Category: no taboo

Mama Felicity 1844-332-2639 Ext 270

Jay is growing up so fast. It sometimes makes me feel like a crazy woman for how he makes me feel. One moment he’s my sweet, goofy baby, and then the afternoon light hits him just right at soccer practice, and my panties are getting wet.

Normally, he does driving lessons with his Dad because I’m too anxious, but he had just a few hours left to get before he could take his test, and the boy is an excellent beggar, so I agreed.

In the passenger seat, funny things were happening in my body. Jay leaned the seat back and confidently draped his left hand over the wheel. His right hand rested between us on the shifter, and I noticed he had the same bulging veins on the back of his hand, like his father. My tongue traced my teeth with the temptation to trail my finger over the pretty blue lines in my Son’s skin the way I do to his dad when he drives me. I shook my head, trying to shake the weird feelings, but Jay’s confidence and ability behind the wheel were making me so hot.

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Big Strappys

Avery 1-844-332-2639 ext. 228

Everyone knows that sissies love big strappys. And really, can you blame them? You’ve been a shy sissy for far too long, so it’s time to get naughty. We both know that you’re ready to let go and finally feel the real pleasure that only big strappys can provide.

I bet you’re sitting there now thinking about what it would be like to get really fucked, aren’t you? Well, I don’t blame you. And I’m sure that thinking about having me pound your ass with my fat strap on has gotten your little sissy dick hard. That’s how I know you’re ready to take it.
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Sploshing Party

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Cory 1-844-332-2639 ext 407

I honestly wasn’t sure what I’d gotten myself into when I signed up for this “sploshing” party, but I figured it was worth indulging my curiosity for an evening. The room was already a chaotic masterpiece of beige sludge and vibrant neon jelly, and I felt like a suburban explorer stepping into a very sticky jungle.

I was just about to start contemplating my life choices when a hot guy wandered over to where I was standing. He didn’t even say hello! He just held up a bucket of chocolate pudding like it was an offering to a goddess (I mean, technically he wasn’t wrong) and dumped it right over both of our heads.

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Goddess Rita 1844-332-2639 Ext 413

Part One Part Two 

Oh, what a sight he was. My Sissy Slut Bob! Standing near the edge of the park with the water hose in his hand. Bob’s tall heels were set hip width apart, his ass pushed back with his fake tit’s lifted toward the sun. The cool water splashed out, soaking his bikini top and dripping water down his thighs. The pale pink bikini bottoms sucked tight to the too-big cage he was wearing. The whole reason behind our little fundraising car wash was so Bob could afford a tighter, smaller cage.

The cars honked as they drove by, and Bob shook his ass. “Pull the bottoms up,” I instructed while filming a little TikTok for Bob’s fans. Social media was how I set up most of Bob’s slutty events. The views, likes, and comments often bring in enough cash to fuel Bob’s video gaming addiction. He knows this, and every time the carema comes out, it’s like Bob knows he needs to perform.

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Little Rachel 1*844*332*2639 ext 457

I went in to talk to the admissions counselor at the cosmetology school the other day. 

“Mr. Steel will see you now Rachel,” his assistant smiled and led me to his office. Suddenly I was getting so nervous. I don’t know why. It wasn’t like it was a job interview or anything. When she opened the door for me, he stood up behind his massive desk. My heart skipped a beat. He was uncomfortably good looking. I blushed fifty shades of red and could barely look him in the eyes. It must have amused him judging by the satisfied smirk on his face. I don’t think I’ve ever felt that intimidated in my life. Something about him made me feel so tingly inside. Sitting across that massive desk from him made me feel so small. He walked over to his computer and tapped a few keys on the keyboard. I couldn’t believe what popped up. He had a video of the day that I squirted in the instructor’s face when I was Brandy’s model for her waxing exam.

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Amber 1-844-332-2639 ext 404

I was waiting for my date to show up, when I heard the rumble of an engine in the distance. As soon as he pulled into my driveway, I barely registered the man in the helmet as someone I actually knew. My attention was elsewhere. My eyes were locked on his motorcycle. It was a matte-black cafe racer, with silver accents that caught the fading light in all the right places.

I found myself walking toward it before I realized what I was doing, as I reached out with my fingers hovered just inches from the tank. The surface was warm from the residual heat of the engine. It felt like touching something alive. I traced the line of the steel frame and sighed. It was a masterpiece, meant for speed and dominance, but I felt a strange, heady rush of desire. Not for the man who rode it, but for the machine itself.

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Cock Tease

*LUCY* 844-332-2639 xxx- 221

I love being a cock tease to all my foot lovers out there. You all must be excited since it’s your favourite time of year, sandal season. How hot is it when your summer is filled with sexy toes on display? Since I’m a naughty cock tease I wear sexy sandals every chance I can get to drive all the foot lovers in my town wild.

I love wearing sandals all summer and you have to admit that you’ve never seen feet quite as sexy as mine. They’re perfect for sandals, flip flops or even heels. But most importantly, they’re perfect for your cock. Close your eyes and picture them for me. My feet are petite, have high arches, are always super smooth, and make for the best foot jobs.

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Caleb's Fantasy Hitman

Kayla Cumsalot 1844-33-CANDY Ext 357

“I hate her,” Caleb growled as he shoved open the door. I followed him with soft steps. He dropped his briefcase and shook out of his suit jacket. I laced my fingers around his, pulling him in close to my body. Then lifted his hand to my lips and kissed his palm. Our eyes met, and my tongue swirled over the gold band on his ring finger. My lips parted, and I sucked his ring finger along my tongue. When my lips sealed around the band and my teeth grazed it from his finger, his dark eyes grew lusty.

“I’ll end her for you.” My words were syrupy thick after I spat the wedding ring across the kitchen, and his hands slipped around my waist. He tugged my body tight to his, and I could feel how hard his cock was at the idea.

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Goddess Rita 1844-332-2639 Ext 413

The bathroom tiles are cold under your bare knees. The little micro skirt I put you in does nothing to protect them as you bob away at the cock in your mouth. The stranger is gripping your hair and digging his cock down your throat. Every gag makes your balls throb, and your hunger for cum increases.

“No time to savor it, sissy. Look how long the line is getting.”

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Molly 1-844-332-2639 ext 449

The afternoon heat was heavy, but the water in the pool looked invitingly refreshing. I leaned back against the lounge chair, letting the sun warm my skin. Though my attention was fixed on the pool boy. He was a college junior from next door, hired to skim the leaves and keep the chemical balance right. Today, he was working at a painfully slow pace.

He was wearing faded swim trunks, his tanned back glistening with a light sheen of sweat as he reached the skimmer pole across the deep end. He was trying hard not to look at me, but I’d caught his eyes darting my way every time I shifted. I decided to make it a little harder for him to focus.

Standing up slowly, I walked over to the edge of the pool, right where he was working. I let my sunglasses slip down the bridge of my nose, catching his eye.

“It’s scorching today,” I said, my voice dropping an octave. “You look like you’re melting out here.”

He paused, gripping the aluminum pole a little tighter, his knuckles turning white. “Just… standard summer maintenance,” he stammered, a flush creeping up his neck that had nothing…

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