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Jemma – 1844-332-2639 ext 303

Addicted to money, I’ll do just about anything for it. Even work as a maid.

One winter, I got a job as a maid for a couple across town, I was broke. Well, not that broke but too broke for Chanel, which is reason enough to work harder.

Surprisingly, I wasn’t working for a large family, I was working for a young couple. This couple was hilarious to me.

I’ll illustrate why.

On my first day on the job, I could tell right away, that the wife was a stuck-up vanilla prude. Her husband, Zachary was so hot and attractive. Zachary seemed to be so much more laid back and carefree. How the two of them ended up together is beyond me.

Overhearing a hilarious conversation, this is how it went. Standing at the kitchen sink, washing dishes, I overhear Zachary saying to his wife Molly, “I’m so excited for our anniversary tomorrow. I bought you something special in anticipation that I’m hoping you’ll like”.

Zachary then pulls out a pink gift-wrapped Victoria’s Secret box. I could not wait to see what was inside.

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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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Heather~~~~1-844-332-2639 Ext. 450

Not to long ago I was shopping at the mall.  It had been a great day.  I had just made my last stop at a lingerie shop.  I’m standing there looking for my size in the sexiest teddy, and I hear, “Hello Heather” in the sexiest voice.  I thought to myself, “I know that voice”.  I turn around and instantly melt.  Standing there was my first DADDY!

I am instantly thrown back in time.  I think back to our first date.  We both knew that the other was into the lifestyle.  He was way more experienced.  I was new and inexperienced.  I had been teasing him previously telling him that he was going to have to take control, because I wasn’t going to give it to him easily.  He was going to have to take it.  We met for dinner and from the moment he walked in, he had this air of confidence about him.  His body oozed extreme control, and I knew I was in trouble!  The whole time I found myself subconsciously submitting to him in little ways.  He even ordered for me!  That’s something no one has ever done for me before!

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Jemma – 1844-332-2639 ext 303

For a short time, I had two female roommates. They were named Ashley and Amanda, and they were bitches. 

Both of them were chunky, neither had an attractive face. To add, they had voices that were like nails on a chalkboard. In addition, they both shoplifted everything they had. As far as I was concerned, they were nasty little scam artists. 

Both of them made fun of me all the time. In retrospect, it’s crazy. Not only was I way hotter, I was genuinely so much nicer than either of them. 

During that time, we all picked up stuff from this guy named Adam. Now, Ashley and Amanda were seriously obsessed with this guy. His family owned a few breweries and they had a ton of money, the guy drove a Lamborghini Sian. 

Adam seemed to like me though. Who could blame him, have you seen me? 

One night, in January, a few of Adam’s friends were having a costume party. Unfortunately, I didn’t know these people and Ashley and Amanda told me I couldn’t come. 

Devastated, I decided to try on the costume I had bought. Maybe I could send some sexy photos and have a hookup. 

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Jemma – 1844-332-2639 ext 303

For a while, I had been seeing this guy named Jake. Well, not really seeing him, just picking up stuff from him.

I felt bad for him, not pity, genuine sympathy. Jake was a lot older than me. For a long time, he had been a pro-MMA fighter. As a result, he had severe cauliflower ears on both sides. In addition, he was a guy who went bald early, so he always wore hats, and I never saw him without one. Lastly, he used a cane, due to years of severe injuries his body was just broken.

One night, I was at his house. I waited for him in his bedroom as he weighed my stuff in another room. I get curious sometimes, and I love to snoop. Under Jake’s mattress, I found a naughty photo of the princess Belle.

This photo was sexy. Belle had her hair half up in loose curls. She was wearing a regal-looking, yellow off-the-shoulder bra. In addition, she had on yellow panties, a garter belt, and stockings. I’ll admit, I was turned on. In addition, I had a plan.

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Jemma – 1844-332-2639 ext 303

It was unusually warm for January. For a while now, I have been working out with and fucking my trainer, Mark. Not that I minded, Mark was fucking hot and so muscular.

The night before, Mark texted me and said we should run outside because it would be such a nice January day. There are some trails right near where I live. People and families bike and walk their dogs on them all the time.

This day, I was wearing a Gym Shark outfit. So cute, pink leggings and a pink sports bra. Gym Shark outfits are often ruched in the perfect spots, so they highlight my perky tits and peachy ass. On my feet were white, pink, and purple Air Jordans. Honestly, I don’t love to wear my Jordans outside, but I just look so damn hot in them.

Mark had instructed me to meet him at the opening of Trail 22, it was nice here. The maple trees had all lost their leaves but there were lush evergreen and spruce trees everywhere. The trails were also well maintained, they were surrounded by forest but they were well kept.

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Jemma – 1844-332-2639 ext 303

Moving on, it’s New Year’s Day and I’m feeling flabby. What can I say? Holiday cookies and eating are just so yummy! Thank goodness my condo building has a gym. When I looked at myself in the mirror, weighing myself and seeing 116 pounds on the scale. I, therefore, decided to hire a personal trainer.

Now, my condo building’s gym is really nice. Top-of-the-line equipment. Full-size Olympic swimming pool, sauna, and hot tub.

It is barely used by people. It makes me feel like I have my own private gym oasis.

The trainer I hired is named Mark. All I knew about him was that he was fucking jacked, hot, and looked like he was packing a massive package.

Furthermore, I was wearing black Lulu Lemon leggings that were cinched a little bit so they really highlighted my phat ass. All I had on top was a pink Under Armour sports bra. On my feet were my black and pink Air Jordans.

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Jemma – 1844-332-2639 ext 303

The weather outside was freezing, everything looked Frozen. When I looked outside my window, all my eyes saw was the sparking white snow.

For a while, I had been seeing this guy named Ben. One of the many things I love about Ben is that he has a kink for Disney-themed roleplay. So do I. Another thing I loved about Ben was that he loves to fuck other girls, and so do I. Lastly, did I mention Ben has a massive cock?

This winter, I recently met a slutty girl named Anna. I couldn’t help but think she looked exactly like Anna from Frozen. Her tits and ass were way bigger, I’ll mention that. She was pale with auburn hair and the perfect pink pouty lips.

Knowing this, I knew I needed to surprise Ben. Of course, I decided to go out and buy myself and Anna some supplies for a surprise frozen-themed three-way.

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Jemma – 1844-332-2639 ext 303

Ever since I was young, I have been known to be a bit of a slut. It may be due to stories such as this.

When I was in high school, I got invited to this big Kwanzaa party. Anyone who was anyone was there.

Back at that time, I went to a prestigious private school. Our school tended to dominate football because the majority of our team was made up of huge and hung black guys.

Of course, I was a cheerleader and I loved to fuck football players. Just to be clear, I love fucking all kinds of athletes. However, football, rugby, and hockey players tend to be my favorite. It just seems to be that they know how to fuck you just a little bit harder than you thought you wanted.

I must admit, when I walked down the hallway in my cheerleading uniform, I looked hot. My skirt was way too short for your typical cheerleading skirt and my top was way too tight. My big perky tits could barely fit into it and you could see my bare ass cheeks as I walked down the hall.

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Mean Lil Krysta 844-332-2639 Ext. 410

Last Christmas, I stayed at my mom’s new place with her and my stepdad. She has a super tiny apartment with only one bedroom and bathroom, so I slept on their couch. My mom woke me up as she was bustling around the kitchen. I rubbed the sleep from my eyes when I asked her what she was doing.

She told me she was getting ready to run down to the bakery. It only opened for a few hours on Christmas morning and sold the best honey buns. They are my stepdad’s favorite, so she wanted to get fresh, warm ones for him to enjoy this morning. She kissed me on the forehead while jangling her keys from her pocket and said she’d be back in an hour or two since the line was bound to be around the block already.

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