Rachel 1*844*332*2639 Ext 457

We were short handed at work when we had our big monthly delivery from our main supplier. The manager asked me to handle it as he tossed me the keys to the freezer. I had no earthly idea what I was doing but I had no choice but to wing it. I did know that I wasn’t allowed to leave him unattended. So I met the delivery driver at the back door and led him to the freezer. I unlocked it and held it open for him. He had a dolly full of boxes. I waited for him to finish bringing in several loads. Then he told me to close the door, and he would get the boxes put away as quickly as possible. It was freezing in there. And I was in my skimpy uniform. So he gave me his jacket. It didn’t help much. But I think he thought I looked cute in it. Because he kept looking over at me with a ravenous look in his eyes.

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My Heels Are Bigger

Trans Goddess Alexus 1844-332-2639 Ext 349

My standard rule is if my dick is bigger than yours, I get to be the top. It only makes sense; no one wants to get fucked by a small dick, and I deserve at least six and a half inches if I’m going to bend over. However, since it’s the season of giving, I’ll be generous and spread my cheeks for you if your dick is bigger than my heels.

Oh, no… My heels are bigger?! You don’t even have five inches in your pants? How do you even call yourself a man?

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Janine 1-844-332-2639 ext 462

The MILF next door teases you with her mature, curvaceous body.  You watch out your window, hoping to catch a glimpse of her out in her yard.  I’ve noticed the way your curtains flutter in different windows as you try to avoid getting caught peeping.  So, today I waited until I knew you were home alone.  Then I put on my slinkiest sexiest dress and walked across the street.  I knocked on your door and stepped inside when you answered and invited me in.  Your mouth hung open as you looked me up and down up close and personal.  Here stood your spank bank material in person right in front of you.

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Shackled Parade

Rita 844-33-CANDY Ext 413

The holiday season always brings so many parades. Light parades, float parades, Grinch parades! I mean, every weekend in December, you can find somewhere to watch a beautiful display. It gave me an idea! I called up each of the Candy girls and invited them to what I’d call my Shackled Parade. Each of us would bring and dress up a sissy doll to parade in front of the other girls.

Only, as the name suggests, each sissy would have shackles around their hands and ankles. The girls were giddy and accepted excitedly! I knew exactly how I’d dress my slut!

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domme

Stella 1-844-332-2639 ext 322

He bowed his head as I circled him. Slowly. Deliberately. He didn’t move. He was a perfect statue of obedience. “It is the season for giving, isn’t it, pet?” I whispered. He shivered. “But you know I don’t give things away. I take them. And you are mine to take.”

I picked up the items I had laid out on the high table. First, the ribbon. Not the flimsy kind, but thick, expensive satin. I used it to bind his wrists behind his back, pulling the knot hard until I heard a faint, satisfying moan. I tied his ankles together next, ensuring he couldn’t even shift his weight without fighting the slippery silk. He was perfectly secured, kneeling like a forgotten ornament.

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Anna 844-332-2639 EXT. 203

Mommy Anna was wrapping Christmas presents, when suddenly her naughty boy walked in. He asked her what she was doing, ‘’What does it look like?!’’ she barked. Her naughty boy asked if any of the presents she was wrapping were for him. ‘’You?! Of course not! You’re on Mommy’s naughty list!’’

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nipple

Amber 1-844-332-2639 ext 404

My best friend thinks my Friday nights are a delightful mix of artisanal cheese, documentaries, and early bedtimes. Oh, if only she knew the reality of what I get up to with her brother, Liam! Our secret, kinky rendezvous are the spice of my existence, and the highlight is always the grand reveal of my ever-growing collection of nipple clamps.

Tonight was a Christmas affair, naturally. Liam, bless his unsuspecting sister’s heart, strode into my apartment looking impossibly handsome, with a casual smirk already playing on his lips. He knew the drill. We naturally skipped the small talk, the Netflix suggestions, and the pretense of anything remotely platonic. His eyes immediately darted to the small velvet pouch I held in my hand.

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snowman sex

Cory 1-844-332-2639 ext 407

Barnaby the Snowman wasn’t like the typical, friendly, button-eyed fellow you see on Christmas cards. His broad, muscled torso was comprised of meticulously packed and sculpted powder, but what really snagged my attention was the sheer architectural ambition of his midsection and the monster carrot dick that stood straight out between his snow covered balls. This snowman was more man than snow!

“Well, hello there, handsome,” I whispered, brushing an errant flake off his coal eye. I knew it was absurd to flirt with an inanimate frozen object, but Barnaby radiated a silent, powerful magnetism. The impulse to touch him became overwhelming. The shock of the cold was electric and immediate. Maybe it was just the wind, but in my heightened state, it sounded like he wanted me to press myself against his icy body. I swore he told me to.

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These Damn Littles

Lea 1844-332-2639 Ext. 244

Yo, you won’t believe this story, but I’mma tell it anyway. My friend had to work a double shift; she’s been trying to pull in extra money for Christmas gifts for her littles and asked me if I would come sit with ’em.

They ain’t little like that, probably grown enough to know better, but I could hear…sounds… coming from the boys’ room. She got a boy and a girl. So I crept up the stairs, listening a little harder, thinking I couldn’t be hearing what I thought I was.

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Kayla Cumsalot 1844-33-CANDY Ext 357

We were lucky to have fresh powder on the slopes the first day of our vacation up at the ski lodge. The crisp air filled me with so much energy, but watching Jason’s lean body navigate the trails ahead of me all day fueled me with a different kind of energy.

The sun sparkled off the snow-covered pines along the trail, and each time he turned to smirk at me, my tummy fluttered. I knew he was thinking the same thing I was. Yes, this was fun, but tonight would be beyond amazing.

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