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Julie 1-844-332-2639 Ext 453

It was most definitely the test drive of my life. The sexy, young salesman gave me a hands on tutorial of the car, from the passenger’s side. It was quite the experience, so sensual. Every time his hand would graze me, it was electrical. It made my whole body tingle. To be honest, I was a little nervous to be driving under his influence. I literally felt weak in the knees. But I tried to play it calm, cool, and collected. We pulled out of the dealership. I hit the throttle and we were off. The way it took off when I barely tapped the gas peddle shot a rush of adrenaline through my body. My whole body was tingling, especially my pussy. I looked over at him. There was no way I could ignore his hard cock protruding through his pants. I think the speed gave him a thrill as well. He kept looking over at my legs, or between them. I hadn’t planned on test driving anything. So I didn’t really think about the fact that I was wearing a very short dress. And it had ridden up, practically exposing my pussy. He obviously noticed.

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Cumming Without Permission Will Get You Publicly Humiliated

Phonesex with Felicity 1844-332-2639 x 270

As one naughty caller can tell you, cumming without Felicity’s permission will lead you straight to being Publicly Humiliated. He tested this theory by being very naughty. He chose to cum SEVERAL times without asking for approval, and when he told me about it, I dragged him down to the mall.

All of his school friends, the girls he likes and the ones who always poke fun at him, were hanging out in the food court. I dragged him right up to the center stage, where Santa Claus and the Easter Bunny usually sit. Instead, today, it was going to be Mommy Felicity disciplining her naughty boy.

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Diana 1-844-332-2639 Ext. 248

As the first leaves began to change and flutter to the ground, ushering in the arrival of fall, I found my mind wandering to the young man who lived next door. Not the balding, middle-aged father, but his handsome college-aged son.

One crisp September evening, I saw the boy unloading boxes from his car after returning home for a visit. I pretended not to notice him as I bent over to adjust my flower pots on the porch, intentionally giving him quite a view. He stumbled and nearly dropped a box, his eyes locked on the generous slope of my breasts.

The next day, I appeared at his door with an apple pie, claiming it was a “Welcome Home” gesture. He invited me in and I made sure to “accidentally” brush against him as I passed by. Our bodies touched ever so briefly, but the spark between us could have lit a fire.

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Julie 1844-332-2639 Ext 453

Everyone kept telling me that I needed a toll free “MOM JULIE” number because everyone always wanted my motherly advice. So finally I thought that maybe this was the way to help others, which has always been my true calling. The calls started to trickle in. I began giving advice on homework, dating…girls and boys, cooking, finances, sex, and everything in between. I had become the “Mom” that everyone could come to for advice, and I was so honored.

Before I knew it,  I was changing diapers, nursing, breeding, and so much more. I couldn’t believe  the enormous need for a mommy. But I was so happy to oblige. Some just wanted to talk while others longed to be cuddled. There were those that craved to be dressed up like a beautiful little girl, some even wanted to cum like a girl. And many that wanted me to teach them how to suck cock and drink cum. Then there were the ones that wanted to fuck me or wanted me to fuck them.

I loved each and every one of my callers. I’m just naturally nurturing and love being a mommy. I enjoy every diaper change, as crazy as it may sound.

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Miqala 844-332-2639 ext 447

I need a bitch. Not any little bitch, but my special little bitch. You like the idea, don’t you? But let’s see if you qualify. I am demanding, and I expect a lot. See, a good bitch only thinks of his Mistress. A good bitch is ready to drop anything and everything for my smallest wants.

If I want my house cleaned, you will rush over to do it. You’ll accept being stripped down and put into a cute maid outfit. (I do admit I have a preference for men in cute little French maid outfits.)

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Miqala 844-332-2639

It’s time. No more excuses, no more hiding. It’s Confession Time Sissybois. I know you pretend to be manly. How do you do it? Do you have a blue collar job where you have to wear a hard hat? Do you dress up in expensive suits bossing others around? How do you hide the fact that you aren’t really a man? I’ll want to know so we can laugh at your pathetic attempts to come across as ‘normal’.

But you know that secret is eating up up inside. You need to tell someone. Not just anyone, but someone special. Someone who understands sissybois. I understand sissybois. I understand them very well.

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Miqala 844-844-332-2639 ext 447

Be my Hard-Core Sexy Lover. It’s just what I need. I had a wonderful time I’d love to share with you, darlings. But goodness it was so much fun I hardly know where to begin. Was it when he grabbed my hair? Because when a man pulls your hair and pushes your face down… Ooh goodness, but no, I think it was the way he held my hips, his fingers pushing into the soft, forgiving flesh, enough to leave a bruise.

You just haven’t been fucked if you haven’t been fucked so hard, you can’t barely hold yourself up straight, but then, who wouldn’t want that? A really good screw can last for hours and then leave you thinking about it for days. But better still, it leaves you feeling it for days, too. Continue reading “Hard-Core Sexy Lover” →

Julie 1844-332-2639 Ext 453

As I sit in embarrassment with the whole store watching, I look up to see the sweet salesboy holding out a hand for me to grab so that he could help me up off the floor. I reach up and grab his hand. He’s nervous. His hand is trembling and sweaty but he holds on tight, as if he really cares and wants to get me safely onto the bench. I look up, he’s blushing and sweating but our eyes lock. He helps me onto the bench but we can’t take our eyes off each other. “Are yyou ok, ma’am?” he stutters with a quivering voice. “Yes, I’m fine, thank you, just a bit embarrassed” I smile up at him and can’t help but blush myself as I feel a surge of energy and palpitations between my legs.

He kneels down between my legs and grabs the red satin stiletto and shows it to me as if to showcase model it in his hands for approval. My heart skips a beat, it’s so gorgeous! I start to fantasize about what I can wear with them and where I can go in them. I want them! I need them! And I

 

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The MILF Next Door Keeps You A Pussy Free Virgin

Mama Felicity 1844-332-2693 Ext 270

As a twenty-something-year-old virgin who lives with your parents, you thought visiting the MILF next door would lead to finally getting your dick wet. Maybe that could have been the case if said MILF wasn’t Feisty Felicity!

When you nervously knocked on her door, she let you in. Not to fuck you like you hoped, no, but to further your humiliation as a pussy free virgin! From the moment she laid eyes on you, she knew what a loser you were. Not to mention how much your mom complains about you! Neighborhood gossip is never in short supply!

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Miqala 844-332-2639 ext 447

I snuck up behind you, bare feet silent against the carpet. I raised the magic wand, whispering the incantation. You hear the whispers and start to turn around, but it’s too late. You start looking down, being taller than me, but suddenly, I am getting bigger. Wait, that’s not right. I am not changing; it’s you. You are shrinking. Your clothes become loose, then too much, until you shrink into a pile of too-big clothes. Now you are Giantess Miqala’s Tiny Man.

I reach down before you can get your bearings, wrapping my hand around your torso. You panic as I lift you easily, wrapping both your arms around a couple of fingers surrounding you, gripping like your life depends on it. I take two steps and place you on a short, high shelf in the corner of the room. Placing you on it carefully, I smile softly, taking a step back and giving you time to understand our dynamics and see your predicament.

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