Category: brunette

You Say You Need a Woman

Goddess Rita 1844-332-2639 Ext 413

Here you are again. Wandering into the chatroom with a wallet full of bills just aching for someone to pry them out of your hands. Your cock throbs with loneliness, and when asked how you are, you say, “In need of a woman.” Good thing you know right where to find one.

The sweetness you crave, the loving stroke of feminine fingers, is just a processed payment away. Only, youre a glutton for punishment, and you like to pretend you don’t understand how pay-to-play works. Someone’s been a very bad boy and isn’t going to get what he wants if he doesn’t give up what we need FIRST!

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Molly 1-844-332-2639 ext 449

I went to a dinner function for work a few weeks back. The function was mostly awards being handed out to various colleagues of mine for their efforts over the last year. My department was a little under represented, with only me and one intern able to make the event. Which wasn’t the worst thing ever, he was great company; if a little young and unsure of himself. Well into the third glass of wine when my name was called to receive an award.

I made my way up to the podium to accept my award, and was struck by the fact that out of all my co-workers, only the intern was present. Plastering a smile on my face, I accepted my award and blinked back bittersweet tears at the thought that I really only had one companion to share this with, and made my way back to the table I shared with my intern.

“Congratulations! You really deserve it.” He smiled at me and patted my shoulder, fingers lingering just a moment longer than was necessary.

“Thanks.” I smiled back and tossed back the last of my wine.

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Amber 1-844-332-2639 ext 404

I stood at the grease-stained counter, twisting my purse strap until my knuckles turned white. Across from me stood Elias Miller, who looked as though he was carved out of rusted scrap metal and bad intentions. He tapped a thick, calloused finger against the invoice for my recent car service.

“That’ll be eight hundred and forty dollars, Amber,” he said. He didn’t look up. He didn’t have to. The silence in the shop was heavy, filled only by the smell of burnt rubber and motor oil. I swallowed hard, as the sudden dryness in my throat made it difficult to breathe. “Elias, I…I don’t have it. Not today. I thought I had another week before payment was due.”

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Hot For Teacher

Posted 6 days ago by Molly

Molly 1-844-332-2639 ext 449

I have a problem. I’m hot for my son’s teacher. I’ve broken more than one vibe thinking about him. When I first met him at the Open House in the beginning of the school year I knew I was in trouble. The way he commanded attention at the front of the room. The way he walked around the classroom handing out the syllabus. All I could think of was seeing if I could get him alone. Listening to his voice as he explained his expectations of his students; all I could do was imagine what he’d sound like while he worked me over.

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Goddess Rita 1844-332-2639 Ext 413

Tyler’s legs were shackled, and his wrists were cuffed behind his back. I stood behind him, with my arm wrapped around his neck, pulling his larger frame into my chest. My other hand reached around him and was pumping his thick cock. “You’re such a fucking loser,” I grunted in his ear when his hips bucked a second later. “Look how quickly your big dick spurts.” His knees weakened as I kept stroking his spewing cock. “Just because it’s big doesn’t mean it’s not useless!” I spat at him as he fell to the floor on his ass.

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Needy Sluts

Posted 4 weeks ago by Rita

Needy Sluts

Goddess Rita 1844-332-2639 Ext 413

I’m a busy girl. I don’t have time for all the needy sluts clamoring for my attention. One of my favorite ways to keep the horny toys occupied while I go about my business is to handcuff him to a rolling office chair with his pants down to his ankles. I use packing tape to secure a silver bullet to the underside of his hard cock. Not high enough for the toy to buzz the V in the base of his head, but just under it. The remote is also taped to the inside of his thigh. So accessible… If your hands aren’t cuffed behind your back!

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Amber 1-844-332-2639 ext 404

I stood at the grease-stained counter, twisting my purse strap until my knuckles turned white. Across from me stood Elias Miller. He looked as though he was carved out of rusted scrap metal and bad intentions, as he tapped a thick, calloused finger against the invoice for my car service.

“That’ll be eight hundred and forty, Amber,” he said. He didn’t look up. He didn’t have to. The silence in the shop was heavy, filled only by the smell of burnt rubber and motor oil. I swallowed hard, as the sudden dryness in my throat made it difficult to breathe. “Elias, I…I don’t have it. Not today. I thought I had another week before payment was due.”

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Julie 1-844-332-2639 Ext 453

“Let’s go to the rodeo, Julie!” A friend was visiting from out of state and had always wanted to go to the rodeo. She couldn’t believe that I had never been. It just wasn’t my thing. I didn’t even own a real pair of cowboy boots. But she wasn’t having it. She took me to a cowboy boot store that was a giant warehouse. There were rows and rows of cowboy boots as far as my eyes could see. It was so overwhelming. But before I knew it, I was high on the leather perfumed air. And all of the different styles, colors, and patterns were getting me so excited. But then I saw the ones. I knew the moment I laid eyes on them that I had to have them. And I got so turned on when I put them on. All of a sudden, the thought of going to the rodeo was quite arousing.

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When I Call You A Faggot

Lea 1844-332-2639 Ext. 244

All I wanted was some good pipe. I had heard that you could lay it down, so I invited you over. Yous a little younger than I normally like my meat but Sandra had told me how you blew her back out, and I needed some of that! I got you a little drink before we headed up to the room, but on the way, we bumped into my boy.

Now, I know he’s pretty and most people stop to admire that dark chocolate but you was doing more than admiring. I saw when you bit into your lip like you wanted to take a hunk outta my boy. That’s why when we got into the room and I gripped your already bricked up dick, I knew you was a faggot and said so. The look of confusion and excitement in your eyes woulda confirmed it if the flex in your dick didn’t.

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Strip Club PhoneSex

Cassey 844-332-2639 Ext. 467

Scanning the crowd looking for prey, my eyes look over faces, some familiar, some new, none quite what I’m looking for. Then, finally, standing in the corner, I see you there, someone worthy of my attention at last! Oh, I just love when there’s fresh meat to go after. Making my way off the stage, I prowl over to where you’re at. Have you ever heard of Cassey’s strip club special? Let me tell you about it: That’s where I take you backstage to my special vip room, and we play a fun little game.
The rules are as follows: We make a bet, and for a determined amount of minutes, I can do whatever I’d like to you. However, there’s one hitch: you cannot cum! If you end up finishing before the time is up, you’d better pay up for your chance to be with me! However, if you manage to last? Well then, that’s a challenge I can’t turn down! The reward is taking me home, and it’s your turn to do whatever you please. Do you want to play this game? It’s a pretty lucky strip club special, I would say. Either way, you’re a winner!

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