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Julie 1844-332-2639 Ext 453

Sherry and I were getting ready for a busy Friday night at Hooter’s. We were wearing our shortest cut off jean shorts and our little bitty white t-shirts with as much cleavage as possible. We wanted to make enough tips for our end of summer girl’s trip. One of our duties is to keep the sauce containers filled. And on a busy night, the last thing we want to do is waste time filling bottles. Time is money! So we came in early to get all of them filled to the rim, so that we would not run out.

Soon the place was filled with all the regulars! We were serving cold beer after cold beer, dozens of chicken wings, and the fries! The ever so addictive fries that we can’t help but sneak off the plates. They are loaded with all three sauces! Everyone loves them and they are so delicious!

We’re getting our tits and asses groped and we love it because we know that’s going to get us the big tips for our trip. It’s approaching the end of the night and it’s so busy! We both have huge trays of fries and go running for the

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Torri 1-844-332-2639 ext 204

I had to drink calming tea before I went to sleep last night. My high moon strange that is some kind of creature not a man at all told me I must go to sleep before he can come in. Still not sure why but I did my best to pass out. I stayed up all day worked hard on the farm, and took a hot bath to make myself as tired as I could. Now I’ve been lying in bed for over an hour and can’t sleep. I have to pass out soon or my creature won’t come to me tonight and he said he had something for me special tonight.

I felt a hand on my cheek as I opened my eyes. There he was looking down at me. I must have passed out at some point. I started to sit up but he stopped me as he crawled into bed with me. I expected him to lay next to me but he got right on top of me this time. Peering down at me he spoke. “I want to take you tonight under this full moon. I would like your permission to enter your sacred place.”

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Mila 1-844-332-2639 Ext. 220

As I am sure most of you noticed, I was on a little vacation! And to nobody’s surprise, I never stop hunting for a silly little boy to play with. Where do I look for these boys? Everywhere! You know the drill. But of course, I had to take a little trip to the beach for some me time, and I can spot a sissy from anywhere. Her little bikini did a poor job of hiding her little clitty! Sissy sluts in itsy bitsy bikinis get me going, of course. So I was going to have my fun! I ended up being able to lure her to my towel quite easily.

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Torri 1-844-332-2639 ext 204

You won’t believe the night I had. Some desperate dumpster diaper deeds! I was closing up the daycare and taking out the trash when I heard a sound! I thought it was just a pest or something but NO! It was a man in the dumpster and you will NEVER believe what he was after! USED diapers! I was in shock with another bag of used diapers in my hand ready to toss. He froze when I found him but then I had a naughty idea. Since he wanted to get dirty just to play clean up then why shouldn’t I get to have some fun with it myself.

I made him into my changing room with the threat of calling the law. He was completely under my control! I did just what he had sat out to do. Knowing I was going to need gloves for this I grabbed my favorite kind. The nice nylon purple ones. Getting a dirty diaper the biggest one I had for the day and making him undress for me. Laying flat on my changer I put that dirty diaper on him and mushed it around. He was starting to enjoy the attention and I was having fun.

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Krysta 844-332-2639 Ext. 410

Bukkake is fun, like a shower of cum. Everyone loves a good, warm shower. Now, I usually would be the one laying on my back with twenty guys jerking off over my face, but today, it’s your turn. You can stop saying no because I don’t really care. This is happening whether you like it or not.

I’ve already got the hotel room booked and the boys lined up. I’ve expressed to them that you are a no-limits kinda sissy, so make sure you douche before we go!

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Torri 1-844-332-2639 ext 204

What I want from you is for you to teach me your own definition of sin! What is so bad dirty and filthy when it comes to sex that you would consider it sinful? I want you to use me and my tiny body to not just tell me but to SHOW me what you mean. If it’s fuckin a teen girl who is bearly legal then fuck me. Is it anal? Slid that cock right in my ass baby. How about throat fuckin a girl until she has tears running down her face and is gasping for air around your cock because she can’t breathe?

My mouth is yours to fuck! How about using ropes and binds to fuck a sweet innocent thing in a forced fantasy where she has nowhere to run. Nowhere to hide and no one can hear her scream while you have your way with her. He tiny body not strong enough to fight your much bigger and stronger frame off of hers while you make all her holes useful through her screams?

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Julie 1844-332-2639 Ext 453

 After a long week, my friend recommended her tantric masseur. She said it would be life changing and the best thing I could do for myself on Self Care Saturday. And after the week that I’d had, it didn’t take much convincing.

Driving up, I wonder if I’m at the right place. It doesn’t look anything like the massage places I usually go to. There are no windows, just very creative and talented graffiti art. Maybe I should text my friend? I wonder, when a woman came out smiling, happy, and carefree. Ok, I guess I am at the right place.

I’m hit with the aroma of incense when I open the door. The room is dark and smoky. A gypsy type woman is behind the counter. Nervously I approach her. “Yes, I’m here to see Rico” my voice quivers. She grins and giggles at my naivety. “Come with me honey” she motions. I follow her through a bead curtain into a dark hallway. She has long, brown, wavy hair, a long, flowy, hippie skirt, bare feet, lots of anklets and toe rings, and she smells like patchouli. There is a dark, old, wooden door at the end of the

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xXx Francie xXx 844-332-2639 x 208

I’ve got a crush on a runner. He’s tall and lean. I can tell by his gait that he must have a huge dick. There’s only one problem. I’m not a runner. So, I’ve been stalking him a little. I’ve mapped out the running trail he takes every morning and thought it’d be a good idea to try to bump into him there.

I wore short, little running shorts and a loose tank top over my sports bra. In the beginning, I started off strong, or so I thought. I was running hard and feeling nature all around me. The morning sun beat over my sweaty face, and the uneven ground crunched under my sneakers. I was trying! My lungs were on fire, and my legs were cramping. He’d be by any minute now, and I didn’t want him to see me struggling, so I stopped by a big tree and bent forward, gasping for air.

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Alex 1-844-332-2639 Ext. 425

Come one come all to the slutty circus we run here. Whips and chains aren’t just for the four legged beasts anymore. There is a great call for even more depraved and bizarre acts at the circus now. The public has had enough with the boring same old tricks and tactics. So at my little circus emporium, we do things a little differently. Curating our talent is my job, my own little game. Bearded ladies still sell well, but you. My dear little submissive fuckhead. Wouldn’t it be amazing to see the selection that I have created? And you can always join.

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Working Abroad

Posted 3 weeks ago by Sherry

Sherry 1844-332-2639 ext 399

I was stationed in Tokyo, working abroad. It was different, especially the nightlife. It’s so full of life. It was in the middle of the night when I got home. I heard a loud noise in the front room and there was my housemaster sitting on the couch waiting for me. He was angry and pushed me against the wall. How dare you be late coming home. Continue reading “Working Abroad” →