Category: cashslave

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

Valerie 1844-332-2639 Ext 243

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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Torri 1-844-332-2639 ext 204

Y’all know there is a big difference between the South and the dirty South, right? Your kidding me you didn’t know there was a big diff? You’re missing out then; let me fill you in real quick. The South is just a place. Lots of places can be considered the south. Heck you even have the “south” of many states where you find most of your country boys and girls. This is your picture-perfect place you think about in your mind. Apple pies and Sadie Hawkins dances. Go a little deeper. The dirty south is hidden in plan site.

Down in the deep hollars and back roads of these Ann of Green Gables places are some of the dirtiest, downright filthy types of people you will ever find. And that is where you will find me. And right now with the leaves starting to change and the air getting colder, it’s bonfire weather and that’s when we naughty country teens come out to play. I’m getting ready for the first bonfire of the season. No this ain’t no smores and a few beers kind of thing.

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Janet 1-844-332-2639 ext 456

Let’s get things started off right! I am new here yes but I was NOT born yesterday! I know what I’m doing; and seeing as bartending is my trade I have a keen eye on picking up the most subtle of hints. Listening to the woes of others has given me a superpower to be able to extract whatever information I want from someone. Something as simple as what they were caught up doing last night; or their bank account information to milk them dry like the best findoms in the world. Getting you to spill your deepest and dirtiest secrets is nothing to me.

Having you act on those thoughts of cock and cum is a game I just love to play. I will have you wrapped around my pretty little finger so tight you won’t know if your coming, going, or well cumming. I have my own little private room in the back of my bar that I like to have fun in with some more than willing and sometimes less than expectant guests. Continue reading “Started off right!” →

Mercedes 1844-33-CANDY Ext. 423

You’ve always had a thing for feet, and have always wanted to feel what it’s like to be beneath them. You would pay whatever price, just to get a view. Lucky for you, I have an open schedule for you to drool over all the parts of my feet. This is the day you have been waiting for to give me wads of your cash just to worship my beautiful feet!

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Sherry 1844-332-2639 ext 399

My eyes filled with the flames of the night. I have always been told I possess an aura of mystery and intrigue that captures and demands attention when I walk into a room. It was dinner time and I was starving. I found a nice quiet area.

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Rhonda 844-332-2639 ext 446

Rise and shine, my little human ATMs. I know exactly what buttons to push to make you spit out as much money as I want, and I do it with an evil smile. Dirty, filthy, disgusting little ******** like you aren’t even worth of me stepping on you. But alas, I am generous. Tribute me well and I just might step on you. Might. It’s important a pathetic little bitch like you understands this. Just because you Tribute me, giving me all your hard-earned money, doesn’t guarantee you’ll get anything back. Continue reading “My Little Human ATMs” →

Daddy Joins The Book Club

Kayla Cumsalot 1844-332-2639 Ext 357

Rain splattered against the window pane from the sideways wind blowing outside, creating the perfect reading backdrop. Grey clouds filtered bits of light through the heavy rain that held on to winter’s last bits of chill. My eyes hungrily scanned the pages of our book club’s latest smutty novel. I lay snuggled in the couch with my knees rubbing against each other. April showers might be dousing the world outside in chilly wetness, but this book had a fire burning in my panties. They were soaked, just not from the rain.

I heard the door open, and my gaze flicked from the page long enough to see Daddy shrugging out of his coat and hanging it in the hall closet. We locked eyes for a split second before I looked back to the steamy pages. “Is that the next book in the series?” He asked while coming closer. I hummed an acknowledgment as I nodded but refused to look away again. It was getting so hot! “Read it to me? I haven’t been able to dig into my copy.”

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You Don't Know Who You Are Dealing With

Trans Alexus 1844-332-2639 Ext 349

Some clients are pushy, and others are downright dumb. Everyone knows there are things a girl can and can not do while tickling the no-taboo lines of reality and fantasy. But the bad boys ask to blur the lines and push the boundaries. That’s all well and fine until you realize that you don’t know who the fuck you are dealing with.

There is one cocksucking loser who really, really longs to be exposed…when he’s hard. He thinks that just because he came and doesn’t want to play anymore that I’ll take back all the things I’ve done and said that made him cum. Sorry, dummy, It doesn’t work that way.

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Harper 1-844-332-2639 Ext. 437

Dear diary,

OMG, you won’t believe what an sph loser my neighbor is *giggles*. He’s always hanging around my apartment and trying to get my attention like an eager little pathetic nerd. I mean seriously, it’s obvious from just looking at him that he’s only good for two thing-sph and wallet draining *giggles*.

I bet he doesn’t know that girls like me have radar when it comes to figuring out dick size on a guy, even when he’s fully clothed! Even the sound of a guys voice and the way that he walks tells me if he’s packing or not. My neighbor has a whole wimpy little dick demeanor, from his whiny voice to his completely non-existent presence when he walks in a room.

I’m so sick of him constantly hanging around and looking for any excuse to spend some time with me. Tonight, I decided that it was time to teach him a lesson! I told him that he could come over for coffee if he really wanted to but that he better make it well worth my time. The loser listened and he showed up for a wallet draining session.

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