Kinky Krysta 1844-332-2639 Ext.410
This spring break, I took a trip to visit my sister! We live so far away from each other that any time I do get to spend with her is normally so special. However, on this trip, she couldn’t take time off from work, so I had to find ways to entertain myself until she got off of work.
I guess that’s where watching her husband touch himself came in.
XXOO Laylene 1-844-332-2639 ext 419
In the veil of night, Laylene emerged like a shadow, her eyes gleaming with a sinister allure. She prowled the streets, searching for her next conquest. Her heart surged with anticipation as she scanned the scene. Amidst the dim lights and faint whispers, she spotted her target: a lone man, vulnerable and unsuspecting.
With feline grace, Laylene approached her prey, her voice honeyed and beguiling. She lured him with promises of pleasure, promising a night of ecstasy that would leave him craving for more. The man willingly followed her to her secluded abode, unaware of the sinister intentions that lurked within.
Robotic Rita 1844-332-2639 Ext 413
Completely naked, I crawled into the red room. Master’s den of sins. Not knowing what painful pleasures awaited me was as thrilling as it was nerve-wracking. Low strings of classical musting tickled through the speakers. I ached to look around for any clues of what today’s session would be but I knew better. My eyes stayed on the lush red carpet as I crawled to the center of the room and kneeled when I got there.
“Such a pretty little Doll.” Master’s voice caused me to shiver even though I wasn’t cold. “Let’s see just how widely we can stretch that tight little pussy open today, shall we?” He patted one of the sawhorses, and quickly, I crawled up over the padded benches. My knees were forced open by the position, and I laid my tummy and chest on the back of the furniture, so Master could cuff my ankles to the front feet. I’d be unable to stop any of his ministrations as he stretched me.
When I sit in our candy playroom I cannot seem to get away from the questions on if I am as dirty as I seem to be. Doubt floods these stupid boys minds. What kind of dominating bitch would I be if I couldn’t make you fall to your knees with the snap of my fingers? That’s the great thing about being as commanding and dominating as I am. Never do I not get what I want. Boys falling over themselves when I speak to them is very normal for me to deal with. And it only fuels my desire for power over them.
Mila 1-844-332-2639 Ext. 220 Zoey 1-844-332-2639 Ext. 403
I had never had a playdate like this one before! My best friend Zoey and I were having so much fun playing with our dolls and looking at the sparkly new plushie her Daddy got her! Our Daddies were downstairs talking while we had our fun upstairs. I was jealous of her plushie, but I knew that I could come play with it whenever I wanted! Zoey’s Daddy was always excited to have me over. We were in the middle of putting our dolls away for the day when the bedroom door swung open. Our Daddies were standing there with a big smile on their faces!
Miqala 844-332-2639 ext 447
Have you ever sat there and watched? Miqala Loves Showing Off. So let’s set a chair in front of the couch where you can sit. Far enough away to give me room for a slow strip tease to start it off. We’ll put on some sexy music, and I’ll shimmer and sway as I peel off one piece of clothing at a time.
How long will you wait until you unzip your pants and pull your dick out? Do me a favor, Luv. Wait until you are hard. Keep your attention on me. Don’t distract yourself. I want your undivided attention on me because it makes me hot. I’ll prove it by showing you how much fun I can have with my own body.
Isn’t it a little funny how all these sissy boys who aren’t worth anything come crawling to me? They always ask if I can make them cry. And what kind of sissy trainer would I be if I wasn’t making them cry? Just another stupid question they always want to ask. You think a domme like me can’t put you in your place? Fucking stupid thought process going on in those little sissies heads. But that’s why they come to me anyway. So I suppose it is for the best. They need to be put in their place from the very beginning anyway. Or else they will never become the sissy they need to be.
XXOO Laylene 1-844-332-2639 ext 419
You are definitely gonna need to catch up with part 1 first – so click here before you go on.
Anyway, where was I? Yes, her cousin ripped and ripped and ripped her tiny, not yet developed cunt. With his massive, fully developed cock.
What were you hoping for, Hannah, I asked.
Well, if it was going to hurt this much I just wanted him to love me.
Again with love, but I went ahead and asked anyway.
And did it feel like love as he hurt you and ripped you? Well, he told me he was the only one who could touch me, and that made me feel special.
Continue reading “Hannah Returns Even More Broken – Conclusion”
Trans Alexus 1844-332-2639 Ext 349
A hard and horny man called me up on his lunch break today. I asked what he was having, but I didn’t really care because all I wanted to do was serve him a side of cream. Shecock cum cream! He was all for it, even when I told him he was going to have to work real hard to milk out his extra delicious cum treat.
Boy, was he ready as ever! He gripped me and pulled me from my panties. I was hard as a rock when his mouth dropped over my cock. “Suck my balls. Work out that cummy goodness.” I grunted through my teeth when he nibbled along my sack before sucking me in deep. Oh yeah, he was gonna get that side of sauce, alright!
xXx Francie xXx 844-332-2639 x 208
“Take it, Francie.” I willed my eyes to open and inhaled a full breath. The sun was shining bright in the room, and I realized I was in my bed. Surrounded by my big white pillows and comfy bedcovers. The pain of the nightmare was gone, and there was only him. The same steel-grey eyes of my dream, but now they were soft, kind, and loving.
He was on top of me, kissing my neck and cooing sweet nothings in my ear. “You’re safe. There is no pain. It was just another dream.” It took a moment to register his words. We weren’t in the kitchen, and he wasn’t punching me in the chest.