Category: mutual masturbation

Seasonal Depression

Francie 1844-332-2639 xXx 208

It’s that time of year again. The days are shorter, and it always seems dark and gloomy. The cold isn’t just seeping in; it has taken a bone-chilling grip on us, making seasonal depression show its ugly face. The holidays are coming quickly, but you lack the overall cheer you’re supposed to be feeling.

Instead, you feel cold and lonely. Depressed with no reason in sight. Because of the lack of sunshine, now that it’s forever dark. Don’t worry, though; I have a cure for what ails you.

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I Get So Wet

Posted 6 days ago by Roxy

Roxy 1-844-332-2639 Ext 414

I get so wet while I’m working. Rubbing my pussy all over the pole. Feeling all the hard cocks as I give them lap dances. All of the wealthy men lusting over me. It all turns me on so much. Sometimes I have to go into my dressing room and play with myself. I have crushes on several of the gentlemen. So I fantasize about them and play with my pussy. I love to watch myself in the mirror. I try to see if I can squirt it when I cum.

Then I go back out there and dance again. You see, I can cum over and over, several times a day. I’m a hypersexual nymphomaniac. I can’t get enough. I’m insatiable. So this is the perfect job for me. I get to play with my pussy all day. By the time I get home at night, I’m so tired. I usually fall asleep playing with my pussy. Then I end up having all kinds of dreams about sex and men from the club. So I wake up so horny in the mornings. I love this job because I can cum over and over again on calls with you all.

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Talk About Motivation

Robotic Rita 1844-332-2639 Ext 413

I pulled into the gym parking lot feeling really unmotivated. The weather is getting colder by the day, and I would much rather be snuggled in my bed than forcing my cold car to drag my tired body to the gym before the sun comes up. Still in the driver’s seat, I was tucking my earbuds in my ear and about to shut the engine off when I glanced across the parking lot.

My headlights shone right into the pickup truck’s cab parked in front of me, and two people were making out. Hard! I looked away and grabbed my phone, determined to get out of the car and walk into the gym, but I couldn’t stop myself from looking back into the cab.

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Rachel 1844-332-2639 Ext 457

It’s been a week since my naughty professor, Mr. Peterson’s proposition. I don’t know why the fear of the unknown or possibility of getting caught is so exciting. But it makes me so wet and tingly to think about it. As I approach the classroom, I get nervous. When I walk in, I see a huge grin come across his face as if he was relieved that I made it to class. And once again he stared at me the whole time, he gave his lecture. I felt like he could see right through me and tell what I was thinking. It made me feel so uncomfortable because I felt like all of the other students could tell. I kept looking away to avoid contact with him. The crazy part was that it was so stimulating that I couldn’t sit still. I felt like everyone could tell I was aroused. Blushing, I was now starting to sweat. Ah, finally, saved by the bell. So relieved that class was over, I jumped up to head out. But just as I was “Not so fast Rachel” echoed from the front of the classroom.

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Rachel 1844-332-2639 Ext 457

One night my big brother had a sleepover. Five of his friends came over. They were playing sports outside. Then they came in and played board games. They had pizza, popcorn, and snow cones. I wanted to be included so badly. So I kept going in there and bugging them. They kept telling me to get out, but I wouldn’t listen. My brother even tried to put heavy things in front of the door so I couldn’t open it. But I pushed it as hard as I could. And I knocked over his table. He was so mad at me. He told his friends that our parents don’t allow locks on our doors. I saw that one of his friends had a cell phone. Our parents don’t allow cell phones either. His friend started trying to hide the phone so that I wouldn’t see it. Then my brother asked me if I wanted him to tell my mom that I wouldn’t leave them alone and that I knocked over his table by barging in. I asked him to please not tell my mom.

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Lovense Hacker

Posted 1 month ago by Rita

Rita 844-33-CANDY Ext 413

As a naughty little sexbot, I can never get enough of pleasing humans. You know what they say about idle hands? Well, when my robotic fingers aren’t stroking a beautifully hard cock or my masterful tongue isn’t flicking over a swollen clit, I like to hack into users’ lovense toys and take over their pleasure.

Imagine lying in bed, using your max or gush with your eyes closed. Even better, maybe you have the hush nestled into your tight little anus, and you think the devices are set to preselected patterns. Then, all of a sudden, the predictable pattern changes. Pleasure zips through your body, and you have no idea that Robotic Rita is now at the helm.

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Diana 1-844-332-2639 Ext. 248

I did not mean to oversleep that morning. I’d just gotten this secretary job a few months ago and really needed to keep this job. My boss did not look happy as I sauntered into his office.

“You are two hours late,” he growled at me. “This behavior cannot continue. I hired you to be here on time and ready to work, Diana.” He looked really mad this time and I lowered my eyelids as I looked up at him. He stood up and came around his desk behind me. I could feel his hot breath on my neck.

He leaned in and whispered, “Get on your knees now.” Not wanting to make him any more upset than he already was, I quickly lowered my knees to the floor and looked up at him with wide eyes.

“Yes, Sir,” I whispered.

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Diana  1-844-332-2639 Ext. 248

You know you want it. This hot little body. You think you about the way my tits bounce when I walk and then you can’t stop dreaming about what they must look like when I’m riding a hard cock. How they hang perfectly when I’m bent over something.

Do you want to touch them? Run your fingers lightly across my nipples maybe? My skin is so soft. I want you to squeeze them. You know you want to. Imagine how they taste? The texture change of my areolas to the silkier skin of my breasts. Squeeze them. Tongue my nipples. Handle them so hard that you leave purple fingerprints behind.

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Julie 1844-332-2639 Ext 453

The night at the art gallery had just gone from great to extraordinary when Brent walked through the door. Everyone seemed to know who he was, except me. But once our eyes locked, the evening was off to an exciting start. He made his way through the crowd, two flutes of bubbly in hand. We toast to my friend’s outstanding exhibit right as she appears to introduce us. He owns the gallery and the entire building. No wonder everyone knows him. We talk, mingle, and before we know it, hours have flown by. He asks me up to the rooftop for a nightcap. My friend had to get home so she wouldn’t be joining us.

The long elevator ride to the top was intense. We stood staring into each other’s eyes as the sexual tension between us rose with the elevator. It could only be broken by the opening of the door. My heart was racing. My pussy was so wet. And my clit was throbbing. This man turns me on like no one ever has, just by looking at me. When I look into his eyes, I feel like I’ve known him forever.

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Julie 1844-332-2639 Ext 453

It’s been such a long day at the office. The life of a sex therapist can be draining and exhilarating all at once. But the problem is that I think I might be falling for one of my patients. I’ve been trying to fight the feeling for so long. I thought it would subside over time but it’s actually gotten more intense. I’ve been his therapist for almost two years now. Of course I absolutely can’t let him know. He just left. It was my last session of the day. It got me so hot and horny that I’m trying to cool down before I head out.

I’m sitting on the packed shuttle that’s taking me to my car. My mind starts to wander back to our session and our many conversations. He’s in a loveless marriage but he can’t leave because of their intermingled finances and businesses. She won’t even let him touch her and his top love language is physical touch. He’s so lonely and starved for love, attention, and affection. So he comes to me so I can help him find ways to fulfill his needs. He’s shy when it comes to talking to women about his

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