Goddess Rita 1844-332-2639 Ext 413
I don’t know anything about sports ball or whatever, but I do know that March Madness makes for a great excuse to get a dick in your mouth. All you have to do is make a bet on a game. You know more than I do about the players and stats or whatever, so really it should be easy to rig.
Pick a game you know is sure to go down the drain and then get ready to pay up! It’s the perfect excuse for you curious wanna be cock suckers!
Danika * (844) 332-2639 x 466
I have a thing for older men. It’s been this way for quite some time now, and while I keep this secret from the world, I can’t escape my own intrusive thoughts. Recently, they have been about My Boyfriend’s Dad. I’m sure you can imagine, this is a conundrum. I don’t know when it happened, but the more time I spent at my boyfriend’s house, the more keenly aware of his father I had become. It started with the way he laughed, then I started to notice his alpha-take-charge demeanor. The way his work slacks hugged his ass didn’t hurt, either.
My Boyfriend’s Dad also has a noticeably large cock. Sometimes I think he dresses the way he does just so that I will notice. In the age of the internet, every person that has reached sexual maturity knows there are certain things men and women wear to catch the gaze of the other sex. Like when I came over last weekend to watch the game with them, and this man opened the door without a shirt on, wearing the most deliciously fitted pair of grey sweatpants I have ever seen. There’s no way he didn’t notice me staring.
Stella 1-844-332-2639 ext 322
The first time a client walked through the door of my studio, it was a late night in March and he was trembling. He introduced himself as Michael, a name he’d chosen for the night, and handed me a thick, handwritten contract. I read each clause, the limits, the safe words, the aftercare provisions, and signing it felt more like a promise than a signature.
When the lights dimmed, the room became a sanctuary of shadows. My hand brushed his cheek and I whispered, “You’re here because you want to be seen, to be felt, to surrender.” He nodded. We began with a simple rope. Four meters of hemp, stripped smooth by years of practice. I looped it around his wrists, tight enough to speak, loose enough to trust. As the knots settled into their places, I watched his muscles tense and then relax. The rope sang against his skin. Continue reading “The first time a client walked through the door”
Mama Felicity 1844-332-2693 Ext 270
“Have you put him in the wheelbarrow position?” I asked Mary, who was complaining that her adult baby wasn’t responding to her punishment techniques. Debbie nodded and pointed at me.
“That’s a great suggestion. I bet the little wise ass would smarten up then!” We laughed, but Mary shrugged, a little defeated by how bad her baby was. I’m sure she hated how we all knew it, too.
“I don’t even know what that position is.” There was a sadness in her voice that made me put my arm around her and pull her in close. As her best Mommy friend, I’d be sure to show her how to get that boy in line!
Danika * (844) 332-2639 x 466
How exciting that you found me here and decided to join me for a moment. Maybe you’ll decide to stay around for longer…I can feel my nipples harden with anticipation. But that’s not what I want to talk about right now. You see, I was taking a break from my studies, and I realized that I had spent the entire day looking at Tiny Marble Cocks. I found myself outlining these pathetic little things with my nails. Art history books are full of them, you see.
After some time, I started to consider what they would look like locked in cages. I imagine spreading my legs for the man in front of me; his Tiny Marble Cock locked in chastity. My pussy is already wet when I reach down, rubbing my swollen clit at first, then my slit. Both of us know by now you would fuck me if you could. There is just one problem; even if your tiny cock wasn’t locked in that cage, you’re far too small to satisfy me with it. So for now, you get to watch me play with my wet pussy while I think of other ways you can satisfy me. Continue reading “Tiny Marble Cocks”
Anna 844-332-2639 EXT. 203
Anna was at a hotel scoping out men, when her eye suddenly caught a couple. She became fixated on the husband. She couldn’t figure out why, but he looked vaguely familiar.
Cory 1-844-332-2639 ext 407
It’s no secret that my titties have their own zip code. I’ve learned to live with the constant stares, the unsolicited advice, and even the occasional “Do you need a forklift?” joke from people who assume my back hurts (news flash – only sometimes).
Enter Jake. I met him at a low‑key art opening, where I was pretending to admire a landscape painting but was actually scrolling through memes on my phone. He knocked over a glass of rosé, apologized, and then asked if I’d like to join him for a coffee. He seemed nice enough at first glance and I’m not one to say no to someone who can turn a clumsy moment into a witty one, so I said yes.
Continue reading “It’s no secret that my titties have their own zip code”
Valerie 1844-332-2639 Ext 243
I heard Daddy late last night with all of his friends. They were drinking and playing poker in the basement, and I liked to sit on the steps and eavesdrop. I find out so much juicy gossip from the top of the stairs. And last night was no different. I heard Daddy say that he is only allowed to fuck girls in the ass, otherwise they never feel him. His friends all laughed and teased him about having a small pecker, but he didn’t seem to care. He said he loves being an only anal Daddy.
It got me wondering… How small does a man have to be only to be allowed to fuck someone in the ass, and how would he feel stuffing his little self into my tight asshole?
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.
Avery 1-844-332-2639 ext. 228
Even a young girl like me knows a teenie dick when I see one. And when you pull your pants down and take out that tiny ass “cock” I know even before I touch it that I don’t want it. But let’s be honest here, your tiny dick isn’t big enough to please anyone sexually.
Well, I guess I can’t technically say that because it WILL please me sexually when I get to laugh and make fun of it. You just won’t make me happy in the traditional way. But when you call me for small penis humiliation phone sex, it’s going to be SO much fun to humiliate you for what’s lacking between your legs. I don’t know how much fun it will be for you at first, but once you realize that’s the only attention you’re going to get from me, I think you’ll learn to enjoy it.