Category: erotic story

Mila 1-844-332-2639 Ext. 220

The most common thing these dirty boys want from me is to let them get me pregnant. And I must admit. Anyone who doesn’t have an impregnation fetish is crazy! I can imagine exactly how I would want it to go. The whole thing is perfect. A hot, steamy session of intense sex. The creampie comes. Creampies are the best thing to have happen to you. Any woman that disagrees needs psychiatric help. That hot cum filling your cunt, you can almost feel it working its magic. Coating your walls, just the feeling sending you over the edge into an orgasm.

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Big Girl Fuck Party

 Kinky Krysta 1844-332-2639 Ext.410

Dating apps and meeting guys organically really isn’t working for me. I’m growing tired of the same old song and dance, so I thought the best way to meet the man I could fall in love with was to throw a big girl fuck party! I found his club that lets you set up gang bangs, and they have this special person posted up who watches but doesn’t play. He’s there to monitor everyone’s safety and whatnot, so it’s like totally safe and everything.

They even do all the advertising for me! I sent the club management a few sexy selfies, and they booked the party! All men, BBC preferred but all cocks welcome to Kinky Krysta’s big girl fuck party!

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Lost In The Big City

Ronnie 1844-33-CANDY Ext 443

The other night, I dreamed I was lost in a big city. I’ve never really been to a city like the one in my dream, but it was late at night, yet the street lights made it brighter than the day. Neon signs flashed from windows, and crowds filled the street as I tried to figure out where I was and where I needed to go.

I felt so scared and unsure. I spun this way and that, and nothing looked familiar. Not the people around me or the street signs. Knowing I couldn’t just stand in one place, I picked a direction and started to walk. Big, calloused hands grabbed my elbows and pulled me towards an alley. Whoever grabbed me was wearing a hat pulled low over their face, and I couldn’t make out a single feature.

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Mila 1-844-332-2639 Ext. 220

https://phonesexcandy.com/youre-a-pervert/

Pervert, what do you think will happen if I ever find out that you have been spying on me? Do you think I would press charges? Do you think the charges would even stick? If they found out what I do for a living I bet you would get away with it. And those clips of me that you recorded are just going to sit in your folders. But for now, I have no clue that you watch me go to the bathroom. I am none the wiser that the camera pervert in the bathroom vent has been watching me strip.

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Alex 1-844-332-2639 Ext. 425

I know you want to learn about all of the things that make me run the way I do. Why I love to play with boys like I do. I mean, what kind of wiring is in a woman’s brain to desire to dominate and humiliate the men around her? And to that I say, why do men do that to women in the bedroom? I mean, it’s basic feminism or whatever. Don’t you love to respect and obey women? To let a woman do what she wants to you, it’s all a man should be doing. It isn’t the 1800’s anymore.

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Peter Cock N' Tail

XXOO Laylene 1-844-332-2639 ext 419 – XXOO Anna 1-844-332-2639 ext 203

One of the Cock-a-doodles came over to see tami and I gave anna a wink. He lifted tami up and carried him up to the Peter Cock N’ Tail. Laylene and anna watched in delight because we knew something marvelous was about to happen. Peter Cock N’ Tail took tami’s little hand and whispered: ‘’do you know what happens to bad little girls? Little girls who mess up the floor and shut down the mall? You get a special session.’’

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television

Anna 844-332-2639 EXT. 203

Mommy Anna was on the phone with her lover. It was the only time she got to talk to him as Daddy was working late and she longed for these phone calls every week. She would talk to him and wrap her finger around the telephone cord as she smoked and signed and giggled. Most times in her bedroom. But it had become such a routine that she had gotten away with, she began to be completely and utterly brazen about it – going as far as talking to her lover on the kitchen phone while smoking at the kitchen table.

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Mila 1-844-332-2639 Ext. 220

https://tlcphonesex.com/neighbors-drama-part-one/

It happened! The update you have all been waiting for with my poor sexless neighbors. The first part is linked above so you can remind yourself of what’s going on! Anyway, the wife came and knocked on my front door and when I answered it she looked desperate. She asked if she could come in for some coffee or tea. I made a pot and we sat down and spilled the long-awaited beans. It all started with her saying that I didn’t do anything wrong, but she needed my help with her husband. I agreed before she could even say anything.

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Bitch Up

Belle 1844-332-2639 X 444

Walking down the hall, I heard a huge commotion from the boy’s locker room. As head cheerleader, I opened the heavy door to see what was happening. Right there, between the row of lockers and the wooden bench, was some nerd getting shoved and pushed by four football players. “Hey, yo, what the fuck!” I shoved between the players to help the cowering nerd sit on the bench.

His eye was swollen, and his lower lip was cracked. I dabbed it lightly with my pleated skirt, and the bigger boys laughed. “Look, he needs cheer-mommy to come save him.” They laughed as I glared up at them and knew there was only one way to get this nerd out of the locker room in one piece. He’d have to bitch up.

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Mila 1-844-332-2639 Ext. 220

My poor neighbors cannot stand the fun that I have here. It is so irritating. Passive aggressive over-pronounced hellos, notes to “turn the TV down.” What assholes. The wife and husband must not have anything better to do. And the funny thing is this: Our walls are like, super thin. And my bedroom where I take calls is not near where we share a wall. So they are just being dramatic. But their bedroom wall is my living room wall as well. And even when I am up late watching TV or painting my nails on the coffee table, I never hear a peep from them.

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