Category: erotic story

Jemma – 1844-332-2639 ext 303

Daddy found out I had disobeyed him and that I had been fucking Blake instead of James. Daddy told me I had to do right by James and make it up to him,

First Daddy forced himself on me and ravished me hard. Then, he gave me a shopping bag and told me to put on what was inside.

Looking inside the bag, I see a sexy Princess Peach costume. After I tried on the costume, I had to admit I looked hot. My big perky tits looked massive in the pink pushup bra with a big jewelled bow in between my tits. My peachy booty and perfect pussy were barely covered by the short pink skirt, and it was paired with a pink garter belt, thong, and white stockings. On my feet were matching 6-inch high, pink, Fendi pumps. 

Once I was ready and Daddy saw me, he couldn’t help but have his way with me again. Then, he took me downstairs to one of the rooms in his basement and tied me up. Daddy forced my legs open then behind my head, he pulled my wrists behind my head too.

Continue reading “Jemma as Princess Peach” →

Tessa 1-844-332-2639 Ext. 445

“Tessa has a body that won’t quit.” Anyone who’s ever seen me will say that. In my recent years, I developed a phrase that I can’t get enough of. It’s called, Worshipping Tessa’s Sexy Physique is not only an honor, it’s a high of its own.

When I walk in the room, everyone notices me. It isn’t just my friendly face, it’s my sexy physique.

The other night you walked into the room, and I found myself having to pick up the saliva that was oozing down my face. You just looked so appetizing. It wasn’t just that. You walked up to me, barely able to look me in the eye, hesitating at first. Your height made me gush, as you’re so much taller, and so handsome and sexy. Biting my lip, I just looked up at you in awe. You slid your fingers on my side, lightly at first. That first touch made my entire body tingle. I almost lost it, but I think my face turned red at least. All I could think of was, “I hope he doesn’t take his fingers off my body”. And you didn’t.

Continue reading “Worshipping Tessa’s Sexy Physique” →

Kora 1844-332-2369 Ext.309

I am the CEO of MILF diner and I am serving a plate to a very attractive Ben who’s been admiring me since he walked in. It turns him on that I’m wearing a waitress outfit. I brought his plate to the table and Ben said nervously “Thank you so much, may I say that you are really beautiful.” Hearing Ben be so nice and complimenting it made me very tempted so I said “Thank you so much no one has ever been this sweet.” Ben smiles at me and I told him “I get off in 5 minutes How about you meet me in 5?” Ben agrees and begins eating his food promptly. Later on, I close MILF diner and Ben is outside waiting for me. I walked toward Ben and said “I can’t believe you waited for me.” Ben looked at me and said, “Of course, I waited, it’s late and I would never let a lady walk alone.” I reply “Walk me home Ben and I want you to fuck

Continue reading “Kora’s Kinky Car Fuck” →

Jemma – 1844-332-2639 ext 303

By now, you may have realized I grew up with some privilege and a rich Daddy. Now, people ask me about my dad a lot, he was a workaholic, and he was around, sometimes, but Daddy worked constantly. 

Of course, coming from money, Daddy didn’t want me to settle for a lifestyle downgrade. So, he thought he’d set me up with someone named James. 

The problem was, that I had already fallen for a guy named Blake. Now, Blake was a little rough around the edges. He had a lot of tattoos that he had done himself, and he was from the wrong side of the tracks. Literally, I had to drive over train tracks when I went to his house. 

For a while, Blake and I had been fucking at my dad’s house in secret. If Daddy caught us, he would be so mad. 

This morning, I am in the shower fucking myself with my waterproof vibrator and cuming so hard thinking about Blake. Secrets are so sexy. 

Blake was coming over later and I had a surprise for him.

Continue reading “Jemma as Princess Jasmine” →

Prance This Way

Robotic Rita 1844-332-2639 Ext 413

Prance on over here, Sissy girl. I know how hard it is for you, sissy sluts and crossdressers. All you think about and wish to discuss is clothing, make-up, and being girlie. However, you can’t share that side of yourself with anyone in your life. You have to hide it, and that crushes your glittery soul, doesn’t it?

Don’t worry! That’s exactly what sex doll best friends are for!

Continue reading “Prance This Way” →

Mila 1-844-332-2639 Ext. 220

Do you know who looks good in lace panties? Trick question! It’s everyone. That is why my sissies are so special to me. Always showing up in a new pair of panties they found in the lingerie section. And they bring me some too, obviously. That’s what sissies are good for. Almost like personal shoppers and fuck toys. What more could a lady ask for? I had a closeted sissy send me some cute panties they picked out just for me! Shopping out and thinking of me? How kind! They sent me a picture of their screen picking out what they would send me next.

Continue reading “Sissies Buy Me Panties” →

Jemma – 1844-332-2639 ext 303

Addicted to money, I’ll do just about anything for it. Even work as a maid.

One winter, I got a job as a maid for a couple across town, I was broke. Well, not that broke but too broke for Chanel, which is reason enough to work harder.

Surprisingly, I wasn’t working for a large family, I was working for a young couple. This couple was hilarious to me.

I’ll illustrate why.

On my first day on the job, I could tell right away, that the wife was a stuck-up vanilla prude. Her husband, Zachary was so hot and attractive. Zachary seemed to be so much more laid back and carefree. How the two of them ended up together is beyond me.

Overhearing a hilarious conversation, this is how it went. Standing at the kitchen sink, washing dishes, I overhear Zachary saying to his wife Molly, “I’m so excited for our anniversary tomorrow. I bought you something special in anticipation that I’m hoping you’ll like”.

Zachary then pulls out a pink gift-wrapped Victoria’s Secret box. I could not wait to see what was inside.

Continue reading “Jemma The Naughty Maid” →

Sensual Exploration

Ronnie 1844-33-CANDY Ext 443

I have a Twitter crush. Stalking his feed constantly isn’t enough; I have resorted to fantasizing about him at all hours of the day. Waiting and watching for more content so I can touch myself to his image. He’s the hottest man alive, and I dream about what it would be like to touch him. Not just hip but his body.

Recently, I’ve been dreaming of taking off his shirt and laying beside him. I want to trace my fingertips over his pecs and down the valley between his abs. His lean, defined body is perfection, as if he carved it from stone and my personal desires. He’s perfect. I ache to know the sounds he’d make during my sensual exploration.

Continue reading “Sensual Exploration” →

Jemma – 1844-332-2639 ext 303

Honestly, I cannot believe that Adam’s multi-million dollar Lamborghini does not have the same self-driving capabilities as a Tesla does. Totally understand that’s something unique to Teslas. All I’m trying to say is when you spend a few million on a car, the least it can do is drive for you. However, there is no better car to fuck in than a Tesla, at least in my opinion.

Luckily for me, Ben drives a Tesla Model X Plaid. Gosh, I really am such a lucky little slut.

Now Ben already told me he was picking me up and was in the mood to get fucked. Lucky again, so was I.

Wanting to look as hot and easy as possible, I needed to decide what to wear.

Finally, I decided on a short blue body-con dress. This dress was perfect, it was strapless and barely covered anything. In addition, I paired it with knee-high tan leather boots and my tan-coloured Louis Vuitton satchel.

Ben’s Tesla was black with a black and white leather interior. Finally, when he arrived, he was blasting my favourite R&B Spotify playlist, “Rap Caviar”. 

Continue reading “Jemma’s Tesla Fuck” →

Mila 1-844-332-2639 Ext. 220

Peeping Toms are everywhere. You never get to see them most of the time, because they’ve gotten that good at being pervs. If a lady ever thinks her life is seeming a little tame, no weird guys hitting on her. Like, a hundred percent of the time it’s because she has become a target of a group of goons. It always sounds so eighties but I swear, it is still a thing. A lot of them do the classic peeping in windows or hiding in the bushes to watch ladies get in their cars or walk to work. Little stalkers.

Continue reading “Are You A Peeping Tom?” →