MORGAN 1-844-332-2639, extension 236
Are you addicted yet? Of course you love stroking that dick incessantly. Did you do anything this summer other than stay inside and stroke? It’s all you can even think of. Another pathetic loser is addicted to jerking his gherkin. Obsessed is really putting it lightly. While the rest of us were out living our best lives you were sitting there jerking your little gherkin.
TS Alexus 844-332-2639 EXT 349
They say there’s something women like about a pickup man. I couldn’t know for sure what the appeal is, but it turns me on when he helps me into his lifted pickup truck. He rolls down the windows and turns up the radio as we travel down old backroads. They twist and turn, following the path around landmarks instead of cutting right through nature’s beauty like the highways do.
With the wind blowing my hair all around the cab, I shift onto my knees and lean over the console. His cheek blush, and he adjusts his ballcap, tugging it down to hide his emotions. His nervous chuckles give him away, though. My hand rubs over his crotch. We’d talked before about how he’d never experienced road head. After today, he won’t be able to say that anymore.
WILLOW 1-844-332-2639, ext 230
First mistake was thinking with his dick. When I was much younger and actually fairly innocent, I became “involved” with a married man. Let’s just call him “Craig” for the sake of anonymity. He was your run of the mill typical middle aged, upper middle class married man with the plain jane wife and 2.5 kids and a golden doodle. In a nutshell, he was bored out of his fucking mind. Then I came along and he became reckless with his dick. He was mainly thinking with it exclusively.
I have to admit it was fun watching him self destruct and basically fuck his own world up. Call me a homewrecker, but when you think with your dick, who’s really fucking things up? He totally let the little head take over and the dick wanted me. He could no longer focus on work. He could think of nothing and no one other than me.
Kayla Cumsalot 1844-33-CANDY ext 357
Eep! Halloween is coming up, and it’s the perfect excuse to tease my Daddy. I bounced down the stairs and plopped in his lap. “Daddy, you know my school’s Halloween party is coming up, and I wanna have the best costume! One like no one else will have! So do you think you could come upstairs and help me pick out something to wear?” Daddy looked at me a little sideways and reminded me that the party wasn’t for a while yet. I tugged on his arm and pulled him towards the stairs. “I wanna be ready, ready!”
With a heavy sigh, Daddy followed me up the stairs. I had him sit on my bed and slipped into the closet. My old cheer uniform was in there from several years ago. I squeezed into it, and the crop top was so small the underside of my perky teen breast were squished under the hem, and the skirt was so short the front of my panties was visible.
Continue reading “Daddy Helps Pick Out My Halloween Costume”
ALYSSA 1-844-332-2639, extension 202
No cum for you. That’s right, you will get no orgasms. It’s hilarious that you actually think you deserve an orgasm. I will make it my mission in life to ruin every orgasm. Why? Because I enjoy it and I mean every last one of them. It is so much fun watching you get to the edge and then absolutely ending any chance of pleasure or release. Expect to goon for hours and never reach your happy ending. There will be no end in sight for you.
MORGAN 1-844-332-2639, extension 236
Gooning gone wrong – What a fucking limp dick loser you are. For fuck’s sake, you really call me to try and get off but you can’t even perform? How fucking pathetic to not even be capable of getting a phone boner. No wonder your wife laughs at you. Every woman laughs at you. When you get really desperate and beg me to get you there? Not only are you a failure in real life but in your fantasy life too. The fact is you abused your pecker too much and now the dumb thing won’t even work correctly.
I love having control of a cock. I remember my first time taking control of a cock was my brother’s best friend Ryan knocking on my bedroom door—me telling them to come in, and as they entered my room, I wondered why they were there. Ryan just stood there looking at me nervously when I looked at him and said why are you here? How can I help you?
Ryan looked at me and said I was hoping you would help me with something I want to do. See, I want to be your sex toy. I want you to use me and take total control of my cock. Can you please do that? Katrina, can you take control of me? After taking a few moments to think about what to say. I look at him and say, yes, I can, but that means you are mine and do what I say at all times. Ryan nods at me and says that is what he wants. He wants to be mine and have me control him.
Wendy, the Intellectual Turnabout @ 844-332-2339, ext. 424
…continued from part 3
Lying back once again next to the pool, stroking my own face softly to entice him, I saw no hesitation in his eyes. It was like he was under my spell, completely at my whim. He eased his cock back into my warm, waiting pussy, gently tugging at my ear with his teeth. I could tell what he was going for: he wanted to make me cum again while I waited for him longer to release. Although it was a bit frustrating, this was a turn on that I had never experienced before. And I knew exactly where I wanted him to give me all of that cum when he finally did give it to me. He would definitely be surprised when I told him where to put it.
Wendy @ 844-33-CANDY, ext. 424
…continued from part 1
I had been with this man, and he was very much a man compared to my still girl-hood, for a little over a year. And no, this was definitely not the first time that we had had sex. Far from, lol. And yes, I had had sex before him and, obviously, I have had had sex since him. But he was the one who took my virginity: he is the one who I first squirted for. He was also the one that I gained the intimate knowledge of my words from. He taught me that he would never cum without first having my permission.
Wendy @ 844-33-CANDY, ext. 424
I still remember the first time that I realized how much power that my pussy had. And shortly after that, I realized that it was not only my pussy that has this level of power, but that all pussies rule the world. It’s true whether a guy wants to acknowledge it or not. There are reasons what the man goes around chasing women rather than vice versa.
Now you might think that this is going to be about my first time having sex. But no, this is going to be about the first time that I controlled a man’s release, something that he willingly gave over, that he relinquished that control to me. I didn’t even know that that was possible; I had never imagined that a man would (or even could) hold back until I gave the word.