Melanie 1-844-332-2639 ext. 463

Mr. Frank was my cheer team’s biggest contributor. He won an award, and I couldn’t wait to give him his prize. He told me backstage one day that he had a fantasy of a cheer team massage turn orgy. I would invite the girls to my house and then ask him to come too. He would walk up the stairs on go to the room at the end of the hallway. That’s where they were waiting for him.

Melissa, the captain and tall blonde, told him to strip down to his boxers if that made him the most comfortable and to lay down on the bed. Melissa came up on his left, and Judy, her right hand, beautiful tall red head, came up on his right side. They were no longer wearing their cheer uniforms but matching red and purple satin lingerie instead.

Judy had some body oil in her hand and started rubbing it in all over Mr. Franks back, down his sculpted ass, and his legs. She told him to turn over; they were ready to handle his front side now too.

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Janine 1-844-332-2639 ext 462

Hey there obedient faggot, you don’t like it as sweet and sensual as my sissies do.  You like it a little more real and rough.  It’s not necessarily soft and prissy when it comes to faggots like you.  Because you know what you are and need a more in your face reminder.  So, you need to be ready to get down on your knees whenever and wherever I tell you.  My faggots give on demand blow jobs to any and all of my friends.  I expect my faggots to be obedient at all times.  So, my faggots are ready to drop to their knees or drop their panties at a moment’s notice.

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Stella 1-844-332-2639 ext 322

My hand trembled slightly as I pulled it back from Mr. Thorne’s firm grip. This was the biggest deal of my career, and it was done. “To celebrate, Stella,” he said, his voice a low rumble, “you must join me for dinner.” I accepted. The restaurant was upscale, the drinks flowed, and his eyes, dark and intense, seemed to see through me, past the business woman, to something deeper.

Dinner ended, but the night was young. “One more drink?” he asked, his hand lightly on my arm as we stepped out into the cool city air. The ‘one more drink’ became two, then three, in a dimly lit bar where the music was soft and the world outside faded. He leaned closer, his scent, a mix of expensive cologne and something uniquely masculine, filling my senses. My usual discipline, my careful boundaries, began to dissolve.

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My First Big Cock

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I didn’t transition until after I was twenty-one. I’d always known what I was deep inside, but for the longest time, I was scared to embrace it. I’d sneak my sister’s clothes to dress up in secret, but all along, I craved being with a man.

I ached for rough hands to roam over my body and for firm lips to crush against mine. When I finally became bold enough to dress in public, my first outing as a woman was to a park. And as you can expect, it was late at night under the cover of darkness. That’s where I experienced my first big cock.

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Amateur Night For Sissy Slut Bob

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If you’ve been following Bob’s story, you know that he once was a pathetic, lazy boyfriend. A real bitch, if I’m being honest. All he ever did was laze about and play video games. He never helped with house chores or tidying up, and whenever I pushed him to get a job, he came up with a plethora of excuses. I’m too hot and too successful to allow a MAN to leech off of me.

I put my Red Bottoms down! If Bob wasn’t going to contribute his way, he would CUMTRIBUTE my way! I turned that slut out! He looked like such a sissy slut faggot in the lingerie I put him in and forced him into a gang bang at the apartment. Not long after, I hauled his ass down to the gay club and handcuffed him to the urinal, but ya know? He just still wasn’t making enough money by whoring out his holes to make me feel like he was an equal partner. I decided it was time for him to be a star at amateur night.

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Melanie 1-844-332-2639 ext. 463

Eddy came to me one day because he loved my sense of fashion, especially lingerie fashion. He wanted so badly to wear his first pair of panties, but he wasn’t sure how to do it. I told him to come over to my house after work one day and I would love to help ease him into it.

First thing I needed to know was if there was a style, color, fabric that he had in mind. He wanted to feel as girly as possible, so we went for some pink satin bikini panties. I told him that it was a great first option. He came up to my room and I had the perfect pair in mind for him.

Eddy stripped his clothes from the bottom down. I told him he could keep his shirt on for starters if he felt more comfortable, but his pants, underwear and preferably socks would need to come off. He had a nice package to work with, but I didn’t want to pay attention too much and make him uncomfortable.

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Cory 1-844-332-2639 ext 407

I was standing impatiently in the endless line for the artisanal coffee stand when my attention drifted to a man near the condiment station. He looked utterly normal, mid-forties, sporting the kind of practical, slightly too-long khaki shorts that scream “I own a reliable minivan and believe strongly in SPF 50.” He was fiddling intently with a massive travel mug, his brow furrowed in concentration, which made him a captivating, if mildly mundane, subject for my habitual people-watching session. Which is essentially my only viable defense against the soul-crushing boredom of waiting for overpriced caffeine.

Then it happened, with a swift, silent efficiency that defied the laws of polite public existence. My eye, tracking the slight shuffle of his feet as he adjusted his weight, caught a dark spot blooming rapidly on the front of those sensible khaki shorts, right where the pocket met the thigh, and it was spreading with an alarming, undeniable velocity. Initially, my brain tried to categorize the event as a catastrophic coffee spill—perhaps a sudden rupture in the travel mug’s sealing mechanism.

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Julie 1-844-332-2639 Ext 453

It was time for the annual Halloween Costume Contest. When I found out that this year’s theme was going to be “Fetishes”, I just knew I had to secure my place as a judge. So I made some phone calls as quickly as possible. Luckily, I got a spot! There were going to be so many different categories! The anticipation, tingling throughout my body, and throbbing in my pussy built with excitement as the day approached.

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Amber 1-844-332-2639 ext 404

My current curiosity belonged to Elias. He was the perfect, arrogant prince of his small, modern kingdom. A penthouse suite protected by layers of steel and, most deliciously, a web of high-definition security cameras. He was a man who believed in control, which meant he feared observation most of all.

I was the only one who truly saw the fissures in his flawless exterior, the things he typed only when he thought the Wi-Fi was off, the desires he locked away when the moon turned cold. This information was my leverage, far more potent than any rotten apple or ill-gotten jewel. I knew what I wanted and would stop at nothing to get it.

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Aynsley 1-844-332-2639 Ext. 459

“Sir,” I purred, my voice low and husky just as instructed. “I’ve been bad, haven’t I?” I arched my back in exaggerated submission, the crimson skirt riding up to expose my bare thighs.

My “master,” an imposing figure in his sixties with a greying beard sprinkled with stubble, chuckled, his eyes glinting with amusement. “Indeed, my little good girl. But fear not, for a stern discipline is just what you need.”

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