Rhonda 844-332-2639 ext 446

If I am not wearing my panties, you must wear them. It’s my rule. Wearing Rhonda’s Panties is a fun game. The question is, where are you wearing them? Maybe it’s on a dare. You dare me to wear a thigh-length spring dress without panties. You want me bare as we walk through the mall. Fine, I’ll do it. I’ll go bareback if you wear my panties under your shorts. Would you do it?

Once, we walked around the mall, with air teasing my wet pussy. And without panties to catch the wetness, I feel it dribble to my thighs. What is it you feel? Is the silk of my panties squeezing your balls a bit? Are you getting hard, feeling your dick try to push out of the elastic of the panties?

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pannnyhose

Anna 844-332-2639 EXT. 203

A handsome gentleman went to the mall on Saturday with his family. He decided they should split up, and walked around. He came across miss Anna in a shoe store and immediately stopped. There she stood beside the counter register wearing a silk blouse, a short skirt, and sun kissed tanned pannnyhose. It was their sheen reflecting in the light which caught his eye, so he walked into the store. Miss Anna’s high heeled shoes were tan colored as well, so you couldn’t tell where her pannnyhose clad legs began and ended.

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Vivian 844-332-2639 Ext.254

My ad looking for a personal asslicker was only up for a few minutes and I was being deluded with phone calls. Both men and women were applying. People from all over the country were responding and I even got a few calls from the other side of the world. I wasn’t surprised in the least. I have a perfect ass and there are plenty of ass licking aficionados out there.

My requirements were simple. I am looking for someone passionate about asslicking. Someone that loves the smell and taste of a woman. I need someone who can lick my ass enthusiastically for hours. They also need to be not only into ass worship but anal as well.

As I sifted through voicemails there were a few standouts. Their hunger and desire both amused me and turned me on. My pretty puckered asshole trembled with need. They were begging for the opportunity to show me their asslicking skills. My asshole began to throb and I knew it needed a wet soft tongue to fill it soon. I began to call my favorite asslicking candidates to schedule their auditions. Continue reading “My Personal Asslicker” →

Rita’s Closet

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Rita's Closet

Robotic Rita 1844-332-2639 Ext 413

Barbie’s dream house ain’t got nothing on Rita’s closet. I’m sure lots of little girls’ fantasies come true playing with Barbie and her pretty pink mansions, but playing with Rita in her closet is where little femboys reveal their true identities. No one knows better the frustrations of hiding yourself to please others than a doll built to fulfill everyone else’s fantasies. However, inside my closet, we can be whoever we want to be!

We can wear anything and everything we wish. Stockings, costumes, lingerie, and casual fem wear! If you wish it into existence, it simply will appear. And in your size!

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Miqala 844-332-2639 ext 447

Hello sweetheart. Are you Mommy Miqala’s Sissy Baby? You might come to me thinking you are a man, but those silly thoughts won’t last. First will start with an offer. I’ll show you blue plastic panties in my left hand and pink plastic panties. I’ll see it in your eyes before you even have a second to think. Your eyes automatically glance toward the pink panties. “Pick correctly if you want Mommy’s special touches.”

You know what that means. You won’t get those touches if you hold onto that silly thought of being a man. Plastic panties are embarrassing enough because you know I am going to turn you into a helpless baby, but now I want more from you. Your shacky hand lifts, your face turning such a pretty pink, almost matching the panties you point to. I toss the blue plastic panties aside and caress your chest softly. “Good girl,” I say, smiling at you.

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Daddy Joins The Book Club

Kayla Cumsalot 1844-332-2639 Ext 357

Rain splattered against the window pane from the sideways wind blowing outside, creating the perfect reading backdrop. Grey clouds filtered bits of light through the heavy rain that held on to winter’s last bits of chill. My eyes hungrily scanned the pages of our book club’s latest smutty novel. I lay snuggled in the couch with my knees rubbing against each other. April showers might be dousing the world outside in chilly wetness, but this book had a fire burning in my panties. They were soaked, just not from the rain.

I heard the door open, and my gaze flicked from the page long enough to see Daddy shrugging out of his coat and hanging it in the hall closet. We locked eyes for a split second before I looked back to the steamy pages. “Is that the next book in the series?” He asked while coming closer. I hummed an acknowledgment as I nodded but refused to look away again. It was getting so hot! “Read it to me? I haven’t been able to dig into my copy.”

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Pink

                                  XXOO Laylene 1-844-332-2639 ext 419 – OOXX Anna 1-844-332-2639 ext 203

It was Tami’s birthday, and she bursted through the nursery like a bat out of hell screaming it all throughout the house: ‘’it’s my birthdayyyyy! Mommies! Where’s my mommies. It’s Tamis birthday!!!!!!!!”” running everywhere in her actual birthday suit. When she came downstairs she was met with Mommy Laylene and Mommy Anna. They were sitting dressed to the nines in their black stockings, lingerie and high heels. There was a big pink box on the coffee table with a bow on it. ‘’Go ahead,’’ said Laylene ‘’open it!’’ Tami ripped through the bow and wrapping, thrashing it everywhere. Tami gasped with joy when she finally opened it to see what it was.

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Erotic hypnosis

Jenna (844-332-2639) Ext 304

The ice cream man came by today and let’s just say that I was able to keep him under my erotic hypnosis. My hot body can keep any man that I want under my spell. I was wearing a saucy, sassy, and obedient, eager to please schoolgirl outfit. I had on a white top that was tied in the front and came just under my breasts, a pleated mini skirt that didn’t even cover the peaks of my butt cheeks, suspenders, and white fishnet stockings to top it off. The shoes were 2-inch Mary Jane heels. I looked sexy and all the neighborhood men, boys, and even some of their wives couldn’t stop gawking at me. But the person who seemed to be really stuck under my erotic hypnosis spell? The ice-cream man.

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Your Wife

Naughty Naomi 844-332-2639 ext 216

I called your wife today.  She didn’t seem all that surprised to get a call from me.  You thought you were being sneaking and getting away with cheating with me on her behind her back.  But you underestimated both of us.  You thought I’d continue to listen to your lies about how you plan to leave her for me.  Then you thought that she was completely clueless about what you have doing with me for months.  Now you reap the seeds you’ve sewn.  I got tired of listening to your empty promises.  So, I took matters into my own hands.  Turns out, I like your wife better than I like you.

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mistress

XXOO Laylene 1-844-332-2639 ext 419

You are definitely gonna want to catch up with the first part of this story by clicking here.

Finally the big day had arrived, commencement day. The “cream” of the crop for her team. Accordingly, the containers were judged by their capacity, and 9 winners were led to the stage. They all wore proudly their pink T-Shirts with white printing.. Mistress Laylene’s “Softball” Team. All were excited beyond words. Mistress Laylene smirked on stage and quickly glanced at her 9 pathetic losers. As in college honors, cum laude, Laylene had devised a special honor, cum loaded…and the container was brought out. All in all full to near overflowing capacity.

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