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Timmy's Tantrum

Valerie 1844-332-2639 Ext 243

I scanned the field as I walked closer to the stands. The new guy I’ve been seeing plays on this co-ed softball team against other local businesses every Wednesday night. They get hot and sweaty, then after the game, go to the pub around the corner from the field to grab a few cold ones. Timmy takes softball VERY seriously.

He’s the guy who organizes the practices, schedules the games with the other teams, and is their star batter. The man is swoon-worthy when dominating the diamond, but at home, he’s just my wittle Timmy. At home, he can’t tie his shoes or catch a ball! He’s far too wittle for big boy things like that, never mind playing a game with the big kids or knowing how to use the potty. Softball and I are two parts of his life that Timmy would prefer never to collide. That’s why I’ve decided to crash his game tonight and be the best sports mom he never knew he wanted.

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Popping Boys- Vore Party

Francie 1844-332-2639 xXx 208

Attending Vore parties is so exciting. One of my girlfriends has black market access to shrunken boys, and when the girls and I party, she orders them by the dozens. We pop boys like some sluts pop pills. Getting high on the feeling of crunching them between our teeth and swishing them around our mouths with our tongues.

We often get so hot devouring them that we end up making out with our little snacks between our lips. You know what happens after girls start kissing.

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Trinity 1-844-332-2639 ext 285

Locker room secrets huh? They say what happens in the locker room stays in the locker room, but baby, I don’t keep secrets when they taste this good. He was always lingering after practice — all that fake swagger and quiet stares when he thought I wasn’t looking. But I knew. The way his eyes dropped to my thighs when I stretched. The way his mouth opened just slightly when I tied my shoes. He wanted to be told what to do. And I was more than ready to show him how that worked.

So that night, when everyone else had cleared out, I cornered him — fresh out the shower, towel barely hanging on, still damp and smelling like soap and nerves. “You always look this flustered when you’re around me?” I asked, stepping close enough that his back hit the lockers. He opened his mouth, but no words came out. Just that pretty little gulp.

I slid my fingers up his chest, slow, watching his skin react to every inch of contact. “Drop the towel.” He obeyed. Good boy. His cock was already hard — twitching, eager, waiting to be claimed. I pressed my palm against it and Continue reading “Locker Room Secrets” →

Slutty Boys

Avery 1-844-332-2639 ext. 228

If women can get makeovers whenever they want, then why can’t you slutty boys? I know you’ve been flipping through the girly magazines lately and wishing you could look like the girls that grace the pages.

You slutty boys are just as worthy as us when it comes to some feminization fun. But please know that your sissy makeover isn’t just a one-time thing. You need to keep things fresh and get your look updated often if you expect to pull more cock than ever before. Since that’s what we both want for you I’m more than happy to help with a summer style update so we can make 2025 the summer of sex.
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Mistress Gets What Mistress Wants pt3

Kayla Cumsalot 1844-33-CANDY Ext 357

Pt2

I walked to the big desk in my office and pointed to the surface. “Bend over this. Chest flat on the surface and hands holding the edge.” My big boy didn’t hesitate. He bent right over, watching my every move. I pulled my strapon out of the bottom drawer, and his eyes grew huge.

“Oh my god, are you serious?” He quivered. I ignored him as I removed my dress and buckled the harness over my hips. Standing behind my desk in only my thigh highs, heels, and bra, I stroked the floppy eight-inch dildo and tapped it against his mouth.

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TS Alexus 844-332-2639 EXT 349

Have things become stale? Are you struggling to enjoy things you once did yet can’t find a way to improve or shake things? I know just what you need to do in order to bring that spice back into your everyday life. You need to have an affair with a shemale side chick.

Sure, you could just have the same type of affair as every man in your situation. Maybe some hot young thing that gets your heart pumping like when you were in your youth, but you’ll quickly get bored with just another pussy. Trust me; I see it all the time. A successful older man burning through shank after shank trying to fill the void those vapid sluts aren’t capable of fulfilling. The kind of girl you’re looking for is right here, baby.

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Out Of Order

Goddess Rita 1844-332-2639 Ext 413

Memorial Day BBQs can get pretty wild! Sun shining, drinks flowing, and the grill fired up made for a lot of people needing to use the bathroom. My poor little potty just couldn’t keep up with the demand, and it stopped flushing! I was in a bit of a panic! At least fifty people were at my house chugging bottles and stuffing their faces with burgers and hot dogs! With only one nonworking bathroom, I was going to have a huge problem.

At least, I thought I was, till I remembered my little toilet slave was attending the BBQ! I ran over to where he sat at the edge of the pool, chatting and laughing like his tongue wasn’t casually used as toilet paper for me whenever I felt the need. I grabbed his elbow and yanked him up. “Come on! Duty calls.”

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Cory

Cory 1-844-332-2639 ext 407

Mr. Harrison, a client I’d only heard whispers about, watched me with an unnerving intensity. He was older, distinguished, with eyes that held a mixture of boredom and simmering amusement. This was my first session with him, and already, I felt like I’d stepped into a different dimension.

“Honey,” he’d instructed, his voice a low rumble. “Something undeniably, gloriously sticky.” My pantry offered few options at that hour. I grabbed the honey, the golden liquid thick and viscous in the bottle. Its sweetness suddenly felt cloying, almost threatening. The air in the room crackled with anticipation. Another woman, Julie, stood across from me, her face a mask of professional detachment. “Mr. Harrison has a challenge for you, Julie,” he announced, his gaze shifting between us.

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sexy

Amber 1-844-332-2639 ext 404

The chime of the church door seemed to echo the conflict within me. Sister Agatha’s words about resisting temptation, about the sanctity of marriage, still hung in the air as I stepped out into the cool night. My women’s group was a haven, a weekly affirmation of my faith and my commitment to Thomas.

Then I saw him. He was emerging from the pub across the street, laughter spilling out around him and his friends. He was a silhouette at first, broad shoulders and a confident stride. But as he turned, the streetlight caught his face – sharp jawline, eyes that crinkled at the corners even when he wasn’t smiling, and a shock of unruly dark hair. He was magnificent. And he was looking directly at me.

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Trinity 1-844-332-2639 ext 285

I was used in the back of the limo. He told me not to wear panties to the gala. I obeyed. All night, I played the part—smiling, sipping champagne, talking politics—while he kept one hand on my lower back and whispered what he was going to do to me. I couldn’t resist but I kept my composure. I was not going to break character.

Everyone watched us like we were royalty. No one knew how filthy I was underneath that gown. When the driver opened the back door of the limo, I slid in first. My dress rose up to my hips. He didn’t wait. He followed, shut the divider, and dragged me onto his lap like I was nothing but his toy. “I’ve been patient all night,” he growled. “Now open your mouth.” He unzipped himself. I dropped to the floor. The driver was still up front. The thrill? Insane.

He used me fast and rough, gripping my hair, face-fucking me while the city lights flickered past. Then he pulled me up, bent me over the seat, and shoved into me from behind, one hand choking me, the other pressing my face to the window. People Continue reading “Used in the Back of the Limo” →