Anna 844-332-2639 EXT. 203
Mommy thought that you were being such a good Sissy Slut for her. You had done everything Mommy asked. You had been whoring yourself out for mommy. But best of all, you went and hit the block every time mommy told you, as she was managing your client listing. After all of that hard work, mommy finally decided to take you shopping.
Zesty Zoey 1-844-332-2639 Ext 403
You had your chance to give me pleasure. Unfortunately, that tiny wiener just couldn’t stand up to my needs and expectations. So, now it’s my turn to give myself the pleasure I deserve. I’m taking matters into my own hands. No, not in the way you might be thinking. I’m not going to bust out my industrial strength vibe and give myself an orgasm that way. I crave big hard cock and that’s what I’m going to get. You and that itsy bitsy weenie are going to watch. Because I gave you chance to please me and you couldn’t measure up despite your best effort, now I’m going to cuck you.
Kayla Cumsalot 1844-332-2639 Ext 357
As he thrust into her yet again, she felt a new pressure building in her abdomen. Overwhelmed, her hands explore with a mind of their own. Skimming up his back, her navy blue nails drawing pretty red lines as her pleasure overtakes her. He continues to thrust when she pauses and stares into his eyes.
“I’m sorry it feels like…”
“Like what?” He asks.
Trans Alexus 1844-332-2639 Ext 349
The male ego is such a fragile thing. They act so tough and rigid, but the truth is men are soft and sensitive. At the core, they crave to be owned and lusted after. They wish to be cared for even though that’s impossible for them to admit.
I love watching a man move past his ego and into a space of pure bliss. Like the dude, I fucked in a hotel on New Year’s Eve.
Jemma – 1844-332-2639 ext 303
Okay, since you loved me breaking down those Canadian stereotypes, I’ll break down a few more. Let Jemma tell you all aboot Canada!
I just need to clarify one thing before I begin. I refuse to own the fact I say “aboot”. I don’t believe you. I will own the fact that I said Eh, but I refuse to believe I said aboot! Yeah, I’m looking at you, Daddy.
All Canadians Speak French
False. Most Canadians do not speak both languages. Canada does indeed have two official languages, French and English. When I was in the professional world, I used to lie on my resume and claim I spoke French. In my defence, I was forced and did take it for 10 years. Unfortunately for me, I didn’t learn a single thing.
Valerie 1844-332-2639 Ext 243
One of my favorite things in the world is to surprise a guy by grabbing his cock from behind. When you’re still soft, and you can feel my breath on your neck. My hand, flat, over your pants, stroking up and down. It’s such a thrill, especially when I know you’re going somewhere public soon.
I get to feel every second of your soft penis slowly filling, expanding. Oh god, the slow-growing is so damn sexy. I get to feel, in real-time, the tangible effects of my ministrations—the effects of my work. You continue to swell, like the ever-rising tide, and I am as powerful as the moon. It’s my favorite feeling when you become engorged slowly under my hand. I know that means what is filling your cock has left your brain, and I’m about to take control.
Ronnie 1844-33-CANDY Ext 443
It may be the middle of the winter, but there is just something so fun and undeniably carnal about a date to an ice cream shop. First, it’s a low-commitment kind of date. I know I can leave whenever I want, and I’m going to feel safe in a very public space. Second, it’s just a little gluttonous, but in a delightful way. Delicious fatty treats of my perfect favorite flavor. But it’s really about seeing what your tongue is capable of.
I will absolutely insist you get a cone. Secretly, it’s because I’m sitting across from you, judging you as you eat your ice cream. I’m wondering how that frozen muscle would feel against my searing hot clit. I need to know how that jaw is going to feel as it slides against my pussy as your nose brushes my button, and the tip of your tongue finds its way to the top of my sweet delight.
Jemma – 1844-332-2639 ext 303
One winter, when I was younger. The mall was hiring. So, I worked as one of Santa’s Elves with some of my closest girlfriends. It was fun, we would dress in these elf costumes with super short skirts, low-cut tops, red stockings and a red garter belt. We didn’t wear those silly elf shoes, we wore six-inch black Prada heels. All of us looked pretty slutty, to be honest.
The dads would get so bored waiting in line. If we gave them a little extra attention, maybe grazed their cock with our ass when we walked by. Or bent over and showed them our red lingerie-covered ass in front of them, they would get so excited. Their mouths would water in front of their wife and kids.
At the time, we had this boss who was an older guy. His name might’ve been Greg, I can’t remember. Sometimes he would even play Santa when we were short-staffed. He was a lot older than all of us, he had completely white hair and white facial hair. He drove a Porsche. Had a Rolex, and wore the sexiest Valentino suits.
Transgender Alexus 1844-332-2639 Ext 349
Being in the kitchen during the holiday season is one of my favorite things. Feeding people with love brings me such joy. While my mom was the kind of person to chase everyone out of the kitchen as she cooked, I find something so incredibly sexy about sharing the kitchen with another person.
Laughing as we move around each other, it’s like a dance enhanced with warming aromas of whatever is cooking. All of the sensory things happening, from tastes to textures under my fingertips, it just gets me so hot. That’s why I’m not surprised that when Joshua asked to help me make the cookies this year, a whole batch ended up decorated in my special icing.
Mama Felicity 1844-332-2639 Ext 270
Oh no! I stepped into the living room of the Holiday party and smelled something VERY stinky! “Pyoo!” I whispered under my breath as my hand waved in front of my nose. “What in the world is that smell?” Against my better judgment, I started to sniff out the source of the horrible smell. Sniff, sniff. Sniff, sniff.
I had to find and get rid of that stink before the whole party smelled it and was ruined. As I approached the window, thinking I could open it for fresh air, the pungent smell burned at my nose. I pushed back the curtain, and wouldn’t you know it? The stinky source was squatted right there behind the curtain. “MR. STINKY PAMPERS! What are you doing?”
“Making you a present, Mama.” His red face wrinkled as he pushed.