Zesty Zoey 1-844-332-2639 Ext 403
Christmas Eve is a very busy night for Santa and me. He delivers presents all night and I give him sleigh head. Santa sends one of his elves early in the day to transport me up to the North Pole. I’m walked to Santa’s office where he’s waiting for me to arrive. He’s completed his last minute list checks. His sleigh prepared by the elves and ready to go. Santa only has one last chore to complete.
Roxy 1(844) 332- 2639 Ext 414
There’s just somethin’ ‘bout a cowboy. So when my friends invited me to the rodeo, I was so excited. Of course there was a cowboy that caught my eye. He looked me up and down, winked, and smiled. My heart melted. I could tell the feeling was mutual. But I could also tell that boy was a heartbreaker. All the girls were going gaga over him. It was obvious that he knew he was cute. Why are we girls always attracted to these kinds of bad boys? My mind told me to keep walking but the rest of me couldn’t resist him. He had me mesmerized. I turned around and walked right back over to him. He didn’t seem surprised but rather like he had achieved some sort of accomplishment. He removed his cowboy hat, swept his sun kissed curls from his forehead and took a swig of his beer. We exchanged phone numbers. Then my friends and I were on our way. But I just couldn’t get him out of my head all day. That evening my phone rang. It was him. He asked if I’d like to go have a drink and bite to eat. I agreed.
Continue reading “There’s Just Somethin’ ‘Bout A Cowboy Part 2”
Julie 1-844-332-2639 Ext 453
As New Year’s Eve approaches it takes me back to that cool, crisp, clear night under the stars in NYC. I was invited to a NYE yacht party in the New York Harbor. The weather was perfect. The dress code was cocktail attire. The men were wearing three piece suits. And the women were wearing designer cocktail dresses. Everyone looked exquisite. But one sexy man stood out. He was the host and yacht owner. We had mutual friends and knew of each other but had never met. To be honest, I knew this was his way of finding an opportunity to meet me. He was across the room talking to a group of people. But when he looked up and saw me our eyes locked. It was like one of those scenes in a movie when time stands still and everything else around you becomes a blur. It was obvious that he did not hear a word they were saying to him. He actually just walked away from them mid sentence. It’s as if he was in a trance. He walked over to me, introduced himself, grabbed my hand and kissed the back of it as I introduced myself.
Rachel 1*844*332*2639 Ext 457
It was just a typical Titty Tuesday when my phone rang. “Rachel, can we do a video cam call on teams?” he asked me in a very meek voice. I told him that I would love to. But I wasn’t prepared for what happened next. When he took off his pants, I needed a magnifying glass to see it. It was the most itty bitty, tiniest penis I have ever seen in my life. I told him that it couldn’t even really be classified as a penis. That thing was way closer to a clitoris. So I told him that from now on, he’s going to refer to it as his clit. I also told him that from now on he should wear panties and learn how to have sex like a girl. So I made him go get a pair of his wife’s panties and her smallest dildo. Then I told him to get some lube. I had him put the panties on so that I could take pictures of him in them.
Janine 1-844-332-2639 ext 462
I’m hosting a holiday party for all my good little sissy faggots. Everyone deserves to celebrate this wonderful holiday season. Especially faggots who crave getting on their knees for dick. A party means fun for everyone all around. You’ve worked hard all year long to hone those sissy skills. So, now’s your chance to show them off and have some fun for yourself in the process. I’ll get you prepared for the festivities with a sexy holiday outfit to show off your pretty sissy body. Put on your red and green knee pads because you’re going to be on them for quite a while tonight. I’ve invited a lot of cocks to play with you this evening.
Avery 1-844-332-2639 ext. 228
I recently told you about a hot teen orgy I was in at our local mall with a very sexy daddy, Santa. A bunch of my girlfriends and I had gone with the intention of doing a bit of shopping and a bit of cock riding. You know, a typical Saturday.
There were five of us and you could see that Santa was pleased to see our sexy little group. We had our hair all done up in pigtails and ponytails with extra short skirts on. Our little firm breasts spilling out the top of our tight shirts. Sexy daddy had the biggest smile on his jolly face
Goddess Rita 1844-332-2639 Ext 413
My Boyfriend, Bob, isn’t good at anything but taking cock. Once I started slutting him out, our relationship really turned around. Since it’s the holiday season, and giving back is essential to me, I told my little Sissy slut Faggot that we were going to the Mall for a bit of charity work. Bob complained at first, ya know, because he is so lazy and selfish. However, when I told him that I wanted him to dress like the Talent Show scene in Mean Girls and pleasure all of the Husbands who’d been dragged to the Mall for last-minute Christmas shopping, his tune sure changed.
I dressed up my sissy slut faggot in white fishnets, tall white thigh-high heeled boots, and a red velvet skirt with fuzzy white trim. The tiny crop top that matched the skirt showed off Bob’s sexy abs and did nothing to hide his excitement. “Should you cage my sissy clit?” He asked me as he painted his lips Candycane red.
*LUCY* 844-332-2639 xxx- 221
Last week I told you about the naughty boy I’ve been seeing lately for CBT. He had been wearing a cage for me and I was so proud of how well he took care of it that I agreed to give him some relief by removing it, temporarily.
It had been on 24/7 for weeks with no cumming allowed so as I removed the device it was clear he was already getting hard. The anticipation of release looked to be overwhelming for him and I loved watching my naughty boy squirm all over my bed.
Rachel 1*844*332*2639 Ext 457
I came in Santa Claus’ lap. That’s when I first realized that my attraction to white headed older men was intense. It may even be a fetish. As far back as I can remember, I would get so excited to go see him. Not excited like most kids, excited sexually. At first, I just felt so safe and secure in his big, strong arms. Then somewhere along the line, that turned sexual. I remember sitting on his lap in my Sunday school dress and my little silky panties. The way his soft velvet pants felt against my little pussy made me want to rub it back and forth. Then I felt his hard cock protruding through them and rubbing on my little ass. That really turned me on. My little panties were so wet.
I would lay in bed at night and fantasize about Santa Claus. Most kids would fantasize and dream about what Santa was going to bring them. But I would dream about what I wanted Santa Claus to do to me. I can’t tell you how many times I played with my pussy while thinking about Santa.
Francie 1844-332-2639 xXx 208
When I was growing up, my aunt used to tell me how lucky I was to be a ‘leggy blonde.’ It didn’t make sense to me until I was much older, when I realized all the benefits of being precisely what she said. “Leggy.” These long, smooth stems lure boys like the flame calls to the moth.
They flutter forward, hoping for warmth and protection, and then find themselves aflame. While the lust for my legs burns just as hot as the moth’s flickering flame, it’s only half as dangerous. My victims often escape with their lives and a recurring lust for my long legs.