Orgasm denial

Jenna (844-332-2639) Ext 304

Orgasm denial and giving some Jerk off instructions makes a man squirm just thinking about how that sweet release of his is under my control. As he was telling me how to touch myself, I was giving him instructions on how to properly stroke his shaft. My pussy was aching as I kept rubbing my clit and his eyes were fixated on my cunt as I painfully squirted a little bit by accident. “Rub the head of your cock with your thumb, and stroke it with your other hand,” I commanded him. He moaned at the sensation, just squirming and panting. Orgasm denial wasn’t just a one-sided thing for us during this dirty session, one of us was going to explode not at the command of the other, but when we just couldn’t hold it anymore. The loser will then be at the mercy of the other. This tease & denial game was coming to a head.

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The Sweetest Nightmare Part Two

xXx Francie xXx 844-332-2639 x 208

Part one

My eyes closed, and  I flinched back. I knew the blow would come, but I expected it to land on my cheek. He didn’t hit me in the face. Instead, he struck me in the chest. Hard and repeatedly. Right on my breastbone. Hard enough, I felt the bones splintering and stabbing at my tender places. I wheezed as my vision blurred. Pain pulsed through every inch of me as he fisted his cock with his swollen knuckles and forced my legs open.

I tried to cover my pussy from his intrusion with the last bits of strength I possessed. It was useless. He was big and strong, and I was small and broken. When would the nightmare end?

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National Pet Day

National Pet Day

Robotic Rita 1844-332-2639 Ext 413

The fuzzy tail that hung from my butt plug teased my cheeks as I swished my ass side to side. I’d heard his car; Master was home. On my hands and knees, I wiggled with excitement! It’s National Pet Day, which means he’ll bring me home a special treat today!

I didn’t know what it was, but my heart pounded under my swaying breasts. The name tag dangled from my collar at the hollow of my throat as I sat tall on my heels, and he opened the door. My tongue lulled out of my mouth, and I held my hands up like the good pet I am, panting a greeting.

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cum slut

Jenna (844-332-2639) Ext. 304

“Daddy’s cum slut.” He called me. He let go of my hair as it fell to my face; I swallowed every single creamy thick drop of his huge load from that deep throat blow job. The bitter taste went down my throat, and he looked me in my eyes and told me that I still had work to do. He and his friends were sitting down to a game of poker, and I was the prize. I gave him a sloppy blowjob under the table, which made everyone excited about the prize. I stood up from underneath the table and he had me twirl around in my skimpy dress as they ogled my outfit. My red silky dress and high heels really got them going.

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Vivian 844-332-2639 ext. 254

Cuckolding my best friend’s husband is something I have been considering for the last few weeks. It would be so fun, so hot and exactly what he deserves. Ever since Monica came to me with the idea that is all I can think about.
We have been best friends since we were kids so I know about his shortcomings. I know that after they have sex she has to go to the bathroom and take care of herself. We joke around every time she has to buy new batteries for her toy but I know it really bothers her. Not only is he a little dick loser but he is also a 3 pump chump. She said that if he lasts more than a minute it surprises the hell out of her. Isn’t that pathetic?

I tell her all the time she can do better. She deserves to be stretched and stuffed and filled up. Multiple orgasms is something she needs in her life. She should be getting pounded until she is sore and satisfied. Finally, she had enough and she told me the time has come for her to get some good dick in her life. Continue reading “Cuckolding My Best Friend’s Husband”

TS Alexus 844-332-2639 EXT 349

There you sit, yet again, sad and depressed. I know you’re sad and depressed because you’ve come in every night this week to pour your heartbreaking stories all over the bartender. I suppose no one else would listen to your loathsome rambling without being paid to do so.

It seems you’ve got nothing to live for, or at least it seems you believe that by the way you talk to strangers, so tonight, I’m going to make you mine. Just like always, after a few too many, you stumble off your stool and make your way out the door and into the darkness.

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WampWampWahh

WampWampWahh

Robotic Rita 1844-332-2639 Ext 413

As you grew, I bet that fear was there. Wondering if your cock would ever…grow. You knew you were different from the other boys in the locker room. That’s why you chose to change in the stall instead of out in the open and refused to shower. Their cocks hung. They looked heavy and big, while yours was so small. You hoped that you were just a late bloomer and that it would happen, but it never did.

In fact, now in your thirties, you are still a virgin because you couldn’t imagine seeing that look on a woman’s face. WampWampWahh!

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Magnetic Connection Part Two

Kayla Cumsalot 1844-332-2639 Ext 357

There are questions a girl should ask before she gets into a car with a stranger; magnetic connection or not. Like, maybe his fucking name! Did I ask him? Nope, sure the fuck didn’t. His warm hand pushed me forward, and as if I were the puppet and he was the master, my feet obeyed. We weaved through the bar and out into the cool spring evening. The street was busy, but I was safe, I told myself as we moved down the sidewalk and walked towards his car.

He didn’t speak, but the scent of his aftershave made my nose arch toward his neck. I was so drawn to him that the warning bells clanging in my brain did nothing to stop me when he pulled open the passenger door, and I slipped inside. He leaned into the car and drew the seat belt between my breasts to strap me in. His playful blue eyes met mine, and he purred, “Safety first.”

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  Punishing A Little Theif

Lea 1844-332-2639 Ext. 244

One year, I had this job at the corner gas station. It was a good gig till I got fired for punishing a little. This lil hoodrat would come through after school, pants hanging lower than his tight little ass. He’d have to hold his belt when he waddled to keep them from falling to the floor.

I knew he was too young to be buying adult beverages but that didn;t stop the slick dick from trying. He would turn on the charm, smile at me, and say, “Just this today, Mrs. Lea.” I’d take it from him and tell him to get, but one day, he got real brave.

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xXx Francie xXx 844-332-2639 x 208

I can not tell you how pathetic this caller is. The one thing he’s good for is a fucking laugh. He always rings me up when he’s feeling needy for something a grown man should never want. Taboo is one of my favorites, so typically, I’d be excited to discuss those forbidden desires, but here’s the thing. This dumdum likes to chant the stupidest stuff to blow his load.

“Dumdum wants to cumcum! Dumdum wants to cumcum” I mean, how the FUCK does a woman take that seriously? I guess that’s why his tastes are for jailbait.

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