Author: Mercedes

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One of my favorite things about what I do here is chatting with my sissies, cross dressers, and trans girls about how to be the perfect sluts they aspire to be. Every day there’s a person out there that comes to us Candy Girls for advice on how they can be their most feminine self, and I absolutely adore it! Each session ranges from what to wear and how to flaunt it, to taking it to a whole new level and hooking up with a fine guy with a nice cock for them to please. Continue reading “Girl Chat with Mercedes” →

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You knelt before me, eyes downcast, hands bound behind your back, your arousal evident through the locked chastity cage I had fastened around your manhood. Your submission was a sight to behold, a testament to my dominance. “Remember, you’re here to watch, to learn, to serve,” I reminded you, my voice a husky whisper.

The room was a symphony of moans and sighs, a chorus of pleasure. Multiple black men, each a specimen of raw masculinity, were scattered around the room, their cocks hard and ready. I walked among them, my body bare, my curves on full display. I was the conductor of this orchestra of lust, and they were my instruments. Continue reading “Forcing My Loser in Chastity and Watching Me Take BBC” →

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We are in my yoga studio, and I watch you struggle in a specific pose. Your ass is in the air, and it’s a sight to behold, but your legs are shaking, and your back is rounded. You’re not getting the full benefits of the stretch, and it’s clear you’re frustrated. “Hey, Sam,” I say, walking over to your mat. “You’re doing great, but I think you could benefit from some one-on-one instruction. Would you like to stay after class and let me help you with some of these poses?”

You nod, looking up at me with those big brown eyes, and I can see the eagerness in them. I know what you’re thinking, and I’m thinking it too. This is going to be more than just a yoga lesson. Continue reading “Things Are Getting Hard in Yoga Class” →

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You’re standing in front of the full-length mirror, wearing my black lace lingerie. The garter belt, stockings, and heels are all in place, but the sight of you in my panties and bra is a shock. You look stunning, but I’m not sure how I feel about you wearing my things. I lean against the doorframe, crossing my arms over my chest.

“You know, I didn’t think you had the balls to wear my lingerie,” I say, my voice a low purr. You jump, startled, and turn to face me. Your cheeks flush a deep red, and I can see the bulge in your panties. “I thought you were just a good girl, but I guess I was wrong.”

You bite your lip, trying to hide your smile. “I thought it would be fun to surprise you,” you say, your voice barely above a whisper.
Continue reading “Caught You Wearing My Lingerie” →

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I sauntered into the bar, my heels clicking on the worn wooden floor, and spotted you sitting alone at the counter. You were nursing a drink, your eyes fixed on the amber liquid as if it held the answers to all your problems. I slid onto the stool next to you, a smirk playing on my lips. “Well, well, well, look what we have here,” I said, my voice a low purr. “A divorced man, all alone and looking forlorn. What happened, couldn’t keep your wife happy?”

You glanced at me, a hint of irritation in your eyes. “And what’s it to you?” you retorted, taking a sip of your drink.

I leaned in closer, my breath hot on your ear. “Oh, I think it’s everything to me. I mean, if you couldn’t satisfy her, how are you going to satisfy me?” I whispered, my hand lightly grazing your thigh. I could feel the tension in your body, the way your muscles tensed under my touch. Continue reading “Seducing the Divorced Man” →

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You call me, telling me that your wife and very young daughter are out of the house. While they are gone, this is your chance to indulge into your fantasies and memories. You start by telling me about the photo of your daughter in her two piece bikini you have saved on your phone…While you are looking at her photos, your cock is out of your pants, and you are slowly stroking away. I giggle at you as you tell me the description of her, and how you feel about her. But what makes me laugh even more is how pathetic you are, and tell me that you do things with her because you’re a father with a small dick.

Continue reading “Father with a Small Dick” →

 

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You walked into my office, your heart pounding in your chest. I was your doctor, Mercedes, and you were my patient, coming in for a routine exam. But as you sat down on the examination table, your mind was racing with thoughts that had nothing to do with your health.

“So, what brings you in today?” I asked, my voice smooth and professional.

“Just a regular check-up,” you replied, trying to keep your voice steady.

I nodded and began the exam, starting with the usual questions about your medical history. But as I moved on to the physical exam, I could see the nervousness in your eyes. I placed my hand on your shoulder, trying to reassure you.

“Relax,” I said softly. “I’m just going to do a quick prostate exam. It won’t take long.”

Continue reading “Sexy Doctor Visit” →

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I stand before you, my worthless boyfriend. Your eyes, filled with desire and submission, are a sight I’ve grown to enjoy. You’re on your knees, a position you’ve become quite familiar with, as I tower over you in my high heels and lingerie.

“You’re a pathetic little thing, aren’t you?” I say, running a finger down your cheek. “But I’ve found a use for you, after all.”

I lead you to the bedroom, a room of pleasure and debauchery. The walls are adorned with erotic art, and the scent of sex lingers in the air. I push you onto the bed and strip you of your clothes, revealing your naked form. Your dick twitches at the sight of me, a sight that fills me with amusement. Continue reading “Turning My Worthless Boyfriend Gay” →

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In the quiet hush of the night, your friend’s house is a sanctuary of slumber. I, Mercedes, a teen vision of youth and petite allure of the age of 14, find myself ensconced in a sea of blankets. You, the father of my friend, are supposed to be far removed from this scene.

A shift in the air, a subtle change in the ambiance that sends a thrill down my spine. You stand at the threshold of the room, a silhouette against the moonlit backdrop. Your eyes find mine in the dark, a wordless exchange that speaks volumes.

“You’re a naughty girl, Mercedes,” you whisper, your voice a low rumble that sends a shiver down my spine. “Coming into my house, tempting me like this.”

Continue reading “Tonight, My Teen Pussy is Yours” →

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“Fuck, I can’t believe I married a guy with a dick the size of my pinky.”

I say to you as I slap your dick with my hand and give a sarcastic laugh. You flinch at the touch, looking down at your small dick. I’ve never seen you erect, even after all the times I’ve tried to get us both in the mood. You look away, ashamed, trying to hide it. I roll my eyes, and walk away from you. You’re always so shy when I try to have sex with you. I can’t even count the number of times I’ve had to initiate. And when we do, I always end up disappointed. It’s always the same, you fumble around trying to get it in, I try to make the best of it, but eventually, you just can’t get it up anymore. I fake an orgasm just to end the misery, and then roll over to sleep, pretending I’m satisfied. Continue reading “Your Small Dick is Worthless” →