Sherry 1844-332-2639 ext 399
It’s in the middle of spring walking along the parkway. I am wearing a stunning purple strappy sundress and tan wedged heels. My hair was all curly and pulled up in a sexy bun wearing my glasses. I can smell the manly musk in the moonlight air, wondering where it will lead me too. The night is still so young, should I give in to my urge or should I wait?
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”
Belle 1844-332-2639 X 444
Boys are dumb; we’ve been over this. But a girlfriend and I thought it would be super funny to sneak into the boy’s bathroom and turn one of their glory holes into a Dangerous hole. She hid in the last stall while I waited in the second stall. The first one is known for having a hole drilled into it, and between classes, guys would secretly blow each other.
However, it’s been said a time or two the guys get lucky, and a horny girl slut will wait on her knees to please anyone who feeds his dick through the hole. They really should be more careful of where they stick their pricks. On my knees in the grubby bathroom, I wait. My schoolgirl skirt and creamy thighs on display under the door so whoever came in would know it was their lucky day.
Zesty Zoey 1-844-332-2639 Ext 403
When I could no longer breathe through the pain, I began to scream and beg him to stop. Without pausing, he assured me it would all stop when I told them what they wanted to know. I told him instead what I thought of him, encouraging him to bring the crop down harder and faster on my already rapidly bruising thighs.
The screams that were being wrenched from my helpless body hurt my own ears. I assumed it was getting my captors excited because one walked to the end of the table where my head lay. He pressed a lever and the portion of the table supporting my head dropped away. My head fell back and my scream turned into a gag as he rammed his big ass cock down my throat. Screaming is hard when you can’t breathe.
Continue reading “Secret Agents Interrogate Zesty Zoey Part 2”
xXx Francie xXx 844-332-2639 x 208
My eyes closed, and I flinched back. I knew the blow would come, but I expected it to land on my cheek. He didn’t hit me in the face. Instead, he struck me in the chest. Hard and repeatedly. Right on my breastbone. Hard enough, I felt the bones splintering and stabbing at my tender places. I wheezed as my vision blurred. Pain pulsed through every inch of me as he fisted his cock with his swollen knuckles and forced my legs open.
I tried to cover my pussy from his intrusion with the last bits of strength I possessed. It was useless. He was big and strong, and I was small and broken. When would the nightmare end?
Vivian 844-332-2639 ext. 254
Degradation and humiliation is something I really enjoy and something that comes naturally to me. I am a sweetheart and have a heart of gold. But I can also be cold and cruel; dark and sadistic even, when I need to be. Let’s just say, I’m the nicest bitch you will ever know.
Just ask “Vivian’s sissy bitch”. He is one of my most pathetic disgusting callers. He can’t decide if he is a sissy or not, bounces between being into age-play and BBC, has a little dick and is a closeted gay man. The list goes on and on with this loser. How ridiculous is that!
No matter how mean I am to him he keeps coming back for more like the dumb fuck he is. He is addicted to me, obsessed even and I love it. Even when he gets on my last nerves and I block his ass, I find myself unblocking him so I can verbally abuse him again and again. There is nothing that turns me on more than a man making me feel good while I treat him like the repugnant scumbag he is! Continue reading “Degradation and Humiliation At Its Finest”
Manipulative Rhonda 844-332-2639 ext 446
Do you know why men are cautious of me? The answer is easy. I always get what I want and do what I want. And right now, Rhonda Needs a Virgin.
Time for some age play, guys! I want you to remember what you were like when you were young and oh-so innocent, desperate for even the smallest amount of attention from any girl at school. Were you still a virgin in college? You’ll tell me all the details of what you were like. It’ll help you get your mindset to what I want—young, innocent, desperate, and easy to manipulate. That’s when I’m going to do what I want to get what I want.
TS Alexus 844-332-2639 EXT 349
There you sit, yet again, sad and depressed. I know you’re sad and depressed because you’ve come in every night this week to pour your heartbreaking stories all over the bartender. I suppose no one else would listen to your loathsome rambling without being paid to do so.
It seems you’ve got nothing to live for, or at least it seems you believe that by the way you talk to strangers, so tonight, I’m going to make you mine. Just like always, after a few too many, you stumble off your stool and make your way out the door and into the darkness.
Mama Felicity 1844-332-2693 Ext 270
There is an academy where women can drop off their lazy, disgusting Husbands for weeks at a time. All the paperwork is signed beforehand, and when the Husband steps foot on the Ball Buster Academy, all his rights are gone. He makes no choices while at our facility except to obey or be punished more severely.
The welcoming hall is one of my favorites. It’s where I spend most of my time during the day. We have a brand new member joining us today. Let’s walk through his first hours on campus.
Jemma – 1844-332-2639 ext 303
For a while, I had been seeing this guy named Daniel.
The last time we had met, we fucked in an Igloo. When I left, he handed me a red envelope with a monogrammed “D”, I couldn’t wait to find out what my next adventure would be.
Daniel had instructed me to wait until after the New Year to open it.
So, after New Year’s, I am sitting in my bedroom with the envelope in my hands, eagerly anticipating what is inside. Slowly, I press down on the wax seal, it cracks, and the envelope pops open.
The note inside read as follows, “We’re going to a Nordic Spa, I’m not telling you where. Be ready for the helicopter tonight at 5:00 pm. I will meet you there”.
Being a Canadian, of course, I love Nordic Spas. There are Nordic spas all over the world and they tend to operate on the same principle: hot, warm, cold, rest, repeat. Continue reading “Jemma’s at a Nordic Spa”