Category: Cashcow

Kicking In A Fat Fucks Balls

Belle 1844-332-2639 X 444

Ken is such a fat fuck with a little dick. Like most old losers, he loves to pay me to hurt him. He’s a friend of my dad’s, and one day he confessed how weak he is for me. Duh, like obviously. He practically drools when I walk in the room. When Ken said I could name my price, any number, just for me to abuse his ball sack, I literally couldn’t say no.

I made two rules though! His gross little dicklett would have to be caged, and he couldn’t touch me. He agreed and hurried to the ATM for my cash.

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Honestly, it’s fucking pathetic. You motion for me to sit on your lap and whisper foul things in your ear. With every degrading, humiliating word that spills from my pretty pouted lips, your dumb dick gets harder and harder. Oh, does the addicted loser wanna touch it? Rub it? It isn’t like it’s big enough for you to actually stroke it.

Handsex is the only kind of sex you’ll ever get, so I hope you’re good and used to it. It’s drizzle some lube over your pencil-thin nub and get to work. The longer you edge, the more money I make.

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findom

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He’s a man I’ve never met. An anonymous figure with a number for a name. paypig‑247. He found me through a thread of desperation and desire. A place where the lonely and the willing collide. He sends me a DM and offers his payment info immediately. I process it and click “reply.”

“Money is the first offering. Show me you understand your place.” A few moments later, I see a notification on my screen. He extends our session by another hour. I feel a slight tremor of satisfaction. A dark delight that comes not from the cash itself but from the submission it represents. He probably watches a flickering TV, waiting for his next command. He thinks he’s safe behind a screen, but I can feel how nervous he is.

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Nail Day

Posted 6 months ago by Kayla

Nail Day

Kayla Cumsalot 1844-33-CANDY Ext 357

The echo of my heels on the linoleum had everyone looking in our direction. A tiny pink leash dangled from my fingers, the matching collar locked tight around Jon’s neck. He wore a black sports coat and slacks, no shirt. His sexy chest and abs were on display as I totted him through the nail salon.

Older women gasped, and younger ones giggled. The little nail techs leaned into each other to whisper about the two of us in a language I couldn’t understand. It didn’t matter, though. It was nail day, and nail day is my favorite fucking day.

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xXx Francie xXx 844-332-2639 x 208

I posed, alone on stage in the darkness, waiting for the music to build. My heartbeat was pounding in my chest as the steps of my routine played over and over in my head. I’d practiced a thousand times, but this would be my first performance. I could hear the gravelly tones of men talking in hushed voices until the spotlight flicked over my body, making me the only thing visible in the room. Then, a hush fell over the crowd as the bright light above highlighted my luscious curves. The music swelled, and my hips swayed to the beat. Rhythmically. Hypnotically.

I faced the crowd expecting… I don’t know what. Horny men jerking off? Piles of cash being flung at my feet? I’m not sure what I expected, but darkness wasn’t it. My head bowed, chin tucked to my shoulder as I reached behind me to pull the strings of my top. The bodice floated to the floor, and cheers reached my ears. I wasn’t alone at all.

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Diana 1-844-332-2639 Ext. 248

Lick those lips and prep those fingers, my little pervert piggy. Your pathetically throbbing erection is quivering in your hand, waiting for my divine command. Well, you got it. I allow you to continue your degrading self-pleasure.

Now, stroke that pinky prick with force, faster, faster you filthy worm! You know you’re nothing more than a set of balls and a dick for me to drain. Your only purpose in my presence is to make me money. You’re one of my top clients after all. I should be flattered, shouldn’t I?

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The elevator doors slide open, revealing the expansive marble floors of my sugar daddy’s penthouse. I step out, heels clicking against the cool stone, and I can feel your eyes on me, hungry and eager. I turn to you, a smirk playing on my lips. “You know what I want for dessert, don’t you?”

You nod, a mix of anticipation and nervousness in your eyes. That look on you is absolutely lovable. I walk over to the plush couch, my dress riding up slightly with each step, giving you a teasing glimpse of my thighs. I turn around, my back to you, and slowly unzip my dress, letting it fall to the floor in a pool of silk. Then I step out of it, standing in nothing but my black lace thong and heels.

“Come here,” I command, my voice firm yet inviting. You approach me, your eyes roaming over my body, taking in every curve and line. I turn around, my ass now facing you, and I bend over slightly, giving you a perfect view of my ass. “You know what to do,” I say, looking back at you over my shoulder. Continue reading “Dessert for My Sugar Daddy” →

Diana 1-844-332-2639 Ext. 248

You’re so pathetic and weak, aren’t you? All you’re good for is throwing money my way while you stroke your pathetic little dick, jacking off to my pictures. You think you’re worth more than that, but you’re not. All I see when I look at you is a disposable ATM. A cashcow that exists to bankroll my lavish lifestyle.

When you send me money, it’s not out of generosity. It’s out of desperation. You’re so infatuated, so obsessed, so utterly enthralled by me that you’ll do anything to catch my attention. Even if that means opening your wallet and letting me drain it dry.

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Legging Obsessed

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The gym was packed with “New Year, New Me” people. I knew it would be tough to get to the equipment I wanted, so to give myself a slight advantage, I wore my new compression leggings.

The buttery soft ones with a butt-scrunching seam to accentuate my perfectly round peach. They make even me drool, so I knew I’d have a better chance at getting people to move out of my way so I could get my work out in and get the fuck out of there. Only I didn’t expect to run into some legging obsessed perv who was trying to break himself of his porn habit by going to the gym.  One look at my ass, and he crawled to me, begging me to let him jerk off to my cheeks.

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You'll Never Compare

Francie 1844-332-2639 xXx 208

We’re together because you’re financially stable and provide me with a sense of comfort I’ve never known before. But you’ll never compare to my ex. Not physically, not in how he fucked me in the bedroom, and never in how I feel for him.

I’m still very much in love with him, and I miss his cock every day. If he and I cross paths, I will cheat on you, and I won’t feel bad for it. You knew what this was coming into it. I look good on your arm, and you love showing me off like some kind of shiny trophy you won just for participating.

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