Anna 844-332-2639 EXT. 203
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.
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.’
Bethany1-844-33-CANDY ext 260
My sissy boyfriend was exploring his sexuality with me. He confided his darkest pleasures with me. We experimented. I ate his ass, pegged him from the back, and treated him like my girlfriend. After all, he was a sissy boy.
I bought him some anal beads from the sex shop. There with about 6 beads to a thread. The top bead was big and fat, and the sizes got smaller to the end of it. They were shiny and purple ( his favorite color.) I couldn’t wait to surprise him with. I knew he was gonna love it.
Amber 1-844-332-2639 ext 404
It was a typical Friday evening, and I was lounging on my couch, scrolling through my phone when Max’s name popped up on my screen. I hadn’t heard from him in years, not since our ill-fated relationship ended abruptly. My curiosity piqued, I answered the call. “Hey, Max,” I said, trying to sound casual. “What’s up?”
“Hey, babe,” he replied, his voice tinged with a hint of desperation. “I just wanted to apologize for what happened between us. I know I messed up, and I’ve been thinking about you a lot lately.” “Max, we both know why we broke up. I just couldn’t deal with your…” I paused for dramatic effect, “micro cock.” Max sighed heavily on the other end of the line. “I know, I know. But I’ve been working on myself, and I’ve been doing a lot of research on how to please a woman. I promise things will be different this time.”
Anna 844-332-2639 EXT. 203
Mommy Anna always believed that a Spanking a day kept a Naughty boy at bay. She was tempted to punish and spank her naughty boy EVEN when he was behaving for her. For she knew that it would only be a matter of time, before he was naughty again or that she would catch him doing something wrong.
Bethany 1 844-33-CANDY ext 260
I had him on his knees, face down ass up!! I slapped his face, “take it bitch.” He wailed out with excitement , he loved the way I was stroking him from the back, very roughly.
I flipped him around like he were my bitch (well he was.) I spit in his mouth. Slamming my strap on into his little asshole. He made faces that were incredible.
I punished him real good. Made him behave for mama. Good boy. He was behaving quite well. Maybe he deserves a treat.I turned around, roughly pulling on his cock.
1-844-33-CANDY ext 260
Bethany
I was his sultry dominatrix , and he was my sissy submissive slut. Brought him out of his shell, and helped him find confidence. So after a few months of play time, he stated to me that he couldn’t be my sissy slut, because he had found himself a new relationship. I actually had liked him, and I loved the fun we were having to be honest. Brought him out if his shell, and made him more confident.
I needed a rebound fling. I decided to go out, needed my fix for domination.
Anna 844-332-2639 EXT. 203 ☏ ☏ ☏ Zesty Zoey 1-844-332-2639 Ext 403
Naughty Ronnie and Zoey were playing downstairs in the basement. They began to wrestle, when suddenly Ronnie took a tumble into some old boxes. They happened to be shoe boxes, and to their surprise, they found all of Mommy Anna’s old shoes. They were all high heels, as that’s all she ever wore, especially when she was prowling for her next spanking victim.
1844-33-CANDY ext 260
I didn’t want to think it was jail bait cousin , Seth. It couldn’t be!! NO way! But, my intuition is never wrong. No wonder he is always looking at me very lustfully. It makes sense. Every day he is here, trying to somehow be around me, or in the same room as me. I catch him staring at my boobs, and my butt all the time. What a fucker. I had to catch him red-handed. Continue reading “The Dirty Panties Snatcher”
Belle 1844-332-2639 X 444
It was late when the FaceTime notification chimed through my phone. I was already snuggled in the covers, about to fall asleep, but swiped my thumb across the screen to accept the call. Brad was completely naked, in his bed, grinding his hard cock against his silk sheets.
“I miss you,” He grunted as he humped. The angle of the phone allowed me to watch his abs tense and his cock head smear precum along the softness of his sheets. My eyes rolled. He was so pathetically hard, and for what?