Author: Mercedes

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The elevator doors slide open, revealing the expansive marble floors of my sugar daddy’s penthouse. I step out, heels clicking against the cool stone, and I can feel your eyes on me, hungry and eager. I turn to you, a smirk playing on my lips. “You know what I want for dessert, don’t you?”

You nod, a mix of anticipation and nervousness in your eyes. That look on you is absolutely lovable. I walk over to the plush couch, my dress riding up slightly with each step, giving you a teasing glimpse of my thighs. I turn around, my back to you, and slowly unzip my dress, letting it fall to the floor in a pool of silk. Then I step out of it, standing in nothing but my black lace thong and heels.

“Come here,” I command, my voice firm yet inviting. You approach me, your eyes roaming over my body, taking in every curve and line. I turn around, my ass now facing you, and I bend over slightly, giving you a perfect view of my ass. “You know what to do,” I say, looking back at you over my shoulder. Continue reading “Dessert for My Sugar Daddy” →

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It’s Easter Sunday and we’re alone, just the way I like it. I’m a petite, bratty woman, and you’re my submissive male plaything. I’ve always loved having power over you, and today is no exception.

“Hey, slut,” I greet you, a smirk playing on my lips. “I’ve got a little surprise for you.” You look at me, confusion etched on your face. “What is it, Mercedes?”

I hold up a pair of bunny ears, panties and a tail buttplug, dangling them in front of your face. “I thought you could wear these for me. You know, to get into the Easter spirit.” You blush, looking down at the floor. “But, Mercedes, I don’t think I can wear those in front of my family.”

I step closer to you, my body pressing against yours. “Oh, come on, don’t be such a party pooper. It’ll be fun, I promise.” Continue reading “Easter Humiliation” →

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The night sky was a blanket of stars as we stepped out onto the patio, walking towards the hot tub. Darren, my best friend, looked at me with a mischievous grin. We’d been best friends since we were kids, but over the years, things had started to change. The once innocent friendship had slowly evolved into something more. We both knew it, but neither of us had the courage to admit it. Until tonight.

The booze coursed through my veins, giving me a boldness I wouldn’t normally have. I watched as Darren stripped down to his boxers, his muscular frame glistening in the moonlight. I felt a familiar heat building inside me. “Fuck it,” I muttered under my breath, before reaching behind and unzipping my dress.

Darren’s eyes widened as the fabric pooled around my feet, leaving me in nothing but my lace underwear. “Mercedes,” he breathed, his voice husky. I could see the desire in his eyes, and it only fueled my own.

I stepped towards him, my heart pounding in my chest. “What?” I asked, feigning innocence. “You’ve seen me in a bikini before.” He chuckled, stepping closer until we were just inches apart. “Not like this,”  Continue reading “Hot Tub Sex with My Best Friend” →

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“You know, babe,” I began, my voice dripping with sarcasm, “I’ve always wondered how you’d look in something… a little more feminine.” I held up a pair of lacy panties, watching as your eyes widened in surprise.

 

You opened your mouth to protest, but I silenced you with a stern look. “Now, now, don’t be such a baby. It’s just a little game. Besides, it’s not like you have anything to be ashamed of.” I chuckled, a wicked gleam in my eyes. “Or do you?” Continue reading “You Look Better in Panties and Pegged” →

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I watch you from the corner of the room, your eyes glued to the damp spot on the carpet. You’re on your hands and knees, nose twitching as you inhale the scent of my arousal. I can’t help but smirk at your pathetic display. You’re my slave, my plaything, and you know it.

“What do we have here?” I purr, sauntering over to you. I place a foot on your back, forcing you to look up at me. “Caught you sniffing my panties, did you?”

You nod, eyes wide and pleading. I can see the desperation in your gaze, the way your dick strains against your pants. You want me, need me, and you know I have the power to give you what you crave.

“Well,” I say, tapping my foot against your back. “I think that deserves a punishment.” Continue reading “Golden Nectar Punishment For Slave” →

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I spot you the moment you walk into the strip club, your eyes scanning the nearly empty room before settling on me. I’m in the middle of my set, hips swaying and ass shaking to the beat of the music. When I finish my set, I make my way over to you, my hips moving in time with the music that’s still playing in my head. “Like what you see?” I ask, giving you a flirty smile. You raise an eyebrow at me. “I’ve seen better.”

I laugh, not taking you seriously. “Oh yeah? Where?”

You lean in close, your breath hot against my ear. “In the VIP booth. With you.” Continue reading “Hot Fun at the Strip Club” →

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In the quiet of our shared home with my step-brother, everyone else was fast asleep, their snores a soft symphony that filled the air. I found myself restless, my body buzzing with an insatiable desire. I knew exactly what I wanted, or rather, who I wanted. You, my stepbrother, the one man who could stir such an intense longing within me.

I tiptoed into your room, my heart pounding like a drum, matching the rhythm of my pulsating core. You were sprawled on your bed, the moonlight casting a silver glow on your bare torso. I couldn’t help but admire the way your muscles rippled under your skin. I slipped under the covers, snuggling up against you, my back to your front. Your cock was already hard and ready, poking against my ass. I couldn’t resist the urge to tease you. I wriggled my hips, pressing my ass harder against your dick, eliciting a soft groan from you. Continue reading “My Irresistible Step-Brother” →

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I leaned against the cool metal of the locker, my breath still ragged from the intense workout. My gaze lingered on you, Coach, as you finished packing up the equipment. The gym was empty now, the echoes of our team’s cheers and grunts long faded away. My ride was running late, as usual, and I found myself with an unexpected opportunity.
“Coach,” I purred, my voice low and sultry, “I think I need a little extra… coaching.” I watched as your eyes widened, surprise and desire flickering in their depths.
I sauntered over to you, and traced a finger down your chest, feeling the hard muscles beneath your shirt. “I’ve been watching you, Coach,” I murmured, my lips curling into a wicked smile. “I’ve seen the way you look at me during practice.” Continue reading “Afterhours with My Coach” →

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Ever since you were a young, I have noticed there was something off about you as a boy. Especially since I knew you were a bit different than the average boy, not being interested in sports and action figures… At least not in the “normal” way typical boys would be. I would catch you gawking at the sports players on TV, and telling me how cute each player was. You didn’t care what sport it was. Whatever Daddy put on, you were instantly hypnotized by all that masculine ass across the screen. In your late teen years, Daddy had noticed and overheard our conversations in private. He heard about what you loved about the sports he had switched onto television…

Continue reading “Mommy’s Sissy Boy Pt. 1” →

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We are at work, and I noticed the way you looked at me. The nervous glances, the awkward stumbling over words when we were in close proximity. It was flattering, to say the least, but I couldn’t help but feel a twinge of excitement at the thought of you, my boss, being attracted to me.

I decided to make my move one evening after the store had closed and waited until everyone else had left. I could see the hesitation in your eyes, the internal struggle between your attraction to me and the knowledge that this was not ethical. But I could also see the desire, the hunger that I knew I could satisfy.

Continue reading “Seducing my Boss” →