Category: adult

Chastity Dreams

Valerie 1844-332-2639 Ext 243

I’m a babysitter with a big dream. A goal, if you will. I long for a world where every cock, big or small, is locked in a chastity cage. I wish for a time when men are submissive and obedient. Their orgasms are not only controlled by women but so owned that no man could even attempt cumming without a female’s permission.

As a babysitter, I’ve been working hard to see that my dreams indeed become a reality. All those cute lil brats I sit for, every one of them gets their worthless dick locked up tight, and only I have the key!

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Didn't Feel It Cummin'

Lea 1844-332-2639 Ext. 244

This house always be bustlin’ with boys- my husband’s friends, the boys from ’round the neighborhood. Our house is jumpin’, and everyone says it’s the spot to be. Which can be great but I never get any peace and quiet.

Because of them always causes a ruckus at all hours of the day and night, I’ve trained myself to be a real hard sleeper! So hard, in fact, that I didn’t even feel it when it young little punk decided to jerk off on my sleeping face!

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TS Alexus 844-332-2639 EXT 349

There you sit, yet again, sad and depressed. I know you’re sad and depressed because you’ve come in every night this week to pour your heartbreaking stories all over the bartender. I suppose no one else would listen to your loathsome rambling without being paid to do so.

It seems you’ve got nothing to live for, or at least it seems you believe that by the way you talk to strangers, so tonight, I’m going to make you mine. Just like always, after a few too many, you stumble off your stool and make your way out the door and into the darkness.

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Magnetic Connection Part Two

Kayla Cumsalot 1844-332-2639 Ext 357

There are questions a girl should ask before she gets into a car with a stranger; magnetic connection or not. Like, maybe his fucking name! Did I ask him? Nope, sure the fuck didn’t. His warm hand pushed me forward, and as if I were the puppet and he was the master, my feet obeyed. We weaved through the bar and out into the cool spring evening. The street was busy, but I was safe, I told myself as we moved down the sidewalk and walked towards his car.

He didn’t speak, but the scent of his aftershave made my nose arch toward his neck. I was so drawn to him that the warning bells clanging in my brain did nothing to stop me when he pulled open the passenger door, and I slipped inside. He leaned into the car and drew the seat belt between my breasts to strap me in. His playful blue eyes met mine, and he purred, “Safety first.”

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Public Transit Handjob

Ronnie 1844-33-CANDY Ext 443

As you know, I am new to big city life. It’s still so confusing and fast-paced for me, and I’m really just getting used to how everything happens. While shopping downtown, I ended up needing to take the subway. I was pretty nervous about it; you hear so many bad stories about how dangerous public transit can be, especially for women.

After paying, I stood at the platform, feeling like eyes were on me. I tried to shake it off, but as the subway swooshed to a stop before me and I took a seat against the window, I still felt someone watching me.

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  Punishing A Little Theif

Lea 1844-332-2639 Ext. 244

One year, I had this job at the corner gas station. It was a good gig till I got fired for punishing a little. This lil hoodrat would come through after school, pants hanging lower than his tight little ass. He’d have to hold his belt when he waddled to keep them from falling to the floor.

I knew he was too young to be buying adult beverages but that didn;t stop the slick dick from trying. He would turn on the charm, smile at me, and say, “Just this today, Mrs. Lea.” I’d take it from him and tell him to get, but one day, he got real brave.

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Alex 1-844-332-2639 Ext. 425

Don’t we all love a good playlist? In general, but a good sex playlist? That’s all you really need to set the mood most of the time. Screwing without music is so boring. I know that most of you can agree! So I thought I would give you some of my faves that I add in to most of my sex playlists. And I will try not to think of the fact that I will sound like a female Patrick Bateman. From now on I am Patty Bateman. Creative, I know. Anyway, lets get started. You’re itching to know the juicy details by now.

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Burglary

TS Alexus 844-332-2639 EXT 349

I’d cased the house for weeks. It was a giant three-story monster of a home, just screaming for a break-in, but it wasn’t just the house in need of burglary; the man of the house was a fine piece of ass. My dick throbbed against my tight black yoga pants as I waited for the last of the lights to go out.

The night was as dark as the mask I wore over my face. I tugged it down over my chin when the bedroom light faded to nothing. Then, stepping out of my car, I heaved the coil of rope onto my shoulder. My whole body was pulsing with wild excitement. I was about to pull off my most fulfilling burglary yet!

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xXx Francie xXx 844-332-2639 x 208

I can not tell you how pathetic this caller is. The one thing he’s good for is a fucking laugh. He always rings me up when he’s feeling needy for something a grown man should never want. Taboo is one of my favorites, so typically, I’d be excited to discuss those forbidden desires, but here’s the thing. This dumdum likes to chant the stupidest stuff to blow his load.

“Dumdum wants to cumcum! Dumdum wants to cumcum” I mean, how the FUCK does a woman take that seriously? I guess that’s why his tastes are for jailbait.

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Kayla Cumsalot 1844-33-CANDY ext 357

He stood at the dark window, scowling at the freshly falling snow outside. I slipped up behind him and wrapped my arms around his waist. My hands rubbed his bare chest and pulled his hard body back against my soft chest. My lips brushed lightly against the back of his neck. “Snow, in the last week of March,” the last words of his sentence were echoed inside of the glass in his hand as he drained the last of the amber-colored liquid.

“Come to bed,” I snickered, placing light kisses across his shoulder. He scoffed, not at me but at the winter wonderland outside, and didn’t budge, as if the heat of his glaring would melt the offending white stuff before it had a chance to stick.

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