Category: anal

Gabrielle 1-844-332-2639 ext 469

I was feeling my usual slutty mood, so I arranged myself a threesome with my hubby Dan and another stranger, Mike. I wanted both my holes filled tonight. The boys were called over as I got dressed and ready to be ravaged. I wore a matching black bra and thong set, covered up with a lavender silk robe. Ding Dong. The boys arrived and I was waiting.

The boys walked up to my room to meet me. Mike slowly walked up to me and started nibbling on my ear, working his way down my neck. He lightly pulled down my robe, and I felt it tickle my body before it hit the floor. He reached around the back of me and unclipped my bra and that hit the floor too. Continuing his journey down my body, he stopped at my luscious full tits. They were quite the mouthful, and he sucked and bit my nipples. I could feel the electricity run through my body.

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You Were Made To Be Mounted

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“Wait, I’m not sure.” The quiver in your voice makes my pussy wet. I love that you’re unsure and scared. My hand rubs over your back gently, and I moan. After you slipped that little secret curiosity about being pegged, I haven’t been able to stop thinking about fucking you. I’d convinced you to let me try, but still, you’re hesitant. “You’ll go slow?” You ask me over your shoulder, and I nod. It’s a lie. I have no intention of being gentle or slow once I break into your virgin asshole.

My hand slips over your ass cheeks, and I giggle when they clench. Then I cup your balls, kneading them in my hand as I purr, “You were made to be mounted, baby. Just relax.”

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Stella 1-844-332-2639 ext 322

My collection of toys is a gallery of exquisite agony and, to be entirely honest with you, I love it. Each object holds its own place in my heart; however, there are two in particular that I love the most. There’s a heavy, weighted flogger constructed from braided leather that feels like a conversation with gravity every time I use it. I’ve also recently acquired a set of glass blown dilators that shimmer like trapped lightning under the dim glow of my crystal chandelier.

When I’m here in my dungeon, I’m not Stella the accountant, or Stella the daughter, or Stella the woman who worries about the passage of time. I’m only known as Mistress Stella, the creator of sensations. I love the way the room seems to inhale when I’m ready to play. There’s a specific kind of power in being the stillness at the heart of the storm, and I relish every moment of it. I pick up a single, slender crop, testing the weight of it against my palm. The leather is supple, worn smooth by years of practiced intent.

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ass fucking

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Think fast! You’re my ride share driver after a long night out getting clubbing and making myself horny. Would you rather get 5 stars or use 3 holes? My favorite kind of drivers know they can get both. I climb into the backseat of your car in a skin tight dress that already makes your cock excited. It’s so short that it rides up my thighs when I sit. You can see my pretty lace thong peaking between my thighs every time my legs shift a little bit. But of course, you wouldn’t take advantage of the situation until I give you no choice.  Continue reading “Milan’s Naughty Ass Fucking in the Backseat” →

Rectal Exam

Posted 3 weeks ago by Melanie

Melanie 1-844-33-CANDY ext 463

I love playing dress up, don’t you? What do you want me to dress up as today, babe? Hope you’re not allergic to latex, because I drape my whole body in a skintight latex leotard so I can be your nurse. I heard it might be time for your rectal exam? Come inside and sit on the chair.

Drew walked into my room where I had a nicely padded chair with a hole in the bottom. I wanted his ass to be comfy, but it had a nice round hole for easy access later. There was also a table with some chains and buckles attached. That would be for chaining him down so I can perform some ass play on him later. I always like to think ahead, ya know? I looked at Drew and said, “be good and I might give you my fingers later.”

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Sexy Photos

Posted 4 weeks ago by Gabrielle

Gabrielle 1-844-332-2639 ext 469

Be honest. How many women out there have taken sexy photos of themselves and sent them to boys? I think we’ve all done it. It’s our chance to feel sexy, powerful and in charge. And I know for me, I LOVE male attention and being told how beautiful I am (even though I already know it’s true). But I never get tired of hearing it.

Well, I had something new I wanted to do for my hubby. I didn’t want to make him jealous, but I wanted to see his reaction of these sexy photos and what he thought knowing I sent them to my exes. So, I went into my closet and pulled down a fancy box of things from my college days. In there I found a handful of old polaroids. All nude. I left nothing to the imagination.

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Did You Want To Fill My Ass?

Trans Goddess Alexus 1844-332-2639 Ext 349

Sometimes, a girl wants to have her ass filled. I realize it wasn’t the best place to get what I needed, but have you ever been so horny that you can’t think? I was at my apartment complex’s private pool. It was the middle of the day, and I hadn’t seen another person for hours. Assuming everyone was hard at work while I was soaking up the sun’s rays, I thought it would be safe to indulge.

I tuned on my side on the cushy lounger and bent one knee as my hand rubbed my fat ass. I loved how it felt to squeeze and knead my juicy rear end. My fingers dug deeper into my crack. Pulling my cheeks open and jiggling them about. It felt naughty and so hot. I slipped my fingers under my bikini bottom and traced my asshole. Thinking I was alone, I let my finger sink in.

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My First Crush

Posted 1 month ago by Writer

Tara 1-844-332-2639 ext 323

My first crush lived down the street from me, and back then, seeing him felt like the most exciting part of my week. Every time he smiled at me, my stomach would flip. He had this calm, gentle energy that made me feel safe and nervous at the same time.

Some nights, after everyone in the house had gone to sleep, I would quietly sneak out my window just to see him. I still remember the cool night air, the sound of my footsteps trying not to make noise, and the excitement building in my chest as I walked toward his house.

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Melanie 1-844-33-CANDY ext 463

Donnie came down to Mistress Melanie’s Dungeon of horror, ready and excited to get punished for the day. My assistant took him downstairs for me to wait until I gave the next steps. I wanted him nervous with anticipation, so I arrived downstairs an hour later. He heard my stilettos click clacking on the cement stairs, and his puny pecker grew.

The first thing I said to dear little Donnie was “Do I seem like the type to give you a little spanking when you’ve done something wrong?” He looked at me in astonishment and in a submissive tone said, “No.” He was being such a good little boy with his answers, and said again, “Good, now open that toy box and pick one that hurts because you deserve a proper punishment for today.”

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Gabrielle 1-844-33-CANDY ext 469

It was time to go to the beach for the first time this year. It was a beautiful day. The sun was shining and it was a hot and humid eighty-five degrees outside. I went out with a few girlfriends’, and we found a nice shady spot under a huge umbrella. We picked a nice little beach off the Georgia coast. Well, I think that college is out or must be on break because there were a lot of delicious young men to choose from, and that’s my favorite kind of man. The younger the better.

My friends and I had a little bet going on: we would walk for a mile and whoever got the most numbers in that mile won. The losers would have to buy dinner. I was wearing a purple bikini with rhinestones on the straps, and a sheer, black cover up. I wasn’t wearing my shoes, because who can wear heels in the sand? So, I went barefoot.

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