Avery 1-844-332-2639 ext. 228
Happy kinky Canada Day everyone! I’m not going to lie; I always fuck on Canada Day. So, I want to be a dirty girl and tell you all about the extra hot fuck fest I had last year.
My friends and I had a party and there was so much dick it was pretty much out of control. Basically, it was girly drinks, dick, and fireworks – what more could a girl like me ask for?
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Stephanie 844-332-2639 Ext 454
I stumbled, my legs felt heavy and my heels pinched my feet from wearing them the entire night. He lifted me, slipping his arm underneath mine and propping me up some. His laughter made me feel better about being so tipsy and clumsy.
I got myself better adjusted, reached into my purse retrieving my keys. “Let me” he said taking the keys, he opened the door and turned on the light illuminating the living room. I immediately removed my heels and then my jacket. I watched as he removed his jacket and shoes.
He approached me smiling, still chuckling softly. “You might be the sexiest I’ve ever seen you right here, right now” I smiled, he wrapped his arms around me and leaned into me. I lifted my chin and breathed him in.
I felt his strength as he lifted me off of the ground by my waist. He kissed me deeply, the smell of cologne still lingered and I felt myself melt in his arms. I had a few too many but with my tolerance I was still able to function. Continue reading “Escort Excerpts : Date Nite”
Trans Goddess Alexus 1844-332-2639 Ext 349
There’s a pretty little candy girl who’s been prancing her tight ass all over the playroom. She’s bubbly, and my lust for her is infectious. The little bitch makes my cock so hard. I’ve been watching her. She’s a flirt who acts coy and innocent, but she isn’t. I can just tell there is a filthiness under her skin, and I want to lick up every inch of it.
Whenever I come around, she’s polite but reserved as if she’s keeping all that sexiness away from me. I don’t understand why she’ll play with all the losers who hang out there, but she won’t give me the time of day. If she won’t give it to me, I’ll take it.
Rachel 1*844*332*2639 Ext 457
It was lingerie night at work. When I first started, my lingerie was more modest than the other girls. I couldn’t believe how little they wore. Some literally wear the skimpiest bras and g-strings. But now I’m basically the same. On this particular night I wore a red bra, and a red g-string with a fitted, stretchy, red lace little dress over them. It barely covered my butt. But you could see everything right through it anyway. And I wore red fishnet thigh high stockings that had red bows on them. I kept catching everyone starring at my ass. It was so busy. I was just trying to keep up with my tables. Then all of a sudden, I noticed that one of my dad’s best friends was there. I wanted to run to the back and hide. But it was too late. He had already seen me. I was mortified. That was exactly what I was afraid of happening. He went to church with us all of my life. He’s married with kids that are now grown. I just knew he was going to be disappointed in me and go tell my dad. But why was he here?
Anna 844-332-2639 EXT. 203
Miss Anna woke up to a house that was displeasing to her taste: It was dusty, there were dishes piling up in the sink, and she could see footprints on her hardwood floor which she absolutely despised. She summoned her Panty Slut, and he came running diligently. She ordered him to put on a pair of panties and get to work.
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Cory 1-844-332-2639 ext 407
I was on the laptop in lingerie, as usual. Today’s appointment had just logged on. He wasn’t anything special, not like some of the others who tried to project an air of mystery or charm. This one was just average. Beige. The kind of man you’d pass on the street and forget instantly. He called himself “Braveheart’ in the chat, which felt ironic given how timid his actual keystrokes felt. He wasn’t a high roller, but consistent. Enough to make the time worthwhile. He didn’t want much in terms of conversation, and the pictures he requested were merely a precursor, an hors d’oeuvre to the real meal.
What he truly craved, what he paid for, were the words. Not just any words, but those specific phrases, strung together just so, meticulously crafted and delivered with a precise cadence. The ones that unlocked something in him, a sort of mental key turning in a lock. “Get worse, loser.” I’d type them out because I didn’t need to see his face to know what was happening on his end. The slight delays in his replies,
Julie 1-844-332-2639 Ext 453
“Dr. Julie, I’m having intrusive thoughts. I just can’t control them. It happens everywhere I go. No matter what I do. I’m so embarrassed that I don’t even know if I can tell you what my thoughts are. I can’t even believe that I’m here right now. This is so difficult for me. But I didn’t know what else to do”, he shamefully whispered. I could tell this was not easy for him at all. He was trembling. So I grabbed his hand and told him that he could relax. I told him that he had no reason to be nervous. There is zero judgement here. Then I went to make him a cup of hot herbal tea to help him relax and ease his nerves. While he was drinking it, I proceeded to ask him some simple questions just to help him loosen up and open up. I wanted to help him feel comfortable. Finally I could tell that it was working. He was no longer trembling. And his voice was a bit more confident. It was time to ask him. “So tell me, what are the thoughts that I can help you with?” I gently persuaded.
Mama Felicity 1844-332-2639 Ext 270
Morning sunlight broke through the trees. “Hurry up and sit, good boy, or all the neighbors will be awake and catch you doing your morning walkies.” Jason kneeled at my feet, his hips wriggling about with his excitement. “It was a long night in your crate, huh? Ready to stretch your legs?” His chin lifted up towards me, and he let out a little “woof” in agreement.
I buckled the collar around his neck, and he scrambled to the door. “Ut, ut. ut.” I tsked him and pointed to the floor. “Sit!” He dropped his butt to the floor between his feet and I cliped his leash into his collar. “Okay! Here we go!”
Amber 1-844-332-2639 ext 404
My phone buzzed on the counter, startling me out of my morning scroll. “Hey, it’s Scott. Got a new phone and wanted you to have my number.” Scott…SCOTT?! My mind did a full-body cringe. “Um, why?” I muttered to the empty kitchen. Not just why send it, but why bother letting me know? The memory of why we weren’t together ambushed me, as it always did, though the sharp edges had dulled to a dull ache of annoyance.
Scott had lost his job early last year. Not that he was fired, not that he quit for something better, he just floundered. And then he spent MONTHS moping around our apartment, turning into this hollow shell of a man, expecting me to magically fix everything and support us both. UGH, it was overwhelming. And so, so frustrating. Every day was a weight, an anchor dragging me down. I just needed an escape, you know? A breath. A moment where I wasn’t carrying the entire world on my shoulders.
Stephanie 844-332-2639 Ext 454
“You’re always fighting me, you know I love that!” he chuckled. I giggled, leaning forward pressing my head into the pillow. Totally stuffed, I moved my hips backwards as he fucked me. Thrusting deeper and deeper in my pussy. I moaned aloud, holding myself up, legs parted.
He was so faded and so was I, so the sex felt very intense and passionate. I didn’t care, I was still angry. My day was spent on my knees and I had nothing to show for it.
We entered the home, a very nice standard suburban home. I was ushered to the kitchen where two men stood. One smoking a cigar and the both of them drinking. Both men were surely older in age and I was only wearing a bikini, his request. We all had drinks and shared conversation by the backyard pool.
He motioned for me to come with him and so I did. In the kitchen he told me those two men were really set financially and they wanted me so they would pay to fuck. Not together but apart. Taking turns. He set the date.