Category: anal

Rachel 1844-332-2639 Ext 457

I didn’t have my naughty professor’s class that day. So I thought I’d be safe. I put on my cute little schoolgirl outfit. My favorite plaid pleaded skirt is way too short. And I like to tie my little white button up just under my titties. I like to expose my midriff and show of my belly rings. Then I put on my white thigh high stockings and black little mary jane shoes. Feeling sexy and frisky, I was prancing through the hall with my friends. All of a sudden, I see him. And he sees me! I tried to hide between my friends. But his glare pierced right through them. I can’t escape him. He motioned for me to go over to him. So I told my friends that I would catch up with them later. When I approached him, he quickly reminded me that his wife can’t see us talking. I told him to stop talking to me then. Anger came over him and he grabbed me by my shoulders. He looked around. Then opened a door and threw me in. I fell to the ground. He locked the door behind us. We were in a storage closet.

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Julie 1844-332-2639 Ext 453

I can’t believe I have to pretend to be a very successful real estate agent! I don’t have a clue what I’m doing. But I have to pull this off for my friend. She’s counting on making this sale. It’s going to be the biggest of her career. But of course the stress got to her. She woke up with a migraine. So I can’t let her down. I have to pretend I’m her since I’m not licensed. Luckily, she’s never met this client. All she knows is he’s very wealthy. I got there in plenty of time to go through the 20,000 sq. ft. 4 story property. But when I heard the door chime, my heart sank, and my mind went blank. When I opened the door, I lost all touch with reality for a moment in time. He was the sexiest man. Very well dressed, dark hair, light eyes, and that smile…

I tried to act professional. But he could tell I was nervous. The funny thing is he thought I was getting tongue tied because I was attracted to him. Little did he know it was that. But I had no idea what I was doing either.

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Diana 1-844-332-2639 Ext. 248

It was a lazy Sunday afternoon. My darling sissy was all dolled up in his cute pink panties and sheer thigh-high stockings, just the way I like him. I was lounging on the bed in just a lacy bra and garter belt, feeling rather frisky.

“I think it’s time we try something new, sissy,” I purred, my voice dripping with mock sweetness. “I’m going to peg that pathetic pussy of yours.”

My sissy’s eyes went wide as saucers. “P-Peg me, sis? But I’ve never-”

“Shh, you’ll do as you’re told,” I cooed, patting his cheek condescendingly. “Now be a good girl and fetch me the strap-on.”

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Diana 1-844-332-2639 Ext. 248

I couldn’t believe it when I found myself in the middle of a steamy, sweaty pile of hard, chiseled bodies. I had always been a bit of a party girl, but this was a new level of debauchery, even for me.

It all started when I was invited to a party at the college football team’s house. I had always had a bit of a thing for the muscular jocks, and I couldn’t resist the opportunity to rub shoulders (and more) with them.

As I made my way through the crowded house, I couldn’t help but notice the hungry looks the guys were giving me. I could feel their eyes on my curves, and I knew I had their attention.

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Diana 1-844-332-2639 Ext. 248

This spooky season I was thinking back to when I was in my early 20’s and it was Halloween night and my girlfriends and I were excited to go trick-or-treating together. We had all dressed up in sexy costumes: I was a naughty nurse, my best friend Jessica was a witch, and the other girls were a sexy cop, a devil and a French maid. If we got any candy, that would be great. But we all had something else in mind too.

As we walked from house to house, giggling and knocking on doors, we noticed that many of the dads who answered were wearing masks. But these were no ordinary masks for Halloween. These were masks that concealed some of the hottest men in the neighborhood, who had a twinkle in their eyes as they looked us up and down.

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Zesty Zoey 1-844-332-2639 Ext 403

My femboi Paige and I found ourselves captured together.  We’d been tossed into the back of a van locked in separate crates.  I asked him if he knew what was going on.  But he informed me that he was as clueless as I was.  We felt the van drive for a while.  Then it stopped and the side doors were jerked open.  Our captors pulled us from the crates in which we’d been transported.  They secured our hands behind our backs and placed collars around our necks.  Then they showed us what the collars were for as they surged our bodies with electrical shocks when we didn’t obey immediately.  Then they inserted a dildo gag into Paige’s mouth and led us inside.

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Poker Night

Posted 2 months ago by Diana

Diana 1-844-332-2639 Ext. 248

It was a Friday night and I was visiting my parent’s house back home. My dad was hosting his weekly poker  night with his buddies at their house.

I decided to give them a little show. My tight little crop top was struggling to contain my perky tits and my short denim shorts hugged my bubble butt perfectly. I bent over in front of the open doorway, pretending to get something off the floor. That’s when I first caught the eye of Tommy, one of my dad’s poker pals. Our eyes met and I gave him a little wink and pouty lip smile. He looked me up and down hungrily.

Tommy must have told the other guys, because soon I could hear the poker game being abandoned, nearly a dozen men crowding in the doorway. I stood up straight and gave them an innocent look, like who me? “Oops, I didn’t see you boys there! Sorry, I was just…cleaning up.” I could feel their eyes devouring my body. Knowing I had them all worked up, I decided to have a little fun.

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Diana 1-844-332-2639 Ext. 248

I suppose there is a time and place for soft and gentle, but I prefer it rough. I want to feel it in my body days after we’ve fucked. Pound the fuck out of me. That’s how I want it.

When I’m on my hands and knees, doggy style, you can smack my ass as hard as you want. Leave handprints all over my perfect round peach.

Grip my hips and pull me roughly into your body. Use my pussy for your cock’s pleasure, hard and fast. Jackhammer my hole to make your prick feel good.

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Julie 1844-332-2639 Ext 453

“A man does indeed have needs, and you deserve to have those needs met” I assure Derek. He seems a bit nervous today, so I ask him why. He confesses that he’s been thinking about something taboo that he’s a little bit embarrassed to admit. I remind him that he has no reason to feel embarrassed. He then tells me that he has a reoccurring fantasy that he just can’t shake, no matter how hard he tries. “I just can’t stop wondering what it would feel like to put my hard cock inside of a very tight little asshole. And I also wonder what it would feel like to have something put into my asshole.”  Excited by the thought, I let him know that he’s going to get what he desires. While instructing him to take off his clothes, I grab my bag and pull out my dildo. I drip some oil on it as he watches me. His cock is rock hard and dripping precum. I’m scared to make him cum too fast. So I figure that I should take it slow. I lay down on the couch and pull my legs up to my chest.

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Diana 1-844-332-2639 Ext. 248

As I stood in the softly lit bedroom, my heart raced with anticipation. Tonight was the night I had been dreaming about: pegging my boyfriend. The air felt charged with a mix of excitement as I prepared, the strap-on glimmering enticingly under the warm glow of the lamp.

My boyfriend entered the room, his eyes widening as he took in the sight before him. I could see the flicker of curiosity, fear and desire dance in his gaze.  I approached him slowly, feeling empowered, the weight of the harness a comforting reminder of what was to come.

“Are you ready?” I whispered, my voice thick with need. He nodded, biting his lip, and I could see a flush creeping up his neck. I leaned down to meet him, our lips brushing softly before I captured him in a deeper kiss. His hands found my waist, pulling me closer, as if to say he was entrusting himself to me.

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