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Amber 1-844-332-2639 ext 404

I reclined on my velvet chaise lounge, my ruby-red dress hugging my curves just right. My lips, painted the same shade of red as my dress, curled into a wicked grin as I watched Tobias. He stood before me, his eyes filled with desire and longing, his chiseled body tensed with anticipation. He thought I liked him, but oh, how wrong he was. I liked that he paid me. Tobias was a man of wealth, and I was a woman of power. He was my plaything, my puppet, my pet. Our one rule was that he could pump, he could stroke, but never ever would he be allowed to cum. He couldn’t touch me, but I could touch him. I was his goddess, his queen, his mistress. He was my submissive, my slave, my whore.

“Take off your clothes, Tobias,” I commanded, my voice as smooth as silk. He obeyed without question, shedding his designer suit piece by piece until he stood before me in all his naked glory. His cock was already hard, twitching with need. I

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Rachel 1*844*332*2639 Ext 457

I knew my roommates were kinky, but I couldn’t believe my eyes when I saw what I saw. When I came home, I heard noise coming from the hallway. I followed the it to one of my roommate’s bedrooms. As I approached, I realized that the door was cracked. I couldn’t help but peek in. One was wearing a collar and leash, down on all fours. The other holding a whip and fucking her with a strap on. I stood in shock, but unable to take my eyes off of them. But then they saw me! I didn’t know what to do. It was too late. I was caught. They kept going for a minute. Then the one with the whip and strap on told me that it was my turn. I was hesitant and I guess she could tell. She glared at me and told me not to make her use her whip on me. So I walked in. She told me to get undressed. So I did. Then she told me to get down on my knees and lick the strap on clean. I did as I was told. And it was such a turn on.

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Sweet Tooth

Posted 2 weeks 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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Rachel 1*844*332*2639 Ext 457

I couldn’t believe my eyes. I know my roommates are horny sluts. But I wasn’t expecting what I saw. I guess they weren’t expecting me home yet. There was noise coming from one of their bedrooms. As I walked by, I realized it was cracked. I couldn’t help but peek in. And I couldn’t believe what I saw. One roommate was on her knees with a collar on. The other one was standing in front of her wearing a strap on. She was also holding a leash that was attached to the other’s collar. She yelled “suck my cock whore”. Then she shoved it in her mouth and started gagging her with it. After a few minutes she told her to turn around and get on all fours. Then she started oiling up the strap on. She shoved her head down to the ground and told her to spread her ass open. Then she started slowly sliding the strap on into her ass. Once she got it all the way in, she pulled out. Then she slammed in back in harder and faster. She kept repeating this. But each thrust was faster, harder, and deeper than the last.

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Roxy 1(844)332-2639 Ext 414

There’s this one rude client at the club. It’s a very upscale, member’s only gentlemen’s club. So the clientele is wealthy, high profile men. Most of them are confident, quiet, charismatic, and kind. But this one is just an asshole. There’s no way to put it nicely. And the other night he was being extra obnoxious. Then to top it off, he wanted a private dance. I wasn’t feeling it. But it’s my job. And money is money.

Once in a private room, he explained how he caught his wife cheating. I guess that also explained his mood and attitude that night. So I figured he just needed to have some fun to forget for a bit. I began to loosen his tie, rub his shoulders, and rub my tits and ass on him. But he proceeded to talk about his wife and how maybe he should just let her get satisfied by other men. I just continued to try to distract him from all of that. But I guess that rubbed him the wrong way because his rudeness began to escalate. Before I knew it, he was being plain mean. I was so done with this asshole.

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Diana 1-844-332-2639 Ext. 248

When our paths first crossed, I could sense it in him, the need to be dominated, controlled, owned. He played the part of a powerful man alright, but his eyes betrayed him. They craved to be mastered. And so I made my move, drawing him in with honeyed words and veiled promises. He came to me of his own free will, thinking he’d find salve for his haughty desires as he did with all else in his life. But I had other plans for him.

Now he kneels before me, wrists bound, back striped raw from my crop. I walk around him in wide, slow circles, inspecting my pet. He shivers and quakes but dares not move, not unless I allow it. I am his Mistress and he is but a slave, a toy to be used. I trace a finger down his cheek and he leans into my touch, mewling softly. Already he forgets his place, the brat. I seize his hair and wrench his head back, forcing him to meet my gaze.

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Mercedes 1844-33-CANDY EXT 423

“Stop being an annoying little brat. If you don’t stop, I’ll make you wear panties in public for everyone to see.”

You smirk, not taking me seriously. “Yeah, right. Like you’d ever do that.”

I raise an eyebrow, looking serious. “Try me.”

I stood up, towering over you as I grab your hands, and pull them behind your back. My strong grip tightens as I pull out a pair of pink lacy panties from my bag. Continue reading “Wearing Panties in Public” →

Shemale Alexus 844-332-2639 EXT 349

When I strolled into the bar, you were sitting all alone. Half slumped over the bar top, nursing another round. You looked so pathetic, like an easy target. You’d make the most spectacular glory hole superstar. With a smile, I sat beside you and rubbed your back. “Tough day?”

You groaned, already half out. I love it when you losers do the hard work for me. I helped you off the stool and took most of your way as we stumbled to my car. You flopped into the back seat so quickly, already almost asleep. I didn’t care if you passed out, so long as you didn’t wake up till I had my plans in motion.

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Alex 1-844-332-2639 Ext. 425

Even a dirty little subbie knows that Mistress’ cunt must be pleased. There is only a handful of things that can truly fulfill that requirement. And so many of these stupid subs don’t even bother to take a step back and realize what they are. Of course there are many that do, but the ones who don’t really get the steam coming out of my ears. You’re going to sit there wanting to be punished and not even give a fuck what I want? Typical men. Some of these boys are just as bad as those rapey little dominant ones.

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Vivian 844-332-2639 ext.254

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Poker night pussy revenge… I told my boyfriend to wait in the room and I would deal with this. With tears in his eyes he apologized and fled. I sat down in his seat and told the guys there would be one last hand. All or nothing. If the boss wasn’t a pussy he would agree to the following. If he won he could fuck me since I knew that’s what he really wanted. But if I won, he had to give my boyfriend everything and a raise at work.

You could feel the tension in the air. It was so quiet you could hear a pin drop. I leaned forward and asked Mr. Bossman if he was really a boss or if he was a pussy. He instantly agreed to my terms.

With nothing to bet and only skill to rely on we showed our cards. He had a straight while I had a full house. I asked him who won just to rub it in a little. He looked embarrassed in front of all my boyfriends friends a few of which were his employees. Then I had an idea. Continue reading “Poker Night Pussy Part 2” →