Trinity 1-844-332-2639 ext 285

A masseur gave me a happy ending and it was worth every penny. I went to the spa for my weekly massage and there was a new employee there at the front desk. Tall white guy with muscles that looked like they had been sculpted by God himself. “Well hello there, you must be new.” I asked flirtatiously. “Yes, Ma’am I am. I’m Tyler. Jonas is out of town so I will be taking care of you today.” Jonas was the owner of the spa. Him and I had been friends for years and I was right by his side when he opened up this massage parlor.

“Hmm mm I’m sure you will.” I followed him to one of the back rooms to get set up. I had about 10mins left on my massage when I felt a hand firmly on the inner thigh. “Just try to take a deep breath ma’am. I’m going to finish you off.”. Shockingly, he slid his fingers inside of my pussy and finger fucked me. Gently but also aggressive. It felt amazing. My body had been in a permanent state of relaxation from the massage that I couldn’t control what would happen next. I Continue reading “Masseur Gives Me A Happy Ending”

1844-33 CANDY EXT. 423

We are at work, and I noticed the way you looked at me. The nervous glances, the awkward stumbling over words when we were in close proximity. It was flattering, to say the least, but I couldn’t help but feel a twinge of excitement at the thought of you, my boss, being attracted to me.

I decided to make my move one evening after the store had closed and waited until everyone else had left. I could see the hesitation in your eyes, the internal struggle between your attraction to me and the knowledge that this was not ethical. But I could also see the desire, the hunger that I knew I could satisfy.

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Abandoned Free-Use Slut

Francie 1844-332-2639 xXx 208

There is a park nearby known for gay activities. They say all kinds of “straight” men frequent the park once it gets dark to cheat on their wives or girlfriends by blowing some other closeted fag.

Tonight, I’m going to leave them a special treat. I dressed Jason up in thigh-high stockings and the smallest pleather mini skirt I could find in his size. Then I glued a wig to his head and blindfolded him. Boys really should stop saying they’d “Do anything for me” when they have no idea what I’m capable of.

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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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Aynsley 1-844-332-2639 Ext. 459

Hey y’all! So I went to the doctor the other day for a routine check-up, and let me tell you, it was NOT what I was expecting! I mean, I just wanted him to take a look at this mole on my leg, but boy did things take a turn!

As soon as I walked into the exam room, my doctor greeted me with a big smile and a flirty wink. At first, I was a little taken aback, but then I thought, “why not have a little fun?” I mean, I’m only 20 and living my best life, right?

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Diana 1-844-332-2639 Ext. 248

I’ve always been a fan of massages, but my latest experience at the spa was unlike anything I’ve ever experienced before. From the moment I walked in, I was greeted by a handsome young masseuse with chiseled features and piercing eyes. He introduced himself as Liam and led me to the treatment room.

As I lay face down on the massage table, Liam began working his magic. His strong, skilled hands glided over my back and shoulders, easing out all the knots and tension. He worked slowly downwards, his touch both firm and gentle. By the time he reached my lower back, I was practically putty in his hands, my body and mind completely relaxed.

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Zesty Zoey 1-844-332-2639 Ext 403

Sweet Sissy Trainers!  Amber and I spent the day shopping together for silky, sexy, feminine lingerie.  We weren’t shopping for ourselves though.  We’d scheduled a date later in the day with our favorite Silky girl.  Silky never disappoints us and always proves to be the best girl in the universe.  I’d texted her to make sure that her legs were nice and smooth for the sissy pegging session we had planned.  It’s never fun trying to pull silk stocking up over prickly legs.  Our good girl immediately set to work making sure she was appropriately smooth and hairless in all the right places.

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Over The Edge

Over The Edge

Trans Goddess Alexus 1844-332-2639 Ext 349

I instructed you to strip naked and lie on your back with your head hanging over the edge. Your whole body trembled as you removed your clothes and dropped them on the dingy hotel floor. This was your first time with a cock. You wanted it to be with a transwoman so that you could feel less gay about your desires.

I’m sure you expected to arrive at the hotel room and be in charge. Thinking since you’re paying for the experience, you would get to decide how it all goes down. But that isn’t the case. I’m not going to let you just get on your knees and give me some hesitant, dry blow job while you cum in your pants. No, Sir. I’m going to take your mouth over the edge.

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dance floor

Anna 844-332-2639 EXT. 203

Mommy Anna called SissySlutBob downstairs. She told him that tonight was a special night, and they were to attend a special midnight ball. She presented him with: a glitter sequence mini dress, sky high heels, lipstick, his favorite jet raven black wig, and best of all: a pearl g-string with a matching bra.

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Diana 1-844-332-2639 Ext. 248

You’re so pathetic and weak, aren’t you? All you’re good for is throwing money my way while you stroke your pathetic little dick, jacking off to my pictures. You think you’re worth more than that, but you’re not. All I see when I look at you is a disposable ATM. A cashcow that exists to bankroll my lavish lifestyle.

When you send me money, it’s not out of generosity. It’s out of desperation. You’re so infatuated, so obsessed, so utterly enthralled by me that you’ll do anything to catch my attention. Even if that means opening your wallet and letting me drain it dry.

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