Robotic Rita 1844-332-2639 Ext 413
Oh, you have a bad case of body envy! I mean, it reeks. Most men look me over with sexual desire, but the green-eyed monster shines through your gaze. You don’t want to fuck my face or impregnate me. No, you want to be me. It’s obvious; I don’t understand how you’ve managed to hide your secrets from your wife for so long.
Is she just stupid, or does she not care about you at all? All the signs are there. Why can’t she see how badly you want to be a woman?
Amber 1-844-332-2639 ext 404
Mark, bless his heart, shifted nervously on the edge of my worn velvet chaise lounge. His eyes, usually bright with a hopeful glint, were now clouded with a desperate hunger. He thought I liked him. He truly did. And maybe, in some twisted way, I did. But mostly, I liked the way the crisp hundred-dollar bills felt between my fingers after our sessions.
I moved with a practiced grace, as my many years of dance lessons finally started to pay off. I circled him slowly, my fingertips trailing lightly over the fabric of his neatly pressed shirt. He flinched at my touch, a tremor running through his body. He was so easy to control, a marionette dancing to the tune of my whispered commands. The rules were clear, etched in unspoken agreement between us. He could pump. He could stroke. But he could never, ever cum. He couldn’t touch me, but I could touch him. I was the conductor of this bizarre symphony of frustration, and he was my willing, albeit tormented, instrument. Nothing more than a plaything…A pet.
TS Alexus 844-332-2639 EXT 349
I know you’re nervous about being with me sexually. You claim to be really into me yet for some reason, you aren’t sure if you can fuck a chick with a dick. Relax. It’s not like I’m going to force it on you. Mostly, I’m like every other woman you know. My skin is soft and smells like floral body wash. These tranny breasts are round and firm against your chest when we hug. My ass fits in your hand as you squeeze me close to you like any other woman.
And anal is the same with me as it is with every other girl. Except maybe there is a little more dangling bits for you to play with when you reach around me.
Aynsley 1-844-332-2639 Ext. 459
The heat is sweltering, the days seem to stretch on forever, and all I can think about is sucking dick. My name’s Aynsley and I’m a cute little thing with a petite frame, perky tits, and a tight little pussy that’s always dripping wet. But let’s get to the good stuff. I’m a total cum slut and I live for sucking cock. I’ll lick it like a popsicle ALLLLL DAY!
It’s my absolute favorite thing to do. I love every minute of it. The feel of a thick shaft sliding over my tongue, the salty taste of pre-cum leaking out, the helpless groans of pleasure that spill from a man’s lips as I worship his cock. Mmm, just thinking about it is making me so fucking horny.
Rachel 1*844*332*2639 Ext 457
It was bikini week at work. All the girls were so excited. We even got to take a dip in the pool while we were working if we wanted to. I had no idea that the customers were going to get so crazy though. They were grabbing our asses and asking us to flash our tits. I mean don’t get me wrong; the customers are always crazy and pretty bold. But they were extra. I guess they can’t handle seeing hot, young girls in bikinis, lol. There were a couple of guys that were being very flirty. They were sitting at the bar. I couldn’t help but notice how they kept watching me, whispering to each other, and laughing. But we were really busy, and I was focused on my tables. I forgot all about them until I saw them later. They were outside by the pool. Of course they were belligerent. But again, I went about my business. I was trying to finish up with a couple of tables so that I could go on break. And as soon as I did some of the girls were asking me to go into the pool with them.
Belle 1844-332-2639 X 444
Prom is supposed to be a magical experience! Dressing up like a Princess to dance all night with my friends until my feet hurt. Then my handsome Prince is supposed to whisk me off to a lookout somewhere and deflower me in his Daddy’s car. Only that isn’t what happened!
My fucking Prince got wasted on spiked punch and passed out in the boys bathroom. His teammates drove us home, and I was left to end my Prom night with mascara tear streaks down my face and my virginity still intact. I wobbled into the house, carrying my high heels in one hand and wiping my eyes with the other. Tears blurred my vision so much that I walked right into my Daddy’s chest.
Diana 1-844-332-2639 Ext. 248
It was a hot Saturday afternoon at my neighbor’s summer BBQ. Little did I realize the naughty fun that awaited me that fateful day.
I arrived in a short red sundress that hugged my curvy figure, showing off my ample cleavage and long legs. The moment I stepped out of my car, I caught the eye of Chad, the tall, muscular guy next door. He was grilling up burgers and gave me a sly wink as I walked over. “Well hello there, gorgeous,” he said smoothly, eyeing me up and down. “Welcome to the party.”
I blushed and thanked him, feeling his strong hand brush against mine as he handed me an ice cold beer. The rest of the guys were gathered around the yard, their tank tops glistening with sweat in the summer heat. There was Jared, the reserved bookish type with glasses. And then there was Ryan and Shane, the mischievous twin brothers always up to no good.
Lea 1844-332-2639 Ext. 244
My hands rubbed together, clapping the excess chalk from my palms. I watched my competition bounce into the ring. Zesty Zoey. She might be a small bundle of energy, but she’d been making waves in the community for the power behind her strikes. She’s been known to knock girls off their feet when her firece hand meets their ass. The MC rambles off her impressive stats as the crowd gets to their feet. They are as ready for action as I am.
She’s no taller than a minute, but she sizes me up confidently. We are both wearing our sponsored crop tops and matching thongs. My tits probably weigh as much as she does but im not dumb enough to underestimate her. I give her a nod, which she returns, and then the referee stands between us for the coin toss. Zoey calls heads, and he flips the shiny coin to the back of his hand. Tails. I slap first. Zoey grips the ropes and bends over. Her feet braced for impact, but she wiggles for the crowd. Her little butt jiggles and my palm twitches. “Whenever youre ready, Lea.” The referee announces.
*LUCY* 844-332-2639 xxx- 221
How many of you have been waiting months now to get your sissy summer makeover? You’re so over your boring winter hair and are ready for some summer fun, aren’t you.
Well then, why do you keep denying yourself of the pleasure of a sissy summer makeover? If you know that you were meant to be a sissy slut then why are you so scared? You need to just take a deep breath, get ready to finally accept who your true self is and do this with me.
Cory 1-844-332-2639 ext 407
Daniel had been hinting for weeks. Little comments about my strength, lingering eye contact that held a shade too much heat. I’m not blind. And honestly? I was curious. We were finishing up his last session when he dropped the bomb. “So, Cory,” he said, winded after I finally let him cum, “I was wondering…you ever, uh…you know…” He trailed off, a blush creeping up his neck. I smirked. “Peg someone?” I finished for him. He nearly spit out his water.
“I…well, yes. I’ve always been curious about what that would feel like.” Daniel was a handsome guy, all sculpted muscle and nervous energy. The thought of taking control and ass fucking him was more than appealing. “I wouldn’t complain if you wanted to explore that one together,” I admitted, figuring honesty was the best policy. His eyes widened. “Really?”