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Rachel 1*844*332*2639 Ext 457

I was minding my own business at my new job and guess who came in. My professor and his wife. Long story short, they gave me a big tip to go back to their place when I got off work. With much trepidation, I decided to just do it. I didn’t want them to cause any issues to jeopardize my new job. Plus, I needed the money.

When I arrived, my professor answered the door which was out of the ordinary. Then he sent me back to their room. When I walked in, there she was. She was wearing black leather short shorts, bustier, and thigh high boots. And she of course had her whip. My heart dropped because I didn’t know what was going to happen. They were both acting different than usual. She told me to strip down or she’d rip my clothes off. So I did as I was told. Then she said “Tonight it’s my turn with Little Rachel.” I hadn’t seen that coming. And to be honest, I was scared of what she had in mind. She walked over to the drawer and grabbed some handcuffs and a strap on dildo.

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Rhonda Makes Her Boyfriend Gay

Trans Goddess Alexus 1844-332-2639 Ext 349

Hanging out with couples is always a thrilling experience for me. I never know exactly what will happen. My friend Rhonda asked if I wanted to come over for movie night with her and her boyfriend. Lately, she’s been complaining about him. Even going so far as to say his cock doesn’t please her. I guess it’s on the smaller side, but I didn’t really hope for any action when I agreed to go to movie night.

When I got there, her boyfriend was a little standoffish. It happens with straight guys sometimes. They just don’t know how to handle knowing a beautiful woman like me has a cock. However, I soon realized Rhonda’s intentions to make her boyfriend gay as we sat on the couch and she started rubbing both of our thighs.

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There’s this one rude client at the club. It’s a very upscale, member’s only gentlemen’s club. So the clientele is wealthy, high profile men. Most of them are confident, quiet, charismatic, and kind. But this one is just an asshole. There’s no way to put it nicely. And the other night he was being extra obnoxious. Then to top it off, he wanted a private dance. I wasn’t feeling it. But it’s my job. And money is money.

Once in a private room, he explained how he caught his wife cheating. I guess that also explained his mood and attitude that night. So I figured he just needed to have some fun to forget for a bit. I began to loosen his tie, rub his shoulders, and rub my tits and ass on him. But he proceeded to talk about his wife and how maybe he should just let her get satisfied by other men. I just continued to try to distract him from all of that. But I guess that rubbed him the wrong way because his rudeness began to escalate. Before I knew it, he was being plain mean. I was so done with this asshole.

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Babysitter Wanted

Valerie 1844-332-2639 Ext 243

When I saw the ad for a babysitter, I had no idea it would lead me back into Liam’s life. The ad was on a popular fetish site where like-minded individuals can look for play partners. It’s stated that a couple was looking for a part-time sitter for an adult baby diaper lover (ABDL) Male while his girlfriend would be going on dates. The duties would require checking chastity device safety and cleanliness, as well as managing diaper changes and the nighttime bath routine. Easy enough for a pro like me. I texted the number, and the woman asked if I could come over that same night so she could get out of the house for some fun.

They lived close to my apartment, so I got myself ready and used GPS to find their address. When I arrived, I saw the last name on the mailbox and giggled. They had the same name as my old high school flame. It isn’t a common name, and I guess that should have clued me in, but I walked to the door blindly.

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Cory 1-844-332-2639 ext 407

I’ve had an interesting week. It involved pizza, questionable life choices, and an experience I can only describe as “unexpectedly empowering.”  It all started with a text. You know, the kind that makes you raise an eyebrow and think, “Did I read that right?” A friend, we’ll call him Bob (because let’s be honest, every story like this involves a Bob), asked me a question that landed somewhere between bizarre and flattering. “Hey, Cory. Do you know anyone who would come over and fuck you while I watch?”

My response? Let’s just say it was less “Dear Abby” and more “YEAH, BABY!” Look, I’m not going to pretend I wasn’t intrigued. Curiosity got the better of me, okay! Besides, who am I to deny a consenting adult their preferences? So, I brought over a friend, popped some popcorn, and prepared for the weirdest Netflix and Chill session of my life. Let me tell you, there’s something strangely liberating about being the center of attention in that kind of scenario. It’s like performance art, but with more kissing. Or maybe less. Not always on the mouth, but definitely on the lips! Depends on your definition of art, I guess.

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Cucked By The Contractor

Mama Felicity 1844-332-2639 Ext 270

“Mama, please. I don’t want to work from the living room today.” Jason pouted as I tapped up his nice and snug diaper. He wore just a tiny t-shirt that showed a bit of his tummy.

“I have to supervise the contractor working in the kitchen, and I also have to keep an eye on you.” I booped his nose with my finger and turned to grab his laptop. “This is easier on Mama if you are both within eyesight.” Jason stomped his foot as he stood. He wanted to argue so badly but knew it was pointless. I passed him his work computer and patted his padded butt.

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Ebony 844-332-2639 ext 240

The crackling fire cast flickering shadows across your face, highlighting the Lust in your eyes at the campfire. The others were fast asleep, curled in their sleeping bags, oblivious to the tension thickening between us. You shifted closer, the heat of your body rivaling the flames.”I can’t take it anymore,” you murmured, voice raw with need. I smirked, tilting my head. “Take what, exactly?”

Your breath hitched. “You know what.”

Leaning in, I let my fingers graze your wrist. You shuddered. I reveled in your restraint, your hands clenched into fists as if fighting the urge to pull me closer.”Say it,” I whispered against your ear, my lips a ghost of a touch away.Your jaw tightened, and then, barely above a breath, you admitted, “I need you.”

I let the silence stretch, watching you unravel in the anticipation, your pupils blown wide. My fingers trailed down your arm, igniting goosebumps.

“Beg,” I commanded, voice dripping with control.Your body tensed, your need undeniable. “Please…”

A slow smile curved my lips. I leaned in, letting my breath tease your skin.

“Good boy.”

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A Very Cucky Valentines

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Conning a loser on Valenties Day is one of my favorite things to do. This year, I knew it would be extra special. The guy I’ve been dating for the last six months is very sappy. He loves love and all of the bull hockey that comes with it.

Ever since New Year’s Eve, he’s been asking how I would like to celebrate Valentine’s Day. Personally, staying home and fucking till we break each other’s bodies would be good for me, but his little dick could never keep up with my expectations. I told him whatever he thought was romantic would be fine with me. Because secretly, I’d already planned to sabotage his love fest with a very cucky Valentines of my own.

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BBCuck

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Miss Anna was on a date with her neighbor. She didn’t think much of him, after all, he was very meek and very shy. It took him a year to attempt to ask her out, and when he did so he stuttered and dropped all of his mail on the ground. She reluctantly said yes, and chose the date and time to pick her up. She also chose the restaurant which was anything but cheap.

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Double Diapers

Mama Felicity 1844-332-2639 Ext 270

“Mommy?” Baby whimpered into the phone, but he only heard my giggling on the other end. “Mommy, please. Are you there?” He knew I was on a date with a real man. You know, one who doesn’t wear diapers when he’s stressed out, and I’d told him not to stay up and wait for me to come back home. Another round of giggles keeps me from answering until he annoyingly whimpers my name again.

“What? I told you to go to bed an hour ago. Why are you calling me AGAIN? You are interrupting my fun.”

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