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Male Performer Chat: A sexy story what do u think?
so it takes me time but I write it as a sensual story I hope you like it:
As I wait anxiously for my AMO to finish his meeting in London, my body aches with desire. I miss him so much and long to be close to him once again. Suddenly, a notification pops up on my phone - a message from my master, telling me that he has an idea.
He wants me to be shared with his clients, to be shown off on camera for their pleasure. At first, I am hesitant. But as I look into his eyes through the screen, I can see the fire of desire burning bright within him, and I know that I want to please him in any way I can.
I activate my flirt4free account, and soon I am on the screen, naked and vulnerable. My heart is pounding as I see the men in their suits, their faces hidden behind masks. They begin to demand things of me, to touch myself, to dance, to please them in any way that they desire.
At first, it feels strange and uncomfortable, to be watched and commanded by these strangers. But then I remember my master's voice, and his gaze, and the way he makes me feel so safe and secure. And suddenly, it becomes easier to give in to their demands, to become the slave puppy that they want me to be.
Through it all, I can feel my master's eyes on me, his desire fueling my own. I am his, and no matter what these strangers ask of me, it is his pleasure that I am genuinely seeking. And so I submit to them, doing whatever it takes to satisfy their lustful desires.
Finally, the clients are satisfied, and they leave me alone once again. As I look at my master through the screen, I can see the pride in his eyes, and the satisfaction of a job well done. And I know that I have pleased him and given him what he wants.
As I lay in my bed, my body still trembling with desire, I think about what we have just done. It was strange and new, but also exhilarating. And as I drift off to sleep, I know that I will do it again, because my master wants it, and because I want to please him in any way that I can.
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As I wait anxiously for my AMO to finish his meeting in London, my body aches with desire. I miss him so much and long to be close to him once again. Suddenly, a notification pops up on my phone - a message from my master, telling me that he has an idea.
He wants me to be shared with his clients, to be shown off on camera for their pleasure. At first, I am hesitant. But as I look into his eyes through the screen, I can see the fire of desire burning bright within him, and I know that I want to please him in any way I can.
I activate my flirt4free account, and soon I am on the screen, naked and vulnerable. My heart is pounding as I see the men in their suits, their faces hidden behind masks. They begin to demand things of me, to touch myself, to dance, to please them in any way that they desire.
At first, it feels strange and uncomfortable, to be watched and commanded by these strangers. But then I remember my master's voice, and his gaze, and the way he makes me feel so safe and secure. And suddenly, it becomes easier to give in to their demands, to become the slave puppy that they want me to be.
Through it all, I can feel my master's eyes on me, his desire fueling my own. I am his, and no matter what these strangers ask of me, it is his pleasure that I am genuinely seeking. And so I submit to them, doing whatever it takes to satisfy their lustful desires.
Finally, the clients are satisfied, and they leave me alone once again. As I look at my master through the screen, I can see the pride in his eyes, and the satisfaction of a job well done. And I know that I have pleased him and given him what he wants.
As I lay in my bed, my body still trembling with desire, I think about what we have just done. It was strange and new, but also exhilarating. And as I drift off to sleep, I know that I will do it again, because my master wants it, and because I want to please him in any way that I can.
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Not really. It's juvenile advertising. We all know you're a model here.
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