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Cuck Conquests

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Cory 1-844-332-2639 ext 407

I carefully orchestrated opportunities for my new boyfriend to witness my infidelity. I’d invite my conquests over for dinner, making sure he caught a glimpse of them walking up our driveway or lingering in our backyard. The look of anguish on his face was music to my ears, fueling my desire to push him further into despair.

I’d take my lovers to intimate gatherings he’d planned, savoring the jealous glares he sent my way. Our sex life became a battleground, with me alternating between tenderness and cruelty, keeping him perpetually off balance. I reveled in the power I held, knowing that beneath his bravado, he was slowly losing his grip on the relationship.

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Amber 1-844-332-2639 ext 404

It was Hallowe’en night. Outside, the mortal world celebrated with plastic masks and cheap candy. But I craved a real thrill, a true terror. I had spent seven Hallowe’ens trying to communicate with spirits, but to no avail. Tonight, I wasn’t summoning a familiar; I was calling something hungry from the deepest trench of the underworld.

My voice, raw and aching, delivered the final incantation: “Come, Shade of the Forgotten. Taste me, for I am willing.” The candles—tallow dipped in fat—did not flicker. They simply vanished, plunging the room into absolute, freezing darkness. Then, almost instantly, he materialized. He wasn’t a sheet or a spectral mist. He was the perfect, sculpted embodiment of shadow, a man stitched together from cosmic cold and palpable malevolence.

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Stella 1-844-332-2639 ext 322

Mr. Sterling was from out of town, his accent a low, rumbling melody that hinted at old money and even older secrets. I’d been working on the Harrington merger for months, flying back and forth, enduring endless conference calls with Mr. Sterling and his team. And, today, we’d finally sealed the deal.

“Stella,” he’d said, his eyes crinkling at the corners, “a deal this significant deserves a proper celebration. I’d be honored if you’d join me for dinner.” I hesitated for a split second, the professional in me battling the flicker of intrigue. But the thrill of closing such a massive deal, coupled with his undeniable charisma, won out. “I’d love to, Mr. Sterling.”

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Sissy Slut Bob Pays The Rent

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I told my useless faggot boyfriend that if he didn’t start helping with the bills by getting a job, I’d find a way to make him pay. His lazy, good-for-nothing ass STILL didn’t look for a job after I dressed him in lingerie and invited six men over to gangbang him. I thought the idea of getting fucked for money would make him straighten up. However, the fucking cock lover has actually gotten lazier, if that’s even possible.

It’s clear he wants his holes getting stretched out and getting his face full of cum to be the only way he helps me out with the expenses around here. I came home to find him playing his video games again, and I threw the bag of slutty lingerie at his chest. “What’s this, baby?” He barely even looked away from the screen to check the bag.

“It’s the lingerie your sissy, slut ass is going to be wearing when you make our rent money tonight.” There was a spark of excitement in his gaze when he looked at me, and I sighed. Of course, there was no trepidation or fear. He loves being a cock sucking faggot.

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Jackie 1-844-332-2639 Ext. 330

I ain’t leavin’ out no details, darlin’. Here’s my tale of how I became sweet and submissive. My name’s Jackie, and I’m a curvy, southern belle though and through. Got me a little extra in the hips and tush, but my man, he just loves it.

It started a few years back when I first met Master James. He was a tall, dark, and handsome gentleman, with a commanding presence that just drew me to him like a fly to honey. I knew right off he was the one for me, and I was determined to make him proud.

From day one, I played my part to the letter. “Yes, Master”, “No, Master”, obeyin’ his every whim and command. He loved takin’ control, and I loved givin’ it to him. We’d get together on weekends, and he’d tie me up in all sorts of ways, blindfold me and whip me till I was cryin’. It hurt like hell, but that’s what made it so good.

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Amber 1-844-332-2639 ext 404

We’d been flirting for weeks. I pulled open the door, a smile already playing on my lips. Evan stood there, shorter than me by a few inches, his dark hair a little rumpled, eyes crinkling at the corners. He was cute, undeniably, with an effortless charm that hid a surprising intensity. I always had a soft spot for guys I could look down on, literally. There was a confidence in him that transcended stature, and it was utterly captivating.

“Hey,” he said, his voice a low rumble that always sent a shiver down my spine. “Hey yourself,” I replied, stepping back to let him in. We didn’t bother with small talk. His gaze locked onto mine, a silent conversation passing between us that rendered words obsolete. His hands found my waist, warm and firm, pulling me closer until my body was flush against his. A soft gasp escaped my lips as his mouth descended, hungry and urgent. It was everything I’d imagined, and more.

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Melanie 1-844-332-2639 ext 463

I was in the middle of sleeping when I was woken up by being shaken. I opened my eyes, still groggy, but I saw daddy standing over my bed. It was 1am and I was so sleepy. I asked him what he wanted so early in the morning.

He just wanted to play. Daddy told me it was time to learn how to suck cock; gently and passionately. He showed me what it was like being eaten out last week, and now he says it’s time for me to return the favor.

Daddy crawled into bed in just his boxers with no shirt. After the nightlight was turned on, I could see that he was already pitching a tent. He pulled his cock out of the opening, and I saw how big and thick it was. My hand was grabbed and he put it on his hard cock so I could feel it and prepare myself.

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Stella 1-844-332-2639 ext 322

A black leather jacket, worn just right, hugged his wide shoulders. Dark jeans, heavy boots. His hair was long, pulled back in a knot, and he had a look in his eyes that said he knew things I didn’t. A scar cut a thin line through his eyebrow. He was a bad man, I thought. And my stomach twisted with a strange, dark excitement.

He didn’t look at anyone else. His eyes, dark like midnight, found mine across the room. A slow, knowing smile reached his lips. My heart, which had been so bored just moments ago, started to beat against my ribs. I didn’t smile back, just held his gaze like a silent dare.

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Brandi 1-844-332-2639 ext 417

The casino is all glitter and noise on the surface–flashing lights, endless laughter, the clink of glasses and chips. But tonight, I wasn’t interested in the surface. I wanted what waits in the shadows. I wanted to see what was behind the casino walls.

There’s a door most people never notice, tucked into a corner where the music softens. I slipped through it, heart racing, heals clicking softly against the marble floor. The door was so tight, my dress caught on the plaster wall and tore. I ripped at it and small hole formed. I rubbed at the fabric between my fingers to see if it would continue to tear as the night went on. A little piece of thread floated out of the hole, so I tore at that but it made the tear larger. I hurried down the corridor to the last door and pushed my way through. Continue reading “Behind the Casino Walls” →

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Stella 1-844-332-2639 ext 322

They say the oldest profession adapts to anything. Mon Dieu, they were not wrong. Here I am, French as a baguette, running my little ’boutique sensuelle’ on Rue St. Dennis in beautiful Montreal (sweet bebe, you thought I was Parisienne French, didn’t you?). The clients? Well, that’s where it gets…interesting. You see, most of them aren’t human. They’re not even from planet earth.

Take tonight. My appointment, a Xylorian (pronounced “Sy-lor-ee-anne”) named Gleep, looked like a particularly disgruntled pile of amethyst-colored jello. Four eye-stalks, all twitching. He’s from a species that primarily communicates via bioluminescent mucus, which, let me tell you, makes for some truly messy pillow talk. And the smell! Like fermented algae and existential dread, even with the station’s advanced atmospheric scrubbers. But, c’est la vie, Gleep pays in rare crystals, which are currently trending on the galactic market. He also (naturally) leave quite the trail of slime after he cums.

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