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Rachel 1*844*332*2639 Ext 457

He owned a laser hair removal company. It was a slow afternoon, and he was in a talkative mood. I think he was just lonely and wanted someone to talk to. He told me that he was so appreciative of me for listening. Then he told me that he was going to give me a lifetime of free full body laser hair removal. I couldn’t believe it. I’d always wanted laser hair removal. But it’s so expensive. I thanked him profusely. He knew how excited and appreciative I was. That made him happy. He said that it made him feel so good to be able to reciprocate for my kindness.

It felt almost too good to be true. But after making the appointment I knew it was. She asked me if I wanted numbing cream. But I told her no. I felt like my pain tolerance was okay. And everything I read said it feels like a rubberband popping you. That didn’t sound so bad. But boy, was I wrong!

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Stella 1-844-332-2639 ext 322

Ah, the whispers. They follow me, rustling through the market stalls, fluttering down cobbled streets. “La Française,” they hiss, as if my origin were a mark of evil itself. “That tramp. She’s a lady of the night, you know.” And then the little tittering laughs, like dry leaves moving across the pavement.

Me? I just tuck a rogue curl behind my ear, adjust the scarf I found near the canal – a surprisingly chic silk, mind you – and flash them a smile. A wide, toothy grin that usually makes them flinch. Because, mon chéri, they’re right. Every last word of it. They call me Stella. Or sometimes, if they’re feeling particularly brave and convinced of their own moral superiority, “that hussy.” I don’t mind. A name is a name, and a hussy, well, a hussy knows how to live.

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Rock Hard

*LUCY* 844-332-2639 xxx- 221

I always thought I was a faithful wife. Until I discovered that rock hard, twenty-year-old cocks are simply the best. There’s no competition really. How did I discover this you ask? Let me tell you.

At 32 I thought I had my life figured out. My career was stable, my friendships were solid, and my routine was comfortable. I wasn’t actively searching for love or even just sex, especially not with someone younger. But then I met Dylan at a mutual friend’s party, and everything changed.

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Alone On Stage

Posted 2 days ago by Francie

xXx Francie xXx 844-332-2639 x 208

I posed, alone on stage in the darkness, waiting for the music to build. My heartbeat was pounding in my chest as the steps of my routine played over and over in my head. I’d practiced a thousand times, but this would be my first performance. I could hear the gravelly tones of men talking in hushed voices until the spotlight flicked over my body, making me the only thing visible in the room. Then, a hush fell over the crowd as the bright light above highlighted my luscious curves. The music swelled, and my hips swayed to the beat. Rhythmically. Hypnotically.

I faced the crowd expecting… I don’t know what. Horny men jerking off? Piles of cash being flung at my feet? I’m not sure what I expected, but darkness wasn’t it. My head bowed, chin tucked to my shoulder as I reached behind me to pull the strings of my top. The bodice floated to the floor, and cheers reached my ears. I wasn’t alone at all.

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Diana 1-844-332-2639 Ext. 248

Mmm, I can still feel the warmth of Bull’s thick cock as he emptied his massive load deep inside me. He fucked me so hard and deep, stretching my tight pussy to its limits, before filling me to the brim with his hot seed. Now, I turn to you, my pathetic cuck, with a wicked grin.

“Come on, Cuck, clean it up,” I purr, running a finger through the creamy mess coating my inner thighs. “You know you can’t resist the opportunity to taste what’s yours…even if it’s been claimed by another man.”

I spread my legs wide, exposing my dripping cunt to your hungry gaze. You can’t help but salivate at the sight, your eyes glued to the evidence of Bull’s conquest. “Go on, lap it up like the good little cuck you are,” I coo, encouraging your obedience.

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Julie 1-844-332-2639 Ext 453

“Dr. Julie, what should I do?” Those words just kept playing over and over again, through my head. We had fallen hard for each other. I had known each him for quite some time. But after his wife broke his heart, one thing led to another. And our professional relationship crossed the line. I was in deep. He had invited me to a luxury beachfront resort for the weekend. I couldn’t believe that he had gotten us a private cabana! We were having the most amazing evening. Dinner at the rooftop restaurant was so romantic. Then we took a quick dip in the private pool. We had to quickly retreat back into our cabana and our personal hot tub because of his raging boner. And before I knew it, the hot tub jets were sending me into complete ecstasy. That’s when all of a sudden, he asked if we could talk about his fetish. I had completely forgotten about his fetish! It’s as if my brain was on rewind and I saw it all over again. Our whirlwind romance had clouded my mind with too much dopamine. But he had indeed mentioned a fetish.

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Mistress Janine 1-844-332-2639 ext 462

The only way you’re getting into my panties, sissy, is my doing my laundry.  First, I’m going to dress you in a proper service outfit.  You’re destined to be my service sissy maid today.  Now that you’re dressed properly, you can start your chores.  Gather up all my dirty clothes and take them to the laundry room.  That’s a good girl.  Make sure you sway those sexy little hips as you walk from place to place.  It’s important to practice being alluring.  You won’t get a real man with unsexy hips.  When you lean over the edge of the washer, be sure that your skirt flips up to show off the panties you’re wearing.

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Under-the-Desk Toe Sucker

Goddess Rita 1844-332-2639 Ext 413

I tapped the ball of my left shoe impatiently into my under-the-desk toe suckers’ crotch. The soft surface was stiffening with every anxious tap. My legs were crossed, and my right high heel was dangling from my toes just in front of his face. I knew he could feel my anxiety; that’s why he is here. To destress me when work makes me want to pull my hair out.

“For fucks sake.” I huffed as my email pinged, and the reply I’d been waiting on was being taken in a different direction than it needed to go. “How stupid can you be?” I asked my screen and felt my under-the-desk toe suckers’ hands grip my right ankle. He slipped off my shoe and kissed the bottoms of my nylon toes. The slight tickle pulled me back into my seat, and I closed my eyes.

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A Hair Cut For Ky-Ky

Kayla Cumsalot 1844-33-CANDY Ext 357

The upscale salon where I worked stayed busy. Our stylists are always in demand and booked out for months at a time. Securing an appointment with us was like winning the golden ticket. That’s why it seemed so odd when a “female” walked in, flipping her long blonde wig over her shoulder and leaned an elbow on the front desk. She popped a wad of bubble gum between her teeth and said, “I’d like to get like, just a trim.” I looked her over; the disguise was doing nothing for Ky-ky.

I guess he didn’t realize we’d gone to school together, and that I would recognize that body anywhere. Tall and lean, face sculpted like a Greek God. Adding a cheap wig and giant sunglasses wouldn’t fool me. My fingers flipped the schedule book open, and I shrugged. “We’re swamped.” Ky-ky’s face fell, and his Adam’s apple bobbed as he swallowed his disappointment. “However, my noon appointment canceled at the last minute, and I can personally fit you in.” He bounced on his kitten heels and squeeled.

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My Sister's BBC Husband

Trans Goddess Alexus 1844-332-2639 Ext 349

My sister married the hottest black guy. Her husband is tall and works out all the time. His body is sinfully delicious, and while I’m usually super confident around men, he makes me nervous. Whenever I’m with them, I can feel his gaze on me. As if he’s examining some mystery he can’t quite figure out, and I know the mystery is whether or not I have a cock. My family doesn’t talk about my transition, so I’m not sure he has any idea or if my sister has told him, but every time he’s around, my balls ache.

She was having surgery and asked if I’d stay with them for the week to help out around the house and take her back and forth to appointments while he worked. Of course, I said I would, but something deep in my gut knew it was going to be trouble.

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