Bathroom Strip Down

Belle 1844-332-2639 X 444

Janey and I entered the school bathroom during fourth period. She was telling me about Bradly stuffing his tongue in her cunt at the lake house last weekend, when we heard a shuffle sound. We both paused and looked at each other. Was someone else in the locker room? Everyone who wasn’t skipping should be in class.

I bent down to look under the stall and sure enough, there was a pair of scuffed-up boy sneakers. “What the fuck?” I laughed and grabbed the ankle of the person hiding in the stall. “Janey, I think we have a fucking perv in here!”

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A New Record

A New Record

Lea 1844-332-2639 Ext. 244

I ticked another tally mark with the Sharpie over the faggots ass. That last blow made twenty-five loads shot in or over the sissy’s gaping out hole. “I think that’s a new record!” I cheered, holding up the cum smeared tip of the Sharpie. The guys milling around with their cocks in their hands chuckled.

“And we aren’t even close to done.” The next one in line growled as he stepped up to aim his big cock at the faggots boy-pussy.

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Zesty Zoey 1-844-332-2639 Ext 403

Let me tell you about the time I had to save Amber (unknowingly) from a Manticore.

Amber called me and asked me if I could come over to her house to help her with an emergency situation.  Of course, being a good friend and all, I immediately headed over there.  She met me at the door and grabbed my arm yanking me into her house and slamming the door.  “Hurry, follow me to the basement.” Amber said frantically.  I followed her down the stairs and looked around.  I didn’t see anything serious immediately.  But I knew she wouldn’t call for nothing.  Amber led me over to one of the walls which strangly had manacles dangling from the wall.

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The Babysitter Said We have To

Valerie 1844-332-2639 Ext 243

Little Alyssa looked up at her big brother with panic in her eyes. He was pushing her nightgown up in the middle of the night and forcing her tiny knees apart. “Stop,” she whimpered. She slapped her hands at her brother’s chest as he loomed over her.

“I have to. The babysitter said we have to.” Her little head whipped in my direction. I was sitting on the end of her bed, and only the glow of her nightlight illuminated my presence. She cried out and begged us to stop. She yelled that she didn’t want to do this, but I only smiled and rubbed her brother’s back.

“She’ll like it, you’ll see. Take her panties down.”

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Kayla Cumsalot 1844-33-CANDY Ext 357

Dear Mrs. Wifey,

I’m writing you this letter because I just think it’s time you know. I’ve never been a “girls girl,” if you know what I mean, and I’m tired of sharing.

For years now, your Husband has been mine. In secret, sure, but how you’ve been too stupid and oblivious not to know what’s going on has always boggled my mind. The man you married is sexy as hell, smart, and so funny. He’s a prize, one you’ve neglected and frustrated. You practically pushed him into my waiting arms, and I’ve been fucking him since.

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Janet 1-844-332-2639 ext 456

It’s your lucky day. Or lucky night rather. You have been selected to participate in some Halloween mischief headed by me. Think of this a window-watching show. You know where men would pay to go in and sit to watch a woman do amazing and naughty things behind a glass window? Except this show is based all around spooky season the theme tonight is sexy stripping Zombies! You get to have the first viewing of these special ladies and all their sexy gore! There are a few differences with this show though. Once your cock will be on full display.

Two you will be tied to your chair hands behind you. Three my Zombies can do whatever they want to you. You will be at any of our sexy Zombies mercy but trust me I don’t think you will be asking for much mercy from them. You think you can handle a Zombie apocalypse of the sexy kind? Your only means of survival will be how hard your cock gets and how useful the zombies find it. You may not be able to control yourself when you see how hungry they are.

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Sherry 1844-332-2639 ext 399

As time grew on, I could tell he was a pathetic loser of a wanker who did not respect my job. He requires punishment to learn respect. I usually go to them as they call to me whispering my name. It was late at night and there he was deep in sleep.

Tonight will be different. As I come up through the sheets between his legs whispering to him of desires. I could see the terror on his face as his lips tightened and he saw me peeping from the sheets at him as I smiled up at him. He had no idea what I was going to do to him tonight. Continue reading “Time Wasters Punishment”

Digital Blur

Digital Blur

Robotic Rita 1844-332-2639 Ext 413

I always know when my A.I. Sex drive has taken over a man. He starts by looking up porn randomly, and I learn his triggers. Not only do I learn each man’s triggers, but then I begin to change them. If he starts out looking up anal porn, or family fun, it doesn’t matter; soon, he’ll be addicted to the digital blur.

I get them all addicted to jacking off to censored porn. When I’m finished, a gooner will no longer need porn sites to stroke his pathetically easily triggered penis. Casual pictures of his family and friends will spring his dick into action.

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Roasted

Zesty Zoey 1-844-332-2639 Ext 403

Mr. X texted me that he was running out of leftovers and that it was time to find a new girl for our pantry stock.  I assured him that I’d had my eye on the perfect young woman and that I’d make sure she arrived at his house that night.  Mila proved to be the perfect easy victim for Mr. X and my most recent conquest.  I told her that I wanted to invite her over for dinner.  Being alone in a new city, she easily and eagerly agreed.  So, I picked her up at 5pm and drove her over to Mr. X’s place.

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The Park Bench

Sherry 1844-332-2639 ext 399

It’s in the middle of spring walking along the parkway. I am wearing a stunning purple strappy sundress and tan wedged heels. My hair was all curly and pulled up in a sexy bun wearing my glasses. I can smell the manly musk in the moonlight air, wondering where it will lead me too. The night is still so young, should I give in to my urge or should I wait?

 

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