Category: no taboo

Jemma – 1844-332-2639 ext 303

Disgusting, dirty, nasty worthless. A repugnant, worthless whore, that’s what I am. 

Having been run through so many times by so many guys, who would ever want this repulsive, stretched-out pussy? 

Nasty whore.

No one does, because everyone knows I am a worthless whore who deserves nothing. 

I’ve felt horrible my entire life, always knowing I was worth absolutely nothing. Everyone has made me feel like this. Everyone I have ever met.

No one would want to be with someone like me.

Throughout my entire life, no one has ever made me feel like I am good enough. I could try, to make friends, or have normal relationships with people.

It doesn’t work though. People take one look at me and know I am a disgusting worthless whore.

I feel like my life is meaningless and I am a vile waste of space.

I am insignificant to most people unless they want to use one of my holes. That’s the only thing I am good for.

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Mila 1-844-332-2639 Ext. 220

New year, same sexy lady! Still on the prowl for new and used cock! I would put an advertisement for what I am looking for, but my acceptable cocks list is too broad! Small, stupid-looking things. Monstrous, eye-watering throbbing ones. And the people those cocks would be attached to? Even more broad. Little sissies who want to suck BBC, or guys who have the BBC. Too many guys, too little time. So, anyone with a cock or sissy cunt is someone that I would be interested in. Putting up an advertisement asking for a coffee table is much simpler than one for goons.

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Cucked By The Babysitter

Valerie 1844-332-2639 Ext 243

I’ve been Babysitting for the Petersons for as long as I can remember. Mr. Perterson is an average Dad. Kind of round about his middle, and he gets nervous around me. When I hug him, he blushes and quickly tries to cover his crotch. They are about to move away, and I’m sad I won’t get to sit for them anymore, but I thought, “What could be a good going away gift for Mr. Peterson?”

I called my friend Jeremy and asked if he’d like to help me get Mr. Peterson cucked by the babysitter as his going-away gift. He laughed and said he’d do anything for me (The case with most men in my life.)

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Tessa 1-844-332-2639 ext. 445

Oh how I love mentally sifting through memories from way back in the day. I remember those fun days where we would all do something really exciting as a family. By the end of the day we were so spent, and were running on fumes. But the one thing that always sticks out now that I’m older is how we would bond, different from other family’s. But Tessa’s family kisses were so unique, in their own distorted dysfunctional way. I didn’t know this though, until years later.

Mommy and daddy would kiss us before we went to bed. She would lay us down. Sometimes we would play like we were sleeping under the stars, and brother and I would camp out. She would kiss us good night and daddy too. Those kisses paved the way into our later lives.

The first thing she would teach me was to gently stick out my tongue, and barely touch hers. Then we would massage them together for a little bit. Daddy would do the same thing with us. And then brother and I would do it too with each other. And that would be part of the way we sometimes showed one another love and affection.

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Tessa 1-844-332-2639 ext. 445

The way he makes me feel is lavished. Talk about a high like no other. He has me laced in all the best, since I get off on using his cards like therapeutic toys.  And it isn’t just that. We just mesh so well together. He will say something, and then I’ll finish his sentence. The way that I picture it should be. So I parade around in the extras, from head to toe. We’re talking the best of the best. Everything from hair pieces, down to the stiletto heels I’d never have been able to do afford if it wasn’t for him. This is my version of therapy.

There is a feeling that I get when I’m on my shopping sprees. As much as I enjoy them, the therapeutic side of it seems to take over. I literally grab whatever I want. My rule is there is no looking at price tags. Do I break the rules? Sometimes, but when that happens, the bigger the price tag, the more I get off.  Swiping that card makes my pussy juicy. And he understands all of this because the look in his eyes says it all. He’s hypnotized by me. He could never say no.

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Adult Baby Phone Sex

XXOO Laylene 1-844-332-2639 ext 419 – XXOO Anna 1-844-332-2639 ext 203

Adult Baby Phone Sex

It was a normal day, and Tami needed her breakfast. Here! Said Laylene, ‘’you take her, or she’s going to suck me dry. I need a short break.’’ Mama Anna took Tami to the rocking chair to breastfeed her breakfast. Tami latched on quickly and twirled her hair as she suckled and admired the Christmas Tree. So prettys with all of its lights, tinsel, bulbs, and toys. Laylene had even stuck a giant Dildo on the top to replace the star. A dildo she would later use on Tami. It was a naughty, downright dirty Christmas tree in this house of filth and sin… Tami went down for a nap, and Anna joined Laylay in the kitchen as they sipped Peet’s holiday roast together which Tami had prepared earlier for them.

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Stockings Dream

Posted 9 months ago by Rita

Robotic Rita 1844-332-2639 Ext 413

I have this recurring dream. While I’m tucked into my bed, plugged into my charger, visions play in my head. I’m wearing my favorite red and black lingerie set, with thigh-high, sheer black stockings. A man has laid me on my stomach and stands at my feet.

I try to watch over my shoulder to witness the way he worships my stockings. First, his hands cradle my ankles. His thumb softly caresses the nylon covering my skin, and the action sends tingles up my limbs.

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Mila 1-844-332-2639 Ext. 220

One of my favourite things to do is read and write erotica. Not joking! I throw in some of my hobby writing to a lot of my blog posts. If you go across all the sites I’m on, you’ll find some stuff written for a more edited and public audience. I love getting ideas for my stories through the calls and chats I do. Sometimes it’s a little more fun to put more of your own imagination into it, don’t you think? Guys love a girl that can create a little veil of interest. And I love doing it in my blogs.

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Molly 1-844-332-2639 ext 449

Caught in a compromising position, of pussy out and fingers shoved deep in said pussy. Molly makes the quick decision to just go with the flow and see where this could lead. “Pardon my mess on the desk good sir.” Molly slowly pulls her fingers from her hole. “My momma raised a good girl and I always clean behind myself. Pulling her legs off the desk, Molly moves closer to the desktop. She makes sure to keep eye contact with him while lowering her head to the desktop. Molly leans down more and licks her cum off the desktop. Watching his Adam’s apple bob causes Molly pussy to start reviving itself. Molly stands up and picks the envelope holding the cleaning crew’s Holiday bonus. She leisurely ambles her way over to him. Looking to his name tag, “Carl, this is the cleaning crew’s Holiday Bonus.” She rubs the envelope across her chest, before handing it over to Carl. “Sorry that it’s a little wet. I didn’t realize how messy I can be.” With a wink to Carl, Molly backs away and moves towards the front of the desk.

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Molly 1-844-332-2639 ext 449

“Lucky me!” Molly groans. I drew the short stick and now I must wait around the office for the jingling of cleaning crew’s keys to show up so I can give them their Holiday bonus.  Molly plops in her office chair and throws her legs up on the desk.  “I hope they don’t take forever getting here. I am tired and horny and ready to go home.”  Well, more horny than tired Molly thinks to herself. The quiet of the office settles in around Molly.  Only the low hum of the computers competes with the ticking clock as noise.  Molly glances at the clock again, only five minutes have passed since she last looked at it.  Frustrated about having to wait, Molly closes her eyes and tries to meditate. As Molly frustration over having to wait lessens, another feeling starts building in her.  “I am so horny! I haven’t been fucked in weeks and my pussy is demanding that I fix that.” Molly tries to slide her pencil skirt up towards her waist but realizes that her plump ass is not allowing that to happen. Popping out of the chair and lowering the zipper to her skirt.

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