Melanie 1-844-33-CANDY ext 463

It was 2am when I heard my phone ring. I sleepily answered and Rob’s voice was on the other end. He told me he couldn’t sleep and was literally begging me to come over. He needed to cum so bad and I was the only one who could help him. A slut’s job is never done. I got up, put something sexy on, like my silk jammies and silk robe to cover up with, and drove to his house.

I arrived at 3am and was ready to do my slutty duty. As I yelled Rob’s name, I heard him respond and tell me to just come to his bedroom where he was waiting for me. He was laying in bed shirtless, with his legs slightly spread but still in boxers. His cock was hanging out of his boxers, slightly hard, but I knew he needed me.

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Julie 1-844-332-2639 Ext 453

From the very first day of kindergarten, I knew that the institutional setting of the public school system was not for me. I continued to get in trouble because I just wanted to get expelled. My parents thought the answer was an exclusive college prep school. But the only thing I liked about it was the cute little schoolgirl uniforms. Well, let’s put it this way, I made it cute by tying the top under my boobs to expose my midriff. And rolling the waist of the skirt up to hike it up as short as possible. And I got some really cute little patent leather mary jane shoes. Of course they enforce a very strict dress code. Even the classic cable knit knee socks have to be pulled taut, straight, and perfectly cuffed.

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Kayla Cumsalot 1844-33-CANDY ext 357

My sister is getting married this year, and I get to be her maid of honor! With us being in different states, it’s been hard for me to decide on a dress that will match her other bridesmaids’ gowns. She asked me to go to a bridal shop here in Vegas and send her some pictures of the dresses I tried on.

Off I went to this fancy smancy bridal shop downtown with my friend Terri in tow. Terri is five feet nine inches tall, TRANSGENDER female with a cock that most men would envy. She’s very masculine in appearance but identifies and dresses as female.

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Stella 1-844-332-2639 ext 322

He’s a man I’ve never met. An anonymous figure with a number for a name. paypig‑247. He found me through a thread of desperation and desire. A place where the lonely and the willing collide. He sends me a DM and offers his payment info immediately. I process it and click “reply.”

“Money is the first offering. Show me you understand your place.” A few moments later, I see a notification on my screen. He extends our session by another hour. I feel a slight tremor of satisfaction. A dark delight that comes not from the cash itself but from the submission it represents. He probably watches a flickering TV, waiting for his next command. He thinks he’s safe behind a screen, but I can feel how nervous he is.

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Melanie 1-844-33-CANDY ext 463

Welcome lovelies. This is going to be a bit different than usual. I have a few new ideas on how to run my week that I would love to share with you all. I have a few specialties, but as you can probably tell, I’m trying to learn more and branch out. So, this is going to be an experiment of sorts.

I’m going to start specializing in a different niche each day of the week, but of course, I’m open and will do whatever you want. But this is how I’d like to try things.

Dominatrix Wednesday – Let me control your every whim and don’t forget, you can’t cum without my permission, and if you do, you’ll get a punishment worse than what your imagination can think of.

Slutty Sissy Thirsty Thursday – Where are all my girly sissies at? Ready to get dressed up and feel sexy and then get plowed by my strap-on? You know where to find me.

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Rachel 1*844*332*2639 Ext 457

“I love your cute little feet, Rachel.” He whispered through a perverted grin as his eyes fixed on my toes in my little sandals. The door swoops open from behind him and there stands Mrs. Sterling in a flowing caftan. She quickly invites me in. Brent clears his throat and tries to regain composure. They had invited me over for dinner just to show their appreciation. Celeste (as she insists I call her) told me that the kids love me so much that they are always asking when I’m going to babysit again. And they said that they never want another babysitter. I thought that was so cute. And so sweet of them to invite me over. But as I stood in the foyer removing my shoes, Brent couldn’t stop staring at my feet. I was sure that Celeste was going to notice. But she seemed completely oblivious. Then when Brent told me to sit next to him, I thought for sure she would be suspicious. But she just kept on talking, in her own little world. And she pretty much continued to blab on and on during the entire dinner. Meanwhile, Brent was getting pretty handsy under the table.

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Melanie 1-844-33-CANDY ext 463

I was at a strip club, and it was amateur night. Always having a fantasy of spinning on the pole, I decided to step up and see what I could do. I was wearing a purple plaid short skirt and a white crop top with black stiletto knee-high boots. It was the perfect outfit for stripping. I stepped up and began.

The pole was set on a platform and when you were up there, you felt like you’re on a pedestal. Finally, I felt like the Goddess I AM! I stood in front of the pole, leaning my back against it and my holds holding on above my head. I squatted down, spread my legs, closed them back up, and then stood back up. The was the cliché stripper move right?

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Stella 1-844-332-2639 ext 322

The first thing I noticed was the scent of rosemary and cold steel that has seeped into the hallway. Ethan had already begun his morning, the way I taught him to. The brass tray on the footboard of my bed was laid out with meticulous precision. A single red rose, a glass of chilled water, a notebook bound in black leather, and a slender silver key I gave him last winter. He knows the key does not open any lock. It is the symbol of my permission to bear his devotion.

I slipped out of the silk sheets and stepped onto the cold wooden floor. My boots clicked, echoing off the painted walls like a metronome. He was waiting, kneeling at the base of the doorframe with his eyes lowered and his hands clasped behind his back. “Good morning, Mistress,” he murmured.

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Melanie 1-844-33-CANDY ext 463

Mommy’s going to take really good care of you this evening. You’re getting to be such a good boy these days. Let’s start with a nice warm bath. I take off your shirt and bottoms, including your dirty diaper. You step into the bathtub and sit down, relaxing in the warm water. Now it’s time to bathe you little one.

I grab the bath sponge and soap it up and run it over your back and front, making sure to clean it all. I get your little arms and little legs all clean. Last but certainly not least, I clean your little peepee and make sure to soap it up real nice. I know you love the way your little peepee feels when I clean and massage it.

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Melanie 1-844-33-CANDY ext 463

My friend Marcy came over and told me she really wanted to have a threesome with me, and she knew the perfect guy to play with. It was an old friend of hers named Alan. I let her set it up since it was her friend. She just needed to tell me where to go and when to be there. We planned on going to her house since she had a king size poster bed. We could really have some fun on that thing.

It was a Wednesday night, and Alan was blindfolded as we guided him up the stairs and to the bedroom. Before we started anything, we needed to strip him down to nothing. He had an itty-bitty penis. There was no way either of us sexy girls were going to feel any kind of penetration, so we needed to surprise him. We were both going to use our strap-ons and manhandle the boy for who he was.

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