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You Were Made To Be Mounted

Francie 1844-332-2639 xXx 208

“Wait, I’m not sure.” The quiver in your voice makes my pussy wet. I love that you’re unsure and scared. My hand rubs over your back gently, and I moan. After you slipped that little secret curiosity about being pegged, I haven’t been able to stop thinking about fucking you. I’d convinced you to let me try, but still, you’re hesitant. “You’ll go slow?” You ask me over your shoulder, and I nod. It’s a lie. I have no intention of being gentle or slow once I break into your virgin asshole.

My hand slips over your ass cheeks, and I giggle when they clench. Then I cup your balls, kneading them in my hand as I purr, “You were made to be mounted, baby. Just relax.”

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Tara 1-844-332-2639 ext 323

I think smiles are incredibly dangerous. Not the polite kind you give a stranger in passing. I’m talking about the kind that catches you completely off guard and leaves you thinking about it hours later.

There is something irresistible about a person who knows how to smile. A playful grin from across the room. A mischievous look that says they’re up to no good. That split second when their eyes light up and suddenly you find yourself smiling right back without even meaning to.

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Gabrielle 1-844-33-CANDY ext 469

It was time to go to the beach for the first time this year. It was a beautiful day. The sun was shining and it was a hot and humid eighty-five degrees outside. I went out with a few girlfriends’, and we found a nice shady spot under a huge umbrella. We picked a nice little beach off the Georgia coast. Well, I think that college is out or must be on break because there were a lot of delicious young men to choose from, and that’s my favorite kind of man. The younger the better.

My friends and I had a little bet going on: we would walk for a mile and whoever got the most numbers in that mile won. The losers would have to buy dinner. I was wearing a purple bikini with rhinestones on the straps, and a sheer, black cover up. I wasn’t wearing my shoes, because who can wear heels in the sand? So, I went barefoot.

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Molly 1-844-332-2639 ext 449

I have a problem. I’m hot for my son’s teacher. I’ve broken more than one vibe thinking about him. When I first met him at the Open House in the beginning of the school year I knew I was in trouble. The way he commanded attention at the front of the room. The way he walked around the classroom handing out the syllabus. All I could think of was seeing if I could get him alone. Listening to his voice as he explained his expectations of his students; all I could do was imagine what he’d sound like while he worked me over.

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Melanie 1-844-33-CANDY ext 463

Randy called me up and begged me to sissify and humiliate him. He told me he wanted me to turn him into the next Ms. Candy. I knew this was going to be fun. I asked him to meet me in my dungeon of fun, later that evening, and the sissification could begin. I wore a black latex bodysuit with red stiletto heels, and you could hear them as I walked down the stairs to meet him.

Randy was a few minutes late, so as soon as he arrived, we had to begin, no time could be wasted. I had a pretty little pink frilly, lacey dress for him to wear over a baby blue bra and matching panty set. Then I put him in white stockings and black heels. He looked amazing and transformed into a beautiful little princess, my beautiful little princess.

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Anna 844-332-2639 EXT. 203

Mistress Anna found a new Sissy Slut slave. She caged her, diapered her, and dressed her up in a French maid latex outfit. She ordered her to do chores all around the house.

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Danika * (844) 332-2639 x 466

The end of the school term is coming up soon , and many of my classmates will end up going back home for the summer. One of the most devastating of these for me is my friend Jordan. Aside from us both being attractive, you wouldn’t think we had much in common. But he makes me laugh… and my goodness the man knows how to make my toes curl. Not willing to give up contact with him over the summer, I went to him in search of a solution. And that is when he suggested a Long Distance fucking Relationship. Continue reading “A Long Distance Fucking Relationship” →

Cory 1-844-332-2639 ext 407

My sweet‑talking, ever‑ready sissy confessed something to me recently. She confessed that she’d been dreaming about the feel of something firm and solid pressing against her delicate, eager asshole. Something like my 10″ strap-on. She explained that being pegged was a secret fantasy that had been bubbling beneath her perky tits and talented tongue for far longer than either of us cared to admit.

Without a single hesitation, I slipped the sleek, polished strap‑on from its velvet pouch and admired its gleaming curve. I slipped the strap around my waist, feeling the weight settle against my hips. The sissy, perched on the edge of the bed, clutched the sheets with trembling fingers. “I’ve wanted this so badly, Cory,” she whispered.

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Kara 1-844-332-2639 ext 306

There is just something about dressing up a sissy boy that delights me. I guess all girls loved to play dress up, but dressing up as sissies is so much more fun. Surely I could play in my closet, trying on all the sexy dresses and heels I’ve acquired, but I’d rather dress up my sissy boy. He gets so excited when I call him over because he already knows what to expect. Today was slightly different, but I’ve decided to surprise him once I’ve dressed him all up.

 

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The New Guy

Posted 4 months ago by Writer

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Anna 844-332-2639 EXT. 203

One of Mistress Anna’s girlfriends began seeing a new guy. They had invited Mistress Anna out with them to meet this new guy, to which Mistress Anna hesitantly agreed to, as she had many much better things to do. The three of them met for dinner.

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