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Tessa 1-844-332-2639 Ext. 445

The lightening bolt coming from her eyes was unlike anything most people ever experience. You know those shivers you get when you see someone for the first time. You feel that chemical explosion. Well it’s like that, when you see me every time. It doesn’t just last for a minute, it lasts for as long as we intertwine. I am one of the greatest explosions that you’ll ever meet. The funny thing about me is that I don’t even try. It just is, and it’s kind of always been that way.

Seeing it in others’ eyes has always been something that intrigues me, but I admit. I also get off on it in a way that fucking in general does for me. It has become the one thing that I thrive on when I meet someone, and then I’ll look for that look every time from then on. And like magic, it never really fails me.

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Jemma – 1844-332-2639 ext 303

For a long time, I have had a fascination with Zatanna and magic in general. When I was younger, I even used to have some magic sets so I could practice my tricks. Admittedly, as I grew up, my tricks seemed to get sluttier and sluttier.

Now, Daddy was having a business meeting tonight. One of his friends, John, had just lost their wife. John has been a family friend for a long time, he knew me growing up. So, I thought it would be fun to surprise John and Daddy with a magic show, I wanted to cheer him up.

Their meeting was soon, so I knew I needed to get ready.

I got ready in layers, but on top, I had on short black tights, overtop of fishnets, and a slutty white corset that pushed up my massive tits. To add, I had on a black bow collar, knee-high black boots, and a black cape. Knowing Daddy and John were in the dining room, I gathered my magic supplies and headed downstairs.

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Jemma – 1844-332-2639 ext 303

For a while, I had been studying French. Needless to say. I had not been doing well. Therefore, Daddy decided that James could help me study.

Now, I’m lying in my room, on my king-size bed, masturbating with my massage wand. Suddenly, I hear my door open and Daddy walks in, he’s holding another white box with a black bow.

“I thought I told you to stop being such a little slut Jemma”, Daddy says to me as he walks in and sees my legs spread and my pussy wet.

“I’m sorry Daddy”, I saw, as I continue to rub my clit. Then, Daddy walks over to me and forces himself on top of me and inside of me. Once he has finished all over me, he pulls out the box and hands it to me.

“Put this on, you’re meeting James for a French lesson”, Daddy says.

As soon as he leaves, I open the box. Inside, I find a Sailor Moon outfit and accessories.

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Harper 1-844-332-2639 Ext. 437

Dear Diary,

Today I learned how to be a total wallet draining princess. My dad’s boss came over for dinner and I noticed how he couldn’t tear his eyes away from the whole time. His eyes were glued to my perky tits and my pretty long hair bouncing around. Mr. boss man kept shifting around in his chair. I bet it was to try to hide his raging hard on *giggles* That’s the moment when I realized that I couldn’t let this opportunity slip away from me! He did seem to be enjoying the beverage   with dinner so I made sure that his glass stayed filled. I mean sure he ended up getting tipsy but that’s exactly what I wanted to happen.

It wasn’t too long before he was tugging me onto his lap where I could hold the bottle up to his lips. This way I knew he was as hard as he looked. The funny thing was, the more the more he had, the more he loosened up. Now it was time to Continue reading “I’m Ready To Be Your Wallet Draining Princess” →

Jemma – 1844-332-2639 ext 303

Now you see, as of late, I have been misbehaving. Normally, I love to be a nasty little submissive cum slut for Daddy. Although, I must say, Daddy and James had both been fucking me a lot. It was because I had been disobeying Daddy and having sex with Blake as well.

So, I decided I needed to make it up to Daddy. Similar to Sailor Mars, I believe in traditional values for women. As I always say, I know my only use is to keep all my holes ready for any and all of your needs.

Therefore, I had a plan.

Searching through my clothing racks, I am looking for something to wear. I settle on a short red skirt, cropped white shirt with a purple, red, and white bow right between my huge tits, pushing them up even more. To add, I have a gold headband with a red jewel, long white gloves, and 6-inch high red Louboutins. 

Fuck, I look hot and exactly like Sailor Mars. Then, I decided to head downstairs, I found Daddy in the living room, reading the paper.

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Tessa 1-844-332-2639 Ext. 445

There are a few stances that Tessa comes into, where she feels liberated. On all fours is one of them. I still don’t know exactly what it is that makes me feel so good in this position, but I definitely don’t discourage from it. It might be the way it makes me feel, having my ass sticking out, all ready for something dirty to happen. Or it might be the way my head is ready for something to come sticking out and for me to put in my mouth. Regardless, I love this position.

Let’s be real here. We were at a party a few nights ago, and there was a wooden paddle I happened to see. You were walking around with it. The party was going off, and I decided to get on all fours and come into my own self expression, as I do sometimes. You happen to see me, and you weren’t sure of what to make of me and my pose. On the floor is not how most people tend to be. I may have missed that I was also walking around on all fours. I made it seem like this was a normal practice I did.

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Flashing Jailbait Titties

Kinky Krysta 1844-332-2639 Ext.410

I have a beautiful, voluptuous jailbait body, and I love using it to make men think and feel things they shouldn’t. Sometimes, I wander downtown to where the courthouses are. People all day long go in and out for crimes they’ve committed and have to answer for. I can always pick out the pervs.

The ones claiming to turn their lives around. The guys who swear they won’t do those bad things again, and I prance in front of them. Sometimes even flashing my jailbait titties at them.

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Mila 1-844-332-2639 Ext. 220

I had such a fun time with my new baby. Of course, he didn’t start out as my precious little baby! Not all babies are as willing to participate as a girl could hope. No worries though, I have a magic touch! It all started with one of my best guy friends, hanging out at my place. Innocent enough, I think. But I could never get my mind off of how much I would love to see him in a little diaper! I mean, every guy would. But he just took the cake for me! So I waited until he was sleeping.

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Jemma – 1844-332-2639 ext 303

Thank goodness the weather had warmed up significantly over the last few weeks. It was warm enough to open the pool at Daddy’s house. The pool was amazing and heated. There was a rock wall surrounding everything, the pool was a large rectangle shape with a square overflow hot tub at one end. Not to mention, Daddy also has a full, well-stocked bar outside.

I was excited for warm weather and I felt like I needed to fuck Blake. As of recently, I had been such a nasty slut. I wanted to make it right by him.

I knew exactly what I needed to do.

Previously, I had bought an emerald green bikini cover-up. It hung at my waist and had a deep slit down the slide, so you could see my hairless pussy. In addition, I had a long red wig and a push-up purple sea shell-shaped bra. Getting dressed, I added a sea shell necklace and six-inch high glittery gold Fendi sandals.

Daddy was supposed to be gone all day, so I texted Blake and told him to come over and meet me out by the pool.

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Goddess Rhonda 844-332-2639 ext 446

I’m going to sit here and watch. As I sip my drink, relaxing in my chair, my eyes rivetted to what is happening on my living room carpet. What am I looking at and watching with such joy? Why, it’s you, pet. I’m Watching my Faggot Sissy getting used.

It’s you, dressed like the faggot sissy, with a short plaid skirt that barely covers your ass cheeks. White stockings that wrap up your recently shaved legs. Your white shirt barely contains the cleavage we’ve created with the pink bra. And 4-inch red stilettos strapped to your feet. Your makeup is thick and slutty, showing any and every guy you exist to be used. Continue reading “Watching my Faggot Sissy Getting Used” →