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Trinity 1-844-332-2639 ext 285

Messy Beginnings, Monday to Wednesday is exactly how this week started—because I’ve never been good at playing it safe. Monday came in hot. I woke up still sore from the weekend, and yet somehow craving more. My phone buzzed with a message: “You still taste like Sunday. That was all it took.

By lunchtime, I was under my desk, skirt bunched up, voice low on a video call, pretending to talk spreadsheets while my fingers played a different set of numbers. I sent him a photo after—no face, just legs, lips, and the evidence of my distraction. He replied with a voice note that made me clench around nothing.

Tuesday was no better. We played “Would You Rather” in the group chat, but the way he answered every question felt like a dare. Would I rather do it in public or on camera? Would I rather be tied up… or do the tying? By Wednesday, I had to admit it: this week was already off the rails. I wore no panties to the grocery store just because he told me not to. I wanted to be bad. And game night hadn’t even started yet.

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Filthy Little Desk Chair

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Pulling all-nighters is never easy, but with Jeremy as my study buddy, I tend to get more done. See, Jeremy loves to be my filthy little desk chair when we get paired up. He gets totally naked and sits under my desk. Then he pulls my panties down my thighs and leans his head back at the edge of my regular desk chair. His chin pointed up, and his greedy mouth stays wide open, all ready for me to sit on his face.

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Stephanie 844-332-2639 Ext 454

“Yeah get down, on those knees, yeah.” he said upon entering and shutting the door. He unbuckled his pants and slid them down. His cock totally erect he slipped his Hi Vis safety vest off. “Put it on, I want you to wear it while you suck my cock” he said, breathing heavily. I giggled, slipping it on. “No no take everything off, just wear my vest.” I undressed completely and then slipped the vest on. “Oh yes, fuck yes fuck I knew it, I fucking knew it”

“Mmm commando,” I giggled. He laughed. “Just makes things easier.” he joked still wearing his hard hat. “Came right over, I hope you don’t mind.” “Your sweaty balls? Why would I mind?” I giggled. He laughed as I slipped his cock in my mouth slowly and down my throat. “Oh I need this so bad today. Thinking about you and that tongue all day. Thank you” he moaned, breathing deeply.

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Smothered By Smoke

Lea 1844-332-2639 Ext. 244

Smoke fills my lungs as I inhale deeply, and my chin tips up toward the ceiling. Ahh, I love the burn trickling down my throat where it stretches out in my chest. The loser under my ass slaps at my mammoth thighs in an attempt to tap out. That’s not how this works. There is no tapping out. There is only taking what I give him. I stay balanced over him for a moment longer, his sweaty palm getting desperate the longer I wait. When I lift my ass, he chokes and tries to sit up. Gasping for a gulp of air, I’d been denying him, but instead of allowing him to suck in that deliciously needed fresh air, I gripped his chin and pressed our mouths together. Blowing the used cigar smoke into his desperate lungs.

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Stephanie 844-332-2639 Ext 454

I was contacted to cheer him up. He suffered a recent breakup and his cousin hired me. I dressed in full lingerie with a romper covering. It was after midnight and this was really last minute. Normally I required a few hours notice but I was up and he offered more money for the inconvenience.

He opened the door and motioned for me to come in. I walked in and removed my coat, he took it, slipped it over his arm then set it over a chair in the kitchen across from us. “You look really good. Do I pay you now?” he asked, walking over. “Yes” he handed me the cash rolled up. After counting it I put it in my purse, he sat on the couch, I joined him.

He put his arm around me and I scooted close to him. He started kissing my neck and rubbed his hand over my tits. He started to pinch my nipples through my clothing.

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Pegging Event

Posted 5 months ago by Diana

Diana 1-844-332-2639 Ext. 248

I was casually scrolling through Facebook when I did a total doubletake. “Pegging Event!” No way, I said to myself. There’s no way this could be about one of my favorite activities, pegging!

To me, there’s something so primal and erotic about taking control, flipping the script, and making a man surrender to pleasure in this way. I get to be the top, the one in charge, while he gets to be vulnerable and open, taking my dick up his ass. It’s always an incredible rush.

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Bra Duty Punishment

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He’s been bad. My little miniature man. He’s about the size of my pinkie nail. You would think a boy that small would be no problem at all, but he hasn’t accepted his fate as my tiny, shrunken plaything. He keeps trying to escape and run away from me. Honestly, it makes me more sad than mad. I love him, and he’s mine. I’m going to keep him, and the sooner he embraces his fate and loves me back, the better we’ll get along.

I can not tolerate his behavior, though, so I’m putting him on bra duty punishment until he comes around. His punishment is all prepped, my comfortable front-clasping bra is laid out on the dining room table. The clasp in it had broken a while back, but I saved the bra, knowing I’d have a purpose for it someday. My tiny plaything is in a glass vial, pounding away at the wall and screaming at a useless pitch my ears can’t detect because of his size. All I need now is the super glue.

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Stephanie 844-332-2639 Ext 454

He was checking me out the entire time I was in the fast food restaurant. I was waiting for my food, receipt in hand, arms folded. I was just fucking hungry and didn’t want to be bothered. He was still staring and so I made eye contact and smiled briefly before turning my attention back to the pickup counter.

The worker announced a number and I watched as he brushed past the group of people waiting for their food. He got his food, and left. I half expected him to say something to me, he was staring so much. After getting my food I walked to the bus stop, sat down and started eating. Stuffing crispy french fries in my mouth when a really nice vehicle pulled up.

He rolled the window down and I almost laughed. It was the same guy from the restaurant staring me down. “Need a ride?” he asked. I shook my head. “Ok, pretty hot out today, just thought I would offer.” He rolled his window up and drove off. I continued stuffing my face, now taking a huge bite from my cheeseburger and then more fries.

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Stephanie 844-332-2639 Ext 454

Outcalls were rare for me but when I did I was picky on mileage and location. With google maps I could clearly see his property was in a desolate area quite far from the city. He described himself as an introvert and he just didn’t “care for certain folk” as he put it.

We exchanged pics, spoke on the phone twice when we finally agreed on a Sunday evening. He didn’t want me to dress up. He specifically asked that I wear something I would wear to bed on a normal night. I chose my velvet two piece pajama shorts set. It was summer and the weather was perfect on this particular night.

His home was cozy, I immediately felt comfortable but I could definitely tell he lived alone. We sat in the middle of a large sectional sofa facing a large glass coffee table.

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Roxy 1 (844) 332-2639 Ext 414

I love a boy that can handle me. Can you handle me?  Sometimes I get the feeling that boys are intimidated and don’t know if they can handle a “stripper”. But I’m here to tell you that I don’t want some egotistical bastard. I want someone that’s real. Dad bods get extra credit, lol. I have been dealing with men all of my life. Many think they know what I want. But they are usually wrong. I just want a sweet, genuine person. It doesn’t really matter if they are male or female. Age doesn’t matter either. All that matters is that we click in every way.

I was invited to a huge fiesta. It was so freaking amazing. There was a mariachi band. Everyone was dancing and having a great time. Some guys were trying to flirt with me and my friends. They were the machismo types. Lots of muscles, chiseled features, perfect hair… you know, the typical “tall, dark, and handsome”. But they just weren’t doing it for me. They think they’re so sexy, suave, and debonair. But that’s actually such a turn off to me. The sweet, quiet guy sitting in the corner is more my style.

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