Category: Sex in Public

Shoe Fetish

Julie 1844-332-2639 Ext 453

My shoe fetish started as a young girl. One of my first memories was trying to steal my friend’s shoes because they were the first heels I had ever seen for little girls. They were white wedge sandals. I was so sad when I had to give them back.

Ever since then I just can’t pass up a cute pair of heels! I think it may be an addiction! Just yesterday I found myself headed towards the mall as if I didn’t have power over my own body. I knew I didn’t NEED any more shoes but the thought made me so wet.

By the time I got there I had to take my drenched panties off and leave them in the car. The excitement was building as I was walking to entrance. The cool breeze was swirling under my sundress giving my wet pussy goosebumps and making it single even more. I finally make my way to my favorite shoe store. The are heels in every color, style, and size on glass shelves floor to ceiling. I feel my clit starting to tingle and I wonder if everyone can tell. I blush as I look around, feeling naked, looking guilty.

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Rhonda 844-332-2639 ext 446

I see you across the dance floor. Young, barely out of your teens, so innocent and moldable. You are standing against the wall while I stand up from my seat at the table. Our eyes meet. You see a predatory gaze that enraptures you. Your heartbeat thumps in your chest, and I see you swallow nervously. I take a step towards you. The red 4-inch stilettos are silent because of the loud music. I pause, smirking at you. Daring you. You take a long, deep breath gathering your courage, and take a step forward. My smirk turns to pleasure, and that smile makes your heat quicken even more. As my long, sultry legs take another step forward. You match me, step for step. We meet in the middle of the dance floor. My hands wrap around your neck, pulling you close as I grind up against you, feeling the lump in your pants. “Good boy,” I speak directly into your ear. “Do you want to Dance with Cougar Rhonda?”

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Miqala 844-332-2639 ext 447

Cougar Miqala on the Prowl. Do you like the visual of that? I love young men—barely legal, still innocent and unsure, lacking the experience to please a woman. Do you remember when you were like that? When you were a virgin. Maybe you were one of those locker room boasters who talked more about fantasies than any girl you touched. Maybe you have touched a boob or two, but you’ve never truly learned the touch of a mature, confident Cougar. Remember when you were that desperate and needy, craving someone to allow you to become a Real Man?

Think of yourself at that age walking into your first bar. Everyone is drinking and dancing, laughing as they grind against each other in ways you’ve never had.  You see me watching you from across the room, and so do your buddies. Maybe they nudge an elbow excitedly into your ribs.

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Jemma – 1844-332-2639 ext 303

Megara is best known for being the wife of Hercules. Hercules was given Megara as a reward because he led the Thebe’s defence against The Minyans and was a well-known hero.

Now, although Daddy liked to fuck me himself, he wanted to give me to James as a reward because James had helped him close some business deals and make a ton of money. 

So, Daddy was hosting a dinner party at home. I’ll admit, I did enjoy being ravished and having James force himself on and in me. His cock felt so good. Plus, it was so nice, big, and yummy. 

Therefore, I wanted to look as sexy as possible the next time I saw James. Deciding to stick with James’ cosplay kink, I knew exactly what I was wearing to dinner. 

First, I clipped in extensions, curled my hair, and styled it half up with a high ponytail held in by a large gold band. Then, I slipped into an amazing long purple, hollow-out halter dress. To add, I had on gold jewelry and a gold belt. Paired with gold Prada gladiator sandals on my perfectly pedicured feet, I looked stunning. Not to mention, exactly like Megara. 

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Jemma – 1844-332-2639 ext 303

Honestly, I cannot believe that Adam’s multi-million dollar Lamborghini does not have the same self-driving capabilities as a Tesla does. Totally understand that’s something unique to Teslas. All I’m trying to say is when you spend a few million on a car, the least it can do is drive for you. However, there is no better car to fuck in than a Tesla, at least in my opinion.

Luckily for me, Ben drives a Tesla Model X Plaid. Gosh, I really am such a lucky little slut.

Now Ben already told me he was picking me up and was in the mood to get fucked. Lucky again, so was I.

Wanting to look as hot and easy as possible, I needed to decide what to wear.

Finally, I decided on a short blue body-con dress. This dress was perfect, it was strapless and barely covered anything. In addition, I paired it with knee-high tan leather boots and my tan-coloured Louis Vuitton satchel.

Ben’s Tesla was black with a black and white leather interior. Finally, when he arrived, he was blasting my favourite R&B Spotify playlist, “Rap Caviar”. 

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Mila 1-844-332-2639 Ext. 220

Peeping Toms are everywhere. You never get to see them most of the time, because they’ve gotten that good at being pervs. If a lady ever thinks her life is seeming a little tame, no weird guys hitting on her. Like, a hundred percent of the time it’s because she has become a target of a group of goons. It always sounds so eighties but I swear, it is still a thing. A lot of them do the classic peeping in windows or hiding in the bushes to watch ladies get in their cars or walk to work. Little stalkers.

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Naomi 844-332-2639 ext 216

Think dirty thoughts for me and ponder this. Imagine being Forced Anal from Naomi. Think about this for a moment. I don’t care if you want a dick up your ass. You’re going to get it from me. Don’t worry, though. I know what I’m doing. I’ll ensure you get pleasure from it whether you want to or not.

I’ll do it right. Slowly. Opening you up bit by bit. I’ll have you on your hands and knees, maybe making you hug a pillow while you thrust your ass high in the air for me. Maybe I’ll bend you over a kitchen table. Or, if I am in the mood, I might bend you over a table at a bar so everyone can see me taking your cherry. Continue reading “Forced Anal from Naomi” →

Naughty and dark – just the way me and Sissy Tami like it.
I woke up sweet Sissy Tami this morning as it was time for us to go worship – you know Sunday Funday right? But Mommy Laylene had a few other things on her mind this morning. Dressing Sissy Tami in an adorable princess dress and well, Mommy wore a nice long dress. A sweet kiss and a bottle of lay lay juice and Sissy Tami was buckled in her car seat for the ride.
We pulled up and I held Sissy Tami’s sweet hand and led her all the way up the stairs and to the very front row. I mean we looked good. We were working it. Front row and center for us is the only thing that could be done. Sitting in the front listening to all the nonsense Mommy became a little, well a little inappropriate, well a lot inappropriate. With Sissy Tami sitting on my lap, I tried to be good, well I tried a little. And then as the congregation was singing and dancing and all joyful, I couldn’t contain myself any longer.

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dirty theater

Anna 844-332-2639 EXT. 203

I started dating this movie buff, he was, tall, handsome, smart, and oh so knowledgeable of many things. I was falling for him quite hard and quite quickly. He asked me out on a date, and I couldn’t even contain my excitement. I prepared my outfit a week in advance, and made sure to pick the sexiest, sluttiest outfit I could find. The night finally came. I made sure to get ready ahead of time, and doused myself in his favorite perfume before walking out the door. I had studied the movie for our date, and all the actors as well. On the way there, he put his hand on my thigh in the car, and saw my lace top stocking clipped to my garter.

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the market zucchini

Anna 844-332-2639 EXT. 203

 

I had gone out to the market to buy food and snacks for Football Sunday as usual. I was feeling rev’d as ever, and everything I saw and touched reminded me of sex. My attention was naturally drawn to the vegetables and I gravitated towards the zucchinis. I started thinking about making a stir fry out of them and deep frying the flowers, when I suddenly looked over and noticed him…

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