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Anna 844-332-2639 EXT. 203

Miss Anna told her slave that he needed to accompany her. She claimed it was a charity night where all the ladies would get together and hold an auction. He reluctantly agreed, but did so anyway to Please Mistress Anna. They were about to leave, when Miss Anna pulled a fast one on him. She claimed he couldn’t leave in what he was simply wearing, that she had prepared an outfit for him. He complied, but when he saw the garments, he nearly fainted: There was an open bottom skirt, stockings, heels, a slutty top, and lingerie to match.

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Cory 1-844-332-2639 ext 407

Let me tell you, being a Mommy, it’s a whole lot of diaper changing and lullabies! I need a man, a real man, to come over and give me the fucking I deserve. Thankfully, I know just the guy who can help me scratch this neverending itch! His name is Jake, and he’s got a body like a Greek god and a smile that could melt butter. “Hey, Cory,” he answers when I call, his voice deep and husky. “What’s up?”

“I’m just so bored at home while my ABDL is asleep,” I say, trying to keep my voice steady. “I need a big, strong, hunky man to come over and fuck me hard with his big fat dick.” There’s a pause on the other end of the line, and then Jake chuckles. “Is that right?” he says. “Well, I think I can help you with that.” I give him my address and hang up, my heart pounding in my chest. I can’t believe I just did that. But I’m so turned on, I can barely stand it. I strip off my clothes and slip into something more comfortable –

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Trinity 1-844-332-2639 ext 285

Welcome to Stripper Confessions. Where I take you behind the scenes of my back-in-the-day stripper days where money was tight and rent was due.
FLASHBACK……

DJ Dollar Bill was on the mic tonight for Titty Tuesday’s and it was a packed house. “Welcome to the Player’s Club! Fellas, get ready to lose yourself tonight! Coming to the stage is the one and only, ‘Trinity’!! She’s got the moves, the curves, and the kind of energy that’ll have you spending that last dollar! You know they say diamonds are a man’s best investment. So lean in, throw it up and show some love for the baddest in the building.”

The bass from the speakers pulsed through my body as I strutted across the stage. With every slow, deliberate step, I could feel their eyes devouring me, undressing me. I wrapped my fingers around the pole, my velvet mixed skin shimmering under the neon glow lights. I whined my hips, rubbed my big breasts, and shaked my ass, seductively peeling off each piece of my clothing, strip teasing the crowd. Twirling around on the pole like a ballerina who had lost her way. My plan was to make 10k tonight. I was Continue reading “Stripper Confessions: Part 1”

Kayla Cumsalot 1844-33-CANDY ext 357

As spring break approached, all of my graduating class was discussing senior photos. Since they’d be our last year book photos, it was important for the pictures to be the best ever. But, of course, you have to hire the best photographer to have the best images.

Thankfully, one of my uncles is a professional. Like with a studio and everything! I asked him if he’d be willing to set up a session and make me look my best. Expectedly, his schedule was full, so he said if I wanted him to take my pictures, I’d have to do it late one Friday night in his basement studio. I agreed and asked him if I could bring a few outfits to test, which would be my favorite, and he said that was more than fine.

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Julie 1844-332-2639 Ext 453

“Why do I like it so much Dr. Julie? I feel so ashamed. Back when I was young, this wasn’t talked about. It was very taboo. Now I do realize that I’m not alone. But that doesn’t take away the shame. I don’t understand myself. I’m so confused and broken. I’ve tried so hard to make myself change. But it’s like an addiction. I can’t stop wanting to wear women’s panties. I’m powerless over my attraction to them. They make me happy. When I was growing up, I would wear my mom’s and sister’s. Now I wear my wife’s. When I wear men’s underwear, I feel depressed. They make me feel like I’m being forced to wear and be something that isn’t Me. But I don’t want to be a woman. I’m attracted to women. I’m not attracted to men Dr. Julie. So I don’t understand why I also want dildos up my ass. I’m so ashamed that it feels so good”. He confesses.

Let me start by reassuring you that there is nothing to be ashamed of. I’m going to take this one thing at a time. Because we are dealing with two separate topics.

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I'm Not Too Young

Valerie 1844-332-2639 Ext 243

I’m not THAT young. At nineteen, I’m very mature for my age. Ask any of the parents I babysit for. They all love and trust me. They say I’m very responsible and reliable, so why won’t you let me be responsible for your orgasms?

Sure, sure. You’ve been friends with my Dad for longer than I’ve been alive, but what does that really matter? I’ve seen the way you look at me. The subtle ways you have to adjust yourself so no one else sees your erection. I’m not too young for you to fuck, so give in already.

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Amber 1-844-332-2639 ext 404

My office was usually a sanctuary, a place where vulnerabilities were laid bare, analyzed, and hopefully, healed. As a sex therapist specializing in fetishes, I’d heard it all. But Rory… Rory was different. He wasn’t ashamed or furtive, just… intensely focused. “Pantyhose,” he’d said, his voice a low hum. “Specifically, silky, shiny, tan ones. It’s… everything.” I arched an eyebrow, a professional curiosity piqued. “Everything? Can you elaborate?”

He painted vivid pictures, describing the way the light caught the nylon, the sensation of it stretched taut against skin, the subtle rustle with movement. This wasn’t just about him being turned on; he was captivated by the subject matter. After a few sessions, I had a comprehensive understanding of Rory’s attraction. It wasn’t just lust; it was a deep connection to texture and visual appeal. A piece of him saw pantyhose in a transcendental way. “So,” I ventured during our fourth meeting which was quickly becoming intense, “have you fully explored this?”

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Trinity 1-844-332-2639 ext 285

Interracial pussy fucking images can make you hot and horny but reading a true story of how a mixed slut like me and a white babe named Holly hooked up is so much better.

I met Holly last year in Atlanta at a festival picnic. Tall blonde with hazel eyes. 36D breasts and a body made by God. She had been traveling from LA and was looking to make Atlanta her permanent home, so the picnic was a way for her to test that theory. I was visiting for the summer so I had 2 months to get to know the city. The vibes, people, music everything was great. We ended up exchanging numbers and reconnected this past summer. 2 weeks later she was settled in down in Atlanta. To celebrate her arrival, I flew down and we decided to hit up a party. We did so many party favors, got wasted and had the best pizza in town.

The best part of the night though was when we drove to the beach to listen to the waves and smoke some good Maryjane. The night was going so well it turned into us laying down and kissing each other. Next Continue reading “Interracial Pussy Fucking”

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I sauntered into the bar, my heels clicking on the worn wooden floor, and spotted you sitting alone at the counter. You were nursing a drink, your eyes fixed on the amber liquid as if it held the answers to all your problems. I slid onto the stool next to you, a smirk playing on my lips. “Well, well, well, look what we have here,” I said, my voice a low purr. “A divorced man, all alone and looking forlorn. What happened, couldn’t keep your wife happy?”

You glanced at me, a hint of irritation in your eyes. “And what’s it to you?” you retorted, taking a sip of your drink.

I leaned in closer, my breath hot on your ear. “Oh, I think it’s everything to me. I mean, if you couldn’t satisfy her, how are you going to satisfy me?” I whispered, my hand lightly grazing your thigh. I could feel the tension in your body, the way your muscles tensed under my touch. Continue reading “Seducing the Divorced Man”

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Amber 1-844-332-2639 ext 404

I leaned back against the plush velvet headboard, my eyes drinking in the sight of you. You stood before me, a vision in lace and satin, your delicate form accentuated by the soft glow of the bedside lamp. Your cock was caged, the steel teasingly visible beneath the lace panties you wore. My pussy throbbed with anticipation, my fingers itching to play with you.

“Come here, my little sissy,” I purred, my voice dripping with desire. You obeyed, your heels clicking softly against the hardwood floor as you approached the bed. I could see the flush of arousal on your cheeks, the way your breath hitched as you looked at me. “Amber,” you whispered, your voice barely audible. I smiled, reaching out to run my fingers over the silky fabric of your panties. I could feel your cock straining against the cage, begging for release. But that wasn’t going to happen tonight.

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