On Top Of The Mesa

Kayla Cumsalot 1844-33-CANDY Ext 357

The truck rumbled to a stop at the top of the Mesa, and he reached over to touch my cheek. I was looking out the windshield, in awe of the landscape under the setting sun. “It’ll be cold once the sun goes down.” His fingers trailed down my throat and tugged the collar of the jacket I wore. “Zip this up.” I nodded, and my fingers deftly tugged the zipper from my hips to my throat without ever looking away from the view before me.

I heard him chuckle and finally pulled my gaze away from the burning sky to focus on his face. “Ready, baby girl?” He slipped out of the truck when I nodded, but left the driver’s side door wide open. I watched him move around to the passenger side, then he pulled my door open. I turned my body to melt into his chest and slink down his front until my feet hit the dust-covered rock surface of the Mesa. His long fingers curled around my wrist and pulled my fingers to his mouth. “Be careful of the edge.” The look in his eyes was serious before he released me to explore.

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blowjob

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Working all day long, you deserve a good cock swallowing. Your day is so stressful. You need a warm mouth that can melt away all the stress at night. I have one waiting for you right here.

I’ve been craving the taste of you all day. I’m already on my knees, ready for my meal when you come home. I got addicted to the salty taste of man milk, and you’re my favorite supplier. My mouth waters when I imagine your legs spread in front of me and that throbbing cock standing at attention in my face. The feminine desire to worship your power is overwhelming. Every swollen, sensitive inch deserves to be tickled and tasted. 

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Amber 1-844-332-2639 ext 404

“Amber,” Kevin had whispered. His hands trembled as he knelt on my bistro rug. “I’ll do anything you want. I’ll quit my job, I’ll learn to braid your hair, I’ll even stop complaining about the thermostat.” I simply stared at him, with a deep, existential exhaustion. Kevin was a lovely guy. He was a “picker-upper” of dropped grocery bags and a “text-you-back-in-thirty-seconds” kind of soul. But he was also essentially the guy who looked to me for validation every time he successfully navigated a social interaction.

My dating life had become a parade of men who treated me like a fragile porcelain doll placed on a mantle. They were terrified of upsetting me, terrified of taking the lead, and frankly, terrified of the very thing that made a woman’s pulse actually race. Last week, a beta named Marcus had tried to “ask for consent” to hold my hand while we were mid-kiss. My response was to ask if he wanted me to fill out a consent form. He left, feeling insulted. lol

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Prom Makes Daddy Jelly

Valerie 1844-332-2639 Ext 243

I had a blast at prom! My boyfriend and I fucked in the back of his car right in my driveway. I assumed my parents were asleep since it was late and they are old, but Daddy was sitting in his chair when I tiptoed in the door. “Oh, Hi.” I squeaked as he stood up and stormed over to me.

“Is he bigger than me?” Daddy demanded, and I covered my mouth trying not to giggle. Every penis I’d ever seen in my life was bigger than Daddy’s.

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Melanie 1-844-33-CANDY ext 463

Donnie came down to Mistress Melanie’s Dungeon of horror, ready and excited to get punished for the day. My assistant took him downstairs for me to wait until I gave the next steps. I wanted him nervous with anticipation, so I arrived downstairs an hour later. He heard my stilettos click clacking on the cement stairs, and his puny pecker grew.

The first thing I said to dear little Donnie was “Do I seem like the type to give you a little spanking when you’ve done something wrong?” He looked at me in astonishment and in a submissive tone said, “No.” He was being such a good little boy with his answers, and said again, “Good, now open that toy box and pick one that hurts because you deserve a proper punishment for today.”

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a ritual

Posted 4 days ago by Stella

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I’d met him in an underground club where the bass rattled your teeth and the air tasted of ozone and cedar. He was a creature of sharp angles, layers of charcoal linen, and eyes that held the flat, impenetrable darkness of an abyss. When he touched me, it felt like an invitation to a ritual I wasn’t sure I’d enjoy.

Tonight, the room was lit only by a cluster of wax candles that wept long, distorted trails of onto the floorboards. I stood in the center of the room, feeling my heart beat frantically drum against my ribs. Silas moved behind me. His hands felt cold against my skin, sending a jolt of ice-cold electricity down my spine.

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Molly 1-844-332-2639 ext 449  

I promised to help a friend with his studies and agreed to meet him at a nearby cafe. I got out of my car and checked my phone to see if he had already snagged a booth. A message popped up; clicking it open, I read.

‘I’m in a booth straight back, to the right.’ I smiled at his perfect timing and made my way through the parking lot, following his directions to the booth once I was inside. Walking up to the table, my pace slowed. His bag, laptop and several books were spread across the whole table; leaving me nowhere to sit. “Wow, I wasn’t expecting this.” I smiled walking closer, “Where am I supposed to sit?

He looked up and smiled back. “Oh yeah. Sorry. Why don’t you sit here?” He brought his hands out from under the table to gesture to his side of the table. I quirked an eyebrow at him and put my purse on the chair opposite him before turning to sit next to him. I felt one of his hands slide up my skirt and pull my panties to the side, and the other on my hip guiding me to sit in 

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You should have seen the spectacle in the playroom yesterday! Miss Amber works so hard to keep her brats in line, and she does an incredible job. I’ve seen so many of them crawl to her on their knees, ready and willing to behave, but SOME boys need more than one hand to keep them in line.

She had asked for punishment ideas after publicly telling the room this bad boy business. See, it seems she ordered him to get new diapers. Not a big ask for a diaper boy, hello, they need them, but this stubborn baby had denied her. Not just once but for two weeks!!

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Cinco De Mayo

Posted 5 days ago by Rachel

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Cinco de Mayo is always a big party at the breastaurant. And Taco Tuesday is always a good time. But combine the two, and all chaos ensued. As the lunch hour approached, I saw the line beginning to form. We were fully staffed. Everyone was scheduled and no one called in. I think we were all anticipating that the fifty percent off tacos, beer, and margaritas was going to bring a big crowd along with big tips. But I had never anticipated the number of people that were waiting at the door when we opened. No one was. I saw the owner’s eyes grow wide. Beads of sweat began to form across his forehead. Then he called a quick meeting in the hall. It was basically a pep talk. He told us that we really needed to hold on tight, step it up and bust some ass. The tips were going to be pouring in, and it was all going to be worth it when it was over. We all agreed and were pumped up to make some big bucks. So we tied up our little tops to expose as much cleavage and midriff as possible.

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You Say You Need a Woman

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Here you are again. Wandering into the chatroom with a wallet full of bills just aching for someone to pry them out of your hands. Your cock throbs with loneliness, and when asked how you are, you say, “In need of a woman.” Good thing you know right where to find one.

The sweetness you crave, the loving stroke of feminine fingers, is just a processed payment away. Only, youre a glutton for punishment, and you like to pretend you don’t understand how pay-to-play works. Someone’s been a very bad boy and isn’t going to get what he wants if he doesn’t give up what we need FIRST!

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