Avery 1-844-332-2639 ext. 228
This is the last time I better catch you going into my panty drawer! I knew someone was sneaking into my room, sniffing and them shooting loads in my dirty panties. But I had no idea it was you.
Now that I’ve caught you in my panty drawer there’s no denying it on your part. Especially since I took pictures of you sniffing them when you weren’t looking. I wonder who I should send them to…?
Sherry 1844-332-2639 ext 399
It’s late and it was a long day. A day full of meetings makes the mind go a little crazy. I needed to unwind and get rid of the day. I got home took a hot shower, got in my comfy clothes, poured a glass of wine, and crawled in bed with a good book.
As I was getting settled in for the night, the calls started coming in. Seriously just 15 minutes to myself is that asking to much? I sat there listening with my eyes closed because I knew my boss would be furious for not answering. And there he was, calling me so desperately. I closed my eyes and just focused. Oh, we know what you want. Your thoughts are so vivid for her.
Jade 1844-332-2639 ext 371
I drove around the city just thinking as I got control of myself. We will probably never see each other again. I finally told the taxi driver to take me home. Traffic was busy and congested as usual.
Finally home and time to relax. I fixed myself a glass of wine and changed into something comfortable. All of a sudden I heard a knock at my door and there he was standing.
Kayla Cumsalot 1844-332-2639 x 357
In his hidden room, I lay naked on a dirty, sweat-stained mattress. I don’t know where he is or who he might be with, but I do know that he’ll be back. He always comes back for me. How long I’ve been here, I couldn’t say. Hours turned to days, and days felt as though they had passed into months. No one will find me here in his hidden room.
The bruises from when he took me no longer grace my skin but instead are replaced with the chaffing from the cuffs that keep me chained just A few feet from my mattress. I know it pleases him that I no longer cry at the sight of him. Instead, I can usually hold my tears in now until he gets too rough.
Zesty Zoey 1-844-332-2639 Ext 403
No one understands how hard it is to be a slut. I am constantly hungry for cock. Constantly needing to have my fuck holes stuffed and dripping with cum. Please! I’m begging you! I need you to fuck me! But I don’t need you to be a gentleman. I need you to grab me and pound me and call me a whore. Tell me I’m a filthy slut and use me like a rented car. I ache for you to make me do every depraved and disgusting sex act you’ve ever dreamed of making a woman do to and for you.
Julie 1844-332-2639 Ext 453
“A man has needs Dr. Julie” Derek whispers, as if he feels guilty. He begins to open up to me, and he tells me that his wife grew up in a very strict, religious family. She feels like sex is sinful unless it’s for reproduction. They met when they were teenagers, married young, and went on to reproduce eleven times in fifteen years. He confides that the sex was always missionary, and purely intercourse. But at least he was getting something. It’s been ten years since she’s had any desire for sex. She sees no reason for it. To have sex for enjoyment alone wasn’t an option. He doesn’t even think she’s ever had an orgasm. But he feels guilty fantasizing about sex, and he even thought about going to a Happy Ending Massage Parlor once. Although he could never really do such a thing. He can’t even masturbate because she has made him feel so bad about his sexual desires. I assured him that his feelings, needs, and desires were all natural, and he had absolutely no reason to feel guilty. Orgasms are healthy and necessary for the body. They build the immune system and help prevent diseases.
Diana 1-844-332-2639 Ext. 248
It’s funny that you think your miniscule prick could satisfy me. Look at it. So small and pathetic. You don’t even deserve to look at my pictures, let alone trying to make me cum. Your small penis deserves only ridicule and derision.
Try and make it hard for me. Will I even be able to tell? Doubt it. My thumb is more fulfilling than that scrawny excuse for a cock.
In fact, we shouldn’t even be calling it a cock. It’s a clitty. Your clitty is worthless unless it’s caged and even then you’re lucky that I even consider caging that silly thing.
Rachel 1844-332-2639 Ext 457
I was babysitting Mr. Stinky Pampers when my friends invited me to the mall. I didn’t want to miss out on the fun so I decided to just take him with me. Before we could get out the door, I smelled a stinky diaper! I had to change him and I doused him with baby powder so that he would smell good. It would be so embarrassing if he was stinky at the mall, in front of my friends.
When we got there, I could see my friends at the food court. I was holding Stinky’s hand, and he was waddling right beside me like a little cutie patootie. And when my friend’s saw him waddle up, they thought he was the most adorable little thing ever. They were all taking turns holding him and telling him how cute he was. Then all of a sudden, a horrible stinky smell started coming from his diaper. I was so embarrassed and so were my friends. The smell quickly started permeating the entire food court. People started sniffing and looking around for where it was coming from.
Jade 1844-332-2639 ext 371
It was late and I wanted to relax. I decided to take the subway and go downtown. There were places open to eat and I wanted to see the downtown lights.
I finally arrived downtown. I enjoyed a hookah lounge and walked around enjoying the sights and sounds.
It was getting late and I needed to head home. I decided to take the subway again. It was a little crowded but that’s okay. I found a seat in the back. I sat there watching everyone. Some were tired, some were just starting their night shift, and some were out to have a good time.
Trans Alexus 1844-332-2639 Ext 349
The used rubber was so stretched out by the time I fit it around the third sissies cock; I had to pinch the base with my fingers and hold it tight as her little clitty was plunged into the filled end of the condom. The sissy arched up into my touch as my other hand began to stroke her. “You’ll add to the load, little girl,” I hissed as I jerked her faster—the other two, waiting for their turn, watched with drool spilling from their outstretched tongues.
“Yes, Mistress!” The sissy being pumped whimpered. It didn’t take long till she was screaming for permission to cum into the condom as the last three had.