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Rachel 1*844*332*2639 Ext 457

He came into work. I saw him point to me. He wanted to sit in my section. I had never seen him before. But he was loud, blunt and to the point. He ordered a big mug of beer. Then he proceeded to tell me that he’s a paypig. The more he drank, the louder he got. They finally asked him to leave but he was oinking for me all the way out the door. I couldn’t stop thinking about him all night long. Finally when my shift was over, I headed out to my car. As I approached it, I heard him oinking at me. Then he came over to me on all fours. He literally started throwing money at me. And kept telling me how pathetic he is and what a loser he is. All I could do was giggle. He kept asking me how old I was. Every time I said nineteen, his boner started dripping and he started throwing more money at me. I had never seen anything like it. Then he started saying that he wants to suck and fuck cock. Every time a man would walk by, he would start panting and throwing money.

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A BBC Gang Bang! This is like an intervention. I’m annoyed with you for not being who you are. You are a cock loving sissy cuck, and you know it. The amount of avoiding and denying you’ve been doing is unreal and also very, very over. Your darling Mommy has organized the best coming-out party for you!

A BBC Gang Bang, just for you!!  That’s right! I found six of the fattest cocks in North Carolina and brought them here tonight just for the purpose of stretching you open!

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Rachel 1*844*332*2639 Ext 457

We were short handed at work when we had our big monthly delivery from our main supplier. The manager asked me to handle it as he tossed me the keys to the freezer. I had no earthly idea what I was doing but I had no choice but to wing it. I did know that I wasn’t allowed to leave him unattended. So I met the delivery driver at the back door and led him to the freezer. I unlocked it and held it open for him. He had a dolly full of boxes. I waited for him to finish bringing in several loads. Then he told me to close the door, and he would get the boxes put away as quickly as possible. It was freezing in there. And I was in my skimpy uniform. So he gave me his jacket. It didn’t help much. But I think he thought I looked cute in it. Because he kept looking over at me with a ravenous look in his eyes.

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Julie 1-844-332-2639 Ext 453

He loves my feet! I mean, I always knew he thought they were cute. And I knew he had a little bit of an obsession with my shoes and toenail polish. The first thing he would do when I saw him was look down at my feet. He was so curious about the shoes I was wearing and what color of toenail polish I had on. But I thought that he just thought my feet were cute. I didn’t realize he had a full on foot fetish, specifically with my feet. Until the day he confessed to me. He told me that the very first day he met me and saw my feet, he knew he had to have them. Not “me”, “them!” He told me that he had never seen feet that cute, perfect, and sexy in his entire life. I was beginning to feel a little self conscious at this point. Especially because of the way he was acting. He couldn’t take his eyes off my feet while he was telling me about his addiction to them. His eyes turned feral and he started to salivate.

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Winter is at our doorstep, and we won’t have much more time to play in the piled-up leaves that fall leaves behind! Don’t you just love the sound of crunching foliage under our feet when we stroll together? Our evening walks together make me feel so close to you.

The crisp air whipping at our faces keeps me snuggling into you to steal your warmth. The way you hold me against your body makes me want to be naughty right here on the lawn of this park.

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Rachel 1*844*332*2639 Ext 457

You won’t believe the Thanksgiving surprise I had. My mom asked if I could help her prepare because she had 28 guests coming to Thanksgiving dinner. While we were setting the table, she began to go over the guest list with me. She told me that she had invited the Martins. I started to think about how awkward that’s going to be. Mr. Martin is a close friend of my dad’s. Growing up, he was like an uncle to me, and his wife was like a sweet aunt. But now things were very complicated. Mr. Martin and I have gotten very close. He doesn’t want anyone to know that he came into my work with another woman. I don’t want anyone to know where I work. Neither one of us wants anyone to know that we have begun to have an affair. And we certainly don’t want anyone to know what happened when he was at my apartment the other night. My uncle let himself in and caught us. Then he made Mr. Martin suck his dick. Then he fucked Mr. Martin so hard that he came everywhere.

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Melanie 1-844-332-2639 ext 463

I invited my friend John to a weekend getaway at my fabulous cabin retreat. There was a lovely little secret that he didn’t know about though. I had an old metal rod bed that squeaked and creaked like crazy. It was like the more we fucked on it, the more noise it would make, and the harder I would cum. So, he doesn’t know yet, but he will soon find out.

After a long four-hour drive we arrived at my cabin. I walked inside and turned on the lights. It was a beautiful log cabin in the mountains surrounded by snow this time of the year. After waiting four hours, I had to jump his bones. I grabbed his hand and led him to the bedroom.

We started making out and I ripped his shirt off. I pushed him against the wall and made out with him harder. He grabbed me and squeezed me so tightly and pushed me onto the dresser. I was sitting on the dresser and wrapped my legs around his waist, and he picked me up. I always wanted to get fucked in the air. But I told him to throw me on the bed instead.

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Auntie Anna was forced to babysit her naughty nephew. She warned him that if he broke anything in her house or misbehaved, she would be telling his mom upon her arrival to pick him up. He rudely rolled his eyes at her and stomped off to go watch his cartoons.

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Rachel 1*844*332*2639 Ext 457

The Becketts felt horrible about how traumatized the haunted mansion had left me. So they invited me over for dinner. They wanted to talk to me and make sure that I was alright.

As I drove up to the house I started having flashbacks. I wasn’t sure that I would be able to go inside and follow through with the dinner. But I managed to suppress it. Once inside with the Becketts, I felt much more relaxed. But I will never be able to go in that room again. I might not even be able to go upstairs at all.

After dinner Mrs. Beckett told me that she had been so worried about me. She told me that when they found me, I was in shock, in a semi catatonic state, and covered in cum. There are still bits and pieces of that night that I don’t remember. She started caressing my cheek and telling me that she knows that I probably never want to be with another man after that happened. Then she assured me that she was there for me, and that she wanted to protect me and take care of me.

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Kayla Cumsalot 1844-33-CANDY ext 357

Being a naughty girl thrills me. Tonight, you’ve taken me out to a fancy dinner. I’ve dressed to tease you. Something tight, sleeveless, and it shows off more cleavage and thigh than you can stand. At first, you thought it was sexy that other men would be oogling your arm candy. It made you feel like the big man on campus to have such a sexy fucktoy at your side, but now, your cock is hurting.

We’re halfway through the appetizers, and when the waiter turns to leave, I tug the neckline down to flash you a supple tit. I can almost feel your groan from across the table. Giggling, I cover back up and act as if nothing has happened.

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