1844-33-CANDY EXT 423

“Well, you’ve been a very naughty boy, haven’t you?”

 You looked up at me, your eyes wide and filled with a mix of fear and excitement. “Yes, Mistress,”

I ran my fingers through your hair, gripping it tightly as I pull your head back, exposing your neck. “You know what happens to naughty boys, don’t you?”

You nodded, breath hitching as you feel my hot breath against your skin. “They get punished, Mistress,” you replied, voice barely above a whisper.

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MILF

Julie 1844-332-2639 Ext 453

My stepson Justin is always telling me that all of his college friends think I’m a MILF. Two of them are twins and getting ready to have a birthday. Justin tells me that he really wants to give them a surprise party. I agree that sounds like fun and tell him he can host the party at our house. He tells me that he wants to use my sex dungeon. And there’s more. He wants me to jump out of a cake, dance on my pole, and give them a strip tease with lap dances for the birthday boys. I can never resist a sexy challenge. So I agreed to give these boys the party of their lives.

I decided on a black patent leather bustier and thong, and my black patent leather stilettos that wrap up my legs. I’m in the sex dungeon waiting to pop out of this sexy red velvet cake.

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The Car Wash

Sherry 1844-332-2639 ext 399

It was so early in the morning, 2:00 am to be exact. I could not sleep, so I decided to go ahead and get up. I made a cup of coffee and sat in the breakfast nook to listen to the news. Oh, how the coffee tasted so good. What is it about coffee that just makes everything disappear?

I have so many things to get done today. Soon the sun will be up and I think I will start off by taking my car to the car wash. The weather will be nice today. As the sun began to rise I started getting ready to leave for the day. Hair up in a sexy bun, khaki capri pants, purple halter top, and white tennis shoes.

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1844-33-CANDY EXT 423

We walk into the shop, and I’m immediately hit with the scent of leather and rubber. The walls are lined with shelves filled with dildos, vibrators, and other sex toys. In the center of the room, there’s a display of lingerie and costumes.

“Wow, this place is huge,” you say, your eyes widening as you take in the selection. “Where do we even start?” Continue reading “Shopping With My Sissy”

Cum Cubes

Kayla Cumsalot 1844-33-CANDY Ext 357

Once he started sharing his cum with me, he became addicted to how it tasted. No one tastes better than he does, and after we started talking about how much we love playing with his sticky jizz, he suggested maybe we make cum cubes! I thought it was a five-star idea. First, because helping him fill an ice cube tray full of his creamy loads was going to be so much fun. This is about how many orgasms it would take to fill a regular-sized Ice cube tray.

He’d better be hydrated as we work him up over and over throughout the course of the weekend to prepare for our fetish fun. Pulling the tray from the freezer every time his balls are ready to unload. Mmm, then milk him out into the little divided tray and put it back until he’s ready again. So sexy.

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Zesty Zoey 1-844-332-2639 Ext 403

I plan to get my sweet boy addicted to Mommy’s feet.  A Mommy never wants her little one to leave, even a sweet young Mommy like me.  I fear my little boy growing up and leaving me. But I’ve come up with the best plan ever.  The best way to keep your son at home is to make him addicted to you.  My little boy just LOVES Mommy’s feet.  So, I’m going to masturbate my little boy every day with my pretty toes.  I know he will crave the feel of them more and more with each passing day.

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Torri 1-844-332-2639 ext 204

Y’all know there is a big difference between the South and the dirty South, right? Your kidding me you didn’t know there was a big diff? You’re missing out then; let me fill you in real quick. The South is just a place. Lots of places can be considered the south. Heck you even have the “south” of many states where you find most of your country boys and girls. This is your picture-perfect place you think about in your mind. Apple pies and Sadie Hawkins dances. Go a little deeper. The dirty south is hidden in plan site.

Down in the deep hollars and back roads of these Ann of Green Gables places are some of the dirtiest, downright filthy types of people you will ever find. And that is where you will find me. And right now with the leaves starting to change and the air getting colder, it’s bonfire weather and that’s when we naughty country teens come out to play. I’m getting ready for the first bonfire of the season. No this ain’t no smores and a few beers kind of thing.

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bitch

Anna 844-332-2639 EXT. 203

Miss Anna was at work and got a new Supervisor. She examined him thoroughly but there was something about him. The way he moved his hands, or would push his hair back behind his ears, and he always seemed to admire her high heels and outfits and compliment them. He even asked what shade of red lipstick she was wearing one day she caught her completely off guard.

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Jade 1844-332-2639 ext 371

I love Friday’s. It’s the end of a long hard work week. I was walking along the streets enjoying the night air. The hustle of the night streets always packed. The lights, the noise, and the smell of the food carts bring out this vibe that is so alluring to everyone.

I stopped by a food cart and got a hot *** and a drink and there he was standing waiting for his order. So handsome with a dark aura that surrounded him. He had a strong jawline, black curly hair, and crystal blue eyes. I could not stop staring at him.

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Sherry 1844-332-2639 ext 399

We all know those boys who love to be humiliated. I have one special little boy who loves it. He practically begs for me. He is my special little special project.  It’s cruel to be kind as I spout out those words to him as he wears those pink panties.

Almost every day, he comes in begging me to humiliate him, such a pathetic lost soul. He comes back to life with each humiliating word. You can hear it in his voice over the phone with each humiliating word he takes a deep sigh of relief letting me know.

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