1 year ago by Writer

Diana 1-844-332-2639 Ext. 248

Hey babes. Do you like to quack while you’re wacking it? Because I want to tell you all about a very hilarious and pathetic loser I talked to last week. First, guy slips into my dms and says he’s in a duck blind. Being a sophisticated urban dweller, I was like, what the hell is that? He told me was duck hunting and sent me a selfie confirming where he was.

I started laughing my butt off and and teased him about how he couldn’t even go a few hours without putting his hands on that gooner cock, squeezing and stroking it. Even in the middle of Mother Nature!

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1-844-33-CANDY Ext. 423

Ever since you were a young, I have noticed there was something off about you as a boy. Especially since I knew you were a bit different than the average boy, not being interested in sports and action figures… At least not in the “normal” way typical boys would be. I would catch you gawking at the sports players on TV, and telling me how cute each player was. You didn’t care what sport it was. Whatever Daddy put on, you were instantly hypnotized by all that masculine ass across the screen. In your late teen years, Daddy had noticed and overheard our conversations in private. He heard about what you loved about the sports he had switched onto television…

Continue reading “Mommy’s Sissy Boy Pt. 1” →

Aynsley 1-844-332-2639 Ext. 459

Let me spill a dirty little secret that’s gonna make jaws drop faster than a dude’s pants when he sees my 20-year-old goods. I’m the proudest owner and manager of the tightest, hottest pussy in the game, and lemme tell you – I ain’t proud of being a homewrecker (I got a sweet side too, I swear!), but hear me out on why us youngins just can’t resist being every man’s ultimate temptation.

See, when a bro is choosing my slick, supple slit over his dried-up old lady’s wrinkly hole, can you really blame a girl for lapping up all the attention? It’s like, thanks for your service, granny, but you just can’t compete with the fiery passion that only a naive little co-ed like me can offer! I’m not just any bourgeois bitch, I’m the total package – I got that college girl je ne sais quoi that’ll make your man weak in the knees and begging for a taste.

Continue reading “My Dirty Little Secret” →

Diana 1-844-332-2639 Ext. 248

It started when my neighbor, Steve,  knocked on my door and handed me a sleek black box adorned with a red satin bow. “A little Valentine’s Day treat for you,” he said with a mischievous twinkle in his eye. I thanked him and opened the box, revealing an assortment of gourmet truffles. They smelled divine, so I popped one into my mouth and savored the rich chocolate melting on my tongue.

Little did I know, those decadent treats held a secret ingredient – a potent aphrodisiac potion that would change everything. Steve must have slipped it in when I wasn’t looking! Later that evening, there was a knock at the door again. It was Steve, this time wearing a sinful grin.

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