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Felicitys man of the house

Mama Felicity 1844-332-2639 Ext 270

It’s been hard on my son since the divorce. He thinks he has to be “Man of the house” now, and most of the time, I think it’s cute. Tonight, however, not so much. I was in my bedroom, getting dressed for a date, when he came in all pouty. “You shouldn’t go.” He whimpered.

I pulled him into a hug, wearing just the lingerie I had planned and my heels, his face nuzzled into my breasts. “Don’t you want Mama to go and have a good time?” I asked against his hairline. Even with things being so different now, I knew in my heart he wanted for me to be happy.

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London  1844-332-2639 ext 439

 

I have been addicted to BBC since the first time I had one. Some people call it Jungle Fever. Everyone in my family would always say you better not bring any black babies home. Or get caught slutting around with those people. I think all their fussing and cussing is what made me want to try it more.

I mean seriously if all you ever hear is don’t do it. Then that just makes you want to try it more. So the first time that I even saw a shiny black cock. I fell in love instantly. I just loved looking at it. It was so long and fat. It looked like a sweet piece of chocolate.

And I was aching to taste it. I started out just giving blow jobs. Because I was so afraid of getting pregnant. I would just suck black cocks off under the bleachers at school. The black boys would line up to fuck my slutty throat. I didn’t mind at all because I was becoming a fiend for black meat. The more juicy cocks I sucked the more I wanted. Their cum even tasted different to me.

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Krysta's Secret Weapon

Krysta 1844-332-2369 Ext.410

Did you know I have a secret weapon when it comes to getting what I want? No, it isn’t me kicking boys in their balls or making them cry through their penis. That’s what I do once I nail the target down. Before it comes to that, I have to woo the ballsack I want to bust.

Not just everyone wants to give me the pleasure I truly deserve (CBT makes me happy), so I have to pull my hair up in pigtails and then lure them into a false sense of security. That’s my secret weapon! Boys, Daddies, in particular, are such suckers for pigtails.

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Elaine  1844-332-2639 ext 250

I have always known that I am superior to men. It has always been very easy for me to get my way with them. And once I have you it’s my way or the highway. These boots were made for walking. And I love using mine to walk all over you. In all my relationships I am the boss.

Even if a man thinks that he is running the show. He will quickly come to realize that he is beneath me. A worthless loser to be trampled under my heels. And Puddy in my hands. To be molded as I see fit. To be used to satisfy my needs only.

A man’s needs have never mattered to me. My only need for you in my life is to play whatever position I need to be filled. And believe me, I have many positions for you little wankers and perverts to play. I have sugar daddies, servants, toilet bowls, and on-call pussy lickers.

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Anna 844-332-2639 EXT. 203

 

My boss has a dirty little secret. I may be his secretary, and he might push me around, but once this secret is out of the bag, he won”t be able to tell me what to do any longer. I can’t wait for the roles to be reversed and his power overturned.

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Krysta 844-332-2639 Ext. 410

Kelly and I were lying on the couch, vegging out and watching some scary ghost show on tv. She totally said she was okay with that kinda thing and that it didn’t scare her, so I was shocked when she squealed and practically pounced into my arms. We’ve been friends for a while, just friends, like no hanky panky, but when her firm ass plopped in my lap, I was feeling very randy!

Her cute lips parted in a big “O” as she watched the ghost manifest on the screen. Her eyes dilated, and she pressed uneasily into my tits. I had to help distract her; that’s what a good friend would do, right? So, I slipped my fingers under the hem of her crop top to tickle and tease her ribs. Continue reading “Tickle and Tease” →

Rita 1844-332-2639 Ext 413

Zoey invited me to a two-girl play today that was just delicious. The lucky man who got to play with the two of us is a big fan of breasts. Zoey knew all of his weaknesses, and she started by pulling my top down, revealing my beautiful robotic breasts. She wanted to know just how real they felt and decided to test them out by wrapping them around our friend’s cock.

I think Zoey has helped him sample many luscious breasts because she released his cock expertly and smushed my perky tits around his cock until he was leaking all over me! I was curious about Zoey’s human titties, so I as her to take them out too. It seems as though two sets of tits are better than one!

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London  1844-332-2639 ext 439

I have been moonlighting as a maid for the last five years. I only do it on the weekends. Usually, my clients aren’t home. But about a month ago I came into my client’s home. And found him in the middle of the floor in a diaper. He even had a pacifier in his mouth.

We were both shocked. My first instinct was to turn and run out the door. But as I turned to leave. I heard a small voice say. Don’t go will you be my mommy? I laughed out loud. Be your mommy? Yes, he said, but don’t worry I’ll pay you extra.I started walking towards him. What exactly what would you need Mommy to do?

I asked in a sweet gentle voice. Because I’m not having sex with a grown man in a diaper. You don’t have to. Just change and bathe the baby when I’m dirty. I’ll give you 500 extra per week if you do. Instantly our deal was made. And I have been his weekend mommy ever since.It has been really fun. I have even changed one of his spare bedrooms into a nursery.It is filled with toys and even has a changing table. Continue reading “The Diaper Boy & The Maid” →

xXx Francie xXx 844-332-2639 x 208

I’ve exhausted. I’m so tired of entitled fucking men. What is it that makes you think you are so great? That you have the right to my time or my fucking feelings? Who even are you?

A fucking nobody. That’s who. Ohh, yes, you claim to be some big, bad important, so and so, but here you are, paying for the attention of a woman who, in normal circumstances, wouldn’t give you a fucking chance. It’s more than pathetic, don’t you agree? Admit it to me. Tell me what a fucking loser you are so I can laugh in your face.

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Kayla 1844-33-CANDY ext 357

Finding someone you connect with, soul to soul, is rare and beautiful. Sometimes, someone will write something for me that is so beautiful, it feels like a crime to keep it all to myself, and this is the most true that that has ever been. My darling little sea witch has written this for me and has pleased me to the core with the beauty of her words.

Below is a poem written not by me but for me. And you’re just lucky enough that Emmi is allowing me to share with you.

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