Aynsley 1-844-332-2639 Ext. 459
To say the weekend was a trifecta of pleasure would be an understatement. I finally checked off the prized box on my sexual bucket list: having cocks in every hole simultaneously!
It all began when my friends convinced me to join them at an exclusive, invite-only soiree. Little did I know, the night’s entertainment would be beyond anything I’d imagined. Among the sea of faces, three hot guys caught my eye: Bryce, Jax and Danny.
Stella 1-844-332-2639 ext 322
He was kneeling before me with his head bowed. Fear is a sound I understand intimately. It’s a language universally welcomed and accepted here. My gaze drifted down the line of my black pencil skirt, lingering on the whip on table beside me. “Look at me,” I commanded.
The sound of my voice broke the tension like a glass shattering. He flinched, then lifted his chin slowly and reluctantly. His eyes were a deep, unsettling blue, swimming with an emotion I recognized instantly. It was the terrifying beauty of surrender. He wasn’t looking at a person; he was looking at the weight of his own submission.
Jamie 1-844-332-2639 ext 461
I leaned back against the peeling faux-leather sofa, nursing a flat ginger ale. My eyes weren’t fixed on any one person; they were sweeping, taking inventory of the faces that mattered. The ones leaning over the mixing board, the ones holding the actual contracts. My gaze skipped past the girlfriends, the wives, the stable ones. They were wallpaper.
I live for the proximity. I don’t care about the music, not really. When you’re standing next to someone who is currently being applauded, some of that heat spills onto you. I care about the glow. For a few hours, I’m not just so-and-so from nowhere; I’m Jamie who was with HIM. It’s a borrowed shine, and I’m addicted to the reflection.
*LUCY* 844-332-2639 xxx- 221
Are you a man with zero limits? Because that’s what I’ve been searching for. Do you live a kinky life or are you one of those vanilla boys? Can I count on you to be limit free or are you going to come with all kinds of vanilla boy rules?
What’s your fetish of choice? I’m down for anything as long as there are zero limits involved. Are you by chance a sissy slut? Because I have a soft sport for all sissies. No matter what you’re into come along my lover, it’s time to make you mine.
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Diana 1-844-332-2639 Ext. 248
I’ve always been a woman of discipline, but this is next level. It’s not just No Nut November; it’s No Nutting until 2026. And my puppet, oh, my puppet is aching for it.
He’s my plaything, my obsession, my personal challenge. Every night, I tease him, stroking his shaft until he’s throbbing, begging, pleading for release. But I deny him.
Tonight, I’m in the mood for torture. I strap him into the chair, his cock already hard, already leaking. I kneel between his legs, my breath hot against his tip. “You want to cum, don’t you?” I whisper, licking a slow circle around his head. He groans, his hips jerking involuntarily. I smile, knowing I have all the power.
Aynsley 1-844-332-2639 Ext. 459
I’m a 20-year-old girlie with a wild side who’s always ready to spice things up. And let me tell you, my college pussy is as tight as they come. I mean, I’ve been told it’s like a vice grip down there. Not to brag or anything.
One day, I was walking back from the library, lost in thought about some lecture I had just attended on the Renaissance. Suddenly, a cute guy from my biology class, Max, caught my eye. He smirked and asked if I wanted to grab a coffee. What began as a friendly chat turned flirty and raunchy pretty quickly. So we decided to head back to my dorm.
Amber 1-844-332-2639 ext 404
I knew what Daddy wanted. There’s only one thing that always brought that soft, knowing smile to his lips. Especially because Mommy hated it more than anything else in the world! No shoes, never shoes for this. Daddy told me I had to go to my closet and throw all of my shoes in the trash. I walked barefoot through the garden, deliberately, slowly. Across the freshly turned earth where Daddy had planted his roses, so that my soles were black and soil hid between my toes.
When I stepped back into the kitchen, I walked directly to Daddy, standing between his spread knees as he sat in his worn armchair. I extended my feet, crusted with garden debris. He didn’t say a word. Instead, he slowly, deliberately, picked up my ankle and lowered his head. His tongue was warm, sweeping away the grit, the soil, the evidence of my outdoor adventure.
Anna 844-332-2639 EXT. 203
Miss Anna began making regular visits to her new toy. Sometimes he would be her sissy, other days her latex gimp. During the day, he was a smoking hot gentleman that women would simply swoon over, and she took much pride and joy knowing that she could abuse him every night.
Stella 1-844-332-2639 ext 322
They come to my apartment, crawling with their money and their sad, empty eyes. They want to be nothing. And I am good at making them nothing. When my heels click on the polished floor, it is a quick, clean sound. Like a tiny whip. I wear black, always. Black is serious. Black is power. My red lipstick is the only color. It is like a stain, a mark, on a clean sheet.
Today, it is a man named Mark. He sits on my velvet couch. This man is too big for it, so his shoulders are hunched. He looks like a little lost, but he is old. Pathetic. He avoids my gaze. Good. He knows his place. “You are early,” I say. My voice is not loud, but it is like ice. “Did I say you could be early? No.”
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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