Category: adult

Why Should I Care?

Belle 1844-332-2639 X 444

I have one question: why should I care? You call me saying you wish to entertain me, which should mean you do what I say and how I say it. When I told you I wanted to hear you ride the dildo, you thought I would only make you suck; you said that it would hurt. Yeah, and?

Why should I care if you didn’t prepare your ass for a rough fucking? Why should I care if you don’t have lubricant to make it more comfortable? I thought this was about me and what I wanted. Isn’t that what you said?

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1844-33-CANDY EXT 423

“I’m glad you could make it,” I say, giving you a kiss on the cheek as you walk into the house. I’m wearing a sweater that barely covers my chest, a short skirt, and thigh high socks. I watch as your eyes travel up and down my body, taking in every inch of me. I smile, knowing that you’re already getting hard in your pants.

“Thanks for inviting me,” you say, your voice low and husky. I can tell that you’re trying to keep your cool, but it’s already slipping away.

“I have to help my mom in the kitchen for a bit,” I say, taking your hand and leading you towards the bedroom. “But I have a little something to hold you over until dinner.”

I push open the door to my bedroom and pull you inside, closing it behind us. I can feel your eyes on me as I walk over to my dresser and pull out a pair of handcuffs. Continue reading “Blue Balls for Dinner” →

Impregnating Trisha

Valerie 1844-332-2639 Ext 243

I wanted to have a baby so badly, but I couldn’t fathom wrecking my body with such a process. After much consideration, I knew just what to do to get what I wanted without gaining stretch marks or enduring all that pain. My sweet Sissy Trisha! I’d simply enhance her hormones and fuck her full of cum so that she could surrogate the baby for me.

Trisha wouldn’t even have to know my plan! It didn’t matter how long it took. Slowly, I would transform my sweet girl from the boy she didn’t want to be to the woman I knew she craved to show the world. A woman with a belly that’d grow my baby! Impregnating Trisha would take lots of planning and patience, but I knew the outcome would be worth it!

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clothes

Amber 1-844-332-2639 ext 404

“Take off your clothes, Amber. I want to see you naked,” you command me with a smirk on your face. I do as I’m told, stripping down to my lacy lingerie. “All of it. I want to see every inch of you.” I comply, removing my bra and panties, leaving myself completely exposed. You take a step closer to me, your eyes roaming over my body. “You’re so fucking sexy, Amber. I can’t wait to make you mine.”

You lead me over to your bed, pushing me down onto it. You rummage through your drawers, pulling out a length of rope and a blindfold. “I’m going to make you my little slut, Amber. And you’re going to love it.” You tie my hands together above my head, securing them to the bed frame. You then blindfold me, leaving me in the darkness. I can feel your breath on my skin as you lean over me. “Don’t move,” you warn me before walking away. I hear the sound of you rummaging through your drawers again, and then the sound of something being unzipped while feel a cold sensation on my inner thigh, and then the feeling of something being

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Handful

TS Alexus 844-332-2639 EXT 349

So you are looking for a girl you can bring home to your Mom? I’m not her, but you are too stupid to realize that until it’s far too late. I’m more than a handful in more ways than one. Starting with the obvious, does your Mom know how much you love TS cock? I’d bet she doesn’t. Should you bring me home to meet her, I can guarantee to fill her in.

Fill her in and fill her up with this big, beautiful shecock. Continue reading “I’m More Than a Handful” →

Upsetting The Welder

Kayla Cumsalot 1844-33-CANDY Ext 357

Daddy’s shop has a lot of rules. Like a lot. “Don’t touch the buttons on the lift,” “Don’t mess with the air compressor,” “Put the tools back where they belong.” On and on; seriously, how is one little girl supposed to know and remember all of Daddy’s silly rules every time she wants to visit his workshop?  He says the shop can be a dangerous place for curious girls, and all of the rules are to protect me and keep me safe, but honestly, I just think he makes them up so he can spank me whenever he feels like it.

For example, the day I waltzed into his shop and stopped in my tracks. A colorful eruption of sparkles exploded in front of Daddy as he hunched over the bench. The sparks were so bright they made him look like a dark shadow as he worked under a big helmet. My feet started bringing me closer, mesmerized by how the bright lights danced off every surface around him. Because I wasn’t looking where I was going, my foot kicked something heavy on the floor, and the clang caught Daddy’s attention. His helmet-covered head snapped in my direction, and the sparks stopped immediately. I could tell just by his posture I was in trouble.

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xXx Francie xXx 844-332-2639 x 208

The man sitting beside me with my feet in his lap isn’t my boyfriend. He’s a friend of a friend, nothing more than a tool to arouse the man who matters most to me. Every nudge of my toes against his swelling cock brings me one step closer to fulfilling my boyfriend’s fantasy.

I smile when his fingers curl around my delicate ankle and his thumb swipes down my sole. He’s pulling the ball of my foot against the shaft of his cock, and I know he wants more. My fingers swipe along the keyboard of my cell, “Tell me you want me to fuck him.”

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1884-33-CANDY EXT 423

“You’re my sex slave now,” I say, my voice dripping with confidence and authority. I’m standing in front of you, completely naked, my toned body on full display. You’re on your hands and knees, naked as well, your rock-hard cock pointing towards the ground.

You’ve always had a thing for dominant women, and I was the epitome of dominance. I’m a successful woman, always in control, always getting what I want. And what I want right now is to humiliate you and peg you with my strap-on dildo.

“Please, Mercedes,” you beg, your voice shaking with desire and fear. “Please, peg me. I need it and crave it.” Continue reading “You Are My Sex Slave” →

Sissy Quicksand

Posted 10 months ago by Lea

Sissy Quicksand

Lea 1844-332-2639 Ext. 244

Did you know that panties are sissy quicksand? Of course, you didn’t. You are a man’s man. A guy who only masturbates to things men like. You wouldn’t ever consider yourself a sissy or be into fairy things.

At first, you think sniffin’ a pair’a draws is innocent. A harmless little whiff but then you realize how soft the material is and how good you think it might feel on your dick.

All you wanna do is jerk off in them, right? You have no idea how dangerous they actually are. Slip ’em on and fall into the sissy quicksand pit!

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wild

Amber 1-844-33-CANDY ext 404

Jamie watched in awe as Amber danced with a group of friends, her body moving gracefully to the beat of the music. Jamie felt a sudden, wild urge to talk to her, to get to know her. She made her way through the crowd, her heart pounding in her chest. When Jamie finally reached Amber, she tapped her on the shoulder. Amber turned around, and Jamie felt a jolt of electricity run through her body. Amber’s eyes were a deep, piercing blue, and they seemed to see right through Jamie.

“Hi,” Jamie said, trying to sound cool and confident. “I’m Jamie. What’s your name?” “Amber,” Amber said, her voice low and sultry. “Nice to meet you, Jamie.” Jamie felt her heart skip a beat. She had never met anyone quite like Amber before. They talked for a while, their conversation flowing easily and naturally. Jamie learned that Amber was an artist, and she was in town for a gallery showing. Jamie was fascinated by Amber’s creativity and passion, and she found herself drawn to her. After a while, Jamie suggested that they go back to her place. Amber agreed, and they left the club together, their bodies

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