Step-Son Needed A Hand

Lea 1844-332-2639 Ext. 244

My poor step-son has really had a go of it lately. First, his girlfriend broke up with him, and then a few days later, he got into a dirt bike accident that broke both his arms! He’s been so miserable and unable to do anything! Recovering has been hard on all of us. His dad normally bathes him and sits with him during the day while I’m at work, but a big out-of-town meeting came up, and I was tasked not only with keeping him company but also with keeping his spirits up.

I was sitting beside his bed on the third day we’d been by ourselves when I noticed him squirming. “Are your pillows in need of adjusting, baby?” I asked, standing to come by his side and help him with anything he may need. He looked up at me with the oddest expression.

“I’m so embarrassed.”

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My Little Eugene

Valerie 1844-332-2639 Ext 243

I love it when my little Eugene calls me. At first, I rarely recognize his voice during billing. It comes off so masculine and in control. But as soon as I confirm that we are ready to play, he gives himself away. That firm, in-control tone weakens to a whine as he murmurs, “Oh, Valerie.” And it all comes rushing back to me. “Why are you doing this to me?”

This isn’t a man calling to use my sexy, teen body for his pleasure. No, no. not. Not my little Eugene.

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Femme Domme Friday

Goddess Rita 1844-332-2639 Ext 413

The hunk at the gym was very bold when he approached. “I’d do anything you said so long as I got to taste your sweaty ass,” I smirked and nodded. We’d see what a good boy he’d make, it WAS Femme Domme Friday, after all.

He thought he’d drive us to his house, but he quickly learned he wasn’t going to have any control in this situation. He sat in the passenger seat of my car as I drove to my house, with my hand rubbing his upper thigh. My fingers grazed close to his cock, teasing him with what was to come, but never brushing his needy erection. The stud’s hips bucked trying to get some friction during the quick drive back to mine, but he still had no idea what he was in for.

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Melanie 1-844-332-2639 Ext 463

Have you seen those expensive ads with naked women laying on tables covered with food, usually sushi? Well, I had the opportunity to be like one of those ladies, but I wasn’t covered in fish.

I was at my house and used the dining room table. My friend Jay came over, and we just love dessert, especially an ice cream sundae. We decided to turn me into a great big giant Sundae! It had all the fixings.

First, I was covered in a full body layer of bananas sliced up and ready to gobble down. Next, I had some strawberry ice cream covering my titties, vanilla on my midriff and some chocolate down on my shaven pussy. It was so cold and sticky, but I had more layers to get ready for.

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Swimsuit Shopping

Trans Goddess Alexus 1844-332-2639 Ext 349

I’m a summer baby through and through. It’s why I reside in Southern California. It’s the closest I could get to summer all year round, yet the stores still pretend we need winter gear. They pull all the pretty one pieces and bikinis off the racks and stuff them with useless down parkas and fleece-lined leggings.

It’s the perfect time to stock up on clearance swimsuits and an excellent excuse for a girls’ day!

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Roxy 1(844) 332-2639 Ext 414

It had been a couple of weeks since the mysterious client captivated my curiosity. I still had no idea who he was. He sat in a dark corner so I couldn’t see his face. For some reason, I was so intrigued and drawn to him. So much so that I slipped deep into fantasy while I was on stage. In my mind, I was giving him a private dance. But when I opened my eyes, he was gone. And I haven’t been able to get him out of my mind ever since. It’s crazy to think about someone you don’t even know.

Then out of the blue, just as quickly as he disappeared, he reappeared. Again, he sat in the back. So I couldn’t see his face. But I recognized his choice of designer suit. He got my heart and clit going pitter patter once more. This time I didn’t take my eyes off of him. I didn’t want him to be able to escape again. But somehow, he did. He is quick, slick, and swift. I couldn’t believe it. He was so mysterious. I started asking the other girls if they knew who he was. But no one did.

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Stella 1-844-332-2639 ext 322

The worst color in the world is the pale yellow bubble hovering over my chat box. It means they are typing. They are pouring out their sad feelings, treating the glowing screen like a confessional booth, all for free. They know I trade attention for currency. Simple, brutal, and utterly true. I’m Quebecoise, which means I’m precise about my costs, and the cost of having me pretend to care about your awful Tuesday is non-negotiable.

Right now, it’s Edgar. He’s forty-something, lives somewhere humid, and sends me paragraphs about his failing marriage and his collection of vintage model trains. He keeps sending me these long, dense messages, hoping that sheer volume of misery will somehow earn him a response. But he’s not getting one unless he pays.

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Sexy Costumes

*LUCY* 844-332-2639 xxx- 221

It’s Halloween time so you know what that means, sexy costumes for my sissy girls! It’s the best time of year for my girls. When all my little sissies can shed their inhabitations and look sexier than ever.

All year long you secretly wear lingerie, panties and the hottest women’s clothing. But on Halloween all bets are off and the sexy costumes come out in full force!

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Jackie 1-844-332-2639 Ext. 330

I guess it’s high time I share the tale of how my juicy ass earned its reputation round these parts. Folks round here say I’ve got the kind of cushion a fella needs for some serious poundin’ against my sweet pink pussy.

I remember the first time I caught our farmer boy neighbor, Jeb, eyein’ me up real good. He’d been helpin’ my daddy out in the fields since he was knee-high to a grasshopper, but there was somethin’ new in his gaze that summer. One hot July evening, after the sun dipped below the pine trees, Jeb came knockin’ on our screen door. He looked at me with them big, hungry eyes, and I knew exactly what he wanted.

“Well, what brings ya to our doorstep?” I asked, swishin’ my skirt around as I sashayed to the door.

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Diana 1-844-332-2639 Ext. 248

I never fail to amuse myself with the way my puppet squirms under my control. I hold the strings and he does my bidding, stroking and writhing as I toy with him.

His has a real name, but to me, he’s just my achiest puppet. I adore the way he moans with lust as I tease him. As I instruct him not to cum. To goon like an idiot for me. He’s always begging for more, his pleas deliciously desperate. But I hold back, pulling the strings to keep him just on the precipice, never allowing that sweet release.

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