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Rachel 1*844*332*2639 Ext 457

Finals are coming up and I’m extremely nervous. I’m so scared of what the consequences will be if I don’t pass. Professor Beckett knows I’m struggling, of course. So he asked me to stay after class. He told me that he wanted to help me. After the semester I had been through, he wanted to ensure that I pass the final exam. He invited me over to their place for tutoring.

I arrived ready to study. But it didn’t take long for me to realize that they had a different kind of tutoring in mind. Mrs. Beckett was in a silk robe sipping on a glass of red wine. He told me to have a seat. Then he proceeded to tell me that Mrs. Beckett had a lot of pent up sexual energy that needed to be released. That’s when he walked up behind her and opened up her robe. She spread her legs. And he said “See?” I looked down at her pussy and she looked very horny. It was so wet and swollen. And her clit was so hard. I wondered why Mr. Beckett hadn’t taken care of her.

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Stella 1-844-332-2639 ext 322

It smells in here, like cheap drinks and a lot of dreams. I walked fast through the backstage hall and pushed open the door to my small dressing room. I needed privacy and quiet. But I needed something else, too.

On stage, I am bright lights and fast moves. My smile is for the money. But in this quiet room, the smile is just for me. I looked at the mirror. Glitter was everywhere. I started taking off my outfit. The velvet, the straps, the tight little things. Slowly. I like this part. Peeling off the layers and the feeling of myself, it comes back.

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Amber 1-844-332-2639 ext 404

“Jackson, you’ve been a very bad boy…” I purred into the microphone, my voice a low, seductive whisper. Jackson’s eyes darted around the room, searching for the source of my voice. He knew I was watching, but he didn’t know how. I could see the panic in his eyes. The fear of being caught! What a fantastic way to keep him in line, I thought to myself. No one likes a confident sub!

“On your knees, Jackson,” I commanded. He hesitated for a moment before looking towards the door where his wife was busy in the kitchen. “Now,” I added, my tone leaving no room for argument. He dropped to his knees, as his heart pounded in his chest. I could see it, the way his shirt moved with each beat, the way his breath hitched in his throat. I watched as he reached for his belt, his hands shaking as he undid the buckle.

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Under The Blanket

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Friday nights are for high school football! My girls and I got all dressed up for the game; you never know who’ll be in the stands. I was wearing a tiny denim skirt with my Converse and a little crop top that showed off my midriff. It seemed like the whole town came out for the game. The stands were packed with hollering parents and cheering teenagers.

My group of girls found a spot high up on the bleachers where we could look down over everyone and watch the hot players smash into each other. The sun slowly sank behind the trees, and the bright lights came on overhead. I started to rub my arms, as the sun’s rays were no longer keeping me warm; my barely there outfit was doing nothing to ward off the fall chill. Chad must have seen my attempt at warming up and decided to make a move.

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I am  daddy’s Passenger princess.

We had a long road trip ahead of us. Driving all the way to Granny’s. It was a 12 hour ride, and we were all packed, ready to go. Just me and my daddy. I loved our  daddy and daughter trips.  We always have our one on one time in the car on trips together. Singing songs, trivia, and good laughs.

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A BBC Dream

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Bethany

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I was looking up at him, stroking my tongue up and down his cock. Suck his balls, slurping them in my mouth, as my chin drips in a slobbery mess, and I deep throat that big black cock. I was making a huge mess on the hottest athlete in college. Sexy, sick pack abs, big bubble firm ass, juicy lips, and dreamy eyes. He knows exactly how to do it. The best.

He picks me up in his arms.  This man is FINE as fuck!! He slowly strokes his fat black cock inside my tight little hole. Very gently, he’s giving me the long, deep strokes all through my walls. Each stroke he moves his hips, and his fatty bounces up ! OH MY GOSH he has the perfect body. A BBC dream. This will send a shiver down your spine. The best sex with man I have ever had was with BBC.

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Stephanie 844-332-2639 Ext 454 

He was a regular with an idea. He recommended me to his friend; told him I would do anything sexual for money. Which was partly true. His friend only wanted one thing in particular. Anal sex. 

We discussed it over the phone, I made it known that his request was totally fine with me but deep down I knew I needed to prepare. I rarely did anal and it was something I charged a little extra for.  

We planned it, I told him some excuse about being busy so that I would have time to prepare myself. I used my butt plug throughout the week, I wanted to be sure I could take him, whatever his cock size may be.  

The day of I bent over in front of the mirror and took some photos of my ass. M was definitely an assman and requested the pics. After that I used my dildo to fuck my ass just to be sure. Felt awesome but I was nervous.  

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Stella 1-844-332-2639 ext 322

Bonjour, foufouns! It’s me, your favorite French connoisseur of the…let’s call them “hidden depths” of the male physique. You see, while many women swoon over bulging biceps or a charming smile, I find myself drawn to a different kind of mystery, a more intime adventure, if you will. There’s something undeniably compelling about the journey to the very core of a man’s being – the fascinating, often overlooked, and generally underexplored territory of his derrière’s most private entrance. Yes, I am talking about the butt!

Now, some might raise an eyebrow, perhaps even two, when I express this particular passion. “Stella,” they utter with a mix of fascination and mild horror, “why the derrière?” And to them, I simply smile and shrug my shoulders, a very French gesture that encompasses a melange of unsaid truths. For me, it’s a hidden garden waiting to be tenderly explored. It’s far more engaging than discussing the weather, n’est-ce pas?

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Amber 1-844-332-2639 ext 404

“Jason, I have to tell you something,” I say, nervously. He looks at me, his blue eyes wide with surprise. “What is it, Amber? I take a deep breath, mustering up the courage to say what I’ve been wanting to say for years. “I’ve always had a crush on you. And I know we’re cousins, but I can’t keep it inside anymore.”

Jason’s face turns bright red, and for a moment, I think he’s going to protest. But then, something shifts in his expression. He looks at me with a hunger that takes my breath away. “Fuck, Amber,” he says, his voice thick with desire. Before you know it, he’s on top of me, his lips pressed roughly against mine. I moan into his mouth as his hands roam my tight little body, roughly groping my breasts and ass before lefiting my skirt and plunging two fingers into my asshole.

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Kayla Cumsalot 1844-33-CANDY ext 357

I had only worked at the hotel for a few days before I started completing room service turndowns by myself. My mentoring Maid had shown me the procedures and felt we would get the rooms cleaned quicker if we split the work up and did the rooms solo instead of together. A divide and conquer technique.

I had knocked as I did on every door before this one, but you didn’t respond. So I assumed the room was empty and slid my master key card into the lock. As I walked into the room, I picked up a discarded towel and slung it over my arm, then walked around the corner to see how much work the room would need. I was shocked to find you still lying in bed, sleeping on your back, with the blankets tangled around your hips. I should have turned around and slipped the “do not disturb” sign on your door. But your cock was rock hard and begging for attention.

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