Category: cock and ball torment

Fingering Your Ass

Rita 844-33-CANDY Ext 413

You made it through Locktober as a pussy free sissy doll for me, and I’m ready to give you your reward. We agreed that if you stayed locked in chastity all of October, I would let you fuck me in November. However, you know nothing ever comes easily for a loser like you.

Anal has been a hard limit for you for so long, and I’m bored with it. If you wish to claim your reward (Driving your pathetic little girly cock into my creamy, warm pussy,) you’ll have to take my fingers up your ass while you do it. LOL I knew you wouldn’t say no. I’ll make a faggot out of you soon enough.

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Trans Goddess Alexus 1844-332-2639 Ext 349

“I’m going to fuck your cock with my cock, James.”  

James’s whole body tingled as his Boss stroked his cock and allowed the slick, velvety head of her shecock to tease the tip of his cockhead. He was so overwhelmed by the sensation that it took a moment for her words to sink in. She didn’t say she was going to fuck his mouth like he’d hoped, nor did she say she would fuck his ass, which he was worried about. No, she’d said she was going to fuck his cock? “H-how is that possible?” He questioned her and felt her grip grow tighter on his base.

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My Cucked ATM Buys Me A Car

Kayla Cumsalot 1844-33-CANDY Ext 357

I twisted the key into the small chastity cage and smiled up at DaveATM. “This is really going to be the best birthday month ever.” He grunted when my hand fondled his balls. Tugging things around to make sure the cage was in its proper place.

“Whatever makes you happy, Princess.” I could tell he was already becoming frustrated with the cage, or maybe it was the knowledge that he wouldn’t be unlocked until my birthday. “Ready to go to the dealership?” He asked as he tugged up his pants. I jumped to my feet and clapped my hands. His spoiling me was my favorite thing ever, and I couldn’t wait to pick out my new car. Little did my ATM know that the car dealer who would be helping us pick out my brand-new vehicle would have a giant BBC that would make me scream as he signed the paperwork and dripped through his cage.

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Oh My Gourd

Posted 4 weeks ago by Francie

Oh my gourd

Francie 1844-332-2639 xXx 208

I may be a white bitch, but I’m not your typical white bitch. Sure, I love a good pumpkin patch trip in October like the rest of them, but my intent is much different. I dragged my simp to the local pumpkin patch and forced him to walk around the options.

We were looking for a medium-sized gourd. Not too big, not too small. I was partial to the snowball pumpkins, but for some reason, every time I held one up to his crotch, he would look around in sheer panic. “Oh my God, Mistress, stop.”

“How will we know it’s the right size if I don’t test it?”

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Take Over For Me

Goddess Rita 1844-332-2639 Ext 413

Loser #One strained against the duct tape stretched over his chest and hips. Uselessly, obviously, he wasn’t going anywhere until I was finished with him. His cock jutted out thick and juicy, dripping from the hour-long edging session I was tormenting him with. More duct tape gagged his mouth, so I didn’t have to hear his constant pleading for release. The cock sleeve in my hand bobbed up and down. Stretching over his head and making squelching/slurping sounds with every stroke, but my hand was growing tired. “Take over for me!” I barked at Loser #Two.

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cock witch

Amber 1-844-332-2639 ext 404

Men come to me, drawn by the currents of rumor and raw, aching need. They know my reputation, whispers of the witchy domme whose pleasure is a consuming flame, and whose displeasure…well, that’s where the real magic happens. I don’t suffer fools, nor do I suffer inadequacy. My appetites are vast, a cavernous hunger that few men can truly fill.

They always approach me the same way, these eager, trembling submissives, offering themselves, their bodies, their very essence, hoping to be the one to finally quench my thirst. These men, they know the risks. They sign an invisible pact with their hopeful eyes and bated breath: absolute surrender, absolute consent to my judgment.

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cbt

Stella 1-844-332-2639 ext 322

I couldn’t believe what I was witnessing. Puppet, a man I barely knew, was insisting I watch him as he pleasured himself. The audacity! I had only met him a few days prior at a mutual friend’s dinner party. But there he was, undressing in front of me, his lustful eyes pleading for me to stay.

“What’s gotten into you, Puppet?” I asked, trying to sound firm despite the nervous flutter in my chest. “We just met. This isn’t appropriate.” But he was relentless. “Just this once, Stella. I promise I won’t ask again,” he whispered, his hands already working to free his erection. “Please, I need to cum. My wife will be home any minute and…and I can’t help myself.”

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Do You Want to make Me Happy?

Kayla Cumsalot 1844-33-CANDY Ext 357

Sure, this is customer service, and I’m here for you. I can switch up roles at the drop of a hat and become anyone or anything you desire. A pouty Princess needing to be spoiled or a vengeful homewrecker set out to obliterate everything you’ve worked hard to achieve? No problem. Craving a MILFY Mommy to regress you or peg you, done… but do you want to make me happy?

If you genuinely wish to serve me as your Goddess, then you should ask me to ruin your orgasm. The key to this is that I need to be watching. If you really wanna make ME happy, I need to see you suffering on the brink of orgasm, teetering between pleasure and pain. I long to witness the frustration on your face and the straining of your body as we work you up to the disappointing, unsatisfying end.

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The Milking Stable

Goddess Rita 1844-332-2639 Ext 413

Grunts, groans, and mumbles for mercy echoed off the clinical walls of my milking Stable. My high heels strike the tile as I wander the rows confidently, checking that all the machines are working properly. Six rows of six cumcows are lined up under the bright lights. A wall of screens constantly streams a variety of porn, not that it matters. The vacuum pump of the teat covers clamped around their cocks would coax their cum out, whether their meat was stiff or not.

Which seems to be the problem with cumcow number 4C. His vacuum pump is working away, but has slipped off his limp penis. The whirring and slurping of the empty teat cover as I hurried over to him. “What have we here?” I ask, even though the gag in his mouth prevents him from answering me. “Did we milk you dry?”

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Sweet Tooth

Posted 5 months ago by Amber

ruined orgasm

Amber 1-844-332-2639 ext 404

I’ve had my fair share of unusual requests, but none quite like Axel’s. He had a sweet tooth, a vivid imagination, and a love of ruin. Our conversations were never dull, but this one took an interesting turn. “Amber…Let’s put honey in the back of your pants and lay down,” he said, his voice low and sultry. I raised my eyebrows, surprised by his request. “And then what?” I asked, trying to keep the amusement out of my voice.

“Then, I want you to grab some caramel sauce and drizzle it down the front of your pants,” he replied. I bit my lip, considering his words. I followed his instructions, giggling the entire time. The honey was sticky and sweet against my skin, and the caramel sauce was warm and inviting. I could feel my heart racing as I laid down on my bed, waiting for Axel’s next command. “Now, Amber, I want you to rub your clit for me,” he said, his voice husky. I did as he asked, letting out a moan that I hoped would satisfy him. I could hear the pleasure in his voice as he told me not to cum…Not yet, anyway.

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