butt

Amber 1-844-332-2639 ext 404

Some guys just really like my butt. I know, I know. It’s a common thing, maybe even a cliché, BUTT…there are levels to it, aren’t there? And then there was him. HIM. Most guys, they like the curve, the shape, the way it looks in a tight pair of jeans or a silk dress. Standard appreciation. But this one? He was an ass man with a very particular vision.

He wanted me to dress up. Not for a party, not for a night out. Just for him, and for the specific fantasy he’d crafted in his mind. A patent black catsuit. Gleaming. And patent black stiletto boots, so high they practically dared me to fall. My nails, already long, were sharpened and painted a deep, dangerous crimson. When I looked in the mirror, I wasn’t just a woman in an outfit; I was a creature. A typical superhero villainess, absolutely, from the sharp lines of the suit to the predacious gleam in my own eyes. And I felt like one, too. Powerful. Unattainable. Menacing, even.

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Your Mouth Is a Cunt

Goddess Rita 1844-332-2639 Ext 413

My finger traces the outline of your lower lip. Drool cascades down your chin as the open-mouth gag keeps your hole stretched wide. There are tears of struggle leaking down your cheeks, and more blink free when I glide two of my fingers along the surface of your tongue and right down your throat. My fingers wiggle in the back of your throat, and I release an exaggerated sigh of disappointment.

“You’re still gagging way too easily.” I snatch my fingers free and wipe your spittle on your cheek. Mixing it with your tears. “Fuck his cunt again.” I bark at the throat-training bull standing beside me.

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Unleashing The Serpent

Kayla Cumsalot 1844-33-CANDY Ext 357

He warned me his cock was “different,” that it could be dangerous if handled improperly or awakened by the wrong woman.  He said it wasn’t safe, but my curiosity only piqued. I needed to see it, feel it… Unleash it.

I walk into the bedroom wearing a fishnet bodysuit and heels. He was laying on the bed already stroking his cock as I sauntered towards him. It looked normal to me. Big, thick, and juicy. The veins that raced up his base pulsed a soft hue of green, and I blinked a few times as I got closer. Was that a trick of the light or a hint of what was to come? “It looks like you are ready to play,” I mewled as I crawled up beside his strong thighs.

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Avery 1-844-332-2639 ext. 228

Happy kinky Canada Day everyone! I’m not going to lie; I always fuck on Canada Day. So, I want to be a dirty girl and tell you all about the extra hot fuck fest I had last year.

My friends and I had a party and there was so much dick it was pretty much out of control. Basically, it was girly drinks, dick, and fireworks – what more could a girl like me ask for?
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Stephanie 844-332-2639 Ext 454

I stumbled, my legs felt heavy and my heels pinched my feet from wearing them the entire night. He lifted me, slipping his arm underneath mine and propping me up some. His laughter made me feel better about being so tipsy and clumsy.
I got myself better adjusted, reached into my purse retrieving my keys. “Let me” he said taking the keys, he opened the door and turned on the light illuminating the living room. I immediately removed my heels and then my jacket. I watched as he removed his jacket and shoes.
He approached me smiling, still chuckling softly. “You might be the sexiest I’ve ever seen you right here, right now” I smiled, he wrapped his arms around me and leaned into me. I lifted my chin and breathed him in.
I felt his strength as he lifted me off of the ground by my waist. He kissed me deeply, the smell of cologne still lingered and I felt myself melt in his arms. I had a few too many but with my tolerance I was still able to function.  Continue reading “Escort Excerpts : Date Nite pt 1” →

Pretty Little Candy Girl

Trans Goddess Alexus 1844-332-2639 Ext 349

There’s a pretty little candy girl who’s been prancing her tight ass all over the playroom. She’s bubbly, and my lust for her is infectious. The little bitch makes my cock so hard. I’ve been watching her. She’s a flirt who acts coy and innocent, but she isn’t. I can just tell there is a filthiness under her skin, and I want to lick up every inch of it.

Whenever I come around, she’s polite but reserved as if she’s keeping all that sexiness away from me. I don’t understand why she’ll play with all the losers who hang out there, but she won’t give me the time of day. If she won’t give it to me, I’ll take it.

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Rachel 1*844*332*2639 Ext 457

It was lingerie night at work. When I first started, my lingerie was more modest than the other girls. I couldn’t believe how little they wore. Some literally wear the skimpiest bras and g-strings. But now I’m basically the same. On this particular night I wore a red bra, and a red g-string with a fitted, stretchy, red lace little dress over them. It barely covered my butt. But you could see everything right through it anyway. And I wore red fishnet thigh high stockings that had red bows on them. I kept catching everyone starring at my ass. It was so busy. I was just trying to keep up with my tables. Then all of a sudden, I noticed that one of my dad’s best friends was there. I wanted to run to the back and hide. But it was too late. He had already seen me. I was mortified. That was exactly what I was afraid of happening. He went to church with us all of my life. He’s married with kids that are now grown. I just knew he was going to be disappointed in me and go tell my dad. But why was he here?

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dishes

Anna 844-332-2639 EXT. 203

Miss Anna woke up to a house that was displeasing to her taste: It was dusty, there were dishes piling up in the sink, and she could see footprints on her hardwood floor which she absolutely despised. She summoned her Panty Slut, and he came running diligently. She ordered him to put on a pair of panties and get to work.

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gooner

Cory 1-844-332-2639 ext 407

I was on the laptop in lingerie, as usual. Today’s appointment had just logged on. He wasn’t anything special, not like some of the others who tried to project an air of mystery or charm. This one was just average. Beige. The kind of man you’d pass on the street and forget instantly. He called himself “Braveheart’ in the chat, which felt ironic given how timid his actual keystrokes felt. He wasn’t a high roller, but consistent. Enough to make the time worthwhile. He didn’t want much in terms of conversation, and the pictures he requested were merely a precursor, an hors d’oeuvre to the real meal.

What he truly craved, what he paid for, were the words. Not just any words, but those specific phrases, strung together just so, meticulously crafted and delivered with a precise cadence. The ones that unlocked something in him, a sort of mental key turning in a lock. “Get worse, loser.” I’d type them out because I didn’t need to see his face to know what was happening on his end. The slight delays in his replies,

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Julie 1-844-332-2639 Ext 453

“Dr. Julie, I’m having intrusive thoughts. I just can’t control them. It happens everywhere I go. No matter what I do. I’m so embarrassed that I don’t even know if I can tell you what my thoughts are. I can’t even believe that I’m here right now. This is so difficult for me. But I didn’t know what else to do”, he shamefully whispered. I could tell this was not easy for him at all. He was trembling. So I grabbed his hand and told him that he could relax. I told him that he had no reason to be nervous. There is zero judgement here. Then I went to make him a cup of hot herbal tea to help him relax and ease his nerves. While he was drinking it, I proceeded to ask him some simple questions just to help him loosen up and open up. I wanted to help him feel comfortable. Finally I could tell that it was working. He was no longer trembling. And his voice was a bit more confident. It was time to ask him. “So tell me, what are the thoughts that I can help you with?” I gently persuaded.

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