Caleb's Fantasy Hitman

Kayla Cumsalot 1844-33-CANDY Ext 357

“I hate her,” Caleb growled as he shoved open the door. I followed him with soft steps. He dropped his briefcase and shook out of his suit jacket. I laced my fingers around his, pulling him in close to my body. Then lifted his hand to my lips and kissed his palm. Our eyes met, and my tongue swirled over the gold band on his ring finger. My lips parted, and I sucked his ring finger along my tongue. When my lips sealed around the band and my teeth grazed it from his finger, his dark eyes grew lusty.

“I’ll end her for you.” My words were syrupy thick after I spat the wedding ring across the kitchen, and his hands slipped around my waist. He tugged my body tight to his, and I could feel how hard his cock was at the idea.

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Little loser

Sawyer 1844-332-2639 Ext 455

Met a little loser today and I cant stop thinking about how pathetic he was. I started out my day like any other day. Logged in to my computer to look for my next little loser to degrade. Before I knew it there was the message I was looking for. A small cock little nobody I would make fun of. The

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Julie 1-844-332-2639 Ext 453

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The fan hitting my white sweat drenched dress was making my nipples hard. And the way it clung on to every curve of my body made it impossible to hide the fact that I wasn’t wearing a bra or panties. To make things worse, I was so aroused by watching the instructor tie the knots, that I wasn’t learning how to do it. And now he was calling us up one at a time to test us on the different knots. I was mortified. My heart was racing. The only thing I could do was hope that I could see enough of the students do them that I learned how before my turn. I was trying so hard to pay attention but their backs were towards us so it was hard to see. And the knots were very confusing to me. I was so screwed. When he called my name, I knew everyone could see right through my dress. But at that point, it was my only hope. I thought maybe if I flirted with him, he would go easy on me. But I was wrong. He was not amused.

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Kayla Cumsalot 1844-33-CANDY ext 357

I met a man when I was younger, and he was older. A relationship that shouldn’t have happened produced a sweet bundle of joy named Candy. He married me and took care of me. Our life is so joyful and full of laughter. He works really hard, and I try to give him everything he craves. I came home from work one day to find him on the couch. I slid onto his lap and asked how his day had been.

“I’ve been thinking.” He said. My head leaned on his chest as I listened to his words. “All day, I’ve been thinking about the first time I taught you how to take my cock. How scared you were, but you did it because you knew how good it would make me feel.” I smiled up at him, remembering my fear and anxiety as he pulled his big cock free that first time.

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I know

Kayla Cumsalot 184433CANDY Ext 357

I found some things on your laptop, and I’m disgusted. I thought you were a nice guy—a guy I could trust. Everyone loves you! They think you are fun, kind, and sweet, but you aren’t, are you? You’re a DIRTY, SICK, FUCK.

I’ve asked you to take a walk with me so we can TALK. I can tell you are nervous. Overthinking. Trying to guess what I might be upset about. When we get to the park, it’s dusk. Only a few are still playing on the structures.

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xXx Francie xXx 844-332-2639 x 208

You can’t call me because “she’s” there. It’s an excuse I’m growing tired of. When we’re together, you claim I know you better than her. That I give you the things she’d never even think to give you. You’ve said I take you places she’s too afraid to explore. Wifey-poo is terribly selfish and never thinks of your feelings, and yet…

Yet you refuse to leave her. Why do you stay when it’s clear she’ll never be me? Your lazy, uncouth wife will never come close to making you as happy and satisfied as I do. The choice is yours; after all, I’d never force you into something you didn’t want to do, but the longer you stay in your sad, little comfort zone, the better the chance is of you losing me.

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Daddy’s Toy

Kayla Cumsalot 1844-33-CANDY Ext 357

There are different types of men, and it makes sense that they would have different hobbies. Some men come home from a long day and plop down on the couch to watch sports. Others spend their time playing video games. Daddy likes to play with his toy.

He came home from a long day of work looking beat down. By the sun and by the hard labor of his blue-collar job. “Come here, girl.” He huffed as he sat down to kick off his boots. I watched the way his shoulders sagged into the couch, and how his eyes devoured me. I was wearing black lace panties and a loose tank top. No bra, just to tease him with the way the tips of my erect nipples drew up the thin fabric. His big hand patted his thigh, and I took a seat in his lap.

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Junie 1844-332-2639 ext 397

This morning’s run was supposed to be one of those “main character” moments. You know, the kind where the air is crisp, your playlist hits perfectly, and you feel unstoppable. It was the first war weather we’ve had this year, so I wanted to take advantage of it. 

Instead, I humbled myself in ways I didn’t think were possible… with my morning run.

It started with a decision I knew better than to make: loading up on fiber before heading out. In theory? Health. Discipline. Wellness. In reality? A ticking time bomb.

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Wedding Season

Roxxxy 1(844) 332-2639 Ext 414

Wedding season is upon us. So the bachelor parties have been picking up. So far, I’ve been hired to do a few over the next couple of months. Most of them hire two or three dancers. But last weekend I had a solo gig. It turned out to be the craziest bachelor party that I’ve ever done. And it made me wonder if I should ever do one alone again. When I arrived, the butler showed me to the elevator. He told me that the party awaits me in the basement. The elevator took me to the cold, dark underground floor. I stepped out into a dark hallway and heard a faint mumble. I followed the sound to a huge, heavy, wooden door at the end of the hall. When I pulled the door open, it was so loud inside. Music and belligerent men yelling and being rowdy pierced the air. I quickly realized that it was a sound proof basement. The guys were young, early twenties, pumped with adrenaline and testosterone. You know, spoiled rotten, entitled types. They’ve grown up with way too much money and think they can do whatever they want.

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Belle 1844-332-2639 X 444

The mallet twirled from Amber’s dangling wrist, and she let out a huff of annoyance. “I thought you wanted to please us?” Her mouth twisted into a mocking pout that made me cackle. I kicked at the back of Derick’s knee, and he fell to the floor. His hands both clutched at his family jewels as his wide eyes pleaded with us to play a different game.

“I do, I do. Just, well …” He was naked and trembling with adrenaline. I pinched at the back of his neck and watched his gaze move to my face. “N-not like…that.” He swallowed hard and nodded toward the mallet Amber was swaying by her hip.

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