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Crossdresser Caught In My Closet

Goddess Rita 1844-332-2639 Ext 413

My roommate decided to throw a house party. She promised it would be like ten people max, but the house was crowded when I got home from work. Loud punk music played through the speakers, and before I could even push through the door, I had to shove through a cloud of stoner smoke. To say I was angry was an understatement. Finding her through the horde of people would have been impossible, so I stomped my way up to my room.

Honestly, I half expected to walk into some random couple fucking on my poor bed but to my surprise, my bedroom door was shut and it was quiet on the other side. I flicked the lock and threw down my things. Annoyed and exhausted, I moved to my closet so I could get out of my work clothes and at least be comfortable, but to my surprise, there was a crossdresser in my closet!

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Last Sunday

Posted 2 weeks ago by Cory

Sunday

Cory 1-844-332-2639 ext 407

Last Sunday started like any other. I woke up early, made breakfast for Ronnie and his sister, and got them ready for church. “Here,” I said, handing Ronnie a crisp twenty-dollar bill. “This is for the church donation. Make sure you put it in the collection plate, okay?” “Yes, Mama Cory,” he chirped, grabbing the money. His sister, always the responsible one, nodded solemnly. Off they went, all sunshine and smiles. I trusted them implicitly, or so I thought.

A few hours later, they returned. His sister, bless her honest heart, pulled me aside as soon as we were in the kitchen. “Mama Cory,” she whispered, her eyes wide. “I saw Ronnie at the candy shop across the street from the church after Sunday school! He was buying a whole bag of jawbreakers!” My heart sank. The donation money! I felt a surge of disappointment and a familiar maternal irritation bubbling inside me. Guiding an Abie to do the right thing can be incredibly hard, y’all! “Ronnie!” I called out, trying to keep my voice even. “Come here, please.”

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Trinity 1-844-332-2639 ext 285

The sweet agony of control. He knew this cbt fantasy well. The pain and pleasure—two opposing forces that, when blended just right, create the most invigorating sensation. He lived for the exquisite torment, the tight pull, the stinging slaps that sent electric pulses through his body. And tonight, as he kneeled in the dimly lit room, phone pressed to his ear, my dominating voice made him tremble.

“Tell me, boy,” my voice purred, dark and commanding, “how badly do you need to be punished?” His breath skipped. His hands twitched in his lap, aching for permission to touch. “So badly, Madam Trini” he whispered, his voice dripping with need. “Then let’s begin!”

“Take the rope and wrap it around your cock and balls. A gasp escaped his lips as the sting radiated upward, a delicious mix of pain and pleasure pooling in his core. He whimpered, desperate for more. “Tighter!!” I demanded. “I want to hear you struggle.” My voice echoed through the phone. He was my most obedient caller. He wrapped a band around the base, restricting himself, feeling the pulse, the pressure, the torment. His body screamed for release, but he knew better. He was nothing more than Continue reading “The Sweet Agony of Control” →

Trinity 1-844-332-2639 ext 285

I am laying here owned an exposed. I should be ashamed. Embarrassed. But that’s what makes it so fucking hot. Here I am on my knees, exactly where I belong, hands tied behind my back, naked, vulnerable—his to use, to mock, to break. He paces around me, eyes dark with amusement, lips curled into that cocky smirk that makes me weak. “Look at you!” he chuckles, tilting my chin up with two fingers. “So desperate! So pathetic. You are such a worthless piece of crap!”

*SMACK*…….My face burns, but my thighs clench. I love it. I crave it.

He drags a thumb over my bottom lip, teasing, taunting. “You’d do anything for me, wouldn’t you?” I nod, swallowing hard. “Say it!” “I’d do anything for you,” I whisper, my voice shaky, needy. “Anything, huh?” He unzips his pants, letting his cock pop free—thick, heavy, dripping. He strokes it slowly, watching me, knowing I can’t look away. “Bet you’d open that pretty mouth without me even asking.” Fuck. I do. I part my lips, tongue flicking out, already aching for the taste of him. The taste of his big fat white cock in my filthy mouth. He laughs, tapping the Continue reading “Owned and Exposed” →

knee

Amber 1-844-332-2639 ext 404

You see the scar on my left knee? Let me tell you how I got it. We were in the heat of the moment, our bodies entwined in a dance as old as time itself. His hands roamed over my silky coffee-colored stockings, a fetish of his that I had come to embrace. “I fucking love these stockings,” he groaned, his voice thick with desire. “They drive me wild.” He slid out of me, his dick glistening with my arousal. I gasped as he positioned himself behind me, his hands gripping my hips. The anticipation was almost unbearable.

And then, with a swift thrust, he plunged into the back of my knee. The sensation was unlike anything I’ve ever experienced. A mix of pleasure and pain that sent shivers down my spine. “Fuck, yes!” I cried out, my voice echoing off the walls of our bedroom. But as he continued to thrust, I felt a sharp pain shoot through my knee. “AHHHHHHHHHH…it’s popping out!” I screamed, my voice laced with panic. He stopped immediately, concern etched on his face as he helped me to the floor. “We need to get you to the hospital,” he said, his voice

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Miqala 844-332-2639 ext 447

I love roleplay. It’s so fun slipping into the role, being someone else sometimes, or something else. We can do anything. The only limit is our imagination. Let me tell you about a recent roleplay I enjoyed so much. Student Teacher Spanking Roleplay.

I was the teacher. I was dressed top to bottom, wearing a white silk blouse buttoned as low as a teacher can get away with. My light blue bra peeked out when I moved. A form-fitting black pencil skirt to my mid-thigh and black stocking, showing off the curves of my long-toned legs, enhanced by the black, 4-inch heels. When I bend over, the skirt rises, showing off the straps of my stocking and the tanned skin of my thighs.

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Julie 1844-332-2639 Ext 453

I can’t believe I have to pretend to be a very successful real estate agent! I don’t have a clue what I’m doing. But I have to pull this off for my friend. She’s counting on making this sale. It’s going to be the biggest of her career. But of course the stress got to her. She woke up with a migraine. So I can’t let her down. I have to pretend I’m her since I’m not licensed. Luckily, she’s never met this client. All she knows is he’s very wealthy. I got there in plenty of time to go through the 20,000 sq. ft. 4 story property. But when I heard the door chime, my heart sank, and my mind went blank. When I opened the door, I lost all touch with reality for a moment in time. He was the sexiest man. Very well dressed, dark hair, light eyes, and that smile…

I tried to act professional. But he could tell I was nervous. The funny thing is he thought I was getting tongue tied because I was attracted to him. Little did he know it was that. But I had no idea what I was doing either.

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Diana 1-844-332-2639 Ext. 248

I suppose there is a time and place for soft and gentle, but I prefer it rough. I want to feel it in my body days after we’ve fucked. Pound the fuck out of me. That’s how I want it.

When I’m on my hands and knees, doggy style, you can smack my ass as hard as you want. Leave handprints all over my perfect round peach.

Grip my hips and pull me roughly into your body. Use my pussy for your cock’s pleasure, hard and fast. Jackhammer my hole to make your prick feel good.

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Mila + Her Ass 1-844-332-2639 Ext. 220

He had me ass up, face down. It had been a long time for him, the ladies in his life not wanting to give it up for him and his delicious cock. Of course I had pleasured him with my mouth, licking and moistening him. Making sure all of his desires would be satiated with me now that he had me in his hands. I melt like putty when I see cocks like his, but it wouldn’t be the end of our time together, by a longshot. When his cock entered my tight little asshole, I couldn’t help but moan out and clench around him.

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Alex 1-844-332-2639 Ext. 425

There will be newspapers scattered on the streets next week. Of course, the newsboy had to trip and spill his bag all over the main street, making the road look apocalyptic. None of that worries anybody, like any other normal day. But if you focus your eyes on the pages fluttering by in the wind, tearing away from their stapled spines, you may notice it. Black and white ink smearing all over doesn’t cover the portrait printed on page 3. MISSING: REWARD OFFERED. Your picture looks quite good, I must admit. They used the one your wife took at the banquet last May.

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