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Julie 1-844-332-2639 Ext 453

After lunch it was time for our wine tasting excursion. We all piled into the limo with the driver and the tour guide. They drove us out to the wine country where rolling hills of grape vines stretched as far as the eyes could see. The wineries were each more beautiful than the last. Some were very sleek, modern, and massive. While others were very old world, tuscan, and charming. I lost count of how many we stopped at. But at the last one we actually got to stomp grapes. They had men there to help us get into the barrels and hold our hands while we stomped. Being at the end of our wine tour, they realized we had already done plenty of tasting. So they held on tight as we climbed in, two girls per barrel. I didn’t expect for the grapes to feel so good popping between my toes and releasing all of their juices all over my feet. The more I stomped, the wetter I got. And I’m not talking about my feet. I was getting so turned on.

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Cory 1-844-332-2639 ext 407

The forest floor trembled beneath my heavy steps as my gaze finally settled on the minuscule figure scurrying frantically between the moss-covered rocks. His frantic movements and high-pitched, unintelligible squeaks were a delightful contrast to my own immense size. I knelt down with a playful smirk, blocking his path with a single finger that was thicker than his entire body, and watched with immense amusement as he tumbled backward in a fit of panicked confusion.

I brought him up toward my face, pinching him gently between my thumb and forefinger so I could admire the way he kicked and struggled against my hold. He was such a frantic little thing! His eyes widened in utter disbelief as he realized exactly what kind of plaything he had become for the afternoon.

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Little Rachel 1*844*332*2639 Ext 457

I helped my new friend Brady transform into a beautiful girl named Brandy. Then I taught him how to suck and fuck dicks with my dildos. He was a natural. And he wanted more. It’s as if the dildos were just a tease for him. He wanted the real thing. And I knew just the person to give it to him. Jim, the biker I met at the breastaurant.

So I got Brandy all dressed up in a little slutty dress, lacy thong, and stripper heels. Of course she wanted full glam. So we did her hair and makeup. She looked fabulous.

When we arrived at Jim’s place, I could tell Brandy started getting nervous. But when she saw him, she really seemed terrified. She was visibly shaking so I took her hand to comfort her. Jim is very big and very intimidating. And as I learned at that moment, very dominating also. He took Brandy’s hand out of mine and put it on his dick. By the look on Brandy’s face it must have been huge and hard. Jim coaxed him down on his knees with a stern hand. Then he pulled his dick out. Huge was an understatement.

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Tara 1-844-332-2639 ext 323

There is something fun about having the whole house to yourself. No distractions, no noise, and no pressure to be anywhere else. I enjoy those quiet moments because they give me time to relax and enjoy my playful side.

After work, I usually change into something comfortable, make myself a drink, and turn on music that matches my mood. Some nights I dance around the kitchen while making food, and other nights I stay curled up in bed talking on the phone for hours.

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Little Rachel 1*844*332*2639 Ext 457

My friend and I had been waiting for this movie to hit theatres. And it was finally out. We thought what better way to spend a Sunday afternoon. When we got there, we couldn’t help but load up on popcorn, candy, and soda. Then we found a dark secluded corner. The theatre started filling up quickly though. Before we knew it, an older couple sat down beside us. They left one empty seat between the gentleman and myself. But you know my weakness for older men. It’s ridiculous how my pussy started getting wet instantly. But when the movie started, we were enthralled. I was so into it that I didn’t realize that I was basically giving my lollipop a blow job. When I saw the gentleman watching me out of the corner of his eye, I realized what I was doing. I could tell by the way he was squirming around in his seat that he was getting aroused. His wife was clueless. She couldn’t take her eyes off of the movie. So I decided to tease him some more, just for the thrill of it.

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Amber 1-844-332-2639 ext 404

As I stood at the grease-stained counter of Miller’s Auto, I knew this conversation wasn’t gonna go as planned. “Three hundred and forty dollars,” Dave said, not looking up from his ledger. He was a man composed entirely of callouses and indifference. “New alternator, labor, plus the diagnostic fee…tax…”

I looked at the counter, then at my hands. Three hundred and forty dollars was a fantasy. My bank account was a haunting echo of two-digit numbers and my rent was looming like a storm cloud. I thought about the rusted sedan in the bay behind him. It was my only tether to a job that was already dangling by a thread. Without that car, I was nothing. Without that car, I was back on the street.

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Kinky Kara 1-844-332-2639 ext 306

I loved being in charge. Being the boss gave me a sense of power like nothing before. I was the person who called all the shots. I told everyone what to do. Either they did as I said or they find another place to work. Normally, that is the way things worked at most companies. Typically, this is the way my office operated as well. That is, until this day. Today was different. I found myself working a little later than usual. I could tell most of the cubicles were empty, and 95 percent of my staff had gone for the day, except for my assistant. He usually came to offer his services one last time before heading out for the day. Today was not the same. Continue reading “Power Shift” →

Little Rachel 1*844*332*2639 Ext 457

It had been way too long since I had seen my sugar daddy. He had been out of town with his family for ten long days. I can’t believe we’ve been seeing each other for eight months now. I’ll never forget how my heart skipped a beat the first time I laid eyes on him. I felt like I was dreaming. He was too perfect to be real. When I met his beautiful wife, I wondered what he saw in me. Then I saw how she treated him. He’s not happy with her at all. He tells me that he wants me to wreck his home. When he fucks me, he tells me that he wants to impregnate and breed me. I love it so much.

I missed him so much while he was on vacation. So I decided to meet him at his office when he got in on Monday morning. He looked pleasantly surprised to see me. A huge smile bloomed across his face. His dick grew visibly harder through his slacks right before my eyes.

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Kinky Kara 1-844-332-2639 ext 306

 

I arrived at my new employer’s residence dressed in my sexy maid uniform and high-heeled stilettos. I was determined to be the best maid. I was greeted by the owner of the residence. He was a tall, handsome, dark-haired, middle-aged man. His eyes lit up like candles combing over my hot young body. He cleared his throat before speaking. I could tell from the looks of the house that he had a six-figure job. It was immaculate. I was slightly intimidated to have to clean such a massive mansion.  He adjusted his pants and gave me a tour of the enormous mansion.

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Amber 1-844-332-2639 ext 404

Guys, I’m starving. No, not for proteins or fiber or the sensible things people eat to keep their hearts beating. I’m starving for the velvet texture of a hot load of cum against the roof of my mouth. It’s not like I don’t get enough cock or anything. I mean, we all know I’m a certified whore! lol But the reality of my world is that I took this job because I’m a cumslut and simply can’t get enough cum (or cock) to satisfy my cravings!

I can taste it even now, a phantom saltiness, sometimes slightly bitter, sometimes slightly sweet. My jaw aches to be stretched wide enough to take a thick, long, juicy cock balls deep down my throat. It’s a physical hunger that can’t be silenced.

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