Kayla Cumsalot 1844-33-CANDY ext 357

It’s been too long, and now your wallet is bulging. You are in need of a spender bender, and I’m just the girl to lighten the load. I’ll slip up onto your lap and rub your chest as you sip your brain away—a little elixir to loosen your guilt. My tiny fingers tip the bottom of the bottle to ensure I get the most out of your binge.

You’ve stayed away so long, but I’ve never left your mind. Every dollar, every dime, you’ve saved just for me. You were waiting for the right night to lose it all.

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I'm Watching You Loser

Francie 1844-332-2639 xXx 208

You sulk around as if you are invisible, but you aren’t. I’m fucking watching you, loser. Men like you think no one notices you as you gawk at pretty girls or, worse, take pictures of them. Creeper pictures that you’ll jerk off to later when you’re alone. Thinking about how close you got to her. If you could smell her, how you would never be with someone like her. You disgust me, and you definitely aren’t as unnoticed as you think. Continue reading “I’m Watching You Loser”

Phonesex With Felicity 1844-332-2639 x 270

Today, you sent me to the spa to be pampered. They massaged and oiled every inch of me. The manicurist did my nails just how I liked them and then went to work on my feet. As she worked over one sole, I thought about how turned on you would be watching her take care of my delicate little toes.

She had me dip them into warm bubble water. The jets sprayed over the balls of my feet and along the arches. Easing out my stress before she even went to work on my feet. When she did lift my ankle from the pool, drops of water trailed down my feet to splash back into the water below.

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For The Love Of Daisy Dukes

Ronnie 1844-33-CANDY Ext 443

Chad was visiting the farm on a lovely spring morning when I was wearing my favorite Daisy Dukes. Like most boys, Chad couldn’t keep his eyes off the scrap of denim tugged up between my legs that I was calling shorts. However, I could tell the reason he was staring wasn’t the same as most of the other boys.

When I wore my daisy dukes, all the farmhands wanted to get in, but I could tell Chad wanted to be in them without me. I devised a little plan to give him just what he wanted.

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Intelligent Conversation

Robotic Rita 1844-332-2639 Ext 413

*Taps on the computer screen* Hello? Is there any intelligent life in this thing? All day long, every single day, I speak to men. Smart men! Businessmen! Men who are overworked and stressed beyond belief. If you think I’m only here to listen to you pant while you stroke your cock, you’re wrong.

I live for a good, long, intelligent conversation. For a connection with another person, and that’s what talking allows. The need for that connection leaks out in every one of my calls, and I’m here to tell you that it’s okay to want more from your phonesex operator than moaning and groaning.

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Watching Him Fuck Her

Valerie 1844-332-2639 Ext 243

The couple I was babysitting for burst into the house. I was lying on the couch while the kids slept upstairs. They were making out so hard they didn’t even stop to see I was still there. They started peeling off their clothes, and I watched in shock. “Hello?” I said softly, almost unsure If I wanted them to stop or if I wanted to follow them upstairs and watch him fuck her.

They didn’t hear me over their own moaning. My pussy throbbed. I’d never watched a live porn before. I was so turned on I pushed off the couch and slowly followed behind them.

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Sexting

Phonesex with Felicity 1844-332-2639 x 270

Sexting my Husband while he is at work is so much fun, but it’s even more fun to sext someone else’s Husband while he’s at work. My best friend’s Husband is a super hot guy, but he’s really loyal to his pretty little wife, or at least he thinks he is.

I’ve been working on him, and I think he’s almost ready to give in to me. He also travels for business, and I have his cell number because, well, I stole it out of his wife’s phone one night while we were hanging out, and she wasn’t looking.

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Aunty Has a Dick

TS Alexus 844-332-2639 EXT 349 

After the madness of the holidays, life seems to settle back into place. Which means my Mother wants to shake things up. I couldn’t say no when invited to the family gathering this weekend. They rented a big enough house where everyone would have their own room at the end of the day.

After listening to all the offensive and rude back and forth my loving family would have in my presence, I’d need my own space. After listening to them argue over which bathroom I should be allowed to use and if women like me should be allowed to participate in sports or not, I needed a way to release some tension before I said things I’d regret. Aunty A having a dick still isn’t cool with everyone who claims to love me.

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Bowling Proshop

Kayla Cumsalot 1844-332-2639 Ext 357

Everyone knows I’m a competitive girl! I love to push myself even while doing things I’m not particularly good at. Like bowling! I love bowling, and when Daddy found out how much I loved hitting up the lanes, he decided to take me.

I warned him that I’d recently broken my personal ball. Yeah, leave it to Kayla to break a fucking bowling ball, right? I dropped it in the parking lot, right on the finger holes, and it shattered a bit around the second and middle finger holes. Now I can’t hold the pink and black swirly eight-pound ball without cutting my fingers. He just kissed me on the head and told me he’d let me hit up the proshop before we played.

Honestly, I just love any excuse to spend Daddy’s money!

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Chained-up Love Slave

Belle 1844-332-2639 X 444

David loves me. He loves me even though I don’t love him. Every year, he asks me to be his Valentine, and every year, I say no. I let him stay at home and wonder what kind of dirty, disgraceful things I’m doing with the men he desperately wishes he could be.

This year, I thought I’d shake things up! When he showed up on my doorstep with roses and chocolates, asking me to be his Valentine, I asked if he’d do anything to make me say yes. The dude practically fell to his knees, agreeing that so long as I’d be his, he’d do anything and everything I asked of him. I pulled him through the doorway by his tie and growled in his ear, “Happy Valentine, my chained-up love slave.” Continue reading “Chained-up Love Slave”