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Smothered By Smoke

Posted 1 week ago by Lea

Smothered By Smoke

Lea 1844-332-2639 Ext. 244

Smoke fills my lungs as I inhale deeply, and my chin tips up toward the ceiling. Ahh, I love the burn trickling down my throat where it stretches out in my chest. The loser under my ass slaps at my mammoth thighs in an attempt to tap out. That’s not how this works. There is no tapping out. There is only taking what I give him. I stay balanced over him for a moment longer, his sweaty palm getting desperate the longer I wait. When I lift my ass, he chokes and tries to sit up. Gasping for a gulp of air, I’d been denying him, but instead of allowing him to suck in that deliciously needed fresh air, I gripped his chin and pressed our mouths together. Blowing the used cigar smoke into his desperate lungs.

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The Kinkiest Boys

Avery 1-844-332-2639 ext. 228

I will never stop saying that we have the kinkiest boys here because I am so proud of them! I love all of my callers, but I have a soft spot for certain guys, so I thought I’d start a series where I tell you all about them. First up is a naughty sissy baby I know. And when I tell you he’s naughty that is NOT an understatement!

He is actually one of the kinkiest boys I talk to. This naughty sissy baby likes, actually loves, to wear diapers and although he’s a grown man I still think he looks super cute in them. But lately he’s developed a love of panties. My panties. And it seems that no matter how many times I say no he insists on stealing my frilly, lace panties and hiding them in his diaper.

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Cory 1-844-332-2639 ext 407

Daniel wasn’t my usual type. I usually went for the brooding artist, all messy hair and existential angst. Daniel was corporate. Crisp suit, perfectly coiffed hair, the kind of guy who probably knew the exact Dow Jones closing number. But he’d been clear in his profile – and even clearer in our messages. He wanted to be pegged. And honestly? After a string of disastrous dates with said brooding artists, the clarity was refreshing.

“So,” I said, as I opened the door to my apartment. He stood on my welcome mat, looking slightly awkward, holding a bottle. “You brought drinks. How traditional.” He blushed, a surprisingly endearing look on his meticulously groomed face. “Is that okay? I wasn’t sure…” “Perfectly fine,” I reassured him, taking the bottle. “Come on in. Drinks first, or straight to business?” I winked, trying to gauge his reaction. His blush deepened. “Maybe drinks first? Ease into things?”

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Sweet Tooth

Posted 1 week ago by Amber

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Amber 1-844-332-2639 ext 404

I’ve had my fair share of unusual requests, but none quite like Axel’s. He had a sweet tooth, a vivid imagination, and a love of ruin. Our conversations were never dull, but this one took an interesting turn. “Amber…Let’s put honey in the back of your pants and lay down,” he said, his voice low and sultry. I raised my eyebrows, surprised by his request. “And then what?” I asked, trying to keep the amusement out of my voice.

“Then, I want you to grab some caramel sauce and drizzle it down the front of your pants,” he replied. I bit my lip, considering his words. I followed his instructions, giggling the entire time. The honey was sticky and sweet against my skin, and the caramel sauce was warm and inviting. I could feel my heart racing as I laid down on my bed, waiting for Axel’s next command. “Now, Amber, I want you to rub your clit for me,” he said, his voice husky. I did as he asked, letting out a moan that I hoped would satisfy him. I could hear the pleasure in his voice as he told me not to cum…Not yet, anyway.

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Aynsley 1-844-332-2639 Ext. 459

From day one, I could tell this summer internship was going to be a special experience. Not only was the work fascinating and challenging in all the right ways. I was given real responsibilities and was expected to contribute meaningfully to the team. But it was my boss, Mr. Jameson, who really made me feel at home from the start.

Mr. Jameson was a total silver fox with salt and pepper hair, a strong jaw, an authoritative air. But he had kind eyes that twinkled when he smiled. And man, did he ever smile at me, his gaze lingering just a bit too long to be strictly professional.

I knew it was inappropriate but I couldn’t help but fantasize about him. Wondering what those big, sure hands would feel like on my body. Continue reading “My Summer Internship” →

Pegging Event

Posted 1 week ago by Diana

Diana 1-844-332-2639 Ext. 248

I was casually scrolling through Facebook when I did a total doubletake. “Pegging Event!” No way, I said to myself. There’s no way this could be about one of my favorite activities, pegging!

To me, there’s something so primal and erotic about taking control, flipping the script, and making a man surrender to pleasure in this way. I get to be the top, the one in charge, while he gets to be vulnerable and open, taking my dick up his ass. It’s always an incredible rush.

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Bra Duty Punishment

Francie 1844-332-2639 xXx 208

He’s been bad. My little miniature man. He’s about the size of my pinkie nail. You would think a boy that small would be no problem at all, but he hasn’t accepted his fate as my tiny, shrunken plaything. He keeps trying to escape and run away from me. Honestly, it makes me more sad than mad. I love him, and he’s mine. I’m going to keep him, and the sooner he embraces his fate and loves me back, the better we’ll get along.

I can not tolerate his behavior, though, so I’m putting him on bra duty punishment until he comes around. His punishment is all prepped, my comfortable front-clasping bra is laid out on the dining room table. The clasp in it had broken a while back, but I saved the bra, knowing I’d have a purpose for it someday. My tiny plaything is in a glass vial, pounding away at the wall and screaming at a useless pitch my ears can’t detect because of his size. All I need now is the super glue.

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Zesty Zoey 1-844-332-2639 Ext 403

Recently, Amber and I discussed how our FYP pages on TikTok seemed filled with hot women like us eating different foods noisily and sexily. So, I suggested we give it a try and turn it into edging guys with our mouths but not in the usual way.  Intrigued, Amber enthusiastically joined me in trying some food ASMR edging.

First, we found a willing victim who craved to hear us smack our lips and chew and slurp and suck different foods as we edged him to food eating sounds.  He even let us watch him stroke and edge for us while we drove him insane with the need to cum as we enjoyed taking turns feeding enough delicious treats.  Together we’d come up with a pile of tasty treats that we’d both enjoy eating and feeding to one another as we drove our client crazy as a united team.

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abdlCory 1-844-332-2639 ext 407

I opened the door to find James standing on the porch, his shoulders slumped slightly. He was a regular, and I knew the signs. His red-rimmed eyes suggested a rough week, and the way he clutched his backpack to his chest told me he was feeling small and vulnerable. “Hey, James,” I said, offering a warm smile. “Come on in. I’ve got your favorite juice box chilling.” He shuffled inside, kicking off his sneakers near the door. The house was carefully curated to be a comforting space. Soft rugs, pastel colors, and a complete absence of sharp edges. It was designed to soothe.

“Rough week?” I asked gently, leading him to the oversized, plush armchair in the living room. He nodded, unable to meet my gaze. “Work’s been awful. My boss is breathing down my neck.” He finally looked up, his eyes filled with distress. “I just… I messed up and forgot a really important email.” “Everyone makes mistakes, James. It’s okay. That’s why we have second chances, and erasers, and…mamas.” I gently stroked his hair. It was soft and fine, not like a grown man’s hair at all. “Tell me about it.”

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Julie 1-844-332-2639 Ext 453

I couldn’t believe my eyes! I had never seen a plumber in panties before. He was checking out the pipes under my sink. I had a leak. He bent down to take a peek. And there they were, clear as day. But oh so frayed. The light pink lace trim had separated from the silky bottoms. I couldn’t help but stare. He quickly turned and caught me looking. Automatically reaching back, he felt the exposed lace band. He turned a bright shade of red. I flashed a reassuring smile. He began to stutter as he felt the need to explain. I could tell he was so embarrassed. There’s no need to explain, I assured him. But he continued. “It’s the only pair I have. I managed to steal them from my wife a long time ago. I have to wash them by hand late every night while she’s asleep. I’m too embarrassed to buy any myself. Nobody knows about my fetish. Well, I guess you do now. I’m so ashamed” he confessed.

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