doctor fetish

Amber 1-844-332-2639 ext 404

Under the sterile clinic lights, wearing my favorite red dress felt like a mistake. “Amber?” A nurse called from the doorway, with a clipboard in her hand. Her smile was tight, but professional. “Dr. Lorne will see you now.”

I followed, as my heels tapped too loud against the linoleum. The exam room was cold. Paper-covered table, stirrups gleaming like instruments of some forgotten ritual. Then he walked in. Dr. Lorne. Tall. Calm. Silver watch on his left wrist…the kind that ticks just loud enough to sync with your pulse if you’re listening. He didn’t look at my chart. He looked at me. Not in a leering way. Worse. Like he already knew things.

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Melanie 1-844-33-CANDY ext 463

I think I need a new laptop, because I was trying to work on another project for school, but I had to use my brothers instead. His internet was acting wonky, so I had to clear cache and search history, and boy, what did I find? He was watching all guy porn, where the main guy was getting fucked by a dildo in the mouth and the ass. That made my mind wander and wonder what my brother’s been thinking. But I think I could pull something off that would make him very happy!

It was the next morning, and I went down for breakfast, and my brother John was already down there eating cereal. “I’ve seen your search history. Why didn’t you tell me you wanted to try that?” I asked. He looked at me confused, but then immediately turned embarrassed because he knew what I was talking about. I told him that I had plenty of friends and multiple toys, and I knew we could make his fantasy come to life, if he was brave enough!

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Rachel 1*844*332*2639 Ext 457

I am still in shock over Mr. Martin’s confession. I’d already decided that I wasn’t going to tell him that Mrs. Martin had come into work. She’d found credit card receipts and suspected that he was having an affair. There was no way I could tell her that it was me, or that he also messed around with my uncle. But none of that even mattered anymore. He confessed that he wanted more. He wanted me to find him a young boy my age. Then he wanted me to teach him how to pleasure a man like Mr. Martin. Wow, it was all a lot to swallow. Pun intended, lol. But none the less, I was ready to find the perfect boy for him. And I knew deep down who that was. My friend from HS Danny. He had always been a curious panty boy. So I contacted him and sure enough he was on board with the plan.

When Danny got to my apartment, his apparent giddiness proved how excited he really was. I got him all dressed up in some of my lingerie. Then we heard a knock on the door. It was Mr. Martin.

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Mammas Boy

*LUCY* 844-332-2639 xxx- 221

Hi there, my little adult baby mammas boy! How was your weekend my sweet baby? Did you have a busy one and now are ready for mommy to snuggle you after we get you ready for bed? You know how much I love bedtime with my babies so I can’t wait for you to experience it with mommy Lucy.

First we have to take that old stinky diaper off of you so you can get into the tub for some playtime. Do you want your rubber ducky? Or maybe you want to draw some pictures on the wall of the tub with your cute little soaps. I’ll make sure to add lots and lots of bubbles for you too. Mommy will be right there beside you, playing with you and helping you get all washed up.

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Janine 1-844-332-2639 ext 462

My subby hubby loves to pamper me before a good hard pegging.  He says it puts him into the right frame of mind.  Last night I knew he was craving my lady cock when he pulled out the pedicure bin.  He pulled off my stockings and set them aside to wash out later.  Then he lifted my feet up onto an ottoman and knelt next to it.

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Cory 1-844-332-2639 ext 407

I’d somehow ended up at a friend’s backyard BBQ, half-listening to a conversation about the merits of different BBQ sauces. That’s when I noticed him leaning against the grill with his shirt sleeves rolled up. His fingers were absently toying with a set of tongs, just as I noticed the sunlight glinting off his wedding ring. Not that I was ogling, of course. I was just appreciating the way his hands moved. When our eyes met, he raised an eyebrow and I froze.

He ambled over, clutching a plate of ribs like a peace offering, and we fell into that classic small-talk rhythm. Compliments on the food, jokes about the humidity, a shared eye-roll at someone’s questionable ketchup-to-mayo ratio. But then, out of nowhere, he asked, “You ever fix a leaky faucet?” and I blinked, because what? “No,” I said, laughing. “I just turn off the water and pretend it’s not dripping.” He chuckled, of course.

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sissy task

Goddess Rita 1844-332-2639 Ext 413

“I can’t. Please, don’t make me.” Aaron whimpered as we walked through the mall towards the lingerie store. I inhaled deeply, annoyed by the whining. He’s been begging for a sissy task for so long. Claiming he’d do anything I asked of him, so … here we are.

My hand slipped into my pocket and rubbed the remote tucked inside. The remote in my hand controlled the G-spot toy plugged into his ass. My thumb turned the dial, making the plug hum inside of him. His knees buckled, and he grabbed my arm for support. “Oh, Goddess Rita, please. I changed my mind.” I brushed his hands off of me and nodded towards the bubble gum pink store. The look in my eyes was more than enough. Aaron straightened himself and walked in.

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Anna 844-332-2639 EXT. 203

Ronnie began using the phone to call his friends and talk. He was in that ‘’stage’’. Every time he would pick up the phone, Mommy Anna would hear the ‘’click’’ and yell from upstairs for him to hang up. She would even wait to hear him whining from downstairs stating ‘’it isn’t fair!’’ and him slamming the phone shut before she would continue as she didn’t want him to hear her talking dirty to her lover… or worse, how they would find excuses for her to spank Ronnie.

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Melanie 1-844-33-CANDY ext 463

The phone rang and I answered it. On the other line was Sissy Kitty who wanted a naughty spanky session. I set up the time and place and patiently waited for Kitty to come by. An hour later my doorbell rang, I answered, and we headed downstairs to play in my basement palace of toys and treats. Kitty was wearing a light pink tutu with a pink crop top, white nylon stockings, and no panties.

Kitty spun around to show me her whole outfit per my request, and I saw she wasn’t wearing any panties. I told her how naughty she was and already I was going to have to punish her. I had a small stock in the corner which was perfect for humiliating and punishing naughty sissies. Kitty put her head and hands in the holes and I locked it tight.

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vegas

Amber 1-844-332-2639 ext 404

Derek knew I wanted to go to Las Vegas. As soon as I answered his video call, he panned the camera outward. The Bellagio fountains erupted behind him, with water arcing under the cold platinum glare of floodlights. “Surprise, my little New York raindrop,” he said. His voice rumbled so low I could feel in my bones. “Close your eyes,” he whispered. “Think of how you looked when you came the last time I touched you.”

I didn’t close my eyes. Instead, I let the image of him fade as the fountains crescendoed, their mechanical thrum syncing with the pulse in my dripping wet pussy. When I looked back, the screen showed not his face, but his body. Drenched in sweat, naked except for the sheen of the Vegas night. His hands slowly traced the curve of his ribs, as if he were sculpting himself out of muscle and clay.

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