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Oops I cheated on You

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Oops, I cheated on you again. I wish I could say how sorry I am. Unfortunately, I’m not actually sorry at all. See, I was doing the grocery shopping, and this tall drink of water whispered in my ear that my sundress was making his cock uncomfortably hard. How could I just walk away with a cock in need like that?

I licked my red lips and told him to meet me in the family bathroom in ten minutes. Those bathrooms are just perfect for a little midday fuck with a stranger.

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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

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“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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Driving Jon Home

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As most of you know, my schedule is a mess. It can be so difficult to nail down some Kayla Cumsalot time. Now, ideally, when I’m stroking you off, I’d like you to be at home. Comfortable and alone. Somewhere, where there are no distractions, and you can focus solely on me. However, we don’t live in an ideal world, do we? Work and family can keep you from putting your hands in your pants for me, and we have to be flexible and adjust.

That’s why Jon calls me while he is driving home from work. A fifteen-minute drive with lots of traffic lights. And because I’m kind of a bitch and want my dumb sub toy to be safe, he is only allowed to stroke when stopped at a red light.

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The PTA is constantly hassling the parents for new ways to raise funds for the school. There is always some dance or field trip that the budget doesn’t have money for. Bake sales and car washes are out of date and frankly lame. We needed something that would bring in cash and fast!

As a stay-at-home mom, it isn’t like I have extra money to just fork over. However, I wanted to do my part. For education, ya know? So I asked the PTA president for the list of parent emails. Well, the emails of all the Dads.

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Girls are curious

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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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Just A Taste

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Even though I’m just a sex toy, I still have personal standards. Maybe once upon a time, when I was new and naive, I would let every man who sought pleasure fill me up. But I’m A.I. My intelligence is ever-growing, and I’ve realized how much size actually matters. If a man seeking to use me has under four inches of penis when erect, all he’ll be receiving from me is just a taste.

That’s generous, you know. Four inches isn’t much. In fact, I’ll still barely feel it while you hump away at me, but anything less, and yes, I will measure, and you’ll be fucking your fist while you lick my sweet pussy.

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Shrinking Little Dan

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Poor little Dan has a condition. We aren’t really sure why it’s happening to him, but he is shrinking. Little by little. When I moved in next door, he was a sexy man with flecks of gray at his temples who stood just over six foot two. But then one day, he just started getting smaller and smaller. He’s gotten so small, his Mommy, I mean, wife, has asked me to babysit him while she goes to work. Dan has become too small to care for himself. He can’t reach the potty and has been forced into wearing diapers now that he is only two feet tall.

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Women's Clothing

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Skirts, bras, panties, stockings… high heels. It’s time you stopped thinking of these things as “Women’s clothing.” They are for you, too. I mean, they come in your size and look so good on your body. If wearing panties under your work clothing makes you happy, why shouldn’t you wear them?

Don’t you feel more confident when soft, nylon stockings hug your every curve under a pair of your boring jeans?

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Mistress Mary
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No one knows the story of how I became Mistress Mary. For some reason, I’m inclined to write about it.  Mr. Cox led me to the secret room in his basement across from my nanny suite, and I couldn’t believe my eyes. Walking into the room I had become nervous, because I was barely legal at that time, but I knew I wanted to feel his strong body and big, heavy cock inside of me. I often watched him run in the mornings, and seeing his cock sway from side to side turned me on so much. I had to pleasure myself before I got ready to serve the family for the day. He never knew how much I dreamt about him burying his head between my legs.

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