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Pretty Little Candy Girl Part Three

Trans Goddess Alexus 1844-332-2639 Ext 349

Amber didn’t sniffle or cry as I pushed her into the house—my brave little candy girl. The cabin was a single dusty room with a bathroom off to one side—a small kitchenette tucked under a small window. The twin-size bed had no sheets or pillows. “Get naked.” I barked, which made Amber flinch.

I couldn’t decide if I was happy or annoyed that she wasn’t fighting me more. Adrenaline had built up in my veins, waiting for this moment, and I was buzzing off the possibilities. Her being compliant hadn’t been a situation I considered.

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Danny has been so bad. He’s too young to be masturbating but you and I both know, once a boy finds his penis, he’ll never leave it alone. I discovered some of his dad’s old dirty magazines under his bed and knew I had to confront him.

I came into his room last night and sat on his bed. I laid the dirty magazine between us, and his face turned so red. He was embarrassed and humiliated, but I touched his thigh and told him that, because he was too young to be touching himself the way he had been, from now on, I would be supervising his masturbation as punishment. He was clearly confused and asked what I meant.

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I’d been looking to replace my floors for a while now. The house was remodeled before I moved in, but the guy doing it was cheap, and the floors had taken a beating. They were peeling in places and separating in others, but the cost was out of this world. There was no way I could replace the entire flooring of my house at once. I’d kind of forgotten about the idea and was dealing with the horrible floors until I found out one of my guys worked for a flooring company. Jokingly, I mentioned he could come over and give me a better estimate. I reminded him I’d do anything for a discount! I think he was trying to stay professional because he asked what kind of material I was looking for, and I said something that would clean up easily because I’m known to make a filthy mess.

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Anal With a Tranny

TS Alexus 844-332-2639 EXT 349 

I know you’re nervous about being with me sexually. You claim to be really into me yet for some reason, you aren’t sure if you can fuck a chick with a dick. Relax. It’s not like I’m going to force it on you. Mostly, I’m like every other woman you know. My skin is soft and smells like floral body wash. These tranny breasts are round and firm against your chest when we hug. My ass fits in your hand as you squeeze me close to you like any other woman.

And anal is the same with me as it is with every other girl. Except maybe there is a little more dangling bits for you to play with when you reach around me.

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Mommy's New Toilet

Mama Felicity 1844-332-2639 Ext 270

I had Dan’s ankles held up in the web of my hand and his fresh diaper was tucked right under his bare butt when it hit me like a train. I had to go and badly! My knees bumped against each other and rubbed as I started to bounce a little. The tinkle dance was taking over me, but I wasn’t finished changing Dan.

“Ohh, I have to go. I have to go so, so bad.” I whined and shook the powder over Dan’s penis. He was semi-hard, and watching Mommy dance around was making his little dock grow harder. “Fuck,” I crossed my legs, thinking Id never make it all the way downstairs and to the restroom. The open diaper under me was dry as a bone, and Dan wets so fast anyway! I climbed up to straddle his lap and pulled my panties to the side. He looked at me with lustful eyes, watching where my crotch hovered over his. “You don’t mind wearing Mommy’s new toilet for a little while, do you?”

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Prom is supposed to be a magical experience! Dressing up like a Princess to dance all night with my friends until my feet hurt. Then my handsome Prince is supposed to whisk me off to a lookout somewhere and deflower me in his Daddy’s car. Only that isn’t what happened!

My fucking Prince got wasted on spiked punch and passed out in the boys bathroom. His teammates drove us home, and I was left to end my Prom night with mascara tear streaks down my face and my virginity still intact. I wobbled into the house, carrying my high heels in one hand and wiping my eyes with the other. Tears blurred my vision so much that I walked right into my Daddy’s chest.

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Chrome rails & midnight thrills were my confessions of a metro minx. The only lovers I planned to meet when I boarded that empty train—but then he stepped on, and suddenly the whole night begged to be misbehaved. The car was nearly deserted, lights flickering like a bad decision I couldn’t wait to make. I chose the back corner seat, crossing my legs slowly enough to hear my leather skirt sigh. That sound? It got his attention. He looked up. I smirked.

Game on! I held his gaze, wordlessly daring him. The train lurched forward. My palm slipped between my thighs, teasing the hem inch by inch until a breathy moan betrayed me. I wasn’t wearing anything under the skirt—tonight’s reckless promise to myself. As the carriage rattled through the tunnel, I let two fingers explore sensitive paths while the city blurred in streaks of neon beyond the windows. His eyes widened, and I leaned back, parting my knees just enough for the challenge to land.

He rose. Each step toward me echoed like a drumbeat in my ribcage. When he asked in a husk of a voice “Can I watch?”, consent tumbled from my mouth in a half-whispered yes. Continue reading “Chrome Rails & Midnight Thrills: Confessions of a Metro Minx” →

Timmy's Tantrum

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I scanned the field as I walked closer to the stands. The new guy I’ve been seeing plays on this co-ed softball team against other local businesses every Wednesday night. They get hot and sweaty, then after the game, go to the pub around the corner from the field to grab a few cold ones. Timmy takes softball VERY seriously.

He’s the guy who organizes the practices, schedules the games with the other teams, and is their star batter. The man is swoon-worthy when dominating the diamond, but at home, he’s just my wittle Timmy. At home, he can’t tie his shoes or catch a ball! He’s far too wittle for big boy things like that, never mind playing a game with the big kids or knowing how to use the potty. Softball and I are two parts of his life that Timmy would prefer never to collide. That’s why I’ve decided to crash his game tonight and be the best sports mom he never knew he wanted.

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Zesty Zoey 1-844-332-2639 Ext 403

You’ve worked hard all week long.  You deserve a break from the responsibilities and demands of your adult life.  I provide you with the perfect escape from the reality of all you have to do and face throughout the week.  All you have to do is turn yourself over to me and my ministrations.  I know the best way to let go of all those adult worries is to regress you back to when life wasn’t so stressful and demanding.  Your transformation starts when I strip off your grown up clothes and slip on your weekend diaper.  Now you’re my good little baby who only has to obey Mommy Zoey.

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tattoos

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I was walking out the door of her building, when I stumbled upon a handsome man. He was mean looking, and had plenty of tattoos. He needed help and direction to the main office. I gave him instructions, but what seemed like a few simple steps soon became over-complicated. I offered to walk him there myself for which he thanked me kindly.

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