Christmas Thief gets frisked

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“Miss, What’s in your shirt?” I ducked my head and continued to walk through the crowd. Maybe if I pretended I didn’t hear him, I could lose him. “Miss!” He shouted louder, and the fucking crowd parted like the red sea. Leading him right to me. The mall security guard gripped my arm and pulled me against his firm body. “Good evening; you seem to be in a hurry?” His expression was stern as he growled down at me.

“Um, no. Just finishing up my Christmas shopping. Have a good night.” I tried to jostle my arm out of his hold, but he had a firm grip. He sucked air through his teeth and shook his head. I was so fucking busted. At least if I were going to be frisked, it would be by this hot security guard, not some fat, smelly loser.

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Francie attends his holiday party

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When he invited me to his holiday party, I felt a spark of excitement. I assumed it was his office party. Assuming only makes an ass out of you and me, and I should have known better. Anyhow, I was glowing from the inside out, thinking he’d asked me over his wife.

He bought me a beautiful dress that I would wear to this party, and under it, he’d given me a barely there bra and a crotchless pair of panties to match. Very thin garters held up the thigh-high stocking. Then, of course, he inspected me as I dressed. My body shivered as he kissed my shoulders and brushed his fingers along my exposed skin. Liam would wear a tux to the party, and watching him knot the tie would have made my panties wet if they had a crotch. Instead, I could feel my dampness gathering between my lower lips. It felt deliciously naughty.

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Naked Alexus stands under the Mistletoe

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Every year doorways are decorated with mistletoe, and people kiss as they pass under it. Some people even use this tradition as a way to break the ice and earn their very first kiss with a special someone, but why? Have you, like me, wondered why we kiss under some spring of leaves? It’s strange, to say the least. I had to look into it!

There are many fambles, as with all ancient traditions, that vary with each culture. The most beautiful one is that a Norse Goddess lost her son to an arrow made of mistletoe. After his passing, she vowed that mistletoe would kiss anyone who passed beneath it so long as it was never used to hurt anyone ever again.

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Kayla Cumsalot 1844-33-CANDY ext 357

Last week, I stopped by my boyfriend’s office to bring him lunch. Of course, I didn’t expect his work bullies to corner me as I was leaving. My poor boyfriend is really sweet and sometimes soft. Unfortunately, a few of the guys he works with continually pick on him, and when they saw me kissing him goodbye, they couldn’t believe such a loser could pull such a hot piece of ass.
The two of the biggest, most Alpha guys in the office sandwiched me and pulled me into a conference room, where they ended up cumming all over my tits. I cried when I told my boyfriend about what happened but was surprised to find out that hearing about the ordeal made him hard. He asked me if I liked them or their cocks, and even though I didn’t want to admit it, I really did.
I was excited when Kris asked me this morning to come by the office today and bring him lunch. I wore a tiny pleated skirt and a small white crop top that tied just under my tits. Maybe I was hoping the bullies would retake advantage, but I hoped Kris wouldn’t suspect. Continue reading “Office Lunch Time”

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Flog Me, Daddy, Please!

There’s a room and my stepdad’s house that I’m not supposed to go in. My mom says it’s for his special things, and only certain people are allowed to go in. I really hate being kept out of places in the house I’m living in; it doesn’t really seem fair. Like, what if it’s dangerous? What if it’s something the police should know about?

 I have a right to know what’s in my house, and because I feel that way, when everybody was gone, I picked the lock to the secret room at the back end of the house. So when I open the door I was shocked by what I saw.

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After being away visiting family over the weekend, the last thing you expected to see when you pulled into your driveway was Mommy Felicity pounding a “yard sale” sign into your grass. As you step out of the car, you realize all of the items on the display tables and blankets across the lawn are yours.

Your video games, clothing, shoes, all your awards, and trophies from college. Basically, your whole adult life is spread across the lawn with cheap price tags. “Felicity, what the fuck is this?” You yell after slamming the car door.

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Alexus makes you the party favor

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I’m hosting a party, an educational type of party. See, I have a ton of young female friends who are curious about the male form and how it all…works. Sure, I could show them with my beautiful body and allow them to play with my cock, but I think it will be so much more fun to let them experiment on you. So I’ve asked them all to come over in their sexiest dresses. Don’t worry about what you’ll wear; you are going to be completely naked.

I plan to use you as an example and your cum as the party favor. That means everyone gets a load. I’ll expect you to be quiet and obedient, so I’m going to fit this ball gag into your mouth.

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The art of edging is something you want to enjoy with me.  I know you think you’ve got it under control but there are more techniques that allow more intense climaxes. I bet you don’t know the kind of porn you watch has a lot to do with the edging.  Some of it is way too hot for edging.  Having a plan helps too.  I’m sure the first time you edged was because you saw some hot porn scenes or a hot girl. Slipping off to a discreet place you started stroking. That didn’t go well because soon you were soon shooting cum all over the place. Just rearranging your steps and your breathing can lengthen your edging experience.  Those steps can help with premature ejaculation too.  Now don’t think all these steps will take any enjoyment away because they won’t.  Once you get it; your climax will be stronger. Continue reading “The Art Of Edging”

Kayla Cumsalot 1844-33-CANDY ext 357

The newspaper had announced the latest lottery winner, and he lived right here in town! So I waited until it was dark and stormy, and I dressed in my slinkiest white party dress with not a stitch of clothing underneath. Then, I drove out towards his big house and parked a ways down the road. Walking slowly to ensure my dress was soaked through by the time I knocked on his door. My stiff nipples felt like pinpoints about to rip open my dress and my whole body shivered.

Steve opened the door, and concern and confusion pinched his features. “I’m so sorry to bother you so late.” I pouted up at him from under the glow of his porch light. “It’s just my car broke down a bit down the road, and my cell has no service. I was kind of wondering if you wouldn’t mind letting me use your phone to call for help and possibly a towel or two to dry off?” The sweet, rich man ushered me in and showed me right to the bathroom.

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Carnie Fun

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Carnie Fun is something we all enjoy in the fall of the year in most cities. I made my trip the weekend.  The excitement of the lights, the music, and the smell of food.  Walking around taking in the exhibits you can usually see many people you know but I was surprised when I walked by the Ferris wheel ride.  There he stood, six foot two lean tee shirt and blue jean clad blast from the past.  “Miss Sylvia” he called out to me.  As I am walking over to him my mind is flashing back to all the fun we had when this stud was growing up.  Everyone remembers the first time and the first time with him was well worth remembering.  He had come over to go with my son to a rock concert at the local civic center.  My son was already gone. Continue reading “Carnie Fun”