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2086

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2086

Trans Goddess Alexus 1844-332-2639 Ext 349

The steady beeping and whirring of nearby machines slowly wakes you. First, your eyes blink open, revealing a hazy, bright world. The lights make you blink a few more times before a hospital room comes into focus. Surrounding your bed is a crowd of nurses and female doctors. Ohs and awes break out among them, and you hear hushed sounds of excitement. “He’s awake! He’s really awake.”

When you try to rub your eyes and clear this odd dream, you realize your arms are strapped down to the hospital bed, and looking down, your giant erection greets you as it tents the bed sheets. “What’s going on?” You struggle against the restraints, and one of the beautiful nurses presses a stethoscope to your throbbing cock head. Her grin is wide, and she nods to the group. “Don’t do that. What do you mean? Where am I?” You beg them for answers, but they are too busy excitedly chattering to themselves to answer you.

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Julie 1-844-332-2639 Ext 453

We all got such a good night’s sleep after our full body massages with wonderfully happy endings. We woke up so refreshed and ready for the last activity of our bachelorette weekend. After a big breakfast, we headed to the spa. It was built in an underground cavern with natural mineral springs. People come from near and far to experience the healing properties. We were going to get detoxifying clay body wraps. I’d never had anything like it before so I was intrigued and excited. 

They took us deep into the cave, down a cold, dark hallway. We finally reached a room lit up with red lighting and full of massage type tables. There was a man standing at each table ready to start slathering us with warm clay. It felt so good. I almost fell asleep. But then he started wrapping me up in a material textured somewhere gauze and burlap. With each layer he wrapped tighter and tighter, until I was fully bound and unable to move. I had to just relax and take deep breaths. Otherwise I began to feel claustrophobic and panic.The only parts of my body that weren’t covered were my head and crotch.

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Julie 1-844-332-2639 Ext 453

After lunch it was time for our wine tasting excursion. We all piled into the limo with the driver and the tour guide. They drove us out to the wine country where rolling hills of grape vines stretched as far as the eyes could see. The wineries were each more beautiful than the last. Some were very sleek, modern, and massive. While others were very old world, tuscan, and charming. I lost count of how many we stopped at. But at the last one we actually got to stomp grapes. They had men there to help us get into the barrels and hold our hands while we stomped. Being at the end of our wine tour, they realized we had already done plenty of tasting. So they held on tight as we climbed in, two girls per barrel. I didn’t expect for the grapes to feel so good popping between my toes and releasing all of their juices all over my feet. The more I stomped, the wetter I got. And I’m not talking about my feet. I was getting so turned on.

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Molly 1-844-332-2639 ext 449 

The world looks entirely different when the canopy of an ancient oak forest barely reaches your knees. To the tiny creatures scurrying below, I am a force of nature; a living goddess carved from flesh and bone. They build their fragile, intricate little lives in the valleys of my footprints; and right now, I am feeling incredibly playful.

I stretch languidly, a slow, deliberate movement that sends a low rumble through the bedrock beneath me. The air up here is crisp and the sun warms my bare skin, casting long shadows across the landscape. Looking down, I spy a bustling little settlement nestled near the riverbank. From this height, their grandest architecture looks like a collection of delicate wooden toys, and the people are mere specks of frantic energy.

I kneel, a massive movement that creates a sudden, rushing wind down in the valley. The ground trembles as my knees settle into the soft earth, crushing a few symmetrical rows of their precious crops. I lean in closer, bringing my face down to their level, letting them feel the heat of my breath. A collective gasp seems to rise from the tiny crowd as my shadow swallows their town whole.

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Trans Goddess Alexus 1844-332-2639 Ext 349

God, I have to tell you about the hottest beach day I’ve ever had. Candy Call Girl Jamie was recently in San Diego, and I invited her to spend the day at the beach with me so I could get to know her better. I love her little punk rock attitude, and after a few two-girl calls, I had to discover if she sucked cock the same way she described doing it.

It was a little awkward at first. Understandably! We’ve fucked on the phone, but this was the first time we’d met in person. Her petite body was driving me wild! From the first “hello’s”, it was hard for me to keep my erection under control. We carried our things down the sand, and once everything was set up, I sat on the blanket. The little cock tease stood in front of me to strip off her bathing suit cover.

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Molly 1-844-332-2639 ext 449 

The kitchen was entirely too hot. The air was thick with the rich aroma of roasting garlic and a wine reduction. A single bead of sweat traced a slow, agonizing path down the valley of my collarbone, trapped beneath the linen of my apron. I stood at the island rolling out pasta dough, my forearms aching from the effort. Then, a pair of hands slid around my waist.

I didn’t need to turn to know who it was. His chest pressed flush against my back, his body heat radiating through our thin clothing. He leaned over my shoulder; his breath a warm, spiced breeze against my neck that made my breath catch in my throat.

“You’re rushing the dough, dear,” he murmured, his voice was low against my ear.

Before I could reply, his flour-dusted hands covered mine on the rolling pin. He didn’t take over; instead, he guided my movements, forcing a slow and deliberate rhythm that felt entirely too intimate for a kitchen counter. With every forward lean, his hips pressed into mine, an explicit promise disguised as a culinary lesson.

“See?” he whispered, his lips grazing the sensitive skin just beneath my ear. “Patience makes everything sweeter.”

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Little Rachel 1*844*332*2639 Ext 457

I helped my new friend Brady transform into a beautiful girl named Brandy. Then I taught him how to suck and fuck dicks with my dildos. He was a natural. And he wanted more. It’s as if the dildos were just a tease for him. He wanted the real thing. And I knew just the person to give it to him. Jim, the biker I met at the breastaurant.

So I got Brandy all dressed up in a little slutty dress, lacy thong, and stripper heels. Of course she wanted full glam. So we did her hair and makeup. She looked fabulous.

When we arrived at Jim’s place, I could tell Brandy started getting nervous. But when she saw him, she really seemed terrified. She was visibly shaking so I took her hand to comfort her. Jim is very big and very intimidating. And as I learned at that moment, very dominating also. He took Brandy’s hand out of mine and put it on his dick. By the look on Brandy’s face it must have been huge and hard. Jim coaxed him down on his knees with a stern hand. Then he pulled his dick out. Huge was an understatement.

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Biker Takes Your Girl

xXx Francie xXx 844-332-2639 x 208

My head rested against the dirty window of my boyfriend’s POS car. The whole thing rattled as we waited at the red light, as if it would shake itself to pieces, scattering along the roadway, leaving us sitting on our asses with nowhere to go. He was talking about his office job and how no one respected him or his position. The complaints made my eyes roll into the back of my head. It’s too bad you can’t help who you love, because my heart sure picked a fucking loser when it settled on this one.

The roar of an expensive engine shivered through my chest, and I looked out the window. A muscled biker had just pulled up beside us at the light. His helmet mask was so black I couldn’t see a single feature, but when he turned that mask toward me, my heart pounded.

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Julie 1-844-332-2639 Ext 453

“Julie, I’m looking for a very specific arrangement” divulged the deep voice on the other end of the line.

“Mmmm… tell me more” I perked up with excitement. I’m always ready for something new, something different, something exciting and hot.

He went on to tell me that he’s been married for many years. And he loves his wife very much. But she’s no longer sexually active. She loves him very much. She knows he has needs. And she wants him to have his needs fulfilled. He told me that she doesn’t consider phone sex cheating. She just wants him to find an online girlfriend that can take care of his sexual needs.

I told him that I would be honored. Then we spent the rest of the hour just talking and getting to know each other. We talked about our pasts, our relationships, our likes, dislikes, hobbies, and so much more. The time flew by. We learned so much about each other. And we actually had so much in common, despite our age difference. I really enjoyed his company. And I couldn’t stop thinking about him that night. I couldn’t wait to talk to him again.

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In a Magic Bottle Part Three

Kayla Cumsalot 1844-33-CANDY Ext 357

Part One, Part Two 

My hips drove back away from the lash of the flogger, and he clicked his tongue against his teeth. “Where do you think you’re going?” His big arm slipped behind me and pressed his forearm against the top of my ass to drive my hips forward. My feet almost came off the ground until just my tiptoes braced me in the cooling earth. His warm breath tickled along my throat, and he spoke something to the trees. His magic, as it had before, obeyed him, and the brace of the tree holding me in place extended to take the place of his arm and prop my pussy up for him. He then bit into my neck, and I screamed out.

A flock of nearby birds fled with the sound. Their wings flapping hard to escape the danger, I could not flee. “Mine.” He purred then licked the mark his teeth had left in my soft skin.

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