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Anna 844-332-2639 EXT. 203

I called my Sissy Slut Bob over. I patted the bed and signaled for him to come sit. ‘’What is it, Mommy Anna?’’ said my Sissy Slut. ‘’We’ve been invited to a Swinger’s Party, and you’re going. I’m going to dress you up in something special, because I have to show you off as MY Sissy Slut. Sissy Slut Bob became overjoyed. I reached into my boudoir and dressed my Sissy Slut in a mini skirt, fishnet stockings, high heels, a top to match,  and my Sissy Slut’s favorite dark-haired wig. The top was patterned with upside down pineapples, the known symbol of swingers.

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The Park Bench

Sherry 1844-332-2639 ext 399

It’s in the middle of spring walking along the parkway. I am wearing a stunning purple strappy sundress and tan wedged heels. My hair was all curly and pulled up in a sexy bun wearing my glasses. I can smell the manly musk in the moonlight air, wondering where it will lead me too. The night is still so young, should I give in to my urge or should I wait?

 

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Krysta 844-332-2639 Ext. 410

Bukkake is fun, like a shower of cum. Everyone loves a good, warm shower. Now, I usually would be the one laying on my back with twenty guys jerking off over my face, but today, it’s your turn. You can stop saying no because I don’t really care. This is happening whether you like it or not.

I’ve already got the hotel room booked and the boys lined up. I’ve expressed to them that you are a no-limits kinda sissy, so make sure you douche before we go!

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Torri 1-844-332-2639 ext 204

What I want from you is for you to teach me your own definition of sin! What is so bad dirty and filthy when it comes to sex that you would consider it sinful? I want you to use me and my tiny body to not just tell me but to SHOW me what you mean. If it’s fuckin a teen girl who is bearly legal then fuck me. Is it anal? Slid that cock right in my ass baby. How about throat fuckin a girl until she has tears running down her face and is gasping for air around your cock because she can’t breathe?

My mouth is yours to fuck! How about using ropes and binds to fuck a sweet innocent thing in a forced fantasy where she has nowhere to run. Nowhere to hide and no one can hear her scream while you have your way with her. He tiny body not strong enough to fight your much bigger and stronger frame off of hers while you make all her holes useful through her screams?

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Innocent Little Mila

Kayla Cumsalot 1844-33-CANDY Ext 357

Mila isn’t as innocent as her big brother would like to think. I’ve been babysitting her for longer than he’s been away at college, but I guess since he’s a guy and all, he always thinks he knows better. However, his little sister is growing into a wild thing, and honestly, it hasn’t taken that much influence from me to get her there.

He thinks of her as a kid, and I wanted to help her seem like a woman in his eyes, so I dressed her in slutty lingerie and a micro skirt. I did her makeup like a stripper, and she looked hot as hell if I do say so myself. I mean, I was doing him a favor! Helping him see the real her, so why did he bust into her bedroom and yell at me?

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Julie 1844-332-2639 Ext 453

 After a long week, my friend recommended her tantric masseur. She said it would be life changing and the best thing I could do for myself on Self Care Saturday. And after the week that I’d had, it didn’t take much convincing.

Driving up, I wonder if I’m at the right place. It doesn’t look anything like the massage places I usually go to. There are no windows, just very creative and talented graffiti art. Maybe I should text my friend? I wonder, when a woman came out smiling, happy, and carefree. Ok, I guess I am at the right place.

I’m hit with the aroma of incense when I open the door. The room is dark and smoky. A gypsy type woman is behind the counter. Nervously I approach her. “Yes, I’m here to see Rico” my voice quivers. She grins and giggles at my naivety. “Come with me honey” she motions. I follow her through a bead curtain into a dark hallway. She has long, brown, wavy hair, a long, flowy, hippie skirt, bare feet, lots of anklets and toe rings, and she smells like patchouli. There is a dark, old, wooden door at the end of the

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xXx Francie xXx 844-332-2639 x 208

I’ve got a crush on a runner. He’s tall and lean. I can tell by his gait that he must have a huge dick. There’s only one problem. I’m not a runner. So, I’ve been stalking him a little. I’ve mapped out the running trail he takes every morning and thought it’d be a good idea to try to bump into him there.

I wore short, little running shorts and a loose tank top over my sports bra. In the beginning, I started off strong, or so I thought. I was running hard and feeling nature all around me. The morning sun beat over my sweaty face, and the uneven ground crunched under my sneakers. I was trying! My lungs were on fire, and my legs were cramping. He’d be by any minute now, and I didn’t want him to see me struggling, so I stopped by a big tree and bent forward, gasping for air.

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Alex 1-844-332-2639 Ext. 425

Come one come all to the slutty circus we run here. Whips and chains aren’t just for the four legged beasts anymore. There is a great call for even more depraved and bizarre acts at the circus now. The public has had enough with the boring same old tricks and tactics. So at my little circus emporium, we do things a little differently. Curating our talent is my job, my own little game. Bearded ladies still sell well, but you. My dear little submissive fuckhead. Wouldn’t it be amazing to see the selection that I have created? And you can always join.

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Working Abroad

Sherry 1844-332-2639 ext 399

I was stationed in Tokyo, working abroad. It was different, especially the nightlife. It’s so full of life. It was in the middle of the night when I got home. I heard a loud noise in the front room and there was my housemaster sitting on the couch waiting for me. He was angry and pushed me against the wall. How dare you be late coming home. Continue reading “Working Abroad”

Conjugal Visit

Lea 1844-332-2639 Ext. 244

Now, I know I done told y’all my husband is locked in the slammer but he ain’t the only man in my life in the big house. A few counties away from where I live now, back where I grew up, another man who is very important to me is locked up too. He’s an evil man, but I love him.

He’s so bad; he has no friends and no woman. He ain’t got no one in his life to love him but me. So, every few months, I surprise him with a conjugal visit. The prison ain’t know that he isn’t my husband. They assume he is cus we got the same last name. No one in there knows I schedule conjugal visits to make my big brother feel loved, If only for an hour.

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