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Truth Or Dare

Posted 2 months ago by Belle

Truth Or Dare

Belle 1844-332-2639 X 444

My hands touch your knees and pry your legs open. I can hear your heart pounding in your chest as I look up at you with my hungry blue eyes. You can hardly believe this is real and your rub at your eyes as if you’re dreaming. Not this time; this is really happening.

The hottest girl in school is squatted between your legs, slithering her body up yours before turning around and planting her ass in your lap. I swish my hips to the music, feeling your boner grow under me. My hair flips back as I arch my spine and roll my hips to the music. When your best friend dragged you to this house party, you thought it’d be lame. No one ever talks to you at school unless it’s to make fun of you, but when you got roped into the cool kids’ game of truth or dare, you couldn’t have imagined it’d end with me on your lap.

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Modeling Isn't So Hard

Robotic Rita 1844-332-2639 Ext 413

A beautiful, well-kept woman handed me a business card during an outing at the mall. She said she was a modeling scout and that I had the look everyone was searching for. Of course, I was flattered, but she probably had said the same thing to a dozen other girls that day alone. I thanked her and tried to walk past, but she grabbed my elbow and looked into my eyes.

“Please, just call the number and set up a test shoot.” There was a desperation in her voice that I didn’t understand until she said, “I don’t get paid unless girls show up for the test shoot, and I haven’t had any luck. Please, you don’t have to do more than let them take a few photos and see if they offer you a contract.”

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suck

Anna 844-332-2639 EXT. 203

Mommy Anna had been teaching her sissy slut lots of things. How to turn tricks for her, how to walk in heels, how to wear the proper attire. But there was one thing that Mommy Anna so desperately wanted to correct and teach her sissy slut, and that was how to properly suck dick.

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Mistress Rhonda 844-332-2639 ext 446

How to Train Your Submissive begins with cock-sucking lessons. I purchase a few sticky dongs and put them at different levels on the wall (and in the shower) because sluts need different training regimens daily. I treat them like any other pet because they need constant stimuli. Ensure the dildos are size-queen phone sex sized, of course, eventually eliminating their gag reflex.

How to Train Your Submissive Tip Two. Never allow them up off their knees. I firmly believe a submissive slut should be on all fours most of the time. I care whether they are receiving Mistress’s sillcock, cock worshiping, fluffing, or cleaning. They have to crawl.  However, in certain instances, when allowed to ride a dick or a strap-on let them off their knees simply because I hate a lazy slut.

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Miqala 844-332-2639 ext 447

His diapers are so messy that I must give him at least two diaper changes during our playtime! I wear gloves and a mask to change him since his butt-nugget attacks are so messy! Despite being the dirtiest baby I’ve ever met, he is also the sweetest. So I don’t mind changing his smelly diapers!

I snap my gloves, put on my mask, and place the diapers on my soft pillow pal so he can hear all the sounds. He’s a needy little guy, so I explain to him what I am doing step by step to make sure he enjoys every minute of it.

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Panty Pervs At The Laundry Mat

Robotic Rita 1844-332-2639 Ext 413

The washing machine in my apartment building stopped working, and our cheap-as-dirt slumlord hasn’t even attempted to replace or fix it, so my roommate, Kelly, and I decided we couldn’t put it off any longer. We’d have to go to the laundry mat. I’d never been to one, and the idea of my underthings tumbling around in the view of strangers made me feel a little icky. However, it didn’t seem like I had another choice at the moment.

We piled up our laundry baskets, a bottle of detergent, and a plastic baggy of dryer sheets into the car, then raided my piggybank for quarters. Kelly drove us as I tugged at the tiny booty shorts riding up my ass. I had nothing else to wear until my things were cleaned. As we parked in front of the shady building with people loitering outside, I began to feel more uncomfortable. I didn’t know there would be so many pervs at the laundry mat.

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Tessa 1-884-332-2639 Ext. 445

Just one look in those eyes is all it took. He was indeed my competition. He was someone who came from prison. His one uncompromised desire was to get on his knees and suck that cock. Coming to find this out was jaw dropping for sure. I mean it was exciting at first, and then from there it became a mixture of emotions.

When you find your twin who’s out to out do you in some pretty particular skills, it can be scary. Coming face to face with what they’re capable of doing can be cautionary. He loved to get on his knees and serve those who demanded it. Those cocks all lined up, begging or should we say demanding to have their BBC serviced. You wouldn’t think that anyone would be so excited to make this happen. But he was. He was all in, and there were no thoughts or questions beforehand. You might as well have seen his tongue sticking out, with his ass wiggling from sheer excitement. That faggot could not wait any longer to get his mouth stuffed.

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Babysitting Mr. Stinky Pampers

Kayla Cumsalot 1844-332-2639 Ext 357

The other day, I was hanging out with a few of my girlfriends at the house when someone rang the doorbell. I wasn’t expecting anyone, so hesitantly, I opened the door and saw Mr. Stinky Pampers and his Mom on my doorstep. “Kayla! Thank goodness you’re home! I have an emergency at work, and I just can’t take Mr. Stinky Pampers with me. Is there ANYWAY you could watch him for just a few hours?” She folded her hands together like she was praying and pleaded. “Please? I’ll pay you double your normal rate.”

I reached out and ruffled Mr. Stinky’s hair. “Of course, I’ll watch him.” She pushed a big diaper bag at my chest and kissed her boy on the cheek. Before she left, she told me she just changed him before they drove over, so I shouldn’t have to worry about any diaper changes. I looked down at Stinky as she said this and saw the cheeky look in his eye. I had a feeling he’d been saving a present just for me.

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Mila 1-844-332-2639 Ext. 220

I had an exciting night out at the fetish club with my pets. True to my New Year resolution, if you remember that. We tried out a new one we had heard so many good things about. All my little pets get so excited to be shown off to the other mistresses that would be lurking around. Obviously they were on their best behaviour on the way there, as always! But they did not stay so nice. And I was shocked! Disrespecting Mistress Mila?!

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Princess poopoo pants

 

Anna 844-332-2639 EXT. 203

Mommy Anna and Tami were back at home safe and sound. Coffee was brewing in the kitchen and filled the entire house with a beautiful aroma. Mommy walked down the hallway with what appeared to be a bar cart filled with items and her heels clicked as she pushed the cart over to the nursery. She reached into her robe pocket and grabbed the key to unlock the door.

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