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Sissy Sex With Mommy

Mama Felicity 1844-332-2639 Ext 270

“Oh! Oh, Mommy,” Collin cooed. His big hands skimmed up the back of my thighs, then cradled my ass cheeks. He pulled me down on the silicone strap-on screwed into his sissy cage. “Am I doing good, Mommy? Am I fucking you like a real man?” I hovered over him and teased my lips over his. The tacky lipstick I’d layer over his mouth smeared between us, and I bounced a bit harder.

Filling myself with the most perfect dildo. A gasp of pleasure slipped from my lips to wash over his mouth, and from under me, he bucked his hips up. Through hooded eyes, I could see my sissy was wide-eyed with an eagerness I’d never seen before. “I am doing good!” He gushed under me, pulling me down as he bucked up. “I’m going to make Mommy cum!”

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Discipline

Posted 22 hours ago by Cory

Cory 1-844-332-2639 ext 407

Mark was late for our scheduled evening review by exactly four minutes. In my world, tardiness was an unacceptable lapse in discipline. “You understand why punctuality matters to me, don’t you, Mark?” I asked. My voice was purposely devoid of warmth, serving as a reminder that my patience was not an infinite resource. His eyes darted away for a split second before I tightened my grip on his chin. Just enough to demand his absolute, undivided attention.

I’d built my reputation on precision and absolute obedience, and I certainly wasn’t going to tolerate sloppy habits from anyone, especially not from Mark. “Good,” I said, while letting go of his face and stepping back slightly. “Kneel.” It wasn’t a request, nor was it phrased as a question. He dropped and his knees hitting the floor with a dull thud that echoed softly in the quiet room. I looked down at him and slowly adjusted my cuffs as I let the silence stretch out, forcing him to marinate in the consequences of his careless mistake.

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Every inch

Posted 2 days ago by Sawyer

Sawyer 1844-332-2639 Ext 455

I waited until mommy’s soft snoring drifted down the hallway then slipped out of bed in nothing but a Tshirt and a pair of pink panties. The house was dark and quiet as I walked to the top of the stairs. Daddy was awake reading by the fireplace. The orange glow painting is bare feet. I whispered to him before I swung one leg over the freshly polished banister. The cool wood sliding against my nearly bare ass. I pushed off and glided down, panties riding up into my little slit, the friction making me wetter and wetter with

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Stella 1-844-332-2639 ext 322

My sub usually understood the boundaries of our dynamic, but halfway through our session he had stupidly forgotten his place. It’s as if his teeny, tiny man brain needed a thorough, ruthless scrubbing to remind him of his place when he’s in my presence. I didn’t see the point in continuing with our usual type of degradation if he was just going to be a brat, so I decided to take matters into my own hands.

“Knees,” I commanded, in that cold, flat tone he hated. He dropped to his knees instantly and looked up at me with those eager, pathetic eyes. “Mistress, I…”

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Julie 1-844-332-2639 Ext 453

The Sissy Whore House On Wheels was such a success that we decided to give the sissy husbands a party. We decorated the yard in pink streamers, balloons, confetti, and sparkles. It looked fit for a princess. I displayed our new statue of our fairy mascot as the centerpiece surrounded by dainty little finger foods. We made a toast and congratulated them for being the most well known sissy whores. They had even made the local news. And word was spreading fast. The sissies were having a great time watching videos popping up all over social media. Videos of all of the cocks they sucked and fucked as we traveled from campsite to campsite and whored them out. Meanwhile the sissy wives were gleaming as they counted the thousands of dollars their sissy husbands had brought in. 

We all gathered for a game of Pin The Panties On The Sissy. Then we blind folded them one at a time and counted how many pairs of panties they could pin on the sissies in thirty seconds each. The wives and I were laughing our asses off and taking pictures and videos as they ran around. That’s when we saw the paparazzi.

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Messy Nylon Boy

Posted 6 days ago by Rita

Messy Nylon Boy

Goddess Rita 1844-332-2639 Ext 413

Davey is terribly leaky. Who could blame him, though? Seeing my sexy legs encased in the silkiest nylon, so shiny and smooth, who wouldn’t start to feel a little drippy? Every time he sees me in nylons, his hands move to my thighs as if we are magnets. The sweet boy loses all control over himself.

Davey’s lips press to the fabric at the back of my thighs and his hands knead and rub up and down the length of my legs. Just because he gets so needy doesn’t always mean I have the time to indulge him. Sometimes, like if I’m on the phone, I have to keep up the conversation. Swaying and shifting my weight as he nuzzles into me. When I look down, I find my leaky boy has taken himself out of his pants to dribble all over my calves.

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MLB BBC

Posted 1 week ago by Amber

Amber 1-844-332-2639 ext 404

Leo and I had been married for five years, but the relentless travel, the late-night texts, and that agonizing paparazzi photograph of him kissing a blonde at an away game had been my breaking point. He moved out of our family home and bought a condo closer to the stadium where he played with his MLB team.

A few years later, when a hand-written invitation on embossed league stationery arrived via courier, my heart betrayed me. It was for the MLB All-Star Game. “I know where we stand,” Leo had written beneath the ticket confirmation. “But I also know this might be my last opportunity to receive this honor. I want you there, Amber. No pressure. Just…please come.”

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Quickie at work

Posted 1 week ago by Cece

Cece 1844-332-2639 ext 215 

John and I had been working together for a while at Lucy’s bakery. We would always take passing glances at each other as we fulfilled customers’ orders and playfully flirted with each other while rolling dough for cookies or mixing batter for cakes, but on this day we just couldn’t take it anymore.

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Cory 1-844-332-2639 ext 407

The kitchen sink had been gurgling angrily at me for three days, so when the repairman finally knocked on my apartment door, I was already ready to kiss him. Within twenty minutes, the pipes were cleared, the water was flowing smoothly, and I was feeling immensely grateful. Right up until the moment he handed me the invoice, that is.

My checking account was currently hovering somewhere in the neighborhood of negative four dollars and I realized my usual charm wasn’t going to magically conjure up a hundred and fifty bucks. “So,” I began, as I flashed him my most disarming, slightly mischievous grin and tapped a fingernail against the paper. “Bad news on the financial front, Marcus. It turns out my bank and I are currently not on speaking terms, and my wallet is about as empty as this sink used to be…”

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Molly 1-844-332-2639 ext 449

The rain hammers steadily against the steamed-up windows of the car, shutting out the rest of the world. Parked in the dark corner of the lot, the soft glow of the dashboard lights casts a cool tint over us.

I reach under my skirt and pull my sheer panties down. I linger for a second, holding them between my fingers before bringing them close to your face.

“Take a deep breath,” I whisper, my voice low in the quiet cabin. “Tell me what you smell.”

Your eyes darken as you lean in, inhaling deeply. The intimate, musky scent fills your senses, and a low groan catches in your throat. I hold the soft fabric pressed gently over your nose and mouth, feeling the hot exhale of your breath right against my palm.

“Good boy,” I murmur, reclining my seat just enough to give us room.

While you keep your face buried in the silky fabric, breathing me in, I reach down between your thighs. Wrapping my hand around you through your unzipped pants. My touch is slow and deliberate at first, matching the heavy, deliberate rhythm of your breathing. The scent is driving you wild. I can tell by the… Continue reading “Pleasuring Each Other” →