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Bridesmaid Gets All The Action

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My sister Sara was getting married and was struggling with the idea of having just one cock for the rest of her life. She suggested the weekend before her big day, we should get a hotel out of town and try to fuck as much cock as possible before she was a married woman. I’m always supportive of my sister’s dreams and wishes, so I agreed.

We got all dolled up, looking sexy as fuck, and slipped down to the club in the hotel. There were so many choices of hot guys, but unfortunately, we kept looking at the same one. Since she is the bride, of course, I, as the bridesmaid, knew I’d have to let her have him if she wanted him.

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Amber 1-844-332-2639 ext 404

It was just another Friday afternoon when my phone started buzzing with an urgent message from Grandpa’s life alert system. My heart pounded as I ran to his house, fearful of what condition he would be in once I arrived. By the time I burst through the door, Kayla, the life alert dispatcher, was already on the phone. “Amber, can you see your grandfather?” she asked, her voice steady yet concerned.

There, on the floor, was my elderly grandpa, clutching his penis and writhing in discomfort. “Yep, I’ve got him in sight,” I replied, scanning the scene with a mix of horror and curiosity. Kayla instructed me to wet the tip of his penis with my saliva, explaining that it would make the process easier. I leaned in and gently moistened the affected area by spitting on it. Grandpa let out a pained groan but relaxed his grip slightly.

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His First Time In Pantyhose

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“I want to try something new. Or different, I guess.” He whispered to me as we sat in the cute little coffee shop downtown. “I’m so bored and frustrated. She doesn’t want to try anything new or fun.” Rain patted at the large glass panes in front of us, coming down in lazy sideways splats that ran down the glass, giving me an idea. I scooted closer to him and squeezed his knee. My hand roamed high up on his married thigh, and I smirked at him. His wedding band stopped tapping against his coffee mug as he looked back at me.

“I have an idea, but I don’t know if you’ll like it.” My gaze scanned the man before me. He was the definition of masculine. Sleek, strong muscles bulged all over his tall frame. A sexy silver sprinkled beard, that I constantly wanted rubbing between my thighs, topped off his “Boys boy,” appeal. There was absolutely nothing feminine about him, but I wanted him in pantyhose.

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Aynsley 1-844-332-2639 Ext. 459

Holy fuck, the way you moan into the phone when I talk dirty just makes me wanna cum so hard. I’m 20, a junior at some fancy middle upper class college, and I’m basically a slut for any cock that pleases me. But when it’s you, texting filthy messages and gooning harder than anyone else, I’m putty in your hands.

We’re in the middle of a bangin’ phone sex session, our voices husky with desire as we describe every filthy detail. You’re getting me so wet, I can barely type back fast enough. My panties are drenched, and I’m such a needy little thing, craving your touches.

“You love when I tell you how I’m going to fuck you, don’t you, lil’ slut? Coz I know you’re fingering yourself right now like a good girl,” you write, making me squeal with pleasure. Oh hell yeah, I am! Two fingers buried deep, making circles around that sensitive clit.

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Miss Anna got asked out, and gawked at almost everywhere she went. She couldn’t even pump gas, or walk to the corner store without getting hollered at. She was so seductive, so slutty and hot all at the same time.

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Stella 1-844-332-2639 ext 322

The old castle felt like a living thing, breathing secrets into the cold night air. I had come here, drawn by a feeling I couldn’t name. Not for beauty, but for something dark, ancient, and undeniably powerful. Candles flickered in the great hall, shadows dancing like hungry spirits. Then, he was there. Vlad. Not appearing, not entering, but simply there. Tall, a silhouette against the deeper gloom, his eyes ancient and knowing.

He moved towards me, silent. Almost as if he was floating above the ground. Every step he took tightened something deep inside me, a knot of fear and something far more interesting. My breath caught in my throat. He wore clothes dark as his soul, and a scent, like old earth and something wild, filled the air around him.

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Rachel 1*844*332*2629 Ext 457

It was back to school week at work. I was excited to dress in the sexy little schoolgirl uniforms. But I wasn’t excited that I really am going back to school. I thought I was going to be able drop out. But my uncle made a deal with me. He will pay my rent if I take at least two classes. But I didn’t want to think about that. I just wanted to concentrate on work and having fun. The guys were loving the uniforms. And I was making some big tips. But then he walked in and spotted me immediately. My professor from last year! I didn’t feel like dealing with him. But at least I wouldn’t him as a professor this year… or so I thought.

He requested to sit in my section. One thing I knew for sure is that he would tip well. So I was okay with that. But his perverted comments and demands were bringing back all the memories from last school year. He basically treated me like he owned me because he kind of did. I was failing his class miserably. So he passed me in exchange for sexual favors.

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Mistress Janine 1-844-332-2639 ext 462

Hey there faggot, I know what you’re craving.  You’re craving some of that chocolate dick, aren’t you?  It’s the contrast of your pale skin against his dark.  The thought of seeing that makes your little sissy button twitch.  There’s also something about the size difference between you and a big black stud.  Because not only is he much taller than you, but his dick puts that sissy button to complete shame.  But that’s why you’re here isn’t it?  You know his dick is far superior to yours.  So, you need to feel it sliding down your throat as you suck it the way it deserves.

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Cory 1-844-332-2639 ext 407

I should have known better than to trust a mischievous ABDL boy like Vincent, but mom guilt got the best of me. After all, he did look so pitiful with those big, round eyes, promising to behave if I let him play with my cloth diaper stash. Yeah, right. As soon as my back was turned, that little ABDL troublemaker sniffed out my most precious pieces and went to town. I caught him cheek-to-cheek in my baby powder, giggling like a lunatic and making a mess I’d have to clean up by myself – after I punished his bare bottom for his transgressions, that is!

I called him over to the changing table, where he immediately eyed the spanking bench, knowing exactly what was coming. But he didn’t even flinch when I positioned him, his bottom up and ready for mom’s discipline. “Vincent, you naughty boy! I should put you in time-out for life after this stunt,” I scolded, the words falling flat as he just smirked at me, his diaper-clad crotch wiggling with excitement.

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Amber 1-844-332-2639 ext 404

Men come to me, drawn by the currents of rumor and raw, aching need. They know my reputation, whispers of the witchy domme whose pleasure is a consuming flame, and whose displeasure…well, that’s where the real magic happens. I don’t suffer fools, nor do I suffer inadequacy. My appetites are vast, a cavernous hunger that few men can truly fill.

They always approach me the same way, these eager, trembling submissives, offering themselves, their bodies, their very essence, hoping to be the one to finally quench my thirst. These men, they know the risks. They sign an invisible pact with their hopeful eyes and bated breath: absolute surrender, absolute consent to my judgment.

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