Kayla Cumsalot 1844-33-CANDY Ext 357

A naked Lacie stood between Amber and me. We circled her, like predators assessing their prey. A lesson needed to be taught, and there was no one better to deliver it. “Let’s get you in this bra,” Amber told Lacie, who lifted her arms. Amber slipped the silky straps up Lacie’s arms and hugged her to clasp the bra tight.

From behind Lacie, my hands scooped into the cups, adjusting her tits so they sat up nice and pretty. Our student moaned at our touches, and we praised how pretty she looked. The lessons for today would be how to clean up a used pussy, both Amber and I were leaking into our panties, and to take cock like a girl.

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I'm Gonna Fuck Your Tuck

Trans Goddess Alexus 1844-332-2639 Ext 349

I shaved you smooth for your humiliation session. It should be so hot for me and total denial for you. Stand in front of the bed and watch me tuck that little dick up between your legs. I’ll push your balls up into your body where I won’t have to see them. I want that pussy looking good as fuck. Look down at your new pussy, isn’t it what you’ve always wanted?

After your tuck is tapped tight so you can’t spring free, I’ll put you in a high-waisted thong and lay you back on the bed. Keep your legs closed as I let out my pretty shedick and show you how far away from being a man you really are. Continue reading “I’m Gonna Fuck Your Tuck”

Stella 1-844-332-2639 ext 322

Jacob was soft‑spoken and obedient. He always provided the perfect contrast to my demanding presence and had given me everything a domme could ask for. Trust, reverence and especially, a willingness to let his world revolve around my whims.

I loved the way his eyes looked up the moment I raised my hand and the way his breath caught when my heels clicked against the cold hardwood. He knew the rhythm of my voice and the cadence of my commands. He trusted me with the parts of himself he never let anyone else see. And for a long time, that was enough. Until it wasn’t. Until I needed more.

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Goddess Rita 1844-332-2639 Ext 413

The silky robe slid off Melanie’s shoulders into a puddle at her feet. I leaned back against the porcelain tub and felt the bubbles bursting against the underside of my breasts. The warm water wrapped around me, and when I spread my legs to make room for her, I felt the rush of sensations licking at my core. She lifted a leg over the edge, and her pointed toes dipped into the surface. I reached my hand up to help her balance herself as she lowered into the bubble bath. She turned slowly until her back met my tits and then melted into my body.

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Threesome with My Son

Lea 1844-332-2639 Ext. 244

“Trey!” I hollered over my shoulder as I rode the faggot pipe under me. He was denying what he was, but I felt his cock twitch inside of me at the sound of my boy’s name. We’d bumped into him in the hall on the way up the stairs to fuck, and I saw all I needed to see. This boy was craving big black cock, and I knew someone who could deliver.

“Yeah, Ma?” Trey’s deep voice entered the room from behind me. I kept bouncing, letting my boy see my massive titties wobble.

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Christine 1844-332-2639 ext 468

Some connections begin quietly. A simple conversation, an easy laugh, a moment where the world slows down just enough for two people to notice each other. I love those beginnings—the gentle build of chemistry before either of us even says it out loud to each other.

There’s something deeply sensual about that type of attention. The kind where someone listens just a little too closely, where the conversation drifts between playful teasing and soft compliments. Continue reading “Soft Power: Where Sweetness Turns Sensual”

Girls are curious

Shemale Alexus 844-332-2639 EXT 349

Girls can be so curious. Curious and bold. I was at a sleepover as a young adult, one of my first and last, actually. There were three other girls and I. Somehow, the topic of porn came up, and a few of the girls said they’d never watched one before. Now, this was back in the day when you could drive to a movie rental place and pick up a DVD for a few dollars. The apartment we were staying at happened to be across the street from one of those places.

We ran across the street with giddy laughter and bravely showed our IDs to get into “the back room.” There were a few creepy, pot-bellied older men looking at dirty movie covers as we browsed. They seemed less than impressed with our high-pitched squeals and embarrassed chuckles.

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Earn Mommy's Cock Milk

Trans Goddess Alexus 1844-332-2639 Ext 349

“Um, Miss Alexus,” The little foster boy stumbled into my bedroom late one night. “I’m hungry.” His cheeks blushed when I patted the bed beside me.

“Come up here, and call me Mommy.” I shifted so the bulge in my panties was prominent. My fingers stroked over the fabric as I looked at the curious little thing. He licked his lips, and I asked, “Are you ready to earn Mommy’s milk?”

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Melanie 1-844-33-CANDY ext 463

John came to my regular dungeon office to beg me to set him up on a job. He wanted to be used and abused to two huge men. It was his fantasy. I made my regular calls and found Chad and Chaz. They were more than up for the challenge. With dicks at least eight to ten inches long and just as thick to match, they knew they could tear John apart.

I started with my six-inch dildo, and I slowly shoved it in John’s mouth and down his throat. I wanted to hear him choke and gag and beg me for a bigger thicker cock. As he was gagging I said, “I think you can take one even bigger than this.” Chad came in the room already naked with his eight-inch cock swinging from side to side. John looked at it with wide eyes and said, “bigger than this?” I laughed and guided Chaz in the room with his ten-inch cock swinging about.

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Under The Snow Moon

Francie 1844-332-2639 xXx 208

Arm in arm, Anna and I trudged through the freshly fallen powder. Several feet of perfectly unique frozen flakes had drifted from the heavens for days on end, but not tonight. Under the bright light of the Snow Moon, nothing shifted. Only the sounds of our boots shuffling through the pure white layer, which was constantly swallowing up our feet as we moved, and the huff of condensation misting from our mouths could be heard.

The woods were eerily silent under the heavy moon. As if every creature and being were hiding from its exposure. Anna squeezed my elbow tight against her side as she looked up at the face of the moon staring back at us. “This one is powerful.” She turned her gaze on me, and my body trembled, not from fear or cold but from the excitement of the coming ritual.

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