Under The Blanket

Belle 1844-332-2639 X 444

Friday nights are for high school football! My girls and I got all dressed up for the game; you never know who’ll be in the stands. I was wearing a tiny denim skirt with my Converse and a little crop top that showed off my midriff. It seemed like the whole town came out for the game. The stands were packed with hollering parents and cheering teenagers.

My group of girls found a spot high up on the bleachers where we could look down over everyone and watch the hot players smash into each other. The sun slowly sank behind the trees, and the bright lights came on overhead. I started to rub my arms, as the sun’s rays were no longer keeping me warm; my barely there outfit was doing nothing to ward off the fall chill. Chad must have seen my attempt at warming up and decided to make a move.

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For as long as I can remember, you’ve been different than other boys. Your voice was always a little softer, more feminine. Your mannerisms are more gentile. It wasn’t long before people started to talk. Mentioning how my son might be a faggot. I’m not one of those moms who would be ashamed of a gay son, but I wanted to do everything I could for you.

Baby, I had to do it to save you from the cruel and harsh treatments of this world! People would bully you if Mommy didn’t try to make you straight. It was just as hard for me that first night I came into your room and told you I would help you. There was so much fear in your face when I told you to take down your pants.

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Alone On Stage

xXx Francie xXx 844-332-2639 x 208

I posed, alone on stage in the darkness, waiting for the music to build. My heartbeat was pounding in my chest as the steps of my routine played over and over in my head. I’d practiced a thousand times, but this would be my first performance. I could hear the gravelly tones of men talking in hushed voices until the spotlight flicked over my body, making me the only thing visible in the room. Then, a hush fell over the crowd as the bright light above highlighted my luscious curves. The music swelled, and my hips swayed to the beat. Rhythmically. Hypnotically.

I faced the crowd expecting… I don’t know what. Horny men jerking off? Piles of cash being flung at my feet? I’m not sure what I expected, but darkness wasn’t it. My head bowed, chin tucked to my shoulder as I reached behind me to pull the strings of my top. The bodice floated to the floor, and cheers reached my ears. I wasn’t alone at all.

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Diana 1-844-332-2639 Ext. 248

Mmm, I can still feel the warmth of Bull’s thick cock as he emptied his massive load deep inside me. He fucked me so hard and deep, stretching my tight pussy to its limits, before filling me to the brim with his hot seed. Now, I turn to you, my pathetic cuck, with a wicked grin.

“Come on, Cuck, clean it up,” I purr, running a finger through the creamy mess coating my inner thighs. “You know you can’t resist the opportunity to taste what’s yours…even if it’s been claimed by another man.”

I spread my legs wide, exposing my dripping cunt to your hungry gaze. You can’t help but salivate at the sight, your eyes glued to the evidence of Bull’s conquest. “Go on, lap it up like the good little cuck you are,” I coo, encouraging your obedience.

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Casual Kevin

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Cory 1-844-332-2639 ext 407

Kevin and I, we’d been “casual” for a few weeks, which in the real world meant “hooking up whenever his girlfriend, Honey, was out of town or at her pottery class.” My apartment was literally next door, so the commute was minimal, the discretion even less so. We both knew it was a terrible idea, but his charm was a potent, morally bankrupt force, and my willpower was…well, let’s just say it was on sabbatical.

This particular Tuesday, Honey was supposedly at a weekend-long retreat for artisanal candle makers. Kevin, ever the opportunist, had texted me at 10 AM. By 10:30, I was letting myself into his place, the familiar scent of his expensive coffee and my own impending bad decisions hanging in the air. We’d started in the kitchen, migrated to the sofa, and eventually, in a moment of utter, ill-advised passion, found ourselves butt naked, fucking on the bathroom floor.

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My Sister's BBC Husband

Trans Goddess Alexus 1844-332-2639 Ext 349

My sister married the hottest black guy. Her husband is tall and works out all the time. His body is sinfully delicious, and while I’m usually super confident around men, he makes me nervous. Whenever I’m with them, I can feel his gaze on me. As if he’s examining some mystery he can’t quite figure out, and I know the mystery is whether or not I have a cock. My family doesn’t talk about my transition, so I’m not sure he has any idea or if my sister has told him, but every time he’s around, my balls ache.

She was having surgery and asked if I’d stay with them for the week to help out around the house and take her back and forth to appointments while he worked. Of course, I said I would, but something deep in my gut knew it was going to be trouble.

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The Bad Doctor

Diana 1-844-332-2639 Ext. 248

I’m not proud of what happened, but desperate times call for desperate measures. My expensive insurance won’t cover the medication I so desperately need. The doctor’s harsh words still echo in my mind: “Sorry, Diana, but that medication is out of your network.” As I gripped the armrests of his plush office chair, tears pricked at the corners of my eyes. Without that medicine, my chronic condition would worsen, leaving me debilitated.

That’s when Dr. Thompson leaned in, his voice husky with a promise. “If you let me take care of you in a more…personal way, I’ll provide you with the medication for free.” My heart pounded as I processed his proposal. Could I really resort to such a transactional agreement? But the desperate woman in me knew I had no choice.

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Tinkering Trio

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My step-dad is having his weekly poker night in his tinkering room. He builds all kinds of weird things in there. He’s been begging me to hang out with him in there so we could bond, but I don’t care about all the weird science things he messes with. Mom is gone for the weekend, and I can hear his ***** friends laughing and joking as they play their stupid card game.

All of a sudden, the power throughout the whole house flickers and goes out. At the same time, the noise from the tinkering room goes silent. After a few seconds, I hear the backup generator roar to life, and a few lights come back on. When the sounds of grown men playing their games don’t start back up, I wander down the hall to find out what happened.

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The Mistake

Diana 1-844-332-2639 Ext. 248

I’ve always been diligent about my work, so when I made a critical error that jeopardized a major project, I knew I was in for it. My boss, Mr. Blackwood, summoned me to his office, his expression grim.

As I entered, I felt a mix of dread and shame. He gestured for me to close the door and take a seat. I did, fidgeting anxiously under his piercing gaze.

“This mistake of yours could cost the company a significant amount of money and damage our reputation,” he stated, his voice low and controlled. “You need to learn a lesson about responsibility.”

Before I could respond, he stood and circled his desk, his eyes burning into mine. He abruptly grabbed my wrists and pulled me to my feet, binding them behind my back using leather restraints.

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Cowboy Summer

Diana 1-844-332-2639 Ext. 248

The summer air was electric with excitement as the rodeo rolled into town. As a local, I couldn’t resist the allure of the dusky arena, the smell of sweat and leather, and the raw energy of the competition.

That’s where I met him – the hottest cowboy I’d ever laid eyes on. Tall, with broad shoulders and a strong jaw, his piercing blue eyes seemed to see right through me. He wore his hat at a rakish angle, a smirk playing at the corners of his mouth as he surveyed the crowd. I felt a shiver run down my spine as our gazes met.

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