Anna 844-332-2639 EXT. 203
Mommy Anna was busy all-day cooking in the kitchen for Thanksgiving. She had sent Daddy Ron out to get a few last-minute ingredients. Mommy Anna planned it just right because she was expecting her lover to call.
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Trans Goddess Alexus 1844-332-2639 Ext 349
My friend Sasha and I were hanging out with her boyfriend at her house, and somehow the topic of being gay came up. He said if a dude sucks another dudes cock, it’s gay. No grey area, but Sasha gave me a knowing wink and asked What if a girl with a cock sucks another guy’s cock? Her boyfriend scoffed and said, “That’s so gay.”
“But what if the guy didn’t know she had a cock?” Sasha started rubbing his leg and leaning into his body. He was looking at her tits and seemed to need a moment to think about it. He concluded it was still gay, so Sasha asked him, “What if he didn’t know who was sucking his cock, then is he still gay??”
Janine 1-844-332-2639 ext 462
A woman like myself has earned your worship and devotion. My pleasure should be your focus. A submissive man like you knows your place and duty in my world. You very well know that my pleasure brings you pleasure as well. So, let’s start with you on your knees in front of me. I want to hear all the ways that I’m superior to you and how you long to worship me in many ways. Tell me how you’re unworthy but appreciate my attention and the pleasure I give you. Then describe how you’d like to make me cum several times before I reward you with your own pleasure.
Stella 1-844-332-2639 ext 322
I love weiners. Cocks, penises, la queue. Whatever the polite name is, or the dirty one, the object remains the same. For me, it is the center of the world. It’s not just a casual interest; it is an obsession. I remember once, walking through the grocery store. List in hand, I paused in front of the thick packaged sausages. My friend, Élise, was with me. She asked, “Stella, why are you staring at the food?”
I didn’t answer right away because I was too busy looking at the weiners. It sounds silly, I know. A girl obsessed with hot dogs. But they remind me of big, fat, juicy cocks. My stomach was hungry, but that had nothing to do with lunch. This need is so intense! When I see a man, really see him, my eyes skip the face and I ignore the clothes. They go straight to the center of his pants, imagining the veins, the rough heat under there just waiting to fill up a girl like me. It’s an instant turn on!
Kayla Cumsalot 1844-33-CANDY Ext 357
My best friend’s Dad is a super nice guy. He runs this huge company with his two partners, and when he heard I was struggling to find a job, he offered me a temporary position as an office assistant. I was so excited and went out to buy a bunch of sexy office outfits. Pencil skirts, sheer blouses, and really short micro skirts that showed off the tops of my thigh-high stockings. My tight young body was the talk of the office on more than one occasion, and I even caught the eye of both partners.
In fact, they spit-roasted me after the last company dinner, and I was still walking funny from the experience when my friend’s Dad called me into his office. I wasn’t sure exactly what he wanted to see me about, but I stepped into his big corner office and shut the door as he instructed. Looking at him behind that massive desk was making me nervous. He seemed so powerful and in control. When I sat across from him, my knees rubbed together, and I hoped he couldn’t smell how wet I was getting for him. “You wanted to see me?” I batted my lashes innocently and offered him an innocent smile.
Avery 1-844-332-2639 ext. 228
I know you guys think you don’t need a jerk off lesson, but do you know how to do it from a women’s perspective? I recently needed to give some JOI (Jerk Off Instructions) to one of my shy friends. He is really sweet and so hot but he’s way too scared when it comes to girls.
You see, he’s from a very religious family and was always told that even jerking off is a no-no. Because of that he doesn’t even know how to do it properly. Hence, the need for the jerk off lesson. I had to break in this little virgin, for his own good.
Cory 1-844-332-2639 ext 407
I’m currently waiting for my date, Bryan, at this dimly lit, slightly too-loud bar, strategically wearing a top that says, “Yes, these are real, and yes, they require their own zip code,” because why hide the goods? Especially when I’m dealing with a titty connoisseur who specifically requested I wear something “supportive but revealing.” If there is one thing you need to know about me, it’s that I am not subtle.
Bryan finally walks in, and let me tell you, this guy doesn’t even bother with eye contact first! Which usually would be a giant red flag for me, but in his case, it’s more like a giant green, flashing signal advertising mutual appreciation for my, uh, “generous” proportions. I knew he was a dedicated breast man from our first phone call when he subtly (or perhaps not so subtly lol) kept dropping hints about “support systems” and his admiration for “natural architecture.” Seeing him now confirms every delightful, slightly unhinged rumor about his specific interests and the inevitable focus of our evening together.
Anna 844-332-2639 EXT. 203
Miss Anna was getting ready to go out on the town, but she liked to match her panties to her outfits and accessories. She began searching the house looking for a particular pair: they were two toned, lace and caged at the back, perfect for the cheeks.
Continue reading “The Chronicles of Miss Anna’s Panty Slut Pt. 10”
Amber 1-844-332-2639 ext 404
I still remember the day I met Mark. Tall, dark, and diaper-clad. His pants were noticeably puffy in the crotch, and a wry smile played on his face as he introduced himself. As we struck up a conversation, the puff in his pants grew, revealing a telltale outline. Mark casually mentioned his “accidents” and how they’d been an issue his whole life. He explained that he wears diapers when he’s away from home as a “safety net” in case he wets himself. I was taken aback, but his charming self-assurance put me at ease.
Fast forward a few months, and there I was, the girl who carried diapers in her purse, because you never know when Mark might have an “oops” moment. We’d become quite the pair, giggling through public mishaps and turning nighttime wetting into a playful routine. After Mark’s morning shower, we’d drape him in a fresh diaper, then I’d stroke his cock as he came to the crinkly sound of my hand moving up and down his shaft inside his clean pampers.
Diana 1-844-332-2639 Ext. 248
I’ll never forget the day I walked into that strange interview. Mr. Johnson, the suave CEO, greeted me with a smile that could melt ice. We settled into his plush office, and he began the usual drivel about “fitting in” and “company culture.” But before I could even uncross my legs, he threw me a curveball.
“So, Diana, tell me, how far would you go to get this job?” His eyes sparkled with mischief as he leaned back in his leather chair.
My cheeks flushed, and I squirmed in my seat, unsure how to respond. “Uh, I mean…I’d do whatever it takes, I suppose?” I stammered, trying to sound professional despite the thrill buzzing through my veins.