Tag: roleplay

1844-33-CANDY EXT 423

It’s Easter Sunday and we’re alone, just the way I like it. I’m a petite, bratty woman, and you’re my submissive male plaything. I’ve always loved having power over you, and today is no exception.

“Hey, slut,” I greet you, a smirk playing on my lips. “I’ve got a little surprise for you.” You look at me, confusion etched on your face. “What is it, Mercedes?”

I hold up a pair of bunny ears, panties and a tail buttplug, dangling them in front of your face. “I thought you could wear these for me. You know, to get into the Easter spirit.” You blush, looking down at the floor. “But, Mercedes, I don’t think I can wear those in front of my family.”

I step closer to you, my body pressing against yours. “Oh, come on, don’t be such a party pooper. It’ll be fun, I promise.” Continue reading “Easter Humiliation” →

Julie 1844-332-2639 Ext 453

Where on earth is the radicchio? I wondered. Searching the produce section. Am I missing it? They usually always have it. And it’s my absolute favorite. But I’m not finding it. Right as I look up, I see the produce manager. He’s always very helpful. To be honest, he’s also very flirty. And I guess very intuitive and attentive as well. Because he came right over and asked what he could help me find. I asked about the radicchio. He looked so disappointed to have to tell me that a shipment had been delayed. He apologized profusely. And took my phone number. He told me that he was going to make a few phone calls. And he would let me know when it would be in. I assured him that it was not a big deal. And told him how much I appreciated it.

Later that day, he called to let me know that it came in. He told me that as a courtesy, he was going to have it delivered. Then he apologized again for the inconvenience. Wow, I thought. What a sweetheart he is.

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Mercedes 1844-33-CANDY Ext. 423

The night sky was a blanket of stars as we stepped out onto the patio, walking towards the hot tub. Darren, my best friend, looked at me with a mischievous grin. We’d been best friends since we were kids, but over the years, things had started to change. The once innocent friendship had slowly evolved into something more. We both knew it, but neither of us had the courage to admit it. Until tonight.

The booze coursed through my veins, giving me a boldness I wouldn’t normally have. I watched as Darren stripped down to his boxers, his muscular frame glistening in the moonlight. I felt a familiar heat building inside me. “Fuck it,” I muttered under my breath, before reaching behind and unzipping my dress.

Darren’s eyes widened as the fabric pooled around my feet, leaving me in nothing but my lace underwear. “Mercedes,” he breathed, his voice husky. I could see the desire in his eyes, and it only fueled my own.

I stepped towards him, my heart pounding in my chest. “What?” I asked, feigning innocence. “You’ve seen me in a bikini before.” He chuckled, stepping closer until we were just inches apart. “Not like this,”  Continue reading “Hot Tub Sex with My Best Friend” →

Hot Tour Guide

Posted 3 weeks ago by Roxy

Roxy (844) 332-2639 Ext 414

I couldn’t believe how hot our tour guide was. The girls and I had planned a much needed vacay. We work long, late hours. Always pleasing others is so draining. We need time to rest, relax and replenish. So we like to take girl’s trips every few months. This was our “spring fling”. Our tour guide scheduled manis, pedis, body wraps, waxes, sauna/cold plunge, massages, facials, yoga, and more. We pamper ourselves so we can be at our best for our clients.

We were greeted by a beautiful boy. Sun bleached highlights, golden tan, chiseled physique, ocean blue eyes, and a gorgeous smile. I work around all kinds of men. I’m not bashful. But his perfection made me blush. He actually made me nervous. It was not like me at all to feel this way around a man. But he really got to me for some reason. The feeling must have been mutual because he was watching me when we were lying out at the pool. I found myself wondering about him. He seemed to only work mornings. I was so curious about what else he did. Did he have another job or business? Or maybe he was a student.

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Julie 1844-332-2639 Ext 453

“I’ve always felt like such a perv Dr. Julie. My fetishes make me feel so much shame. I’ve tried to suppress them all of my life. I try so hard to fight them and deny them. But nothing works. The fantasies just keep playing through my mind. Like a broken record. It’s the only way I can get turned on. I always thought it was like a curse. And I figured that I was doomed as far as a relationship is concerned. My worst fear was someone finding out. About my dirty little secret. My taboo fetish. It’s such a lonely life Dr. Julie. Always hiding in a closet.”

“But then I found you and the other Candy Girls. You have changed my life. Now I realize that I’m not alone. My fetish isn’t uncommon. And I have nothing to feel ashamed about. Realizing this has given me more confidence now than I ever have. I never thought I would be able to talk to sexy women openly and honestly. About anything and everything. And not be judged. I actually feel heard and understood for the first time in my life.”

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Taking What He Wants

Kayla Cumsalot 1844-33-CANDY Ext 357

I’d only been an intern at his office for two weeks, but it didn’t take long to realize it wasn’t safe. They say if you want to be successful, you must surround yourself with successful people. Well, Mr. Z is the most successful person I know. I ached to be close to him, to learn from him, but my skin prickles with awareness when he’s around, like the sixth sense of prey around a predator. My body knows he’s powerful and dangerous.

I can feel his gaze on me anytime he enters a room. With one glance, he strips me bare, as if I’m not even wearing the conservative, knee-length dresses and pantyhose. His attention makes me feel like a wanton slut even when fully dressed, so I’ve tried to avoid him. Good girls wouldn’t feel those things, especially not at the office, and I’m a good girl. I’m only here to learn from him and to become successful.

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BBC Can't Resist A PAWG

Trans Goddess Alexus 1844-332-2639 Ext 349

The music in the club was loud, and sweat trickled down my spine as I danced with my girls on the overcrowded dance floor. It was hot, and the bodies bumping and grinding against mine were sexy as sin. I threw my hands in the air as my hips swirled around,d but they froze for a second when something firm pressed against my backside. The crowd surged with the music, and the body behind me ground into my Phat Ass like a wave, jolting me back into movement.

I sat back and rolled my body into his. A big black hand landed on my hip, pulling my juicy ass even tighter against him, and then I felt his lips at my neck. The stranger behind me nibbled his way to my ear as we danced and growled. “This ass of yours has me so fucking hard, baby girl.”

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Fisher

Amber 1-844-332-2639 ext 404

I watch as Mr. Fisher relaxes in his hot tub, the bubbles obscuring my view of his toned body. I’ve been fantasizing about this moment for what feels like forever, and now that it’s finally here, I’m not sure where to start. “Hey, Mr. Fisher,” I call out, my voice dripping with confidence. I sashay over to the hot tub, my new tits bouncing with each step. I’ve always been proud of my body, but now I feel downright invincible.

Mr. Fisher looks up, his eyes widening as he takes in my transformation. “Amber, wow,” he says, his voice husky. “You look… different.” I grin, knowing exactly what he means. “I’ve been away at college,” I say, twirling a lock of hair around my finger. “I’ve learned a thing or two.” “Oh really?” he says, raising an eyebrow. “Like what?” I lean in closer, my tits practically spilling out of my bikini top. “Like how to please a man,” I whisper in his ear.

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Julie 844-322-2639 Ext 453

I noticed that my panty drawer was messed up Dr. Julie. At first I thought that I was imagining things. But it continued. So I decided to set up a secret camera. Sure enough I saw my husband come out of the bathroom naked. He went straight over to my dresser. But he didn’t go to the panty drawer. He went to my sock drawer. At the back I have cable knit knee socks that I haven’t worn since high school. He pulled out the pastel pink pair. I watched him get so freaking hard as he pulled them on. Then he went tip toe prancing back over to my dresser. Then he went rummaging through my panty drawer. He was just trying to find the panties that matched the socks best. No wonder it was so messed up. He was rummaging around like crazy. He finally found some. And put them on. He didn’t stop there though. I didn’t think it could get worse. But it did. He went over to my freaking nightstand. And he got my dildo out! Then he sat down on our chaise lounge. He pulled his panties to the side.

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Roxy 1(844) 332-2639 Ext 414

Once a year the club has a masquerade party. It’s open to nonmembers. But not just anyone can afford to attend. Tickets to this event are quite pricey. It’s so much fun though. I love the mystery of it all. No one is allowed to remove their masks. There was one gentleman that stood out. He sat in a dimly lit corner. Sipping on a smoked old fashioned. His quiet confidence was so sexy. He had major big dick energy. I could tell he was watching me. All night. He was so mysterious. I grew quite intrigued. And curious. As I danced, he watched intently. I began to get so freaking turned on. I felt the intensity from across the room. It was hot. He was doing things to me with his eyes. I felt it. He was having some intense fantasies. I’d never been so turned on like that while dancing. I actually felt like I was going to have an orgasm. That only happened during private dances. Never on stage. I started wondering if everyone could tell. I felt relieved to have the mask to hide behind. But maybe it also emboldened me. I was definitely feeling frisky.

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