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The purple sequined dress clung to me like a second skin.  I ran my hands along the rough sequins sewn into the silky fabric.  My mind still couldn’t wrap itself around being invited to this high society charity ball. I’d met the CEO of the non-profit organization at the bookstore a week ago.  At first, I was worried when I realized he was following me around the store.  He didn’t even seem to be trying to be discreet about what he was doing.  When I turned and confronted him, he introduced himself and began to explain that he was smitten with me from the moment he saw me.  My worries melted away.  I got lost in his sea-green eyes and knew I would do anything he wanted.

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Taking Something I Can't Have Pt3

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Pt2

I told the hostess we had arrived, and she led us to a back booth, one dimly lit and far away from the rest of the crowd. I requested this spot when booking the reservation. It was somewhere we’d have to sit close as we enjoyed dinner, and I convinced him to loosen his moral compass for only one night.

I slid into the booth, which allowed me to face the rest of the restaurant. Then patted the seat next to me, “Don’t make me sit all alone.” He looked at the seat for a moment, weighing the options. Sitting so close, he knew, was dangerous. I could see him calculating a way to sit across from me. He popped the center button on his suit jacket, and I purred wickedly, “Unless you’re afraid you can’t handle it and will wanna fuck me tonight instead of your wife.” His false bravado had him laughing casually as he sat beside me.

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Magnetic Connection

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Our eyes met, and I looked away again. I couldn’t stop glancing over my shoulder as if his gaze were magnetic, constantly pulling at me from across the crowded space. “Girl, he literally can’t take his eyes off you.” Sasha squealed, and I rolled my eyes, taking another hearty sip of the fruity cocktail, stirring the muddled berries at the bottom with my straw.

“Stop, he’s probably just watching the game,” I said, pointing to the TV in front of me. And it just looks like he’s watching me.”

“No!” all three of my girlfriends retorted simultaneously. “He’s definitely looking at you.” Carol swallowed tightly and looked down at the tabletop. “He’s coming this way!”

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Big Girl Fuck Party

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Dating apps and meeting guys organically really isn’t working for me. I’m growing tired of the same old song and dance, so I thought the best way to meet the man I could fall in love with was to throw a big girl fuck party! I found his club that lets you set up gang bangs, and they have this special person posted up who watches but doesn’t play. He’s there to monitor everyone’s safety and whatnot, so it’s like totally safe and everything.

They even do all the advertising for me! I sent the club management a few sexy selfies, and they booked the party! All men, BBC preferred but all cocks welcome to Kinky Krysta’s big girl fuck party!

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Lost In The Big City

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The other night, I dreamed I was lost in a big city. I’ve never really been to a city like the one in my dream, but it was late at night, yet the street lights made it brighter than the day. Neon signs flashed from windows, and crowds filled the street as I tried to figure out where I was and where I needed to go.

I felt so scared and unsure. I spun this way and that, and nothing looked familiar. Not the people around me or the street signs. Knowing I couldn’t just stand in one place, I picked a direction and started to walk. Big, calloused hands grabbed my elbows and pulled me towards an alley. Whoever grabbed me was wearing a hat pulled low over their face, and I couldn’t make out a single feature.

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Bitch Up

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Walking down the hall, I heard a huge commotion from the boy’s locker room. As head cheerleader, I opened the heavy door to see what was happening. Right there, between the row of lockers and the wooden bench, was some nerd getting shoved and pushed by four football players. “Hey, yo, what the fuck!” I shoved between the players to help the cowering nerd sit on the bench.

His eye was swollen, and his lower lip was cracked. I dabbed it lightly with my pleated skirt, and the bigger boys laughed. “Look, he needs cheer-mommy to come save him.” They laughed as I glared up at them and knew there was only one way to get this nerd out of the locker room in one piece. He’d have to bitch up.

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Unicorn Races With Mistress Alexus and Mistress Alex Part Three

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Our boys were staggered, so her’s was closest to her, then mine, hers, and finally mine. They couldn’t see, thanks to their latex unicorn masks, were anally stuffed with heavy plugs, and wore clunky, impossible shoes. All while naked and sporting some seriously hard erections from the impending humiliation.

“If one of mine wins, he can join us in your bed this evening!” Alex kicked her feet playfully and added, “Actually, whoever wins can, and all that loses will be put in chastity and made to kneel while you and I please the winner.”

“How’s that for motivation?” I used my riding crop to trace the head of one slave’s dripping erection, and they clogged their hoofs in unison.

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Nailing The Interview

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Nervously, I sat in the modern lobby of what I hoped would be my next job. The ad for the position simply stated, “An assistant needed to relieve pressure off the CEO.” I could do that. I’m super accommodating and am excellent at anticipating people’s needs. However, my resume was limited. No one really puts their sex work experience down for these sorts of things, so I had quit a few ‘gap years’ between jobs. I didn’t think I had a chance, but they called this morning to say they accepted my interview and would meet with the CEO today.

I wore a short skirt and borrowed a friend’s button-up blouse. It didn’t fit me well; the buttons bulged and strained across my heavy tits. My hair was up, and my makeup was done the only way I knew how to do it: heavy.

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Daddy's Ass To Mouth Porn Slut

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Daddy Justin and I got together after a long time apart. I’d missed him so much, and I know he missed his favorite ass to mouth porn slut. Well, I missed his cock and his hands. Y’all know I have a fierce hand fetish, and Daddy Justin has such good hands. When we play, he picks a special porn for us to watch. One where there is lots and lots of Anal action. Cus, Daddy loves a butt slut! Then he shows me a live feed of him pumping his cock for me. He gets so hard watching those petit, sexy sluts spread their cheeks and beg to get pounded anally, and while we watch, I narrate.

Ha, bet you’re jealous you haven’t asked me to give you filthy details of the porno you watch while you stroke. That’s cus Daddy Justin is smarter than you. He knows that as we watch the film, I’ll pay close attention to which scenes make his cock harder. Which actions make him stroke faster, and then I’ll use all those details to make him explode for me.

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During the day, most people put their best foot forward.  They present the best versions of themselves.  But for some, it’s just a mask.  It’s what they want you to see to hide the monster deep down inside them.  In the dark of the night, they let their true nature out.  They become their real selves in the darkest way possible.  The dark night is when he showed me his truest form.  He revealed the monster beneath the mask.  I became nothing but his plaything to do whatever his evil heart desired.  He had me completely at his mercy and there was nothing I could do to stop it.

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