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Trinity 1-844-332-2639 ext 285

He loaned me out to his friends and there was nothing I could do about it. It started as a joke. He said, “You’re my perfect little toy—maybe I should share you.” I laughed. Nervous. Turned on. Then one night, he blindfolded me and whispered, “Be a good girl and do what you’re told.” I heard the door open. More than one voice. Male. Deep. Confident.

I was naked on my knees, waiting. My heart pounding. My thighs soaked. I felt like prey. Precious. Offered. My breath caught when I heard the soft chuckle of a stranger just inches from me. He kissed my cheek and said, “These are my friends. You’ll serve them tonight. You’ll take whatever they give you. But remember—you belong to me.” What followed was chaos. A beautiful, filthy storm.

Hands everywhere. Fingers in my mouth, on my breasts, between my legs. Cocks shoved into my mouth, then my cunt, then back again. I was passed between them like a favorite plaything. They slapped my ass, praised my throat, pulled my hair, marked my skin. I begged for it. I was stretched. Used. Worshipped. Degraded. And I loved every second.

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Rachel 1*844*332*2639 Ext 457

My hot girl summer was off to a great start. It was my first day at my new job. I was excited but nervous as well. I’ve never waited tables before. But everyone says this place is just about looking cute in the skimpy little outfits. And being flirty with the customers, of course. But when I got there, it was a different manager. The manager that hired me was off that day. Instead it was a female manager. I could tell from the moment I walked in that she was a bitch. She looked me up and down then turned her nose up. I can’t stand it when people judge me before they know me. I’m a very sweet person. Always kind and compassionate, until you give me a reason not to be. But it was so obvious that she had issues. Women that have low self esteem and lack confidence lash out. They take their insecurities out on other women. They can’t control their jealousy. And it turns them into cold, harsh bitches. That was the last type of woman I wanted to work with. But at least all of the other girls were very sweet and supportive.

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Trinity 1-844-332-2639 ext 285

A teacher’s pet like me always gets punished after class. I stayed behind after everyone else left. He shut the classroom door and said, “You know exactly why you’re here.” I bit my lip and nodded. “You think batting your lashes gets you an A? You think wearing that tight little skirt means I won’t notice you’re failing?” He stepped behind me. Grabbed my hair. Pulled. “Bend over the desk.” I obeyed. My heart pounding, my thighs slick with anticipation. He lifted my skirt. No panties.

“Naughty little slut,” he muttered. Then the first spank landed. I gasped. Each one got harder. “Count.” “One, Sir. Two, Sir—” By ten, I was soaking the wood. By fifteen, I was moaning like a whore. Then I felt his cock pressing against me. Thick. Hard. Demanding.

“You want this grade? Earn it.” He fucked me hard, face down on the desk, books scattered, chalk dust in my hair. I took it like the filthy student I was.

He pushed my face into the desk with one hand, the other around my throat, reminding me of my place. “You’re nothing but my fuck toy, aren’t you?” I couldn’t answer. The pleasure was too overwhelming. Continue reading “Teacher’s Pet Gets Punished After Class” →

Trinity 1-844-332-2639 ext 285

I was used in the back of the limo. He told me not to wear panties to the gala. I obeyed. All night, I played the part—smiling, sipping champagne, talking politics—while he kept one hand on my lower back and whispered what he was going to do to me. I couldn’t resist but I kept my composure. I was not going to break character.

Everyone watched us like we were royalty. No one knew how filthy I was underneath that gown. When the driver opened the back door of the limo, I slid in first. My dress rose up to my hips. He didn’t wait. He followed, shut the divider, and dragged me onto his lap like I was nothing but his toy. “I’ve been patient all night,” he growled. “Now open your mouth.” He unzipped himself. I dropped to the floor. The driver was still up front. The thrill? Insane.

He used me fast and rough, gripping my hair, face-fucking me while the city lights flickered past. Then he pulled me up, bent me over the seat, and shoved into me from behind, one hand choking me, the other pressing my face to the window. People Continue reading “Used in the Back of the Limo” →

Trinity 1-844-332-2639 ext 285

Three mouths. Six hands. One night I will never forget. I’d fantasized about it before—more than one man, all eyes on me, all hands on me. But fantasies never prepared me for the real thing. It started with a game. A private party, low lights, drinks flowing, and tension so thick I could taste it. Two of them—tall, muscular, eyes full of hunger. Friends. Teammates. Alphas. And they both wanted me.

I didn’t pick. Didn’t have to. So I looked at both of them, crossed my legs slowly, and whispered, “If you want me, come take me.” And just like that, the night changed. We didn’t make it to the bedroom. They pinned me against the living room wall like I was their shared secret. One kissed me deep and rough while the other dropped to his knees, tugging my panties down and spreading me open with his tongue.

My knees buckled. I moaned into the kiss, one hand tangled in hair, the other gripping shoulders. Every inch of my body was touched hands sliding over my breasts, mouths worshiping every curve. When they carried me to the couch, I was dripping. Begging.

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Trinity 1-844-332-2639 ext 285

The way he begs for me is better than any orgasm. It starts with a look. That hungry, needy stare he gets when I walk into the room wearing nothing but a robe and a smirk. He’s already hard before I even speak. I love that about him—how my presence alone is enough to make him squirm.

“Sit,” I say, and he obeys immediately, settling on the edge of the bed with wide eyes and parted lips.I step in front of him, slowly opening my robe. He inhales sharply, gaze locked on my bare skin, hands clenched at his sides like he’s afraid to touch. He knows better. I haven’t given him permission.

“You want it, don’t you?” I ask, teasing my nipples with my fingers, dragging one hand down my stomach. “Yes,” he breathes. “Please.”  That’s my favorite part. Not the touching. Not even the orgasm. It’s the begging. I live for that whimper in his voice, the tremble in his thighs as he pleads. When he’s on his knees, tongue out, eyes wide and desperate—there’s nothing sexier.

I slide my panties down slowly, watching him watch me. I can see how badly he wants to Continue reading “The Way He Begs for Me Is Better Than Any Orgasm” →

Diana 1-844-332-2639 Ext. 248

It was a gorgeous spring night and the anticipation was electric as I strutted into the venue, my blonde hair bouncing with every step. The headlining rock band was one of my favorites and I couldn’t wait to get lost in their guitar riffs and pounding drums. Little did I know the evening had an even bigger surprise in store…

As I made my way through the excited crowd, my eyes suddenly locked with a very familiar face. There he was – my old flame from a few years back. Tall, dark and devastatingly handsome. He smiled that wicked smile, and I felt my insides clench with desire. We hadn’t seen each other since our fiery breakup, but the sexual tension between us was still off the charts.

We exchanged a few flirty texts during the show, the air crackling with unspoken lust. As soon as the final encore ended and the masses began to file out, he grabbed my hand and pulled me towards the dark parking lot. “My car,” he growled in my ear, giving my ass a firm squeeze. I didn’t need to be told twice.

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Trinity 1-844-332-2639 ext 285

I didn’t think I had any kinks…until he brought them all out of me. When we first got together, I thought I was pretty vanilla. Sex was good—but it was routine. Safe. Then he started testing boundaries. It began with a blindfold. Then ropes. Then something called a Wartenberg wheel that made me shiver in ways I didn’t know were possible.

“You’re more open than you think,” he whispered, tracing the cool metal over my nipples. He was right. Because once I gave in, I couldn’t stop. We explored everything. Wax dripped onto my thighs while I was gagged and tied to the bed, vibrating toys pressed to my soaked clit until I was begging. He had me try on latex. Fishnets. Collars. At first, I laughed. But then I looked in the mirror—makeup smudged, skin flushed, legs spread wide—and I didn’t recognize the woman staring back. I saw someone wild. Free. And dripping with filth.

We experimented with impact play. Feet. Roleplay. Choking. Public teasing. I started texting him during work, asking what toy to wear under my clothes. One night, he whispered, “Try the plug tonight. I want you warm and stretched before I get home.” Continue reading “I Didn’t Think I Had Any Kinks…Until….” →

Trinity 1-844-332-2639 ext 285

He tried to humiliate me! He thought he was funny. We were out with friends when he made the comment. Loud enough for everyone to hear. “She acts tough, but she’s really just a pillow princess!” The room laughed. My cheeks burned. But not from shame. No, what I felt was a different kind of heat. Because I already knew how I was going to make him pay.

When we got home, I didn’t speak. I took control—grabbed his collar, shoved him onto the bed, and straddled him. “Take off your clothes,” I said coldly. “All of them.” He looked surprised. Nervous. I didn’t wait—I ripped his shirt open, yanked his pants off, and tied his wrists to the headboard with my belt.

“You embarrassed me,” I whispered, lips grazing his ear. “Now I’m going to show you what real power looks like.” I teased him until he was moaning, pleading, straining against the restraints. Then I stopped. Completely. “You don’t deserve to cum yet,” I said, slipping on a strap and stroking it against his inner thigh. “But I do!”

I used him. Sat on his face, thighs tight around his head, grinding until I came hard

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Julie 1844-332-2639 Ext 453

Being a Sissy Scout Troop Leader had always been a dream of mine. So when the opportunity arose, I wasted no time. The Boy Scout Troop Leader informed me that there had been a large number of “Boys” that weren’t cutting it lately. There was an urgent need for more Sissy Scout Troops ASAP. I was so excited!

They looked secretly excited to be at Sissy Scout Orientation. I explained that they were here because they didn’t “fit in”. They were different than the other boys in the Boy Scout Troop. And we were going to see if this is where they belong. So I told them to take off all of their “boy” clothes. Then I gave them their sissy scout uniforms. They consisted of a white button up top and white pleated skirt that with a pastel plaid print. It was pink, yellow, purple, and green pastels. The sash was pink. And the panties were pastels. They had the days of the week on them with little flowers, butterflies, and princesses. And they were so frilly and girly. They had lace trim with little bows. White cable knee socks and black patent leather mary janes finished the uniform.

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