Trans Goddess Alexus 1844-332-2639 Ext 349
“That’s the one.” Kelly sniffled while pointing a shaky finger in your direction. My little sister looked up at me with tear-filled eyes; sand still crusted on her damp cheeks from where you shoved her into the sand pit.
“Thanks for showing me; now go home while I make him pay for what he did to you.” My knuckles tip up her chin, and I gently wipe her face clean. “No one gets away with hurting my baby sister. Every bully has to pay.”
Avery 1-844-332-2639 ext. 228
Do you have a secret desire? Something you crave but also know it’s wrong. I do, and it’s older men.
Ever since high school my secret desire has been the touch of someone much older than me. I know it’s wrong, but I also can’t seem to help myself. I figured college would be the perfect place to meet guys my age and put this secret desire behind me. But I was wrong. I actually had even more access to the cock I wanted more than anything.
Kayla Cumsalot 1844-33-CANDY Ext 357
His left arm sat between my tits, with his palm resting against my right shoulder, pulling my back against his chest while I squirmed and panted. He hooked his feet beneath my knees to keep them forced open. No matter how I tried to twist or shift, his body held mine down for his little lesson.
“Shh, shh,” He cooed in my ear when my spine tried to bow and my thighs trembled. “Relax, baby. The more you resist, the harder this little lesson will become.” There was a hint of amusement in his voice as I whined. My fingers curled into fists on each of his thighs. Bunching the fabric of his pants. He’d been teaching me how not to orgasm so quickly. At least, that is what he said he was doing; instead, it felt like he was driving me into madness—one swipe of his finger at a time.
1844-33-CANDY Ext 423
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”
Aynsley 1-844-332-2639 Ext. 459
Hey boys! Miss me while I’m on vacation? I’m back at it again with another wild story! So like, my girls and I are down in Mexico for winter break, tryna live it up, ya know? We hit up the pool at the resort and umm…let’s just say we had a little fun.
There were these two cute guys laying on the lounge chairs next to us. I’m talking 6’1, sculpted abs, the whole package. We got to talking, sipping margs, laughing and flirting. The next thing ya know, they’re coming up to our room!
Belle 1844-332-2639 X 444
Between classes, I snuck outside for a quick smoke. I didn’t have time to grab my coat, so I wrapped my arm around myself and bounced in place. The hot air from my breath puffed in the frozen air, making it hard to tell between smoke and breathing, so I figured I could get away with it so long as no goody two shoes caught me and tattled.
My fingers pinched the butt as I sealed it between my lips and inhaled. I held my breath as a noise behind me caught my attention. Whipping around, I saw Pathetic Patrick shivering behind me. His eyes were glued to my thighs, and his lips were parted in awe. “B-Belle?” I puffed the smoke I was holding in his face, and he whimpered out a moan.
Rachel 1*844*332*2639 Ext 457
Why am I so naughty? I’m always thinking very kinky, taboo, and devious thoughts. Like everyone I see or meet, I start imagining them naked. My dirty mind doesn’t stop there though. Then I start obsessing over what their sexual body parts look like…all of them. Then I start imagining having sex with them and doing things to them. It doesn’t matter who it is. I can’t help myself. But it’s a problem. I don’t even hear what they’re saying to me. Because I’m always deep in some crazy fantasy about doing very naughty things to them. It could be people at church or even my family members. I can’t believe how much I fantasize about my naughty uncle and my own Daddy. No one would suspect me of having these kinds of thoughts. I mean I have always had a rebellious streak. But this is on another level. And I haven’t even mentioned my professor yet. But when I think about his wife being naked, yuck. I don’t want to do anything to her. And it makes me completely understand why he wants to do everything to me.
1844-33-CANDY Ext. 423
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.”
Avery 1-844-332-2639 ext. 228
I’m sorry but being called a good girl has got to be one of the hottest things a guy can do. Especially for submissive girls like me. I’ve always loved being a good girl here at Tomsin.
That same submissive side also lends me to lust after being called a girlfriend. I’m forever looking for an older man who wants a good girl of his own.
Continue reading “Let Me Be Your Good Girl”
xXx Francie xXx 844-332-2639 x 208
It’s amusing to me how you selfish boys think only of yourselves. Different boy, different situation, and yet it’s always “Poor me!” “Pitty me.” It’s never your fault for the things that have happened to you. I was on the phone this morning with a man who wanted my help using the elastorator. *Claps hands excitedly* I know, I know, not much help can be given as it’s an easy tool to use, but I digress.
So, we’re on the phone after I help him put the rubber band around the prongs, open them up and stuff his grape-sized balls through; he releases the elastorator and is on his way to losing his sack when I start to ask why he wanted this… and this is where the fun begins.