Category: Domination

Pussy Free

Rita 844-33-CANDY Ext 413

God, how does it feel being a pussy free loser? The best part of it all is you don’t even have a little dick. Most pussy free idiots aren’t that way by choice. They are born with a two-inch prick that no female wants. Not you, though, you’re handsome, or at least most people think so, intelligent, and funny. Yet, look at what I’ve turned you into.

A broke dick gooner who can’t cum without being humiliated by a beautiful woman you’ll never sink your dick into. Are you embarrassed? Because you should be.

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Down In Our Basement

Kayla Cumsalot 1844-33-CANDY Ext 357

Amber and I have been friends forever. We’re so close that living together just made sense. We like the same things, enjoy the same types of boys, and have so much fun together. But, like most girls… we have a deep, dark secret. A desire that borders on, shall we say, the illegal side of things? No one would suspect it from us. We appear so innocent and sweet, but there is a darkness inside of us that longs to be fed.

And so we feed it, down in our basement.

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Diana 1-844-332-2639 Ext. 248

My boyfriend J and I are super into accomplice play. Fortunately my dumb little sister fucked up recently giving me and J an opportunity to indulge our favorite kink.

My sister Katie sat perched on the edge of my bed, wearing my most scandalous lingerie. The lacy bra and thong set J had surprised me with last month.

“Oh, Diana,” Katie mumbled without looking up, her voice laced with guilt and defiance. “I just wanted to…you know, feel like you for a bit.”

We’d grown up sharing clothes and secrets, but this was a line crossed into treacherous territory. Suddenly, a memory flashed: J’s wolfish gaze lingering on my sister at dinner the other night. The way his eyes followed her slender curves, a hunger simmering beneath the surface. A plan formed, bitter and twisted, but necessary.

“Girl, follow me,” I snapped, my voice icy.

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Obsessed With Mommy's Panties

Mama Felicity 1844-332-2639 Ext 270

It’s only natural for little boys to love their mommies. We’re their first loves, after all. Mommies are soft and nurturing. We smell so good and look even better.

I understood where the desire and curiosity came from as my son, Shawn, grew older and started riffling through my panty drawer. Honestly, I was flattered it was my scent making his young cock hard, not those little hussies around the neighborhood, but I couldn’t let him know I was encouraging his infatuations.

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Aynsley 1-844-332-2639 Ext. 459

I’ll never forget the day my panties became so drenched during Professor Thompson’s lecture that I had to sneakily press a folded tissue against my crotch to absorb the excess moisture. It all started when he began to teach us about human anatomy, standing close to the podium, his broad frame dominating the front of the classroom. As he gestured to illustrate a point, his large hands brushed against his pants, and I could unmistakably make out the prominent bulge straining against the fabric.

Throughout the lesson, I found myself staring, mesmerized by the way his powerful thighs flexed or how his dark eyes sparkled with intellectual fervor. My mind raced with forbidden thoughts, and before I knew it, my panties were clinging to my pussy, the crotch saturated with arousal. I squirmed in my seat, trying to subtly relieve some of the pressure building inside me. Continue reading “Wet Panties” →

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Anna 844-332-2639 EXT. 203

Auntie Anna was forced to babysit her naughty nephew. She warned him that if he broke anything in her house or misbehaved, she would be telling his mom upon her arrival to pick him up. He rudely rolled his eyes at her and stomped off to go watch his cartoons.

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Would You Suck It?

Trans Goddess Alexus 1844-332-2639 Ext 349

Say we met at a party after you’ve had one too many. Too many to notice the things people typically see about me. The things that tell them I’m not all female. You’ve somehow missed all those cues, and then we end up making out.

It’s the hottest makeout session you’ve had since high school. I mean, we are hot and heavy, and then you led me up to a bedroom expecting to get your dick wet. But as you undress me, the elephant in the room becomes revealed. Would you suck it?

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domme

Stella 1-844-332-2639 ext 322

I ran a thumb along the seam of my black lace glove, savoring the slickness of the leather against my skin. The title—naughty slut, dominant bitch—they were just labels. To them, they were prayers whispered into the void. To me, they were tools.

Tonight, my tool was denial. Exquisite, slow, psychological denial. I pushed open the door, and the air shifted. Elias was already in position, knees pressed to the cold concrete, wrists secured behind him with thick, dark cuffs. He wasn’t looking at me; he wouldn’t dare until I permitted it.

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Jackie 1-844-332-2639 Ext. 330

I’m Jackie, and on Veteran’s Day, I like to pay my respects in a special way. Y’all know I’m a Georgia peach, all curves and sass, so I head on over to the VFW hall to show my gratitude in the most southern, honey-sweet fashion.

As I walk in, them old boys’ eyes light up like Christmas trees. I’m glad to oblige; after all, a curvy beauty like me owes it to them brave men to do my part. I saunter on over, hips swaying, and give ’em a wink and a smile. “Y’all ready for some sweet Georgia pie, fellas?” I ask, batting my lashes.

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Teeny Weenie

Avery 1-844-332-2639 ext. 228

Your teeny weenie is useless to me, so it’s a good thing you’re about to call me for small penis humiliation phone sex. I love giving losers like you tasks to do. All kinds of things you can do for me to make me laugh.

You know what makes me so mad about guys like you? That if you’re wearing pants women who are just out and about in the world don’t know how unfortunate your dick is. They have no way of knowing you have a lame dick because it’s covered up. That’s really not fair to them, is it?
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