Anna 844-332-2639 EXT. 203
Mommy Anna was out shopping at the mall. She went into a store of gowns when she recognized her young neighbor shopping there too. He was perusing through gowns innocently and admiring them. Anna came up to him and pretended to bump into him by grazing him.
Isabelle 1844-33-candy ext 464
More than anything, I need the bound feeling of the rough hemp biting into my soft skin. I cherish that intense moment when the rope tightens, leaving me immobile and entirely at the trigger’s mercy. My breath catches as the first knot ensnares me in a web of sweet restraint and dark longing. It’s a dizzying high, knowing that I am helpless, fully exposed, and entirely vulnerable to whatever twisted pleasure comes next.
There’s something addicting about being wrapped up tight, every knot a tease, every pull of the rope a reminder that I’m not the one in control, even when I pretend I am. That tension between obedience and defiance, that’s the fun part of the play, I’ll provoke just enough, twist, and pout, maybe talk back, but only see what it takes to make him pull the rope tighter.
Stella 1-844-332-2639 ext 322
Tonight’s client is younger than usual. He’s here for punishment, though he doesn’t yet know it. All the young ones start with that (stupid) hope in their chest, thinking they’ll be able to tame me. Yeah, right. Once they’re inside of my web, they quickly realize the error of their ways.
“Bonjour, mon chéri,” I purr. He shivers when I touch his chin, as my nails dig into his jaw. “You’re here to obey. N’est-ce pas?” He nods, swallowing hard. Good. They always think they can handle more than they can.
TS Alexus 844-332-2369 EXT 349
Your gaze travels over my curves, and your body reacts. It’s not intentional; it is completely uncontrollable. You think it’s natural to be attracted to such a beautiful, blonde Goddess. Then you look closer, and you see it. The thick meat between my legs, and you are struck stupid by how horny you still are.
It isn’t your fault that you see me and instantly wish to be a flaming HOMO.
Avery 1-844-332-2639 ext. 228
I’ll be blunt, I’m a hot teen babysitter and I’ve been craving new daddy dick lately. Plus, I went a bit overboard at Christmas so I need some babysitting gigs ASAP! Babysitting gigs preferably with a hot DILF.
So, tell me, when you look for a girl to babysit, do you automatically look for a hot teen babysitter that you’d also love to bang? I think that’s what most men do so don’t be embarrassed. To be honest I look for babysitter gigs with hot dads so it kinda goes both ways.
Melanie 1-844-33-CANDY ext 463
I just love sissy clients. Frilly little sissies that love to dress up in sexy lingerie and play with toys up their asses. Do they love being fucked in the ass more than me? We shall see.
My friend Candy came over one evening and told me she wanted to play dress up with me: my choice. I immediately took her upstairs to my walk-in closet where I had loads of lingerie hanging. This was our first time playing, so I found a frilly lacey light pink and black bra with a black thong and matching frilly lacey skirt. She looked so pretty in it. To complete the look, I gave her a pair of black fishnet stockings and black stilettos. Then we took pictures.
Candy looked delicious, so I suggested we get some toys to play with and see if we could fill her ass up. I let her look in my drawers where I kept the toys and she picked out my thickest dildo strap on and a straight purple vibrator. I started with the vibrator.
Rachel 1*844*332*2639 ext 457
Right as I was about to doze off, I heard someone unlocking my front door. Only two people have the key to my front door, my landlord and my uncle. Once inside, he yelled “Your rent is past due Rachel”. While that sounds like something my landlord would say, I could tell that it was my uncle’s voice. And besides, that’s not the way Brent Sterling handles things. For all I know, I could probably live here rent free. After all, I am fucking my married landlord. But I made a deal with my uncle. He will pay my rent if I stay in school and let him do whatever he wants with me sexually whenever he wants to. So he usually shows up unexpectedly and unannounced. Last time he caught me with Mr. Martin. He wasn’t too happy about it. So he had his way with Mr. Martin. And Mr. Martin went along with it because he didn’t want to take a chance that my uncle might say something to Mrs. Martin. I heard footsteps, then saw my uncle’s figure standing in the doorway.
Zesty Zoey 1-844-332-2639 Ext 403
Anna has this amazingly sexy nephew. Sometimes, she invites me to help her. Last week, Anna invited me to celebrate her nephew’s birthday. He opened the door excitedly when we arrived. “Auntie Ann and Zoey!” he exclaimed. “I wasn’t expecting you today.” He said. “I know, we wanted to surprise you. Zoey and I are here to help you celebrate your birthday with a bang.” Anna told him. We giggled at the double entendre of her comment. “I always have so much fun with both of you!” He said excitedly. I assured him that this would be the best birthday of his life to date.
xXx Francie xXx 844-332-2639 x 208
He walked into the empty house, unaware of the events that would unfold. Feeling hungry from a day of work, he searched the kitchen for a snack. Not a single crumb of food was found in the cabinets, the pantry, or the refrigerator, for that matter. The only thing he could consume was a small vial atop the kitchen counter labeled “Drink Me.”
He had seen movies where such vials were dangerous, but the audible sound of his stomach rumbling decided for him. The thirsty man popped the cork off the vial and tipped it to his lips. Allowing the clear liquid to slip down his throat caused a warming sensation in his belly as soon as it landed.
Amber 1-844-332-2639 ext 404
There’s just something about the way he eats my ass. He doesn’t actually EAT it. He just licks. Nibbles. Presses his mouth around my hole like he’s trying to hoover it. His tongue traces the entrance. His teeth graze the delicate skin. Not a bite. Never that. Not yet. But close. Close enough to make me shiver. Perhaps it’s warning. Or a promise. He calls it my peach. Says I taste just like one. Sugar and sun, with a secret tang underneath.
I hate that I like the word. Peach. He doesn’t say it in a sweet way. It sounds more like hunger. Like something clawing at the dark. The way his hands tighten on my hips when I arch toward him, wordless, desperate. The way his breath hitches as if he’s losing control, when in truth, I’m the one unraveling.