A Very Cucky Valentines

Francie 1844-332-2639 xXx 208

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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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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Julie 1844-332-2639 Ext 453

“I don’t deserve happiness. And to be honest, I haven’t felt it in so many years, that I forgot what it feels like. I’ve resigned myself to the fact that this is how the rest of my life will be. I’ve been beaten down emotionally all of my life. I’ve realized that my needs aren’t important. Nobody cares.” He shared with me.

Oh no, that is not true My Darling. You do deserve happiness. Your needs are important. And your feelings do matter. Fuck anyone and everyone that says anything different. Reclaim your life back. It’s too short. None of us should settle for anything less than pure bliss. Or we should at least be able to strive for it. Without anyone standing in our way. We should surround ourselves with people that want the best for us. Not people that hold us back from our happiness.

“She uses me for my money. That’s all she cares about. She’s manipulative and conniving. Prancing around here in her cute little outfits teasing and tantalizing me. Then she takes my money and leaves me hard and leaking. But deep down I know I really do deserve this.

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Diana 1-844-332-2639 Ext. 248

I’m so sorry to say this, but your title of Lover has officially been revoked, effective immediately. You are hereby demoted to a mere Clean-up Cuck.

You see, while you’ve been working so hard to please me, I’ve been secretly meeting my real lover – a virile, well-endowed stud who knows how to satisfy me in ways you could only dream of. And satisfy me he does, again and again, filling me to the brim with his thick, potent seed.

I know you thought you could handle my needs, but it turns out your little cock just wasn’t enough. Not compared to the massive, girthy rod my bull possesses. When he takes me, I’m stretched to my limits, impaled on his shaft over and over until I’m a quivering, cum-filled mess. My pussy is ruined for anyone else.

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xXx Francie xXx 844-332-2639 x 208

If we’ve played before, you may be unaware that I’m a switch. Perhaps I’ve forced you to suck cock for me or giggled at your tiny dick, but that isn’t what gets me off. That’s what gets you off. Did you even bother to ask what turns me on? I thrive when I’m submitting to an Alpha male. A real man who knows what he wants from a girl like me and isn’t hesitant to take it.

A man who’ll make me do the humiliating things I force you beta boys to do, even though he knows I’m in a committed relationship. Yeah, you read that correctly. I have a boyfriend. A meek-mannered, beta boyfriend who enjoys hearing about me being taken by a real man: so this is us advertising that we need an Alpha!

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Kayla 844-33-CANDY EXT 357

My snow pants were wet from where I’d been sitting in the snowbank, watching Jake try to figure out how to balance on his snowboard. I curled my gloved fingers in front of my mouth. Trying to blow hot air on them to try to warm them up. We’d been out here for hours trying to enjoy the fresh powder, and we hadn’t even gotten off the baby slopes.

Looking over towards the bigger trails, I longed to be over there. I wanted to glide down the mountain while leaning my weight back and forth. Such a freeing feeling but no. Here I sat in the mother fucking snow, watching Jake fall to his knees over and over. “Wanna give it a rest?” I ask hopefully. We came up here for a romantic weekend in the mountains at a luxurious ski resort but should have just stayed in bed. He shook his head and muffled something about almost having it. Sure, he did. A tall, lean snowboarder with colored goggles sped down the piste and skirted the snowflakes to stop right in front of me.

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Amber 1-844-33-CANDY ext 404

I watch as your eyes widen in surprise, your mouth hanging open in shock. You can’t believe what you’re seeing – your wife, Amber, bent over the kitchen counter, skirt hiked up around her waist, as a massive BBC plunges into her from behind. “Yes!” she cries out, throwing her head back in ecstasy. “Fuck me harder, baby!” You stare, frozen in place, as the sound of their bodies slapping together, the sight of that huge dick disappearing inside your wife’s wet pussy – is almost too much to take in.

But as you stand there, watching, something strange happens. You feel a stirring in your own pants, your cock growing hard as you watch Amber get fucked by this stranger. You can’t believe it, but you’re getting turned on by this whole scene. “What’s wrong with me?” you mutter to yourself, but you can’t deny the evidence. Your dick is rock hard, straining against your pants, begging to be released. Amber must notice the bulge in your pants, because she turns to look at you, a wicked smile spreading across her face. “Like what you see, baby?” she asks, her voice dripping with lust. “You want a taste

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Francie 1844-332-2639 xXx 208

My high heels swung from my right hand as I padded my bare feet down the hotel hallway. Last night’s dress was a tad bit more rumpled from spending the night on a stranger’s floor, and my hair probably looked how the rest of me felt—wrecked. I smiled at the maid, who was gawking at me as I passed. She’s the one who brings breakfast to my boyfriend and me’s room each morning, so she must know I missed it this morning.

My boyfriend is on a work trip out of town, and I love tagging along. It’s a chance to have a new adventure in a new city. Another opportunity to have a new cock, while he is busy making me money. What’s not to like?

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Sherry 844-332-2639 ext 399

It’s Saturday night all these lost souls calling to be played with. I listen to them call my name. Oh, there is one that I would love to play with. I start to whisper to her, calling her to me. MMM, she is hungry let’s order pizza for dinner. As I get there, the pizza man is knocking at her door. I lean into him and whisper in his ear what must be done.

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xXx Francie xXx 844-332-2639 x 208

The guy I’ve been dating is a big fisherman. He recently bought a really sexy speed boat and made some excuse that he wanted to have a comfortable place for me to sunbathe when I went out on the boat with him. Most often, I have no desire to be out there with him and the bait, but then he mentioned he was bringing along his fishing buddy this weekend.

The man who tags along with him is sexy as hell! He’s married, but he is a huge flirt every time I see him around. I figured being around him in a bikini while he’s been drinking all day, out on the water, was the perfect cocktail for getting his dick.

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