Pamper Novels & Stories

“Have a seat for a second, would you?” “Hi,” I answered weakly, inhaling her signature perfume with a leftover pang of longing while also wondering what I could possibly say to this woman who didn’t like me. Pam leaned over the table, looking at me intently like she was trying to figure me out. Or maybe trying to telepathically tell me something I wasn’t grasping. “I wasn’t given much time, but I have to get this out right now. I sent over that contract to lease your grapes because I thought you needed

He was breathless and his hard cock betrayed the words from his mouth. “Not just yet Love. But soon. I promise. It’ll be well worth the wait. But you’re going to be late.” Amber sighed, “Leo, my pussy is on fire! Its been far too long. I need you inside me.” “I promise you Amber, I’m going to fuck you and make love to you, many, many times tonight. But I want things to be perfect. I want you to be pampered the way you deserve Love. So I booked you a full body massage at the spa downstairs. And a pedicure and all the works.”

Her voice was small, no matter how many times she was insulted or maltreated it didn't make the feeling any better, she could never develop a thick skin. "Are you sure?" Seeing that Pamala didn't answer she resigned."okay fine. I have spare jewelries. I could give them to you." Pamala let her eyes scan the dress, although she had chosen it in a moment of haste, it was such a beautiful dress. The bodice had little crystals with a small v-neck cut out, it was sleeveless. She could tell it'll cling only to the waist and the rest of the lace will Pour out. "I just hope it fits" She said.

Chimamanda is putting on black, knee-ripped, high-waisted jeans with a white crop top and white sneakers to match. While Chidinma is putting on a red jumpsuit and blue sandal heels. The mall is reserved for both of them, just the way Chimamanda likes it. She didn't want any idiot disturbing her peace as she was wasting her father's money. They walk to the lingerie shop, 'Simani' a popular brand for quality cotton lingerie. Chimamanda a big fan of sexy things. After going through different lingerie, she spotted a black Lacy one and fell in love with it and being a lover of black, she took it.

They say it reads your arousal metrics down to the millisecond, syncs haptic feedback straight to your nervous system. My fingers tremble a little as I lift it out. I've been jerking off to p**n for months with the same tired scenes, same fake moans, and it's not enough anymore. I want to feel owned. I want something that knows exactly how wet I get when a voice calls me a desperate little slut. So I subscribed to the premium tier, the one they don't advertise on the main site. Full customization. No filters. No safe words unless I set them. And tonight I'm testing the default dominant profile they call "Apex."

The one in the middle even smiles. "It is a pleasure to meet such humble females. My name is Preen. My kinsmen are Brusa, Huduh, Inosuk, and Kaygo. We all want to mate with Champions who place high in the tournament... We come from a sand covered planet called Cok. I am sure your correspondents have described it to you. If any of you are mated to a Cok champion be prepared for the dry climate," she says nicely and Fiadh gasps.

I recognized the type instantly: high-end private beauty specialists, the kind who made house calls only to clients with money and status. I pressed myself against the side wall near Batman’s door, heart hammering. From inside, I heard one of them speak English with a soft Germanic lilt. “Good afternoon, Mrs. D'Angélo. We’ve brought the full revitalizing kit today, just as you requested.” Patty Mama let out a pleased little hum. “Ah, wonderful. I’ve been looking forward to this all morning.” Then she added lightly, “Entren, entren, mis amores. Don’t stand by the door.”

She whispered, all breathy and needy. I looked down and saw three round studs and pulled at them. Once those studs released the material, those two ample beauties burst out, and I marveled at how those could fit in that tiny bit of material. I lowered my head and gave them some attention, gaining some more cute moans from Pam. She started to undo my pants, but I swatted her hands away and bent down to remove my sneakers and then my jeans and underwear together. By the time I looked back at Pam, she was standing there in all her naked glory. Yes, she had a few life scars, but that did not detract from her beauty, the goddess herself standing before me. I wanted to kneel down and worship her b

Pam appreciated Beth's attempt to alleviate her remorse, and she quickly decided to keep from her perverted friend the fact that the pleasure and exhilaration from what they'd just done far outweighed any regrets she might have. Actually, her biggest regret was that she was left feeling increasingly sexually deprived and frustrated, but still, this was not something she planned on repeating. The fact that she'd shared her fantasy about Ron was a little embarrassing, but again, it was Beth and, well, if she could perform cunnilingus on her, Pam realized her own discomfort should pale in comparison.

'' I don't want to anger him more, so I obediently turn around and enter the bathroom. The bathroom is nice, with a big bath near the window, allowing me to see the starry night outside, two sinks and the shower stall, everything's white marble, only black towels and golden faucets give some color. I want to lock the door, but how nice, there is no lock.