•CANDICE 1-844-332-2639, extension 233•
Once we were past the threshold my heart sank. The smell of sex filled the air, it was so hot and musty. I wonder how many people were actually in here doing it. After giving out bags to the woman at the front desk, she gave us tokens. Not sure what they were for, but I put them in my pocket without hesitation. I grabbed my friends hand and off we went to explore the room of the unknown. Let me tell you, this is nothing like I thought it was going to be.
VADA 844-33-CANDY ext 433
Fine Art Fingering – I worked a lot of gigs to pay for college, and being an art model was one of the best. All eyes on my long, lithe, naked body. All hands furiously drawing everything they can see. One afternoon, when most of the class was absent for a game, they got to see a little bit more…
I was perched on the desk, stark-naked and posing like I do every week. The professor usually calls out a time, and I switch poses, holding still until the next move. This week I was feeling frisky and when he called “time!” I
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Part one
The other day I was taking a long ride home, unfortunately on the subway. I’ve had my fair share of rides, and I would quite honestly much rather walk 30 blocks to my destination. The things you see on the subway can range from mild encounters to extreme ones… and let me tell you, this one was extreme. Now, you may be thinking that I’m going to tell you some horror story about seeing old man wrinkly balls on the train, but when I say extreme, I mean me. The ways my body moved on this man, the shakes, the swirls, it was… unnatural. Continue reading “Subway Succubus”
Vada 844-33-CANDY (844-332-2639) ext 433
Sometimes a girl just craves some stranger danger and fucking in a bathroom. This time I was wearing a black dress, cut very low in the back with just enough fabric to cover my ass – but just barely. It’s my go-to dress when I need to get fucked. My face is already enchantingly beautiful and when men can see all the way up my long, lean legs, right to where the perky curve of my ass starts, all the energy rushes to their dicks and I own them.
Office Orgasms due EOD! Why do I always get the hots for my BOSSES??? They’re always like, old enough to be my grandpa, lol. They aren’t even rich or anything fun like that…just boring old dudes in suits, sitting at those big, hard, wooden d…esks…maybe I just like the idea of being bossed around.
Kayla Cumsalot 1844-33-CANDY ext 357
Days turn to weeks, and weeks blur into months, and we get caught up in a routine. Wake up, go to work, come home. Force ourselves to work out, have dinner, then pour ourselves into bed. Rinse and repeat. But when I’m with him, time stands still. It waits for us. As if nothing could be more important than the space we share. It’s like we could fall back through time.
I walk into his bedroom to find him already in bed. His body is beautifully sculpted but tense. The monotonous routine has taken its toll, and he’s in need of release. The soft cotton night dress I’m wearing brushes against the tops of my knees as I near the side of his bed. His gaze has tracked me since I entered, but he hasn’t moved. Always so patient. He savors the details. My hands rest over his pecs as my left leg swoops over his hips in slow motion to straddle him.
Taylor 1-844-332-2639 ext 427
My tiny little man, I know you like to get abused and squashed by me. Do you know what I really like to do with my little men? Me being a giant it’s hard to find something my size to shove into my pussy. Yea sure there are plenty of things I could use but why when I could use you? Having your tiny little body stuffed into me gives me such a power trip of ecstasy. It’s pleasing on my end. I like to torture tiny weak pathetic men like you, take you, and make you my play toy. Throwing you around, stretching your limbs like putty, seeing how far I can stretch your little willy. Tehe. Feeling you squirm from getting crushed with my pussy. It’s so hot and wet it will suffocate you, my cum pouring out drowning you. Make sure you drink my cum until you get sick.
Wendy, the Bisexual Hedonist @ 844-33-CANDY, ext. 424
on Tuesday, Sept. 27 – 7 AM to 4 PM
…continued from part 5
Neither one of us could take it anymore. Our emotions were more real and more intense than either one of us could have imagined. With Angie’s fingers pumping in and out of my pussy, my heart throbbing, she brought forth more and more of my juices. I wanted – no, I needed – to do the same to her. With my tongue still wrapped around hers in her mouth, I quickly unbuttoned her shirt and lifted up her skirt. She tasted just like my special pill. Unlike me she did have a pair of panties on as I could feel the lace.
Though I hesitated since I did not want to let her fingers stop fucking me, I quickly moved so that I had her pinned against the pillow. Angie laid back as if she knew what I was getting ready to do. With her skirt over my head I quickly pulled down the black panties and let them drop to the floor. My tongue that was just in her mouth quickly found its new place. Hearing her softly moaning, I knew that my tongue was vibrating just right against her swollen clitoris.
Wendy, the Bisexual Hedonist @ 844-33-CANDY, ext. 424
on Friday, Sept. 23 – 2 PM to 10 PM EST
…continued from part 4
I was completely under Angie’s control. She had unbuttoned my shirt and had my breasts in her hands looking at them intently. This was not about domination or submission. We were two women wanting to explore each other intimately, getting to know each other in a way that we never had before. I had known this beautiful woman for close to 15 years now and had wanted her for almost every second of it. Feeling her hands move over my breasts until she finally took one of my nipples in her mouth was like an explosion being let off in my body. I was more than ready. Angie was making me her special pill.
Angie slowly moved her mouth over both of my breasts using her tongue and her fingers along the way. She slowly put her hand inside of my jeans noticing that, as usual, I did not have any panties on. My eyes were closed and my head was spinning. I could not think clearly. I needed her, I wanted her, but here she was taking me. And there was no way that I was going to tell her no.
Wendy, the Bisexual Hedonist @ 844-33-CANDY, ext. 424
on Saturday, Sept. 17 – 8 AM to 1 PM EST
…continued from part 3
Surprisingly, she took my hand in hers. I had always thought that if this might happen – and honestly I never believed that it would – that I would be the one to take control, to lead Angie into a world that she had never experienced before. But that is not what was happening. Angie was becoming my special pill. I knew as soon as she kissed me. It was ever the slightest of kisses, a little timid to be honest, but she kissed me. I was dumbfounded but more than willing to let her lead the show.
We went back into the house with her holding my hand. I had already assumed where she was going to lead me. I could not but help to think in the back of my head that she had done this before. She was not a virgin to bisexuality. Either she had had experience with other women or she had been practicing at home by herself very well. Out of curiosity, I was going to let her guide me.