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Amber Chaperons Alexus' Professional Hypno-Therapy Part Three

Trans Goddess Alexus 1844-332-2639 Ext 349

Part two

One of Russel’s triggers is that his cock swells at the sound of my name. He also can not cum unless I demand it. This makes a very achy, blue-balled boy when he tries to avoid his hypnotherapy sessions. “Alexus, you’re so good.” Amber purred, which made Russel’s cock jump to attention.

“He has to do anything we say now.” I put down my notebook and stood up to grip Russel’s shoulders and lay him back on the chaise lounge.

“Must do anything, Mistress says,” Russel repeated in a daze.

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family fun

Amber 1-844-332-2639 ext 404

I walk into the kitchen, where you’re making lunch. Watching you, I can see the sweat on your back, the way your shirt clings to your skin. I walk up behind you, pressing my body against yours. “You know, I’ve been thinking about you all day, Paulie,” I announce. “The way your muscles flex as you move around the house, the way your jeans hug your ass. I’ve been wanting to fuck you for years, thinking about how good it would feel to have you inside me.”

You turn around, a smirk on your face. “Is that so?” you ask, your hands finding my hips. “And what makes you think I want to fuck you, Amber?” I grin, my hands moving to your chest. “Because I know you do,” I say, my fingers tracing the lines of your muscles. “I know you’ve been wanting to fuck me for years, just like I’ve been wanting to fuck you.”

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nephew

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Auntie Anna was baby sitting her naughty nephew. He thought that she wasn’t aware of his panty fetish, but she knew all along. Every time she’d go in the shower, he would proceed to raid her closet and steal at least one pair. Miss Anna’s carpet was so clean and perfectly vaccumed that she always noticed his footprints in the carpet pattern after he left. This time she had had enough.

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Warned

I’m the girl from the wrong side of the tracks. The one your Mama warned you about. I am every Mother’s worst fear for her precious little boy. When she thinks about him growing up and finding a wife, she prays it isn’t me.

She gets on her knees and begs that he’ll find a good, wholesome woman. Not a chain-smoking, cuss word-spewing, promiscuous bitch from the trailer park. However, you don’t want a wholesome woman, do you? Aching for me is just something you can’t help! Wanting the one your Mama warned you about, but are you man enough to keep me?

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Stephanie 844-332-2639 Ext 454

for B…

Now totally under his complete control I stayed still, lying on my back, waiting. He stepped out of his pants now crumpled on the floor. He had one knee on the edge of the bed as he stared down at me. I watched as he continued jerking himself. 

The center of attention I accidently giggled out loud. I quickly covered my mouth and cleared my throat pretending I never did. “There is nothing funny about this.” he said leaning over to turn on my bedside lamp. 

Illuminating him, now able to better see him. I stared and studied his angry face as he quickly slipped his hoodie back over his head and steadied himself on the edge of the bed, one knee on one leg off. 

“Those panties, take them off…slowly. Go slow.” I locked my thumbs onto the elastic waistline of my silk white panties and started sliding them down. I slid them down as told, slowly. Now down to my hips he watched closely, his breathing got heavier and heavier. Continue reading “Sex & Voyeurs pt. 2” →

tramp

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I am a tramp. Or, as some like to say, une femme de la rue. I wake up wherever I fall asleep – sometimes under a bridge, sometimes in a park, sometimes with a very confused gentleman next to me. Life is an adventure, no?

I hear the whispers. “She sells herself for a few coins, you know.” “A lady of the night, that one.” They say it with a little shudder, a little sniff of disgust. They think I do not hear, but my ears, they are sharp like claws.

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sissy blog

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It felt flattering at first, this intense desire to know me, every corner of my journey. He’d lean in, eyes wide and earnest, asking about the names and faces that came before him. “What was your first boyfriend’s name?” he’d ask, genuinely curious. “How old were you when you lost your virginity? What was that like?” He wanted details, not just broad strokes.

He wasn’t just curious about my experiences; it felt like he was studying them, absorbing every confession. When I mentioned I do phone sex, his interest spiked. “Why did you get into that? What was the wildest thing you ever did with a guy on a call? Or in real life?” His questions were relentless.

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cheater blog

Cory 1-844-332-2639 ext 407

The bathroom floor wasn’t exactly my usual five-star accommodation, but with Mark, you took what you could get. We were mid-whatever-it-was when the silence shattered. Not with a shout, but with the soft, deliberate click of a key in the front door, followed by an equally soft, yet ominous, closing. “Honey?” I whispered, because honestly, who else has an extra key to his ‘villa’? Mark froze. He panicked.

Then she was there, framed in the doorway, clutching a grocery bag. Honey, sweet Honey. Her eyes, usually warm and crinkly from years of smiling politely at my questionable garden gnome collection, were now like laser pointers, fixed squarely on me. Not him. Me. It was as if I was the primary exhibit in a very unscheduled, very nude art installation titled ‘Caught Red-Handed: A Neighborly Disaster.’

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pegging

Stella 1-844-332-2639 ext 322

I never thought I’d find myself in the position of managing a failing company, but there I was, ready to take on the challenge. The first order of business was to assess the staff, and it didn’t take long to realize that Chris was not pulling his weight. He had only been with the company a few weeks, but wow, he was bad at his job!

I called him into my office and told him that he was on thin ice. His eyes widened, and I could see the fear in them. But then, I had a change of heart. I told him that there was only one way to keep his job. He agreed that he wanted to stay, he liked his job and all. “Alright,” I said, “remove your clothes and get down on your knees.”

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Stephanie 844-332-2639 Ext 454

for B…

I knew he was watching me and I had a lot of fun with it. My second floor bedroom overlooked a small parking lot. This is where he would “hide” watching me. I got home after dark but I still half expected for him to be waiting there, watching. 

I turned on the light in my bedroom and stood in front of the window. I slipped my tank top over my head revealing my purple lace bra. Pilates class was more than rewarding, my body felt loose and limbs elongated. I peered out the window from the corner of my eye…was he there? Watching? 

After slipping my booty shorts down to my ankles, making sure to face my tight little ass towards the window. I stood slowly and then slipped my silk panties off. I turned, now facing the window again. My little pussy totally bare, I used my hands to run them over my thighs then slipped them behind me to remove my lace bra.

After taking off my bra I stood cupping my breasts before sliding my hands through my hair removing my hair tie.

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