I Get So Wet

Posted 2 months ago by Roxy

Roxy 1-844-332-2639 Ext 414

I get so wet while I’m working. Rubbing my pussy all over the pole. Feeling all the hard cocks as I give them lap dances. All of the wealthy men lusting over me. It all turns me on so much. Sometimes I have to go into my dressing room and play with myself. I have crushes on several of the gentlemen. So I fantasize about them and play with my pussy. I love to watch myself in the mirror. I try to see if I can squirt it when I cum.

Then I go back out there and dance again. You see, I can cum over and over, several times a day. I’m a hypersexual nymphomaniac. I can’t get enough. I’m insatiable. So this is the perfect job for me. I get to play with my pussy all day. By the time I get home at night, I’m so tired. I usually fall asleep playing with my pussy. Then I end up having all kinds of dreams about sex and men from the club. So I wake up so horny in the mornings. I love this job because I can cum over and over again on calls with you all.

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Julie 1844-332-2639 Ext 453

I can’t believe I have to pretend to be a very successful real estate agent! I don’t have a clue what I’m doing. But I have to pull this off for my friend. She’s counting on making this sale. It’s going to be the biggest of her career. But of course the stress got to her. She woke up with a migraine. So I can’t let her down. I have to pretend I’m her since I’m not licensed. Luckily, she’s never met this client. All she knows is he’s very wealthy. I got there in plenty of time to go through the 20,000 sq. ft. 4 story property. But when I heard the door chime, my heart sank, and my mind went blank. When I opened the door, I lost all touch with reality for a moment in time. He was the sexiest man. Very well dressed, dark hair, light eyes, and that smile…

I tried to act professional. But he could tell I was nervous. The funny thing is he thought I was getting tongue tied because I was attracted to him. Little did he know it was that. But I had no idea what I was doing either.

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Diana 1-844-332-2639 Ext. 248

It was a lazy Sunday afternoon. My darling sissy was all dolled up in his cute pink panties and sheer thigh-high stockings, just the way I like him. I was lounging on the bed in just a lacy bra and garter belt, feeling rather frisky.

“I think it’s time we try something new, sissy,” I purred, my voice dripping with mock sweetness. “I’m going to peg that pathetic pussy of yours.”

My sissy’s eyes went wide as saucers. “P-Peg me, sis? But I’ve never-”

“Shh, you’ll do as you’re told,” I cooed, patting his cheek condescendingly. “Now be a good girl and fetch me the strap-on.”

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Why Should I Care?

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I have one question: why should I care? You call me saying you wish to entertain me, which should mean you do what I say and how I say it. When I told you I wanted to hear you ride the dildo, you thought I would only make you suck; you said that it would hurt. Yeah, and?

Why should I care if you didn’t prepare your ass for a rough fucking? Why should I care if you don’t have lubricant to make it more comfortable? I thought this was about me and what I wanted. Isn’t that what you said?

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“I’m glad you could make it,” I say, giving you a kiss on the cheek as you walk into the house. I’m wearing a sweater that barely covers my chest, a short skirt, and thigh high socks. I watch as your eyes travel up and down my body, taking in every inch of me. I smile, knowing that you’re already getting hard in your pants.

“Thanks for inviting me,” you say, your voice low and husky. I can tell that you’re trying to keep your cool, but it’s already slipping away.

“I have to help my mom in the kitchen for a bit,” I say, taking your hand and leading you towards the bedroom. “But I have a little something to hold you over until dinner.”

I push open the door to my bedroom and pull you inside, closing it behind us. I can feel your eyes on me as I walk over to my dresser and pull out a pair of handcuffs. Continue reading “Blue Balls for Dinner” →

Amber 1-844-332-2639 ext 404

Amber had always been turned on by the idea of dominance and humiliation, especially when it came to her boyfriend Tim. He was a pathetic loser with a tiny, useless dick, and Amber loved to tease him and put him down for it. Little did Tim know, Amber had a secret fetish – she loved to transform men into sissies and make them her personal fuck toys.

One day, Amber decided to take things to the next level. She convinced Tim to take a mysterious potion she had concocted, promising him it would give him the ultimate sexual experience. As the potion took effect, Tim’s body began to change. His muscles shrank, his hair grew long, and his clothes no longer fit. Amber smiled as she looked at the pathetic creature before her – her new sissy plaything, Tami. Amber couldn’t wait to dress Tami up in frilly dresses and diapers, to put her on display for all of her hot girlfriends to see. She wanted to make Tami her personal dominance toy, to do with as she pleased.

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Impregnating Trisha

Valerie 1844-332-2639 Ext 243

I wanted to have a baby so badly, but I couldn’t fathom wrecking my body with such a process. After much consideration, I knew just what to do to get what I wanted without gaining stretch marks or enduring all that pain. My sweet Sissy Trisha! I’d simply enhance her hormones and fuck her full of cum so that she could surrogate the baby for me.

Trisha wouldn’t even have to know my plan! It didn’t matter how long it took. Slowly, I would transform my sweet girl from the boy she didn’t want to be to the woman I knew she craved to show the world. A woman with a belly that’d grow my baby! Impregnating Trisha would take lots of planning and patience, but I knew the outcome would be worth it!

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I had really done it this time. I had gotten pretty good at getting away with stuff, but I knew Daddy would be really upset for breaking the rules this time. I missed curfew for the third time this month, he said last time, that he was really going to punish me, if I ever walked in that door late again. He was already waiting for me at the kitchen table with a very serious look on his face. He did not have to say anything, I knew exactly what was to happen. I already knew what I was supposed to do when it was time for Daddy’s punishment. 

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Zesty Zoey 1-844-332-2639 Ext 403

I crave to be referred to as malapert.  You know I love to be cheeky and enjoy witty banter.  But I try to be careful never to cross the line into outright insolence.  I like to be engaging and fun, not rude and disrespectful.  A playful battle of wills and wits always add spice to a relationship and interaction.  It’s so fun to pit one’s witty vocabulary against another.

I see life as an adventure.  Every day is a chance to learn something new.  If we insist on being safe and taking the easy way, what kind of life are we living?  We should try new things and expand our world and experiences.  People crave to explore ourselves and the world around us.  That includes our sexuality.  Step outside of your comfort zone though not outside of your personal boundaries.

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Rachel 1844-322-2639 Ext 457

My Daddy can’t find out that I’m a phone sex operator. He’s so strict and overprotective of his baby girl. And he would freak out if he knew that my roommates are strippers. While I’m babysitting, they get to be stripping. I’m always so jealous. But then they came home one night so excited. They told me that there was going to be an amateur night on Halloween. So we could wear costumes and masks. This was my dream come true because I could remain anonymous. I decided on a sexy kitten costume that came with a full face mask that covered my  entire face, so nobody would know it was me.

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