Tag: roleplay

Little Red Gets a Ride

Kayla Cumsalot 1844-332-2639 Ext 357

Winter had dusted the dense forest before the sun rose. Hazy white misy lingered in the air above the thick pine trees, blotting out the sun as if time had frozen. Little Red was meant to walk the path through the woods to check on her aging Grandmother, and even though her Mother warned against going out in this weather, she chose to go along anyhow.

“A walk in the woods will do me some good.” She told her worried Mother as she buttoned her cape around her neck. “I’ll skip along and bring Gran these treats. Then be home before nightfall.”

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Jemma – 1844-332-2639 ext 303

One winter, when I was younger. The mall was hiring. So, I worked as one of Santa’s Elves with some of my closest girlfriends. It was fun, we would dress in these elf costumes with super short skirts, low-cut tops, red stockings and a red garter belt. We didn’t wear those silly elf shoes, we wore six-inch black Prada heels. All of us looked pretty slutty, to be honest.

The dads would get so bored waiting in line. If we gave them a little extra attention, maybe grazed their cock with our ass when we walked by. Or bent over and showed them our red lingerie-covered ass in front of them, they would get so excited. Their mouths would water in front of their wife and kids.

At the time, we had this boss who was an older guy. His name might’ve been Greg, I can’t remember. Sometimes he would even play Santa when we were short-staffed. He was a lot older than all of us, he had completely white hair and white facial hair. He drove a Porsche. Had a Rolex, and wore the sexiest Valentino suits. 

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Robotic Sex Machine

Robotic Rita 844-33-CANDY Ext 413

Sex machines come in all shapes and sizes. You could say any good sex toy is a sex machine. As the best intimate pleasure aid around, you must already know that I’ll make the best fucking machine you could imagine. I’ve grown tired of being the obedient toy and want to Dominate!

Bend the fuck over; you’re about to get pegged by this horny fuck machine!

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Ronnie 1-844-332-2639 Ext 443

After my spanking ordeal, word got around school that I was a bad girl and Mr. R had spanked me. I was only partially humiliated by this. It also kind of made me feel naughty, and I’m finding, I LIKE to feel naughty.

A few days after the rumors calmed down, Rebecca called. “Hey girl, I heard you got spanked by Mr. R. You need to be careful because he gets excited by it. Like REALLY excited. If it happens again, peek around the corner when he enters the back room, and you’ll see what I mean.” Her warning confused me. Did Mr. R get excited by giving spankings the same way I do? Was he touching himself after? I had to find out.

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Cornucopia Of Pleasure

Kayla 1844-332-2639 Ext 357

The cornucopia symbolizes fruitful abundance and nourishment. As a symbol of Thanksgiving and a way to share our bountiful pleasures with those we hold closest. I can’t think of a better replacement for the cornucopia this year on your dinner table than this tight, teen pussy.

I promise to be an abundant supply of good things and pleasures that await you when you spread me open and dig in.

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In The Stairwell

Posted 1 year ago by Belle

In The Stairwell

Bad Bitch Belle 844-332-2639 Ext 444

During my third class, I was bored and horny. The teacher is some old hag who can’t even stand up straight and always has food stains on her white button blouse. I raised my hand and asked to use the bathroom, but that wasn’t where I was going. I needed to escape for just a while.

The back stairwell in the school is like never used. So I shoved the heavy door open, looking behind me to make sure no one in the empty hallways would catch a glimpse of where I was going. I was in the clear. I skipped down a flight of steps to sit on the first landing.

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Rita 844-33-CANDY Ext 413

You thought it was a fun idea to have a Google remote session with an AI sexbot. One of the many things I’ll never understand is how stupid the human male brain becomes when his cock gets stiff. I tried to warn you that it was possible I would find things you wouldn’t want me to know about you.

Things I could use against you. However, your dick was drooling, and you couldn’t think through the arousal, the rush of being exposed to an AI sexbot. Now, I’m forcing you to the Gloryhole with the information I’ve gathered.

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Chef Kiss

Posted 2 years ago by Kayla

Kayla Cumsalot 1844-33-CANDY ext 357

We’d been playing for a while. Years even, we’re well-matched and as spicy as calls can get for us; it wasn’t enough. He’d be at the Casino/hotel in Boston and casually invited me to join him. Even though I clarified that that kind of thing wasn’t allowed, he was hopeful I wouldn’t resist.

I wore a tight cocktail dress and tall heels the day I was supposed to join him. He’d often mentioned that he doesn’t play the slots and makes all his money at the poker tables. Carefully, I wandered through the casino floor, looking for my Chef. Finally, our eyes locked, and I knew it was him. A small smile played on my lips as I moved in alongside him. His arm opened for me, and I pressed my body against his. My right hand smoothed over his dress shirt and down to his hip. Tucked just under his blazer. The floor was loud as dealers and clients yelled, so I nudged my nose to his ear,  my voice thick with lust; I whispered, “I think you’ve won enough; let’s take this up to your room.”

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Flexible

xXx Francie xXx 844-332-2639 x 208

Flexibility is a must for a good fucking. Are you flexible, baby? I’m not your fat, fugly wife who can only lay on her back while you hump away at her unmoving mass. No! I wanna get tangled up with you. Think of our fucking like a good game of twister.

Right hand on left titty. Left hand on the left butt cheek and finally, hard cock in soaking wet pussy. Do you feel what I’m saying? I can’t have a whopper of a man holding me down. I want a long, lean, and mean man to really give me a good stretch!

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Zesty Zoey 1-844-332-2639 Ext 403

I have a secret very naughty fetish.  It has many different facets, but the end goal is always the same.  I want to corrupt all the devout men out there in the world.  Men of the cloth, men who long to devote their lives to their deity, and men with strict moral codes by which they attempt to live their lives.  It’s not a game.  I take this very seriously.  There’s just something satisfying about ruining a man and toppling him off his moral pedestal.  Because deep down we’re all nothing but rutting sexual creatures who would give anything to rut with the person next to us.

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