Under Female Supervision

Valerie 1844-332-2639 Ext 243

When boys are in trouble, I’m a true believer in making the punishment fit the crime. One of my bad little boys has been busted, touching himself in the shower! Such a naughty little perv! His Mom and I decided that his punishment for the next three months would be to only jerk off under female supervision!

He pouted and cried, saying that that would be humiliating and embarrassing, but he had no idea just how bad it would actually be. His mom works so much, it isn’t like he’d be able to ask her to supervise a jerk-off session, and well, I can be a bitch. So I would make sure I wasn’t always available when he was horny.

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For The Love Of Daisy Dukes

Ronnie 1844-33-CANDY Ext 443

Chad was visiting the farm on a lovely spring morning when I was wearing my favorite Daisy Dukes. Like most boys, Chad couldn’t keep his eyes off the scrap of denim tugged up between my legs that I was calling shorts. However, I could tell the reason he was staring wasn’t the same as most of the other boys.

When I wore my daisy dukes, all the farmhands wanted to get in, but I could tell Chad wanted to be in them without me. I devised a little plan to give him just what he wanted.

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Kinky Krysta 1844-332-2639 Ext.410

Okay, like farts are gross, but everyone does it. If you don’t do it, you can get sick! I’d read it was bad to hold in farts, so when I was on a date with this dude Ian, I just let it rip. We were on the couch, sharing a blanket, watching a movie. It was kind of an intense part of the movie, and I didn’t want to miss it by getting up to excuse myself and toot in the bathroom. Remembering that everyone does it, and some guys even like it, I took the risk!

I leaned away from Ian and pushed out that fart that I hoped would be silent and destructive. Instead, it was loud AF! Ian looked at me in shock as the blowback from my asswind pushed against his leg. “Krysta? Did you fart?”

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Horny  Rhonda 844-332-2639 ext 446

Think you can handle me? I’m looking for a Real Man Accomplice for a good hard fuck. I’ve had nothing but cucks, sissies, and faggots, for a while, so I need someone who thinks he can handle me as an equal.

My body craves touch. I am a sensation junkie, so I want those big, strong, manly hands caressing my body, cupping my tits, playing with my pussy. I want it hard and fast, so make sure you have a cock to please me. Anything less than 9 inches need not bother me. I want something big and thick. Something I’ll feel pounding into my guts as my pussy quivers and clenches you tightly.

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I adore Using My Queening Chair. It helps to separate me from the sissy tongue and face I am using for my pleasure or comfort. I don’t want to look down and see a loser, sissy, or cuck licking me. It ruins the mood. Besides, slaves and subs are beneath me.

This method reinforces it. I hope you realize the privilege it is to lick any and all that drips from my cunt and ass. You never know what you might receive while you are down there. It comes with the privilege of licking Mistress. I believe it will enhance your servitude to be my catch-all.

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vagina

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

I mean, what good is a new slutty little vagina if it’s not going to get used and abused? Tami’s mommies’ didn’t put it together to look pretty or sit on display. No, no, no. It was theirs for the taking, Tami’s slutty new little vagina.  They had to teach Tami to take cock like a good girl should. She was going to learn today, she was going to take it in every hole her mommies made her, and there was nothing she could do about it. Little Tami, with her sopping wet vagina. Mommy’s little whore, Mommy’s good girl, Mommy’s little slut, and Mommy’s little bitch.

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Alex 1-844-332-2639 Ext. 425

I have had some calls recently that made me really, really horny. So many of you dirty men who want me to post you all over, telling everyone how pathetic your little cock is. The whole world available to see how pathetic you are. The dirtier you are, the more fun I have. But can you even imagine if someone you knew stumbled upon that picture and knew it was you? Oh my. Your cock is probably hard just thinking about that, because you secretly want them to know don’t you. Ah, what silly little games you play with the stability of your life.

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Unicorn Races With Mistress Alexus and Mistress Alex Part Three

Trans Alexus 1844-332-2639 Ext 349

Our boys were staggered, so her’s was closest to her, then mine, hers, and finally mine. They couldn’t see, thanks to their latex unicorn masks, were anally stuffed with heavy plugs, and wore clunky, impossible shoes. All while naked and sporting some seriously hard erections from the impending humiliation.

“If one of mine wins, he can join us in your bed this evening!” Alex kicked her feet playfully and added, “Actually, whoever wins can, and all that loses will be put in chastity and made to kneel while you and I please the winner.”

“How’s that for motivation?” I used my riding crop to trace the head of one slave’s dripping erection, and they clogged their hoofs in unison.

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school

Anna 844-332-2639 EXT. 203

Mommy got a call from school. The teacher said that you had sworn at her and that you had an accident. This time around, the teacher had no spare clothes and demanded that mommy come get you. Mommy Anna threw on her high heels, grabbed her purse and lit a cigarette. She got in her car and drove so fast she almost got pulled over on the way to the school. When Mommy arrived, she was everything but happy.

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Tessa 1-844-332-2639 Ext. 445

That teeny tiny clitty; what in the world do you do with it anyways? He walked right up to me, the guy who owned it, and he pulled it out so that I could see. He was wearing a trench coat. If you’re going to be proud of something, let it be your 8 or 9 inch cock, the one that sluts can’t wait to get challenged by. He was creepy, first off. I had seen him checking me out, waiting to come over and talk with me way before he approached. The only thing left I could think to call it was a Teeny Tiny Clitty.

He opened his trench coat, and asked me if I wanted to see something that he wanted to show me. I looked at him, apprehensive the whole time. The look in my eyes was of curiosity, but also of fear. What was he going to show me? I couldn’t help but think about it. A guy wearing this outfit that he was, walking towards me, stalking me for minutes before. The suspense was driving me wild. And then it happened. Continue reading “That Teeny Tiny Clitty”