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Sissy Slut Bob Pays The Rent

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I told my useless faggot boyfriend that if he didn’t start helping with the bills by getting a job, I’d find a way to make him pay. His lazy, good-for-nothing ass STILL didn’t look for a job after I dressed him in lingerie and invited six men over to gangbang him. I thought the idea of getting fucked for money would make him straighten up. However, the fucking cock lover has actually gotten lazier, if that’s even possible.

It’s clear he wants his holes getting stretched out and getting his face full of cum to be the only way he helps me out with the expenses around here. I came home to find him playing his video games again, and I threw the bag of slutty lingerie at his chest. “What’s this, baby?” He barely even looked away from the screen to check the bag.

“It’s the lingerie your sissy, slut ass is going to be wearing when you make our rent money tonight.” There was a spark of excitement in his gaze when he looked at me, and I sighed. Of course, there was no trepidation or fear. He loves being a cock sucking faggot.

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Make Me Moan

Posted 2 weeks ago by Aynsley

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As I lay sprawled across my college bed, I couldn’t stifle the needy whimper that escaped my lips. My boyfriend, Asher, stood before me, his intense gaze flicking between my flushed face and the evidence of my desire between my thighs.

I’d been craving his touch all day, a constant ache deep within my core. Now, with him so close, I wanted nothing more than for him to devour me whole. To lose himself in the slick heat of my pussy, to make me cry out his name until my voice was hoarse.

“Aynsley, you’re dripping,” Asher murmured, his fingers tracing the swollen lips of my aching sex. “I can hardly stand it.” His eyes darkened with lust as he dragged his thumb through my wet folds, circling my clit with deliberate slowness.

I bucked my hips, seeking more of that maddening pressure. “Please, Asher,” I breathed, my hands tangling in his hair. “Make me moan. I need it so bad.”

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Take Over For Me

Posted 2 weeks ago by Rita

Take Over For Me

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Loser #One strained against the duct tape stretched over his chest and hips. Uselessly, obviously, he wasn’t going anywhere until I was finished with him. His cock jutted out thick and juicy, dripping from the hour-long edging session I was tormenting him with. More duct tape gagged his mouth, so I didn’t have to hear his constant pleading for release. The cock sleeve in my hand bobbed up and down. Stretching over his head and making squelching/slurping sounds with every stroke, but my hand was growing tired. “Take over for me!” I barked at Loser #Two.

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Holy fuck, the way you moan into the phone when I talk dirty just makes me wanna cum so hard. I’m 20, a junior at some fancy middle upper class college, and I’m basically a slut for any cock that pleases me. But when it’s you, texting filthy messages and gooning harder than anyone else, I’m putty in your hands.

We’re in the middle of a bangin’ phone sex session, our voices husky with desire as we describe every filthy detail. You’re getting me so wet, I can barely type back fast enough. My panties are drenched, and I’m such a needy little thing, craving your touches.

“You love when I tell you how I’m going to fuck you, don’t you, lil’ slut? Coz I know you’re fingering yourself right now like a good girl,” you write, making me squeal with pleasure. Oh hell yeah, I am! Two fingers buried deep, making circles around that sensitive clit.

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Boy Boobs

Posted 4 weeks ago by Rita

Boy Boobs

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I bet you’ve wondered a time or two why boys even have boobs. They serve no functional purpose. Not like female breasts, which nourish babies and make boys stupid when they see them. So, what other reason could men possibly have tits for if they aren’t meant for me to abuse them?

To pinch, pluck, or clamp the tender little peaks until they feel overwhelmed with pain and pleasure.

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Holy fuck I missed this job. Being a phone sex operator is no joke, and it takes skill, seduction, and a whole lot of dirty talk. But hey, that’s exactly why I’m here, isn’t it? Aren’t you glad I’m back?

After a couple of months abroad, I’m back and raring to go, ready to unleash my inner seductress once more. As I slip into my comfiest, most provocative loungewear, I can already feel the familiar heat of anticipation building within me. It’s like my body is saying, “Alright, Aynsley, let’s get this sexy party started!”

I settle into my cozy little lair, the one adorned with plush throw pillows, soft candlelight, and the faint scent of lavender, all designed to set the mood for the torrid tales I’m about to weave. I fire up the old reliable headset and let my fingers dance across the keyboard, typing out greetings and teasing opening lines for the eager clients who’ll soon be on the other end.

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Amber Chaperons Alexus' Professional Hypno-Therapy

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Playing in one’s mind can be a perilous game. For the boy who granted access, that is. Russel came to me a while back because he’d fallen into a trap. He allowed a wicked Mistress into his mind, and she planted triggers, making it impossible for him to date. He was nervous around women and thought that if hypnosis got him into that situation, just maybe it could also get him out.

On my couch, he found utter relaxation. His mind welcomed me in, and I made it my playground. Erasing some triggers, planting new ones, and making him my toy while his mind was putty between my fingers. Russel, however, began to question the professionalism of our sessions after going home to find cum in his pants after every therapy hour.

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“Dr. Julie, what should I do?” Those words just kept playing over and over again, through my head. We had fallen hard for each other. I had known each him for quite some time. But after his wife broke his heart, one thing led to another. And our professional relationship crossed the line. I was in deep. He had invited me to a luxury beachfront resort for the weekend. I couldn’t believe that he had gotten us a private cabana! We were having the most amazing evening. Dinner at the rooftop restaurant was so romantic. Then we took a quick dip in the private pool. We had to quickly retreat back into our cabana and our personal hot tub because of his raging boner. And before I knew it, the hot tub jets were sending me into complete ecstasy. That’s when all of a sudden, he asked if we could talk about his fetish. I had completely forgotten about his fetish! It’s as if my brain was on rewind and I saw it all over again. Our whirlwind romance had clouded my mind with too much dopamine. But he had indeed mentioned a fetish.

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Sister Trance

Posted 2 months ago by Writer

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I know I had a little too much when I started grinding on my own sister. After about 5 or 6 shots we were off with  a bang, Dancing, grinding, and touching all over each other on the dance floor. She was so hot though really, younger sexy me. Sister love. She has this booty that don’t quit, with legs to match. So, there we are, tipsy and twerking on each other at the night club. We were really feeling the vibe, and the beat to the music took us into a trance.

We were a little handsy with each other that night. I grabbed her tight firm ass , clutching it very hard. I spanked her all over the dance floor. Her skirt was around her waste by the time the club closed.

Several strangers tried to intervene by shoving their way in between us, but that move was honestly a no-go. We couldn’t keep our hand off each other. The way she moved, was like a sweet divine being in the clouds. Our movements were perfectly in twine with one another. She was absolutely gorgeous. We were in a sister Trance.

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I am  daddy’s Passenger princess.

We had a long road trip ahead of us. Driving all the way to Granny’s. It was a 12 hour ride, and we were all packed, ready to go. Just me and my daddy. I loved our  daddy and daughter trips.  We always have our one on one time in the car on trips together. Singing songs, trivia, and good laughs.

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