Kara 1844-332-2639 ext 306

I had the kind of body that demands attention when I walk into a room. When a man looks at me, he immediately admits to himself, “She could get whatever she wants from me.”  The way my perky tits sat high and proud upon my chest and the curve of my tight ass would make any man lose control. I also exuded that confidence in the way I spoke to men and even in my stride. The long, slow, deliberate steps of my long-toned legs and the way my hips rocked softly with each step would even cause some ladies to stop and stare. Today was no different.
As far as I can remember, I’ve always loved being the center of attention. Feeling eyes dancing upon me, followed by adoring and sensual smiles, would never grow old. I especially get turned on when I catch the eye of a married man in the presence of his wife. When I say I get whatever I want, married men are not excluded and, in fact, make the sex that much more riveting.

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Stella 1-844-332-2639 ext 322

James waited in the doorway with his shoulders hunched and his eyes flickering between curiosity and dread. I could feel the hum of his anticipation vibrating through the hallway, like a low drone that matched the distant ticking of the grandfather clock in the hall. James was not only my sub, he was my pawn and my modest bank account…and he was about to be summoned into a scene he could not decline.

I slipped my corset on with the same reverence I reserve for a ritual. The ivory boning pressed against my ribs, pulling my breath into a tight, disciplined rhythm. My skirt was a cascade of black taffeta that fell to the floor in a perfect, measured pleat.

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Shamrock Shake

Posted 7 days ago by Amber

Amber 1-844-332-2639 ext 404

When my boss announced that the downtown bar was hosting a St. Patrick’s Day fundraiser, I knew I had to give the crowd a little “Shamrock Shake” they’d never forget. The bar was drenched in emerald streamers, neon shamrocks flickering on the walls, and a DJ who seemed to think traditional Irish drinking songs were instructional dance tracks.

I slipped into the backstage area, where a gaudy green curtain separated me from the stage. I’d packed a modest wardrobe. A glittery emerald leotard, a pair of fishnet stockings that had seen more karaoke nights than a nightclub, and a tiny top hat that said “Kiss Me, I’m Irish” on the front. I also had a bottle of mint‑scented body spray that smelled like a julep and a fresh lawn.

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When I Call You A Faggot

Lea 1844-332-2639 Ext. 244

All I wanted was some good pipe. I had heard that you could lay it down, so I invited you over. Yous a little younger than I normally like my meat but Sandra had told me how you blew her back out, and I needed some of that! I got you a little drink before we headed up to the room, but on the way, we bumped into my boy.

Now, I know he’s pretty and most people stop to admire that dark chocolate but you was doing more than admiring. I saw when you bit into your lip like you wanted to take a hunk outta my boy. That’s why when we got into the room and I gripped your already bricked up dick, I knew you was a faggot and said so. The look of confusion and excitement in your eyes woulda confirmed it if the flex in your dick didn’t.

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College Boys

*LUCY* 844-332-2639 xxx- 221

It was spring break recently and I had some college boys in my house. My stepson came home for the week and brought one of his friends, Jake, with him.

Now you all know how much I love college boys so having Jake here was very tempting. I tried my best to be a good “mom” to the boys, but it was hard to keep my feelings to myself. So let me tell you about one of the encounters I had with my college boys last week.

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Oh JOI!

Posted 1 week ago by Danika

Danika * (844) 332-2639 x 466

Come on in, have a seat. I wont bite; at least not this time. Let’s have a drink, get to know each other a tad bit before we get to what you came here for. How do you like to be talked to? Would you like me to be stern with you, or soft? Right now is your moment to ask for your needs to be met before I take over; before I am in control. Before my voice is guiding your masturbation. Oh, JOI! There is an unmistakable grin on my face as I get ready to direct and guide your movements and take control of your cock with just the sound of my voice. Oh JOI indeed.

I’m going to take my time undressing you, looking you in the eyes as I remove each article of clothing. There is a power in watching you lust for me from your chair across the room. All that’s left when I’m done are my silk thigh-high stockings and black Stiletto’s. Sitting back down in my own chair with my legs spread open for you, I gently, but firmly, instruct you to undress for me.

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Christine 1844-332-2639 ext 468

There’s something special about a connection that feels warm, personal, and just a little bit thrilling. I love those moments where conversation flows easily, where laughter and flirting blend together until it feels like we’ve known each other much longer than we actually have in reality.

I’ve always had a naturally affectionate side for people. I enjoy listening, teasing gently, and making someone feel comfortable enough to relax and be themselves around me. The girlfriend-style connection is my favorite kind of energy—soft conversation, playful smiles, and the feeling that we’re sharing a moment that belongs just to us. Continue reading “Sweet Control: When Care Meets Command” →

secretary

Anna 844-332-2639 EXT. 203

Mistress Anna hired a new secretary. He was overqualified, and very capable, but most of all he wanted to work for Mistress Anna more than anything in the world. She said she expected him to act, work, and dress a certain way. Without even asking, he agreed to all the terms.

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Melanie 1-844-33-CANDY ext 463

I’m still young and I think I still got it, so I blend right in when the other college kids go on Spring Break. This weekend I’m going to Miami. That’s where all the hot single guys go, right? I’m so ready to have so many orgasms this weekend with some mysterious hot guy. Who’s going to be the lucky one?

I was at a club until 2am and that’s when I looked over and I saw him. We’ll call him Matthew for now. He was well over six feet, tan complexion, blue eyes, dark hair and covered in tattoos. I never could resist a bad boy. Our eyes locked for a moment and then I walked out, hoping he would follow me outside. Lucky me, he did.

I leaned against the wall in the sexiest pose I could think of, as he walked closer to me. Come on kitty, that’s right. Walk up to mama. Without saying anything, he ran his hands through my hair and started kissing me, and boy, was he a good kisser. Possibly the best. My pussy soaked my panties at the anticipation of what was to come.

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Strip Club PhoneSex

Cassey 844-332-2639 Ext. 467

Scanning the crowd looking for prey, my eyes look over faces, some familiar, some new, none quite what I’m looking for. Then, finally, standing in the corner, I see you there, someone worthy of my attention at last! Oh, I just love when there’s fresh meat to go after. Making my way off the stage, I prowl over to where you’re at. Have you ever heard of Cassey’s strip club special? Let me tell you about it: That’s where I take you backstage to my special vip room, and we play a fun little game.
The rules are as follows: We make a bet, and for a determined amount of minutes, I can do whatever I’d like to you. However, there’s one hitch: you cannot cum! If you end up finishing before the time is up, you’d better pay up for your chance to be with me! However, if you manage to last? Well then, that’s a challenge I can’t turn down! The reward is taking me home, and it’s your turn to do whatever you please. Do you want to play this game? It’s a pretty lucky strip club special, I would say. Either way, you’re a winner!

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