Diana 1-844-332-2639 Ext. 248

I’ve always been a woman of discipline, but this is next level. It’s not just No Nut November; it’s No Nutting until 2026. And my puppet, oh, my puppet is aching for it.

He’s my plaything, my obsession, my personal challenge. Every night, I tease him, stroking his shaft until he’s throbbing, begging, pleading for release. But I deny him.

Tonight, I’m in the mood for torture. I strap him into the chair, his cock already hard, already leaking. I kneel between his legs, my breath hot against his tip. “You want to cum, don’t you?” I whisper, licking a slow circle around his head. He groans, his hips jerking involuntarily. I smile, knowing I have all the power.

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Rachel 1*844*332*2639 Ext 457

It had been a few months since Mr. Martin came into my work. He was one of my dad’s best friends. We grew up very close to his family. He was like an uncle to me. But when he came into the breastaurant and saw me working there, everything changed. The first time he was meeting with another woman there. Of course he wasn’t expecting to see me. So the next time he came alone, gave me a big tip and made a deal with me. Our secrets were safe with each other. He knew that I do not want my family to know where I work. And I knew that he does not want his family to know that he was on a date with another woman.

Then when I was least expecting it, there he was. He requested me to be his server. Luckily it wasn’t very busy because he was in the mood to talk. He wanted to know how long I had been working there, how school was going, and where I was living. I wasn’t sure why he was suddenly so interested in every little detail about my life. But he was very flirtatious.

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Janine 1-844-332-2639 ext 462

Mama Janine believes that discipline and punishment are important for the development of boys and girls.  In front of me stands an incredibly naughty boy in desperate need of correction.  Often, I find spanking a very effective punishment.  However, in this case, I have decided to use a different type of discipline on this naughty little boy’s bottom.  Today, I am choosing to employ my strapon to punish this disobedient bottom.  Sometimes a properly stretched and stinging bottom hole serves as a more effect reminder than a blistered set of cheeks.  Both types of punishments require Mama to bend you over to get you ready to learn your lesson.

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Aynsley 1-844-332-2639 Ext. 459

I’m a 20-year-old girlie with a wild side who’s always ready to spice things up. And let me tell you, my college pussy is as tight as they come. I mean, I’ve been told it’s like a vice grip down there. Not to brag or anything.

One day, I was walking back from the library, lost in thought about some lecture I had just attended on the Renaissance. Suddenly, a cute guy from my biology class, Max, caught my eye. He smirked and asked if I wanted to grab a coffee. What began as a friendly chat turned flirty and raunchy pretty quickly. So we decided to head back to my dorm.

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Julie 1-844-332-2639 Ext 453

Sitting at the café, I couldn’t help but notice the shoe boutique across the street. It was another boring lunch with an online dating app date. He was jabbering on about who knows what. I was zoned out. All I could think about were all of those sexy shoes in the window across the street. I was trying so hard not to look. Shoes are a major weakness for me. Well they’re actually a serious addiction. The end of the date was all a blur. But I snapped back into reality the second I opened the door and stepped into the euphoric aroma of brand new shoes. I was immediately greeted by a middle aged man. His eyes lit up as he looked me up and down and eagerly introduced himself as the boutique owner. He complimented me on my outfit, which was a white silk button up blouse with a white lace bra peeking out, black leather leggings, and black pumps. Then he offered to help me try on whichever shoes I’d like. I picked out about a dozen pairs and sat down on the plush bench. He kneeled before me, took my feet into his hands…..

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Sexy Babysitter

Avery 1-844-332-2639 ext. 228

I totally love being a sexy babysitter who gets to fuck all the hot dads in my neighbourhood. I mean, who wouldn’t? But recently I had a creepy experience that ended up being crazy hot and I thought I would tell you the rest of the story. Part one is here if anyone needs to be caught up.

I was babysitting for a new family one night when I started hearing weird sounds in their house. I investigated further and I swore someone was calling my name. I couldn’t be sure but it sounded like a voice was calling out “Avery…Avery”. I panicked, grabbed a flashlight and then cautiously made my way down the hallway. The whispering seemed to lead me toward the basement door.

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military man

Amber 1-844-332-2639 ext 404

My friend Heather cornered me the moment she heard her brother, Henry, was back in the city. “Amber,” she’d whispered, with a mischievous glint in her eyes, “I’m throwing him a welcome home party and need you to be there! He’s been gone for so long, and you know…you know how I feel about you and him. Just…take care of him for me, okay?”

Henry was a ruggedly handsome military man, fresh from some top-secret Pentagon assignment. He was the kind of man who made you forget your own name, especially when he was wearing that crisp uniform. I wandered into Heather’s living room and there he was, looking as fine as ever, surrounded by friends and relatives. The air crackled when he looked in my direction. Heather had given me the go-ahead, a playful shove towards destiny, and my heart was doing a frantic drum solo against my ribs.

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Diana 1-844-332-2639 Ext. 248

This year’s Halloween party was going to be unforgettable. I’d planned it carefully, picking the perfect theme and costumes for me and my sissy. I combed through his wardrobe, picking out a skimpy latex mini-dress and thigh-high stilettos. I styled his hair in a messy, sex-kitten updo and applied a bold red lip. My sissy’s curves looked heavenly in that little number. I thought he was the perfect slut for our soiree.

Once he was all dolled up, I set to work on my own look. I opted for a vampy witch costume, black lace and leather, with a strategically placed cutout that showed just a hint of cleavage. We were both going for a wickedly sexy aesthetic, perfect for a night of debauchery.

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Aynsley 1-844-332-2639 Ext. 459

As the moon cast an eerie glow on my dorm room, I couldn’t shake the thrill that coursed through my veins. It was the weekend before Halloween, and I found myself craving a certain type of excitement. The kind that only and older man could bring me.

I spent hours getting ready, my heart racing with anticipation. My brown eyes sparked as I painted my lips a deep, crimson red. I slipped into a black lace bra and thong, the fabric barely containing my perky breasts and pert ass. A sheer, ruffly skirt hugged my hips, and I added a pair of thigh-high stockings and stiletto heels to complete the sultry look.

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Jackie 1-844-332-2639 Ext. 330

Y’all, I gotta share ’bout the wildest night I ever had. Some honest to goodness Halloween Ho’in! I was dressed like a hootchie at a very spooky soiree. My red mini skirt was so short, it near about showed my whole booty, and my black lace bralette was see-through as a gossamer spider web. I rocked stilettos that made my legs seem to go on forever. I reckon I was askin’ for trouble, but shoot, I just wanted to have some fun!

Well, I got it in spades when I met two handsome devils at the party. The first, dressed in a tight black leather getup, had eyes dripping with sex and a smile that could charm a snake. The second, with a cowboy costume that hugged his handsome physique, flashed his pearly whites when our gazes locked. Lord have mercy, I thought I might just melt right there on the dance floor!

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