Kayla Cumsalot 1844-33-CANDY Ext 357
Pt1– Pt2– I tried to nod. I didn’t know why I was intentionally staying in his chair, provoking him to punish me, but now that I was here, under his knowing hands and choking on his thick cock I realized, yes. This was exactly what I wanted to happen. My hands moved above me to palm his thighs, but he slapped them away.
Molly 1-844-332-2639 ext 449
Well after dark, he rested on his hands and knees in front of me. His body flushed, warm, and completely surrendered to the moment. His breathing was heavy. The gentle arch of his back was a clear invitation that didn’t need words.
Running my fingers along the curve of his pert ass, I positioned myself behind him. Gliding my hands over the curve of his hips, I gripped him softly. His skin was hot beneath my palms, trembling at the slightest touch. When I leaned forward, pressing close enough for him to feel the head of my strap-on against his pucker. My chest pressed against his back and a shudder ran through his entire frame.
“Tell me what you want,” I murmured into the crook of his neck, my lips lightly brushing his damp skin.
A quiet sob caught in his throat, a sound raw with overwhelming sensation. “Please,” he gasped, his fingers gripping the sheets beneath him. “Don’t wait… I need you.”
I took my time, guiding him into the rhythm, driving every sensation deep. The contrast of my firm hold against his complete vulnerability sent a rush through the quiet room. Every slick, deliberate push brought another breathless… Continue reading “Taking Him From Behind”
Mama Felicity 1844-332-2639 Ext 270
Do y’all remember me talking about that sexy ass, black slut I’ve been owning? Oh, man. Do Keshia and I be getting terrible! At least that’s what she said just before she hung up last time we talked.
Sure, she was dressed in a lacy red teddy and had cum seeping through her fingers cus the load she blew was so massive, but what’s so terrible about that?
*LUCY* 844-332-2639 xxx- 221
Melanie 1-844-33-CANDY ext 463
I was having so much fun with my little friend, and I knew I was going to see him again in a week. I only gave him one rule. “Don’t touch yourself while you’re away from me, wait for our next hang out time.” Well, a week went by and it was time for him to come back over. The first thing I said when he walked in my house was, “Did you touch yourself while I was gone?” He looked at me with sad eyes, and all I could say was, “I know what that means; do you? You’re going to have to get punished for this! You broke the ONLY rule!”
I walked up to him and immediately pulled down his pants and undies. I put him in the corner like a bad little boy. He looked so ashamed and covered his little peepee. Walking up to him again, I told him to turn around and put his hands on the wall. Now his cute little bum was exposed. Ideas flooded into my head on what I was going to do.
Cory 1-844-332-2639 ext 407
I honestly don’t know what possessed me to crash my son Tyler’s graduation bash, but when the music started pumping and the red solo cups began making their rounds, I figured I’d play the “cool mom” for a few hours. I was lounging on the couch with a drink when Tyler’s friend Jax suggested a round of spin the bottle. Of course, at first, I thought it was a joke, but the peer pressure from a dozen tipsy twenty-somethings was surprisingly effective. It wasn’t long before I found myself sitting cross-legged on the floor, surrounded by boys who all looked like they could be my son’s clones. Jax handed me a plastic bottle and winked.
As it began to spin, I held my breath and hoped it wouldn’t land on Tyler, because that would have been a level of mortification from which my soul might never recover. Tyler, who was busy hiding his face in his hands, thankfully shared the same sentiment. I looked up, bracing myself to find the bottle pointing at someone’s uncomfortable-looking roommate, but it was pointing directly at Jax.
Goddess Rita 1844-332-2639 Ext 413
Good ol’ Sissy Slut Bob is at it again, y’all! Bob has been complaining that his cage feels “loose” lately. You know how it goes when you’re forced to wear it twenty-four-seven. Things start to comply and… shrink, if you will. Since Bob is the brokest bitch I know and lives off me and refuses to get a job that isn’t dick sucking, I told him if he wanted a new cage, he would have to fundraise for it.
Of course, he whined and stomped his little sissy foot, then asked me how he was supposed to do that. Seriously, the bimbo cannot function unless you guide him through every step! I suggested a sissy slut car wash, and the giddy squeal that erupted from Bob nearly broke my eardrum.
Stella 1-844-332-2639 ext 322
Jordan is a man who dictates terms and crushes mergers by day, but here, under my watch, he is nothing more than a sculpture of shivering muscle waiting for my chisel. He’s currently kneeling on my small velvet rug, with his tiny cock in a cage, and his wrists bound tightly behind him. I don’t touch him. Not yet. The tip of my riding crop traces the line of his jaw, before I slide it down and tuck it under his chin, forcing him to look up at me. His eyes are glassy with the kind of devotion that borders on insanity.
“You’re trembling,” I murmur, while staring at him as if he is my prey. “Please, Miss. Stella,” he gasps. “I can’t take much more of this.” I cackle and pull the crop away, letting him tilt forward as the tension breaks, only to catch his chin again before his head can drop. The exquisite agony on his face while being brought to the brink of release, only to have it snatched away at the last second, is what my domme dreams are made of.
Molly 1-844-332-2639 ext 449
The afternoon heat in the botanical conservatory was heavy and tropical, thick with the scent of damp earth and blooming orchids. Under the towering glass dome, the noise of the city outside felt a million miles away. I had found a secluded stone bench tucked away in the deepest corner of the fern grotto, hidden behind a dense curtain of weeping figs and giant palm leaves.
Very few visitors wandered this deep into the humid, mist-shrouded maze on a quiet Tuesday afternoon.
The sheer warmth of the greenhouse, combined with the rhythmic hum of the misting system, had put me in a hazy, heightened state. Sitting back against the cool stone, I pulled my skirt up slightly, letting the humid air brush against my bare thighs. Slowly, with my heart already beating a little faster, I slid my hand beneath the fabric.
I closed my eyes, letting the ambient sounds of dripping water drown out my thoughts. My fingers moved deliberately, tracing light, teasing circles. Every touch felt magnified in the quiet space. The thrill of the open air, the glass walls looming high above, and the distant echo of footsteps on the main gravel path only heightened the sensation… Continue reading “Caught At The Conservatory”
Gabrielle 1-844-332-2639 ext 469
I got a call one night that an old friend wanted to get together and catch up. We decided to meet the next day and get some coffee. His name was Gregory. I always knew him to be such a guy’s guy, so when he told me his idea, I was shocked! He wanted to be in a room surrounded by four or five beautiful women, fucked like crazy. I guess it was his version of a gang bang.
I told him we could get that arranged and he would have a fabulous time. It was a few days later and I had him come over to my secret sex room. He confessed to me that he’s been in threesomes before but never surrounded by five women at once. I think he was a bit intimidated. I told him to strip down and get ready and I was shocked when I saw him standing hunched over, covering his small wanker. He was usually so much more confident.