Goddess Rita 1844-332-2639 Ext 413
I bet you’ve wondered a time or two why boys even have boobs. They serve no functional purpose. Not like female breasts, which nourish babies and make boys stupid when they see them. So, what other reason could men possibly have tits for if they aren’t meant for me to abuse them?
To pinch, pluck, or clamp the tender little peaks until they feel overwhelmed with pain and pleasure.
Zesty Zoey 1-844-332-2639 Ext 403
“Mommy Anna! Mommy Anna!” I cried running into her bedroom. “Big brother took my birthday money and he won’t give it back!” I sobbed frantically. Mommy picked me up and put me on her knee hugging me and patting my back soothingly. When I calmed down, she told me to tell her exactly what happened. I told her that I’d been counting my birthday money when my big brother came into my room. He took my money right from my hand and told me he was claiming his big brother tax. I told him there was no such thing. But he told me to shut up and he deserved my money for having to put up with such a bratty little sister.
Aynsley 1-844-332-2639 Ext. 459
Holy fuck I missed this job. Being a phone sex operator is no joke, and it takes skill, seduction, and a whole lot of dirty talk. But hey, that’s exactly why I’m here, isn’t it? Aren’t you glad I’m back?
After a couple of months abroad, I’m back and raring to go, ready to unleash my inner seductress once more. As I slip into my comfiest, most provocative loungewear, I can already feel the familiar heat of anticipation building within me. It’s like my body is saying, “Alright, Aynsley, let’s get this sexy party started!”
I settle into my cozy little lair, the one adorned with plush throw pillows, soft candlelight, and the faint scent of lavender, all designed to set the mood for the torrid tales I’m about to weave. I fire up the old reliable headset and let my fingers dance across the keyboard, typing out greetings and teasing opening lines for the eager clients who’ll soon be on the other end.
Mama Felicity 1844-332-2639 Ext 270
I’ve dressed you in stain and lace. You look like an utter slut, and that’s precisely what you’ll be for Mommy. I’ve invited over six men who are eager to fill your holes with cock and cum. The gang bang will be epic and last four hours. No matter how quickly your clit explodes. They will keep using you. Over and Over. That’s what you wanted, isn’t it, my sissy faggot? Get to your knees and crawl to the center of the circle of cock.
You’re about to be sacrificed in the name of their pleasure. Make Mommy proud and beg for what the cum you crave.
*LUCY* 844-332-2639 xxx- 221
I can deny it, I was born to be a slutty size queen. I’m not ashamed of what I need in bed when it comes to big cocks. And women who say size doesn’t matter are straight up lying, trust me on this my small, dicked boys.
I’ve not been the same since the first time I had a big cock. Also, since we’re being honest, we all know that my first big cock was black. White dicks just don’t do it for me anymore. I don’t even love the big white ones. The passion and power that comes along with a black cock just can’t be matched. It’s something I can’t describe but if you’ve had a black cock, you know exactly what I mean.
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Roxy 1(844) 332-2639 Ext 414
I never knew he loved to sniff my panties until that day. He wasn’t expecting me home early. I caught him with one pair wrapped around his dripping cock and another pair in his face. He was so wrapped up in them that he never even knew I was there and saw him. But things were never the same after that. I had been renting a room from them for several months. Now it all made sense. My panties had been disappearing. I had no idea he was taking them. But watching him suck on them and cum all over them was a total turn on. She was my friend and had no idea that her husband was jerking off with my panties. But I couldn’t help myself. I wanted to give him more and more of what he wanted. So I started cumming really hard in them and leaving them where he could easily find them. Then I would spy on him. It was so arousing to watch him get so excited. He was obsessed. Each time was more intense than the last. And not only for him. The more intense his orgasm was, the more intense mine was.
Diana 1-844-332-2639 Ext. 248
I squirmed beneath Mitchell’s looming figure, the absurdity of the situation only heightening the searing heat pooling between my thighs. My rent was overdue, and now he stood over me, his rugged features twisted into a snarl of displeasure. A spark of apprehension and raw, primal excitement raced through me as I realized he intended to collect the debt in the most carnal of ways.
“Get on your knees,” Mitchell growled, his roughened tone sending shivers down my spine.
As I complied, his calloused hand grasped the nape of my neck, pulling me into him. The thick bulge of his arousal pressed insistently against my cheek, an unspoken demand. I parted my lips, and he ruthlessly shoved himself past them, the head of his cock nudging the back of my throat.
Rachel 1*844*332*2639 Ext 457
I had always wanted laser hair removal. But it’s very expensive so I didn’t know if I would ever be able to get it. Then one slow afternoon at work, I met him. I didn’t know that he owned a laser hair removal company. We were just talking about a lot of different stuff. Then he told me that he appreciated me spending time with him. And that he wanted to treat me to a lifetime membership of complete full body hair removal. I couldn’t believe it. It was a dream come true. Or so I thought.
I opted out of the numbing cream because I didn’t think I would need it. But I was wrong. My eyes were covered with protective glasses so I couldn’t see anything. The further up my legs she got, the more it hurt. I asked her to stop. And I told her that I needed numbing cream but she just kept going faster. I felt her fingers spread my pussy lips open. She was pushing on my clit with one as she lasered up and down my lips. With each pop of the laser, my clit got harder. It hurt so good.
Sissy Mistress Janine 1-844-332-2639 ext 462
I identified him for what he truly was the moment I laid eyes upon him. It existed in the sway of his hips, the delicate manner in which he held his hand out, and the soft, effeminate tone of his voice. First, I let him know that I knew his secret even if he wasn’t aware of it himself. Then I tucked his hand into the crook of my arm, patting it reassuringly. I told him to put himself in my very capable hands. His sissy training started right then and there. When he didn’t put up even a little bit of resistance, I knew he was truly ready.
Julie 1-844-332-2639 Ext 453
“I love pussy hair Julie. It’s such a turn on. I love how it looks, how it feels, how it smells, how it tastes. It’s an addiction, a fetish. I just can’t get enough. But the problem is that these days so many women wax or shave their pussy hair. Or they get permanent hair removal. I don’t understand it. I know. To each their own. But I just don’t get this modern trend. I would love to go back to the seventies. Everyone had big, thick, musky bushes. I miss those good old days.” He confessed.
So I decided to give him what he had been needing and longing for. He told me that he hadn’t been able to enjoy pussy hair in so many years. His wife had gotten permanent hair removal several years ago, even though he had asked her not to. And his mistress gets waxed regularly. She wasn’t open to allowing it to grow out either. The poor guy just wanted to bury his face in a bush. I had a plan. I was going to grow some out for him. But it was going to be a surprise. So I didn’t tell him.