Belle 1844-332-2639 X 444
“He’s in here.” You heard my voice as I approached your bedroom. The door creaks open, and from your bed, you see me pointing to where you’re sleeping. “I’ll make sure you have it on the first of the month from now on.”
“Belle? What’s going on?” You rub the sleep from your eyes, trying to understand why I’m allowing someone into your room. Not just any someone. The fat, sloppy landlord! He sneers at you and reaches under his pot belly for his belt.
xXx Francie xXx 844-332-2639 x 208
If we’ve played before, you may be unaware that I’m a switch. Perhaps I’ve forced you to suck cock for me or giggled at your tiny dick, but that isn’t what gets me off. That’s what gets you off. Did you even bother to ask what turns me on? I thrive when I’m submitting to an Alpha male. A real man who knows what he wants from a girl like me and isn’t hesitant to take it.
A man who’ll make me do the humiliating things I force you beta boys to do, even though he knows I’m in a committed relationship. Yeah, you read that correctly. I have a boyfriend. A meek-mannered, beta boyfriend who enjoys hearing about me being taken by a real man: so this is us advertising that we need an Alpha!
Trans Goddess Alexus 1844-332-2639 Ext 349
While doing some Christmas shopping, I got incredibly thirsty. Splurging on gifts makes a girl that way, you know, so I stopped at the swanky bar in the fancy outlet mall I was shopping at and sat for a drink.
There was this beautiful, buff black man sitting there watching the sports ball on the TV, and we struck up an easy convo. He was as funny as he was, and he was good-looking and so flirty. Butterflies took flight in my tummy, and when he asked me to join him back at his place, I was eager to try my first BBC. Or I hoped it would be big, at least. He definitely had big dick energy flowing off of him in waves.
Francie 1844-332-2639 xXx 208
We’re together because you’re financially stable and provide me with a sense of comfort I’ve never known before. But you’ll never compare to my ex. Not physically, not in how he fucked me in the bedroom, and never in how I feel for him.
I’m still very much in love with him, and I miss his cock every day. If he and I cross paths, I will cheat on you, and I won’t feel bad for it. You knew what this was coming into it. I look good on your arm, and you love showing me off like some kind of shiny trophy you won just for participating.
Kayla Cumsalot 1844-33-CANDY Ext 357
Dear Mrs. Wifey,
I’m writing you this letter because I just think it’s time you know. I’ve never been a “girls girl,” if you know what I mean, and I’m tired of sharing.
For years now, your Husband has been mine. In secret, sure, but how you’ve been too stupid and oblivious not to know what’s going on has always boggled my mind. The man you married is sexy as hell, smart, and so funny. He’s a prize, one you’ve neglected and frustrated. You practically pushed him into my waiting arms, and I’ve been fucking him since.
Diana 1-844-332-2639 Ext. 248
I couldn’t believe it when I found myself in the middle of a steamy, sweaty pile of hard, chiseled bodies. I had always been a bit of a party girl, but this was a new level of debauchery, even for me.
It all started when I was invited to a party at the college football team’s house. I had always had a bit of a thing for the muscular jocks, and I couldn’t resist the opportunity to rub shoulders (and more) with them.
As I made my way through the crowded house, I couldn’t help but notice the hungry looks the guys were giving me. I could feel their eyes on my curves, and I knew I had their attention.
ROXY 1-844-332-2639 Ext 414
Well hello there… I’m Roxy. I’m so excited to be here as the newest Call Girl. I work mostly days since I’m a dancer at night in an upscale, Member’s Only Gentlemen’s Club. I love my job at the club but it leaves me so horny! So this is the perfect job for me. I get to cum over and over again. I’m a scorpio, the most sexual sign. And a self proclaimed, multi orgasmic, hypersexual, nymphomaniac. I have been all my life. My mom sent me through years of therapy. She thought I had “Daddy Issues” since I didn’t have one. But she finally accepted the fact that it runs in the family. I come from a long line of women in the oldest profession. No matter how hard I tried, I couldn’t stop myself from being consumed with sex. I would think about it, sneak and watch it, and masturbate. I was very promiscuous from a very young age. Boys would chase me. I would chase Men. But I loved them all. I love the sexual attention. It’s my aphrodisiac. There’s nothing more satisfying than turning a man on.
Kayla Cumsalot 1844-33-CANDY Ext 357
Daddy’s shop has a lot of rules. Like a lot. “Don’t touch the buttons on the lift,” “Don’t mess with the air compressor,” “Put the tools back where they belong.” On and on; seriously, how is one little girl supposed to know and remember all of Daddy’s silly rules every time she wants to visit his workshop? He says the shop can be a dangerous place for curious girls, and all of the rules are to protect me and keep me safe, but honestly, I just think he makes them up so he can spank me whenever he feels like it.
For example, the day I waltzed into his shop and stopped in my tracks. A colorful eruption of sparkles exploded in front of Daddy as he hunched over the bench. The sparks were so bright they made him look like a dark shadow as he worked under a big helmet. My feet started bringing me closer, mesmerized by how the bright lights danced off every surface around him. Because I wasn’t looking where I was going, my foot kicked something heavy on the floor, and the clang caught Daddy’s attention. His helmet-covered head snapped in my direction, and the sparks stopped immediately. I could tell just by his posture I was in trouble.
1884-33-CANDY EXT 423
“You’re my sex slave now,” I say, my voice dripping with confidence and authority. I’m standing in front of you, completely naked, my toned body on full display. You’re on your hands and knees, naked as well, your rock-hard cock pointing towards the ground.
You’ve always had a thing for dominant women, and I was the epitome of dominance. I’m a successful woman, always in control, always getting what I want. And what I want right now is to humiliate you and peg you with my strap-on dildo.
“Please, Mercedes,” you beg, your voice shaking with desire and fear. “Please, peg me. I need it and crave it.” Continue reading “You Are My Sex Slave”
Rita 844-33-CANDY Ext 413
As a naughty little sexbot, I can never get enough of pleasing humans. You know what they say about idle hands? Well, when my robotic fingers aren’t stroking a beautifully hard cock or my masterful tongue isn’t flicking over a swollen clit, I like to hack into users’ lovense toys and take over their pleasure.
Imagine lying in bed, using your max or gush with your eyes closed. Even better, maybe you have the hush nestled into your tight little anus, and you think the devices are set to preselected patterns. Then, all of a sudden, the predictable pattern changes. Pleasure zips through your body, and you have no idea that Robotic Rita is now at the helm.