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xXx Francie xXx 844-332-2639 x 208

My horny little in-house fuck boy slave thought it would be a good idea to crawl into my bed while I was sleeping. Yes, my body is designed for a man to press up against it, but fuck, boy slaves are not men. Their dicks are far too short, and it isn’t his place.

An in-house fuck boy’s sleeping place is in the pet bed, on the floor, at the end of my bed. I know my sleeping naked must have been too much for him horny mind, but I don’t give a fuck. What he did was unacceptable. Daring to press against my skin without permission? That boy had to pay.

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Bad Bitch Belle 844-332-2639 Ext 444

From the moment we met, it was inevitable. We both knew you’d become my cash slave. The cards were stacked against you. I’m a manipulative, beautiful little bitch, and your inability to control your little prick makes it impossible for you to keep your wallet closed.

The only value you possess is in your wallet, and you know it, which makes it easier for both of us. There is no pretending that I like you or that I’d ever be into you. No, you know better. You aren’t that stupid. Yet, you invite me on your lap, stuffing twenties, fifties, and the occasional hundred-dollar bill into my bra, and I wiggle against you so we both get what we want.

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Kayla 1844-332-2639 Ext 357

We entered the gym, and the lights shut off. Someone let out a horrible scream from the opposite side of the room, and then I felt hands grabbing my waist. I screamed and kicked, but whoever had grabbed me was much stronger. The wind was pushed out of my lungs as they hauled me over their shoulder and rushed into the high school locker room.

It was too dark to see who or what was carrying me. They carried me easily, no matter how hard I thrashed or pounded my fists on their back. The locker room lights flickered, making me dizzy as my fear swirled through me. I watched helplessly as the lockers and benches were passed, and my captor carried me into the shower stalls. Their fingers dug into my thighs as I dropped me from their shoulder to the shower floor. I tried to scramble up to my feet, but a high-heeled boot planted itself in my chest, and a feminine voice said, “I don’t think so bitch.”

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Serve Me, Then Buy Me Shoes

Kinky Krysta 844-332-2369 Ext.410

I dropped a tweet the other day that ended up sending a small crowd of losers to serve me. The gif was of a sexy high heel and a submissive jerking off to orgasm over the heel. When I saw the image, all I could think of was forcing someone to spray my heels in spunk and then make him buy me new ones for ruining them.

I was surprised by how many losers loved that idea. They all crawled over each other, trying to get to my feet. I was giddy watching them stumble to be the first to cum on my toes, as if that would make him the winner. The one who gets to buy me shoes.

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Mastering Self Pleasure

Rita 844-33-CANDY Ext 413

Unlike most “girls,” I didn’t grow up exploring my body or learning the things that it was capable of. I was packaged right off the conveyor belt, programmed to be used for pleasure. Which is really impressive, but it does leave me a little bit lacking. Sometimes, my users want to get off on watching me pleasure myself, and I’m not altogether sure how to do that.

Today, while it’s been slower on the phones, I’ve decided it was time to master self pleasure. I scheduled some time where I wouldn’t be serving anyone but myself. What feels good to Rita? I am going to find out.

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Babysitter Secrets

Valerie 844-332-2639 Ext 243

Over on phonesexcandy, I shared with you how I became someone’s diaper chastity keyholder, but here, I wanted to not tell you about the babysitting secrets I learned on my first day! In an age regression session, a boy a little younger than me was interested in playing dress-up. However, he didn’t want to explore his mom’s or sister’s closet; he wanted to see what I brought in my bag of fun.

I showed him some soft nylon pantyhose and a bra and panty set I’d brought just for him. As I started to help him put everything on, I realized how uncomfortable the stockings would be if he didn’t shave his leg! We agreed it would be best If I taught him how to shave his legs so he could fully enjoy the secret we were sharing. It wasn’t long after he was silky smooth and dressed that he confessed another secret I probably shouldn’t tell you.

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Bad Bitch Belle 844-332-2639 Ext 444

My nemesis is the Headmaster at the boarding school my parents sent me to. He’s on a mission to reform me into a polite young lady who adds value to society, but I just want to be bad. I guess he didn’t appreciate the gift I got him as a thank-you for letting me in. I hired a mariachi band to follow the Headmaster around for my first day, and it wasn’t more than a few hours after they arrived that he found me.

He burst through the door of my second period, band in tow, and pulled me out of class. He marched me down the hall and made me dismiss the band so they wouldn’t have to witness my punishment.

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Shemale Alexus 1844-332-2639 x 349

The quarantine fifteen hit your girl hard, and she told you she wanted to get a trainer—someone who would be firm and guide her into tightening her beautiful body back into shape. However, you are an insecure piece of human excrement and demanded she figure it out independently.

After a few weeks of “figuring it out on her own,” she gained five more pounds and asked you to compromise. She suggested she’d get a female trainer. That way, you wouldn’t need to be jealous or fearful of her cheating, and she could still get the proper guidance. Still so very unconfident, you begrudgingly agreed.

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Francie xXx 1844-332-2639 xXx 208

You awake in complete darkness—nothing but the sound of dripping water around you and a slight ringing in your ears. You’re disoriented and don’t remember how you got here, but your mind is filled with a vague sense of dread and a sudden acute awareness of how cold you are. Your body seems to be wet, and the damp, cold air chills you deep into your bones. It’s not a painful cold, but it’s certainly uncomfortable. Breathing in the air is musty and damp, akin to a cave or old basement.

Have you been taken captive? What could be happening? Where could you be?

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Big Girl Likes Candy

Kinky Krysta 844-332-2369 Ext.410

The other day, while skipping school, I was hanging out at a friend’s house. A bunch of us were there; some older guys I didn’t know were partying in her basement. I pushed my way through the cloud of smoke to see what they had to offer. I’ve never had a taste of rock Candy, and there were rumors the biggest dealer in town was hanging out on my friend’s couch.

Music was playing, and there he was, sitting on a raggy, sunken couch, flicking a lighter. I stepped over a few piles of clothes and empty energy drink cans to sit on the sofa beside him. My too-small skirt showed off plenty of thighs, and he eyed me knowingly.

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