Feeding My Caged Slut

Trans Goddess Alexus 1844-332-2639 Ext 349

I strut around the two-foot-tall cage in the middle of my room. The farel beast inside has only enough room to turn around on its knees. I grin down at it as its hungry gaze follows me when I go around. It’s drooling, mouth just watering for a taste of my cock. “Are you hungry, you filthy pet?” It grunts and nods.

Its grubby fingers wrap around the cage bars and rattles the thing as if in an attempt to escape. “Mmm, you aren’t going anywhere till you break,” I remind the beast and get close enough for a string of precum to drip from the head of my cock, down between the bars, where it splatters on my pet’s waiting tongue. “You’ll be good this time?”

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Cory 1-844-332-2639 ext 407

I was walking home from the downtown farmer’s market, when the first drops of spring rain began to tap rhythmically on the cobblestones. I could feel the coolness seep into my shoes, making each step feel a little more risky in my high heels. As I pulled my oversized cardigan tighter, I caught a glimpse of someone else hurrying to seek shelter under the busted awning of a little café. His grin was half‑hidden by the brim of a drenched baseball cap. As I approached to take shelter myself, I thought, “Well, this could get interesting.”

He was taller than I expected, with a mop of dark curls that stuck to his forehead and mischievous eyes that seemed to laugh even before he said a word. I followed him inside and our shoulders brushed as we squeezed through the doorway. We ordered two steaming mugs of chai. “You know,” he murmured, “rain has a way of making people do reckless things.” I chuckled and replied, “Then let’s be reckless together.”

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Melanie 1-844-33-CANDY ext 463

I’m still young and I think I still got it, so I blend right in when the other college kids go on Spring Break. This weekend I’m going to Miami. That’s where all the hot single guys go, right? I’m so ready to have so many orgasms this weekend with some mysterious hot guy. Who’s going to be the lucky one?

I was at a club until 2am and that’s when I looked over and I saw him. We’ll call him Matthew for now. He was well over six feet, tan complexion, blue eyes, dark hair and covered in tattoos. I never could resist a bad boy. Our eyes locked for a moment and then I walked out, hoping he would follow me outside. Lucky me, he did.

I leaned against the wall in the sexiest pose I could think of, as he walked closer to me. Come on kitty, that’s right. Walk up to mama. Without saying anything, he ran his hands through my hair and started kissing me, and boy, was he a good kisser. Possibly the best. My pussy soaked my panties at the anticipation of what was to come.

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xXx Francie xXx 844-332-2639 x 208

One call, that’s all it takes. You’re looking for something different, something meaningful. You’ll find that in my voice, in my creative and manipulative mind. Your one mistake was telling me that you wanted to play out something I enjoyed. It seemed innocent when I confessed I wanted to be your hypnotic undoing.

You can’t actually be hypnotized through a phone call, right? So what’s the harm? You’ll comply. Pleasing me is fun. Lie back as I instruct and close your eyes. Listen to me, listen carefully. Tune out every other sound. Hear only me.

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Spring forward

TS Alexus 844-332-2639 EXT 349

It’s that time of year again! They say, ‘ Spring forward,’ I say spring on this dick! There is no better way to spend your lost hour than making up the time, sucking and fucking this dick. You know how much I hate mornings and waking up, so this time of year is extra hard for me.

You need to be a good little cock slut and ensure I wake up in a good mood.

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Melanie 1-844-33-CANDY ext 463

It was 2am when I heard my phone ring. I sleepily answered and Rob’s voice was on the other end. He told me he couldn’t sleep and was literally begging me to come over. He needed to cum so bad and I was the only one who could help him. A slut’s job is never done. I got up, put something sexy on, like my silk jammies and silk robe to cover up with, and drove to his house.

I arrived at 3am and was ready to do my slutty duty. As I yelled Rob’s name, I heard him respond and tell me to just come to his bedroom where he was waiting for me. He was laying in bed shirtless, with his legs slightly spread but still in boxers. His cock was hanging out of his boxers, slightly hard, but I knew he needed me.

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The Hooker You Called Has a Cock

Trans Goddess Alexus 1844-332-2639 Ext 349

Tommy is a filthy addict. When he falls off the wagon, he falls hard, and his bender can last for days. On the third night of steady usage, he got the idea to call up a hooker. He was tired of beating his dick all by himself and wanted to sink it into a nice, tight, willing hole.

Only he was too fucked up when dialing the company that he gave them the wrong name. The site overs a Lexi, who is a sexy little brunette with a bald pussy and an Alexus… Me. A tall, big assed TS with a six and a half inch cock. Tommy called for the hooker with a cock.

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Dumb Bitch Of A Boyfriend

Francie 1844-332-2639 xXx 208

Aaron was supposed to be home hours ago. He had promised to take me to a special Valentine’s Day dinner, and instead I am sitting on the couch, all dressed up and alone. I keep checking my watch and my phone. No text, no call, just radio silence from my dumb bitch of a boyfriend.

As I’m stewing, a thunderously obnoxious noise rattles my windows as a lifted truck comes barreling up the road. I can only imagine how small that dudes penis is. It’s so loud I have to press my hands to my ears till the engine shuts off. Only, It sounded like it shut off in front of my house. I stand up to look out the window, and sure enough. Fucking Aaron is jumping out of the shiny, new, expensive-looking truck.

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Mom's Curly Bush

Mama Felicity 1844-332-2639 Ext 270

Being a boy mom is so special. The way they love their Mom is like nothing else. Especially when they start to feel that love for Mommy in their special places. I’ve always been comfortable wearing little to nothing in my house. Prancing around in panties and a tee shirt or some slinky nightie when it was hot. It didn’t occur to me what my curly bush was doing to my teenage son until it was too late.

One warm spring night, we decided to have a movie night, just the boy and me. It felt like summer was already crawling upon us, so I stripped out of my work clothes and joined him on the couch, wearing a short nightie and no panties. It was sweltering, so I had to let my girl breathe. After sitting, I realized I forgot my drink, so I popped back up and scurried to the kitchen, where I stretched over the counter to grab it. I could feel the hem ride over my ass cheeks, but I assumed my boy was watching the TV. When I turned around, I realized just HOW much he loved his Mom.

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Melanie 1-844-33-CANDY ext 463

Mommy’s going to take really good care of you this evening. You’re getting to be such a good boy these days. Let’s start with a nice warm bath. I take off your shirt and bottoms, including your dirty diaper. You step into the bathtub and sit down, relaxing in the warm water. Now it’s time to bathe you little one.

I grab the bath sponge and soap it up and run it over your back and front, making sure to clean it all. I get your little arms and little legs all clean. Last but certainly not least, I clean your little peepee and make sure to soap it up real nice. I know you love the way your little peepee feels when I clean and massage it.

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