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Daddy doesn't take kindly to strangers, but doesn't mind watching me be filled by stranger cock. This is the last time I'll play without permission, and Daddy won't let me forget.

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“Daddy. I. I’m. I’m sorry. I didn’t know the photos would pop up during your presentation.” I could hardly breathe, let alone talk. Daddy was going to make good on his promise, I should have known. After his nipple punishment, I was strapped and restrained in the most beautiful complex piece ever designed by him. My knees bent and bound at the ankles with my feet flat on the bed. I was on my back with my hands pulled and secured above my head. The ball gags catching everyone in one of my muffled screams. As Daddy circled around me like a shark.

Hot candle wax. His favorite flogger. The tease from the vibrating toys, edging me but never letting me finish. “Who’s my favorite girl?” He’d whisper in my ear while denying me my release. My eyes told him I wanted everything from him. His eyes promised me that only He was ever going to see me like that again.

 

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I want someone with a dirty mind. The dirtier the better. I hate vanilla sex. The only time I like vanilla is when its on my desserts, like cake and ice cream. I love ice cream, don’t you? I would love to just lick you like an ice cream cone. You can tell me how you want it, don’t be shy. Do you like it nice and neat or do you want it wet and sloppy? Maybe with drool everywhere? I normally don’t drool. You’ll have to make me. Gagging is the best way to get a lot of drool out of a girl. That will produce more saliva than you can imagine.

 

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You’ve heard pain is pleasure, but you didn’t think to ask, “Whos.”

Your pain is my pleasure. I want to make it hurt, and I’ll delight in doing so. Lay yourself bare in front of me, vulnerable and open to destruction. There is no line I won’t cross. With me, you have no safe haven. Oh, you filthy little fuckwhore. Even the mention of pain is making you tremble with anticipation. You crave it, or so you think you do. You’ve yet to have someone really deliver. I fucking promise, I won’t disappoint.

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I sat on the park bench beside my sub, who was being touched, tugged, and stroked in all directions. One big burly man was pumping away at Jackson’s asshole while his friend kneeled on the other side of my sub. His arms hugged around Jackson’s straining thigh to lean in and suck at his tight balls. I chuckled as a massive dollop of precum oozed from Jackson’s cock tip. He’d already spurted two loads, and the men showed no signs of slowing.

I reached up to pet his head as it lulled to the side. His tear-stained cheeks were so flushed from his humiliation and use. “Are you going to cum again, petty pet?” I cooed. His eyes closed as he whimpered. The man behind him dug his shaft in as he exploded, his hands clamped to Jackson’s shoulders, pulling him back against him.

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WILLOW 1-844-332-2639, ext. 230

County Fair Fuck. Don’t you just love traipsing off to the fair with your fat wife and spoiled kids in tow? Of course, you notice me at the ticket stand with my friends. I’m wearing those impossibly short, tight shorts with cowboy boots of course! My tanned legs are in sharp contrast to that fat cow of a wife’s pale, fat flesh. You can actually see her so green with jealousy as she notices you ogling me. Doesn’t she know that this just fuels me to flirt even more? So, she gets what she gets and I get what I want. This is your chance to finally have some good luck in your otherwise pathetic life. Let’s face it, you have a history of bad luck and even worse choices. So, this is your chance to get fucked at the County Fair.

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Krysta 844-332-2639 Ext. 410

Alright, you’re here. That means you survived the cut. Don’t get all excited just yet. You made it, and I promised you a show, and I’m a woman of her word. I will deliver. But this is a hands-free show. So sit down in that chair, baby, and let Krysta show you a good time! I promise that the show will be explosive. So first, we’ve got some cuffs. It’s ok; they’re fur-lined and honestly just there, so you’ll keep your hands to yourself while I show off for you. We’ll get you real close to the bed so you can have an amazing view. Click click. Oops, two for your ankles too! Click click.

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Daddy, Sammy needs a sit in your lap. She's trying to be a good girl, but if she doesn't get your Daddy cock right now, she'll explode.

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Getting our fucks in before, you, my Daddy, leaves on some important business trip.  “No more, until I get back.” Is the last thing you said to me after fucking my brains out an entire night. I’ve been left alone before, as a test. And failed miserably. Couldn’t last a whole day without fucking myself and thinking of my Daddy, and how he takes care of me.

Pouting, arms crossed, wandering around trying to think of things to occupy my time. Everything seems boring, I only eat for sustenance. The only thing I want to taste is you, Daddy. Licking my fingers clean after you give all that you have to me. “Fuck, I can’t mess this up.” I think to myself as I pace back and forth. The promises of what Daddy will give me when he’s back are too good to pass up. I’ll just have to keep myself distracted in the meantime. Continue reading “Every Daddy Needs A Sammy – Part One” →

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Bitch for Breeding – Yes, you read that correctly. This body of mine was built for breeding so take advantage of that fact. What I offer is something that you just can’t find everywhere. Surely, you know this pussy is so wet and juicy that you will never want to pull out. Since you won’t be able to resist with this pussy I will be knocked up in no time. We can have the best offspring imaginable.

My body is so ripe and luscious how could you not want to plant your seed? Everyone is aware that black girls have the best pussy, that is a known fact. Once you go black you will never go back and that is the cold, hard truth. Sweet, brown sugar is addictive. And when I put it on you it will be game over. Controlling you with this sweet, honey dripping pussy is the ultimate domination.

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ALYSSA 1-844-332-2639, extension 202

Hot Asian Yellow Fever – The temperature is rising and I’m not even talking about the weather. I know you can’t get enough of this Asian princess. We both know this is something that you have been craving. Of course I can give you the most incredible Asian girlfriend experience but it’s going to cost you. But you know the saying – you get what you pay for. I am your go to girl for this and can be your complete fantasy. Whether it is a foot fetish or Asian Massage fantasy or perhaps an Asian Princess/Financial Domination. There is no limit to what I can offer.

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Chef Kiss

Posted 1 year ago by Kayla

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We’d been playing for a while. Years even, we’re well-matched and as spicy as calls can get for us; it wasn’t enough. He’d be at the Casino/hotel in Boston and casually invited me to join him. Even though I clarified that that kind of thing wasn’t allowed, he was hopeful I wouldn’t resist.

I wore a tight cocktail dress and tall heels the day I was supposed to join him. He’d often mentioned that he doesn’t play the slots and makes all his money at the poker tables. Carefully, I wandered through the casino floor, looking for my Chef. Finally, our eyes locked, and I knew it was him. A small smile played on my lips as I moved in alongside him. His arm opened for me, and I pressed my body against his. My right hand smoothed over his dress shirt and down to his hip. Tucked just under his blazer. The floor was loud as dealers and clients yelled, so I nudged my nose to his ear,  my voice thick with lust; I whispered, “I think you’ve won enough; let’s take this up to your room.”

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