Women's Clothing

Goddess Rita 1844-332-2639

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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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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Turning Johnny Into a Foot Cuck

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The house party was in full swing, and the couches were packed full of people playing games and drinking. Johnny and I took a seat on the floor by the coffee table. I wiggled up into his lap, and he was playing with my hair when I noticed Molly had her feet on the table. Johnny gets so horny for stocking feet, and I wondered if he was getting excited seeing her little toes wiggle around as she laughed.

I look back at him and reached out for her left foot. My thumb dug up her arch, and Molly moaned. Her little toes splaying out inside her socks. “Molly, your feet are so tiny! What size are they?”  Under me, I could feel Johnny’s cock waking up.

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Melanie 1-844-33-CANDY ext 463

No man wants blue balls, but for us girls, being a tease is in our DNA. I wanted to ride some more so I walked back up to the stranger, but I made a new rule. “This time I need you to pull my hair or I’m going to stop,” I told him and I meant it.

A good hair pull can make a sexual experience elevate into a passion like no other. His pants were still off and his cock still erect. It wasn’t that much time that had passed by and my pussy was still dripping wet. I was craving an orgasm like nothing else. I walked up to him, straddled him again and slid down on that hard, erect rod.

Up and down I went, starting to moan and really get into it as I grinded on his hips again. The more turned on I was getting, the more I needed to get my hair pulled. As I was moaning, I let out a “Pull my hair!! Pull it NOW!” I need it.

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Nail Day Part Three

Kayla Cumsalot 1844-33-CANDY Ext 357

Mimi swept the last brush of shalac over my nails, and I tucked them under the blue light to cure. My shirtless, rock-hard puppet still knelt beside me. My toes teased his pulsing length while the end of his leash rested in my lap. “Ready for your pedicure, Miss?” I pulled my hands free of the light to inspect my new claws. They were perfect, coffin shapes. Long and sharp. I dragged them down Jon’s chest and grinned.

“More than ready.” As I stood, my puppet began to stand as well. I tapped his nose with a long nail and shook my head. “Crawl.”

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Melanie 1-844-33-CANDY ext 463

Joe came to me, begging for a sexy, sensual ass massage and I was happy to assist. I told him to strip off his clothes, all the way, and to lay down on my bed. He dropped his drawers and pulled his shirt off over his head. He was ready. I ordered him to lay down on his belly, so I had easy access to his back and asshole.

I started by pouring some massage oil in my hand and mixed it up in my hands, so it got warm. My hands ran up and down his back in a sensual way until I slowly found my way to his ass. I gave each ass cheek three sharp spanks and then rubbed out the pain. He begged me not to stop, to keep going. Do you think he knew what was coming next?

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Daddy's Naughty Girl

Goddess Rita 1844-332-2639 Ext 413

They say the apple doesn’t fall far from the tree, and that’s so true for my naughty daddy and me. I’m horny all the time, just like him. I always have been. It seems like the older I get, the hornier my daddy is getting for me. I keep catching him sneaking into my laundry hamper and stealing my panties. I just know he’s jerking off into them, and I wish he’d forget the panties and just pump his load into me!

He’s been acting like it’s too naughty for us to fuck, but I know he wants to. He just needs a firmer push from his naughty girl.

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Gifts

breasts

Cory 1-844-332-2639 ext 407

I’ve had these, ahem, “gifts” since I was a teen. It’s like I had a magnetic field around me, drawing in every male eye within a 10-foot radius. It was both flattering and terrifying at the same time. I’d try to wear loose-fitting clothes to downplay them, but let’s be real, there’s only so much you can do to hide a pair of double-Ds from all of the neighborhood pervs.

The comments started early, too. Everything from “Wow, you must be cold!” to “Do you have trouble finding bras that fit?” But as I got older, the attention only intensified. I’d go to the grocery store and some guy would inevitably stare as if he’d never seen breasts before.

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Trans Goddess Alexus 1844-332-2639 Ext 349

After my morning coffee, it was time to pull out my smother slave—the one who lives in a box under my bed. The box is on wheels and is so convenient. When I wish to forget I own a slave, I simply shove the drawer-like compartment under my bed and forget about him, but when I wish to use him as my toilet slave, a quick pull, and there he is!

Strapped down on his back inside the box that sports two holes. One for his face and one for his erection. Just the feeling of being pulled from under the bed gets him hard because he knows my ass is soon to follow.

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