Enforced Masturbation & Cum Milking Marathon

I have a lovely weekend planned. For myself, anyway. I'll be sipping sangria and enjoying the slow swish of the fan drifting over my skin. There's something a little colonial about lazing around, relaxing and staying cool while he's slaving away for me, laboring until the sweat pops on his brow and he's panting like a dog.

This weekend is going to be a forced masturbation marathon for a certain nervous man of my acquaintance. I've given him a very demanding (some would even say oppressive) meat-beating and cum-milking schedule. There will be hours upon hours of stroking, rubbing, slapping and squeezing it. Sometimes he'll be diddling his dick even when it's soft, laid low from a fresh orgasm. Of course, a limp dick is never a good thing so there will have to be consequences for going too long without a woody. Those will be a surprise.

I'll set the tempo and adjust it on a whim, laughing and snapping my fingers when it's time to pick up the pace or soothing him like a baby when his whacking gets too fevered.
He has a special bowl all picked out. Call it a chalice of cum-milking champions. Every drop of his sticky juice will be milked right into that bad boy. Maybe at the end of the weekend, if he's done a very good job, it will be poured over his head, champagne-at-the-Superbowl style and he can celebrate, exhausted but proud of a job well-done.

Awww. Are you a wee bit jealous?

Okay, we can get started training you, too.

~ Layla (866) 992-3258 ~

Cuckold Orgasm Denial

I believe a man has to earn every orgasm he gets. Some of them earn it by fucking me so hard my thighs quiver or by stretching my pussy with a big, meaty cock. But my poor cuckold husband can't really use those methods. Four inches of bubblegum-soft loser dick doesn't earn him a damn thing.
It's been a couple months since I've let him blow a load. He snuck one in while I was out shopping with friends. Too bad he's such a piss poor liar because when I did my weekly masturbation inquisition, he didn't do a very good job covering up his guilt and shame for trying to do it on the sly. That earned him a week in the 'cage' which is what we call our cb-6000.

Now the only way he's going to get to blow the big wad his tiny testicles have been saving up is to bring me home a man. A big man. A man that's up to my standards. A man that can both make my thighs quiver and stretch my pussy.
At first he stubbornly refused. He said it was a whole new layer and level of degradation and it was bad enough having to see me and hear me with my lovers but being sent out to fetch one like a puppy dog? That was too much.

It's amazing what two months of orgasm denial can do to a man. The effects of cum restriction are exactly what I'd hoped. He's brought home one already but he wasn't quite up to the standards I've instituted. Oh, don't get my wrong, I fucked him while my poor trembling cuck hubby watched. And he did stretch me somewhat, leaving my cum-bathed pussy in need of my husband's soft tongue afterward.

He didn't make my thighs quiver, though, so it's back to the drawing board for the poor cuck. Or the club where he's going to try to fetch and carry me a real man.

~ Ashton (866) 992-3258 ~

Southern Boys & Anal Fucktoys

I've always had a thing for southern boys. I love the slow, honeyed way they drawl, "Yes, ma'am" and bob their heads in an almost submissive little click of acknowledgement. I think I could be quite content to amass an entire harem of fellas, plucked from Georgia and Louisiana and Alabama and the Carolinas. I'd be willing to take some Yankees, too. (Lord knows one of my favorite panty boys is from Boston and I'm not leaving him out!) You'll just have to audition and be willing to undergo some training in Miss Layla's Finishing School of Decorum and Sluttiness.

So my summer vacation in the south was just as wonderful as you'd imagine. Yes, there was sweltering, but I don't sweat so much as glisten. And there was no shortage of panting young men eager to lap the little droplets of moisture from my heated thighs. I made particularly close friends with the young man who checked me into my hotel. You really should hear all the lurid details personally. Anal orgasms are a wonder to behold. I'm afraid the poor darling will never be the same. And neither shall you...

That particular experience has put me in quite the mood for anal exploration chat. I love swapping stories, details and tips. I want to hear how your pretty pink rosebud clenched up and was slowly relaxed and eased open by the teasing of velvety fingertips. Or tell me about the hot, throbbing jab of a dildo / cock / butt plug shoved into you for the first time and the wash of crimson humiliation staining your cheeks.

Let me talk you through curling your fingers to get at your prostate, or listen to your whispered confessions of ass fucking fantasies, or help you shop for the right toys to make your already well-used fuckhole gape.

I'm in the mood for "asstastic" play. Join me?

~ Layla (866) 992-3258 ~

Girls Like Me

Some girls want what they can't have. I don't have that problem. Reckon it's cause I can get whatever I want. 

I want what I shouldn't have.

I don't just want you to buy me a ring. I want you to steal your wife's wedding ring when she's sleeping and have it re-sized for my finger.

I don't just want the usual assortment of licking and fucking school girl fantasies.  I want the really dirty, unspeakable things you're not supposed to talk about, much less do!

I'm not the girl your mama warned you about. 

Your poor sweet mama didn't even KNOW girls like me EXISTED. 

But you will!!

~ Holly (866) 992-3258 ~

Little Dick Gallery of Shame

I have a thing for cocks.  And, whatever they tell you to the contrary, girls are very visual creatures.   I love the sight of a really luscious dick as it stiffens and unfolds: the way the wrinkles smooth out and the head pops up.  I can actually close my eyes and flip through a little mental slideshow of all the best ones I've fucked, like a parade of champions.

But I can also see all the useless mini pricks, too.  The also-rans who came to me for attention, hoping desperately for some kind of rags-to-riches story where the poor, malnourished little vagrant hits it big.  Or, you know, the shrivelly little loser gets the hot girl.

But I don't do charity fucks.

I love sex and I'm damn good at it.  It would be an injustice to waste myself on someone who can't hold up his end of the bargain.  I have high standards so naturally there has been a long line of rejects.  Curious where you'd line up in the ranks?


Little Dick Tip #2:   Spend 10 minutes each day trying to stretch your dick.  Methods vary and you can call me for specific suggestions.  But it's important that you're diligent and dedicate yourself to it.  Measure yourself after each session to check for improvement.  Of course it won't work. But despair is good for the little dick soul. 


~ Audrey (866) 992-3258 ~