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Zesty Zoey 1-844-332-2639 Ext 403

I’m giving Daddy his surprise blowjob this morning.  Daddy treats me so well!  He spoils me every chance he gets.  Now it’s my turn to spoil Daddy and take care of him the way he deserves.  Mommy neglects Daddy so much.  So, it’s my job to step up and make up for the physical affection he doesn’t get.  I know Mommy is going shopping early in the morning.  So, I listened for her to leave and I put my plan into action.  I put on the lingerie that I stole from Mommy’s closet, and I sneak into their room.  Daddy’s still sleeping.  So, I know this is going to be a super naughty surprise for him when I wake him up.

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My Valentine

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Your body jerks awake, but your eyelids feel so heavy they refuse to lift. Frantically, you search your brain for your last memories. Where were you? Who were you with? Very slowly, the pieces of the missing puzzle begin to come back to you. The last thing you remember was going out on a date with that stunning redhead. The one with the contagious laugh, what was her name?

All of your thoughts are hazy and jumbled. You sort of remember her ordering you a special “Valentine” drink at the bar, which tasted a little grainy, but you didn’t want to be rude, so you gulped it to avoid the texture on your tongue—an action you surely regret now that you can’t move your limbs or even open your eyes. “Shh, baby, it’s okay.” You hear Kayla’s voice; that’s her name. The redhead! Kayla! At first, you think you are just dreaming of her, but then you feel the brush of fingers against your cheek and try as hard as you can to open your eyes.

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You walked into my office, your heart pounding in your chest. I was your doctor, Mercedes, and you were my patient, coming in for a routine exam. But as you sat down on the examination table, your mind was racing with thoughts that had nothing to do with your health.

“So, what brings you in today?” I asked, my voice smooth and professional.

“Just a regular check-up,” you replied, trying to keep your voice steady.

I nodded and began the exam, starting with the usual questions about your medical history. But as I moved on to the physical exam, I could see the nervousness in your eyes. I placed my hand on your shoulder, trying to reassure you.

“Relax,” I said softly. “I’m just going to do a quick prostate exam. It won’t take long.”

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Zesty Zoey 1-844-332-2639 Ext 403

Dr. Zoey here!  It’s that time of year again.  We’ve got all these colds and flu bugs running around.  It seems like every time you turn around you or someone around you is sick.  Lately, I’ve had a rash of my sweet sissies coming to me and complaining about sore throats.  The good thing is I have the most perfect cure for a sissy’s sore throat.  There’s nothing better than a throat full of cock and cum to soothe an aching throat.  You can trust my knowledge for two reasons.  First, I’ve sucked enough cocks myself to know this is a fact.  Second, I’ve watched pretty much all the medical shows and I’m pretty much a doctor for real.

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Julie 1844-332-2639 Ext 453

I caught him watching porn Dr. Julie. Well actually, I saw his search history in his computer. I think he may have forgotten to clear it. So I started clicking on everything. And what I saw was really disturbing. I don’t even know if I can say it. I don’t know how to say it. It was girls in schoolgirl uniforms. They were doing all kinds of naughty things. And they were way too young to be doing what they were doing. Dr. Julie, they were having sex, and they were masturbating. There!! I said it. And my perverted husband was watching this and getting turned on by this. So I decided to start digging deeper to see if there was anything else I could find. You’re not going to believe what I found! Deep in his closet, I found a bag. It had a schoolgirl outfit in it! A little plaid skirt that was way too short, a little white top, white lacy bra, and little panties to match. And there was also a pair of white cable knit knee socks. I couldn’t believe that he was cheating on me. He had a schoolgirl fetish! How old was she?

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Kayla's Little Lesson

Kayla Cumsalot 1844-33-CANDY Ext 357

His left arm sat between my tits, with his palm resting against my right shoulder, pulling my back against his chest while I squirmed and panted. He hooked his feet beneath my knees to keep them forced open. No matter how I tried to twist or shift, his body held mine down for his little lesson.

“Shh, shh,” He cooed in my ear when my spine tried to bow and my thighs trembled. “Relax, baby. The more you resist, the harder this little lesson will become.” There was a hint of amusement in his voice as I whined. My fingers curled into fists on each of his thighs. Bunching the fabric of his pants. He’d been teaching me how not to orgasm so quickly. At least, that is what he said he was doing; instead, it felt like he was driving me into madness—one swipe of his finger at a time.

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What a wild night. One night a sweet, older gentleman client invited me over to his place after my shift at the club. I agreed. He’s a shy, quiet guy. I figured he was probably just lonely. He probably just wanted to hang out. And talk. He never seemed interested in a private dance. He didn’t give me a sexually active vibe. But he had been a regular member of the club since I’ve worked there. Maybe it just takes a lot of work to get him worked up. I was either in for a long night of hearing his stories. Or a long night of trying to get him off. All of a sudden, I was regretting and dreading it. But I knew he would ultimately make it worth my while. They all do. The club doesn’t put up with members that are rude or take advantage of the girls.

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I stand before you, my worthless boyfriend. Your eyes, filled with desire and submission, are a sight I’ve grown to enjoy. You’re on your knees, a position you’ve become quite familiar with, as I tower over you in my high heels and lingerie.

“You’re a pathetic little thing, aren’t you?” I say, running a finger down your cheek. “But I’ve found a use for you, after all.”

I lead you to the bedroom, a room of pleasure and debauchery. The walls are adorned with erotic art, and the scent of sex lingers in the air. I push you onto the bed and strip you of your clothes, revealing your naked form. Your dick twitches at the sight of me, a sight that fills me with amusement. Continue reading “Turning My Worthless Boyfriend Gay” →

Malifica

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Daddy Ron was having a really hard time at work and at home. Mommy Anna was too busy disciplining and spanking the naughty little ones, and so he was feeling very neglected. They didn’t have their date nights anymore and he suspected that Anna might be up to no good. I mean, who was she always on the phone with late at night anyway?

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Julie 1844-332-2639 Ext 453

My boyfriend’s company party got really crazy, real fast. His boss’ wife “Paris” was very sweet. We were all mingling  and she was introducing me to people. Meanwhile, my boyfriend was in a deep conversation with his boss. Paris and I were soon headed to the powder room. She started getting really friendly. Then she asked me over for dinner the following weekend. I told her that I would talk to my boyfriend. She then explained that she wanted it to be just the two of us. I was caught off guard and wasn’t sure what to say. She asked for my number to text to my plans. So I gave her my number. I told my boyfriend about it and his response was that his job was of utmost importance and that making his boss and his boss’ wife happy was the priority. I agreed. It was very clear that I had to do whatever it took to keep Paris happy. So I accepted her invitation for dinner the following weekend.

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