Anna 844-332-2639 EXT. 203
Mommy Anna was getting ready to go on a date. She had her hair up in rollers, and sat at her boudoir putting on her makeup while in her robe. Then she went over to her dresser to pick out the sluttiest pair of bra and panties she could find. She reached for her most expensive lace ones, but as she pulled them out of her top drawer she noticed the panties were stuck together, or more so glued.
Torri 1-844-332-2639 ext 204
Daddy, I really need to get wild and crazy. Well, That’s what I told him anyway. And my dom daddy really took that to heart. He decided to give his little girl just what she asked for. Normally Daddy comes to see me. This time he told me to meet him at a place I didn’t know. Told me not to bring anything that he would have everything we needed when he saw me. I was just so excited all I could think about was what was up his sleeve.
It was all I could do to keep my drippin pussy from leaking through my clothes. I got there and knocked on the door. I was in shock. It was an ABDL daycare. Kind of; it was all set up by daddy so things were a bit different. As I walked in could see other diapered boys and gets getting spankings with cocks in their asses and cry but cummin at the same time. I was so horny I just wanted to get me a spankin and a nice thick cock too. Then here comes Daddy.
Janet 1-844-332-2639 ext 456
The party invitation was vague. All you know about this place is that you’ve heard about it from a friend. That heard about it from a friend. Who heard about it from another friend. Who heard about it from their cousin who swore they had actually been invited to it once. You know this is an invite-only kind of place. Something else you know is that your cock is going to have fun! The invitation only reads. “A creamy good time! Congratulations You’ve been invited!”. After that just a time and an address nothing more.
Showing up to the building you were told to go to you see it’s nothing special. Nothing about it other than what looked like a newish metal door was out of place on the old building. The invitation said to knock three times. Then to say the password given. You knock three times. The sliding door hole opened only showing a set of eyes. The person said nothing just looked at you and waited. You hesitated but then spoke the magic words “Cream time”
Anna 844-332-2639 EXT. 203 Zoey 1-844-332-2639 Ext 403
Mommy Anna had spent the whole morning slaving over a hot stove trying to make everyone a pumpkin pie. When it was finally finished, she placed it on the stove to cool off before adding some trim, but before you know it, along came Naughty Ronnie, attempting to dip his finger in it to sample a taste.
Anna 844-332-2639 EXT. 203
After my encounter with the mystery blue eyed undercover Domme I went to the club every weekend hoping to see him and get a chance for my payback. Every weekend I was disappointed… about 6 months after I was working on a pretty little petite female that I was about to dominate. As I was getting ready to take her to my home to do my usual whipping, beating and teasing routine the bartender approached us. “Here are two shots of Tequila courtesy of the gentleman at the end of the bar.”
Janet 1-844-332-2639 ext 456
Finger in my pussy and thumb on my clit I moved my other hand under my shirt to play with my breast. Pinching my nipple. Throwing my head back in a moan. I was not going to cum though. No, not yet. I still had a plaything to play with. I was not going to let this one go to waste. This was not just a quick session in the backroom. No this was a rare treat for me. One I planned to drag out as long as I could. After 2 hours of him unmoving on the ground kneeling I decided it was time to go and start my actual fun.
Making my way down he like a good boy still doesn’t move even when he hears me coming. His head is down eyes focused on the floor. I circle him slightly impressed by his form. His discipline. I start to walk away down to the door leading to my fun. “Come” a single word that echoes off the stone walls. He moves without thinking just like I like. Once we entered the room I shut the door locking it with a huge clanking sound.
Torri 1-844-332-2639 ext 204
There is a big difference in southern girls. Let me paint you a picture. A Southern belle is that sweet and proper on the outside and a freak in the sheet’s kind of woman. The kind you tell your friends about the wild sex you both had and no one ever believes you. Then you got the buckle bunnies. These are you girls that like the country girl look but couldn’t bait a hook to save their lives. Your standard trendy fuck slut for sure. Of course, the real country girls are the diamonds you’re looking for. Their bad babes have been brought up rough and ready and know how to play hard with the boys.
They will drink you under the table and look good while doing it. Daisy Duke has nothing on them and never will. You’ve got your farmers’ daughters too. The ones that are early to rise, not afraid to work sunup to sundown and get their hands dirty. Built Ford tough and not prone to quit. Lastly, there is the rarest of them all. ME!!!! I’m a combination of every single one of them!
xXx Francie xXx 844-332-2639 x 208
Something… strange has happened. It all started last night, and I don’t know who can help me or if I want them to, but I think I have telekinetic powers now or something! See, I was masturbating, like normal, as part of my bedtime routine, with my Hitachi wand plugged into the wall. Holding the bulbous head to my clit, I could feel it starting to get warm.
However, I was too close to climaxing to fucking care about a little overheating. I gripped the handle with both hands and mashed the tip to my over-sensitive bundle of nerves. So close, I was so close, and that’s when it happened. I saw the sparks of light explode from between my legs at the same time as my whole body convulsed in orgasm. The electric zap to my pussy added to my pleasure as it raced along my nerve endings beneath my skin’s surface, but then it must have knocked me out.
Anna 844-332-2639 EXT. 203
Anna was on the bus riding home from school in her uniform. She was pursued by an older boy who stopped her in her tracks. She couldn’t help but notice him and how handsome he was. He approached her and grabbed her arm. ‘’Where are you going?’’ Said the boy. ‘’Please Sir,’’ she pleaded, I’m trying to go home, I can’t be late, I’ll be in so much trouble.
Alex 1-844-332-2639 Ext. 425
I will walk you like a bitch on a leash. Never letting you out of my sight, it’s your time to live as my damn property. Those pathetic little knees crushing into the ground, living the life of my pet slave. If I didn’t know any better I could release my golden nectar into a little metal dish bowl and you would lap it up like a perverted fuck. And I do know that, I know more about you than you think. You bother to discover my fantasies, you are willing to let me have you as my own to play around with like a little personal whore.