Sir knows what a…good…girl I am. I give Sir what he wants, so he’s always happy to return the favor. Sir always gives a good girl just want she wants. On the third day of winter break, dirty Sir gave to me, getting Figged, Filled, and Fucked for resisting being his whore.
My sister’s husband watches me when ever I’m over at their house. His eyes never leave me. He stalks me the entire time I am visiting them.
Preparing the Minister for his busy day is one of my favorite things to do every Sunday morning. He comes downstairs from a restful night’s sleep and greets me with a sweet smile. But, unfortunately, he’s a tall man, and I have to stand on my tiptoes to kiss his cheek good morning.
Whenever it’s time for preparing my handsome Minister for his day, I ask him to sit in his Minister Chair. A chair designed to keep him obedient and proper. Just the way a man who serves should be.
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It’s so fucking pathetic you can’t even live out your own dreams. You’re just afraid you can’t ever just go have what you want so you have to play make believe and fantasize and stroke off to porns and jerk your cock while you confess all those gay fantasies of you worshipping as you try to hide it from your life.
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A group of my friends were all hanging out, talking about what fun things we should plan over the next few weeks. So many options came up. Clubs, museums, the movies, some of the Vegas hot spots, and then one idea gave me the chills. An Escape Room. I HATED the idea!
Everyone thinks it’s a great “team-building” activity. As a group, you get LOCKED in a room and have to find clues to escape by working together. On the other hand, I feel like it’s a setup for a horror movie. I just know we’ll be locked inside by some psycho who wants to play “Saw” and makes us cut our eyeballs out to find the key he stashed behind them. I voted no!
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Faggot Boot Camp is something that every sissy boy needs. That means it’s time to get your weak ass up and do something. Maybe some faggot training. We both know how much you love to suck dick. So, you might as well put that mouth to work.
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My ankles were cuffed apart from each other. So wide apart. My knees couldn’t close, but I wouldn’t want to close my thighs even if I could. The man between my legs was rubbing a thin, smooth inflatable dildo up and down my wet slit. He’d lubed it to make it glide across my swollen clit, and with every swipe of the head over my hot button, my hips jerked up to meet his touch.
At the end of the dildo was a thin hose that fed into a bulb-like pump. It looked much like a pressure cuff, and he lifted the dildo for me to see as he pumped that bulb. To my surprise, the head of the toy grew and grew. It tripled in size and then some. He stabbed it against my hole, and no matter how much pressure he applied, it just wouldn’t go in.
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Christmas Sugar Daddy, that’s right, because sometimes a guy like me needs a Sugar Daddy. When I was still in college He was this older, closeted fag type and a professor of one of my classes. I noticed him staring at my ass when he thought no one was looking and I could see the lust in his eyes whenever he talked to me. I was in need of a Sugar Daddy to help with my expenses and he seemed to fit the bill.
I decided to use this to my advantage. The fact was, I was a broke ass college student. Sure, I was hot and good looking but most of the bitches I “dated” could only provide me with pussy and free drinks. They couldn’t give me the financial backing I really needed.
How does it feel, Slut? To be laid out under my ASS while those big, heavy, ALPHA BALLS smash into your chin? By the look of your THROBBING cock, I’d say it must feel fucking fantastic to a little bitch like you.
The real man owning my PUSSY has my legs held up over his shoulders. His giant hands peeling my booty cheeks apart for your tongue to catch all of our sex juices as he pumps them out of my cunt. I’m at his cocks mercy! He pounds into me over and over, making me scream with an overly intense orgasm unlike any you’d ever be able to provide
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I’m an object of desire. Something to make you cum harder then you ever can, a sinister voice and guidance to mess with your perceptions and make you beg for more. You do not bargain with me, you bow.
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Lots of you forget that I’m not always the giver. Sometimes I like to lay on my back and take that pipe too. Last night, I was home alone and feeling incredibly horny. This type of feeling was more than just a need to get my rocks off. I needed someone to stuff my stocking. It was clear I would have to make a little trip to the local glory hole.
I showered and shaved, then dressed in some sexy lingerie. A sheer pair of thigh-high stockings held up by a sexy red garter belt and a matching bra. I threw on my trench coat and applied a thick layer of cock sucking red lipstick before speedy down to the club to get my stocking stuffed.