Bridesmaid Gets All The Action

Trans Goddess Alexus 1844-332-2639 Ext 349

My sister Sara was getting married and was struggling with the idea of having just one cock for the rest of her life. She suggested the weekend before her big day, we should get a hotel out of town and try to fuck as much cock as possible before she was a married woman. I’m always supportive of my sister’s dreams and wishes, so I agreed.

We got all dolled up, looking sexy as fuck, and slipped down to the club in the hotel. There were so many choices of hot guys, but unfortunately, we kept looking at the same one. Since she is the bride, of course, I, as the bridesmaid, knew I’d have to let her have him if she wanted him.

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Brandi 1-844-332-2639 ext 417

The casino is all glitter and noise on the surface–flashing lights, endless laughter, the clink of glasses and chips. But tonight, I wasn’t interested in the surface. I wanted what waits in the shadows. I wanted to see what was behind the casino walls.

There’s a door most people never notice, tucked into a corner where the music softens. I slipped through it, heart racing, heals clicking softly against the marble floor. The door was so tight, my dress caught on the plaster wall and tore. I ripped at it and small hole formed. I rubbed at the fabric between my fingers to see if it would continue to tear as the night went on. A little piece of thread floated out of the hole, so I tore at that but it made the tear larger. I hurried down the corridor to the last door and pushed my way through. Continue reading “Behind the Casino Walls”

His First Time In Pantyhose

Kayla Cumsalot 1844-33-CANDY Ext 357

“I want to try something new. Or different, I guess.” He whispered to me as we sat in the cute little coffee shop downtown. “I’m so bored and frustrated. She doesn’t want to try anything new or fun.” Rain patted at the large glass panes in front of us, coming down in lazy sideways splats that ran down the glass, giving me an idea. I scooted closer to him and squeezed his knee. My hand roamed high up on his married thigh, and I smirked at him. His wedding band stopped tapping against his coffee mug as he looked back at me.

“I have an idea, but I don’t know if you’ll like it.” My gaze scanned the man before me. He was the definition of masculine. Sleek, strong muscles bulged all over his tall frame. A sexy silver sprinkled beard, that I constantly wanted rubbing between my thighs, topped off his “Boys boy,” appeal. There was absolutely nothing feminine about him, but I wanted him in pantyhose.

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Aynsley 1-844-332-2639 Ext. 459

Holy fuck, the way you moan into the phone when I talk dirty just makes me wanna cum so hard. I’m 20, a junior at some fancy middle upper class college, and I’m basically a slut for any cock that pleases me. But when it’s you, texting filthy messages and gooning harder than anyone else, I’m putty in your hands.

We’re in the middle of a bangin’ phone sex session, our voices husky with desire as we describe every filthy detail. You’re getting me so wet, I can barely type back fast enough. My panties are drenched, and I’m such a needy little thing, craving your touches.

“You love when I tell you how I’m going to fuck you, don’t you, lil’ slut? Coz I know you’re fingering yourself right now like a good girl,” you write, making me squeal with pleasure. Oh hell yeah, I am! Two fingers buried deep, making circles around that sensitive clit.

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Rachel 1*844*332*2629 Ext 457

It was back to school week at work. I was excited to dress in the sexy little schoolgirl uniforms. But I wasn’t excited that I really am going back to school. I thought I was going to be able drop out. But my uncle made a deal with me. He will pay my rent if I take at least two classes. But I didn’t want to think about that. I just wanted to concentrate on work and having fun. The guys were loving the uniforms. And I was making some big tips. But then he walked in and spotted me immediately. My professor from last year! I didn’t feel like dealing with him. But at least I wouldn’t him as a professor this year… or so I thought.

He requested to sit in my section. One thing I knew for sure is that he would tip well. So I was okay with that. But his perverted comments and demands were bringing back all the memories from last school year. He basically treated me like he owned me because he kind of did. I was failing his class miserably. So he passed me in exchange for sexual favors.

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Julie 1-844-332-2639 Ext 453

My high school boyfriend and I met at the beginning of our sophomore year. We were so in love and couldn’t get enough of each other. When we met, we were both virgins. We would kiss and make out behind the school building whenever we got a chance. But usually all we could do was play with each other under the desks. We would feel each other, on the outside of our clothes. It was so exciting to feel how hard he would get in his jeans. I rubbed him, and he loved it. It would make me so wet and horny. So I decided to start wearing things that would give him easier access. But it was really for my own pleasure. I started wearing short little skirts. That way he could actually put his hand under them and play with me through my panties. Then one day it happened. He made me cum. When I looked over at him, he looked amazed at the fact that I was cumming. His face turned bright red, and he started sweating profusely. I felt his cock get harder than a rock. Then he started cumming so hard. His jeans were drenched.

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Mistress Janine 1-844-332-2639 ext 462

Hey there faggot, I know what you’re craving.  You’re craving some of that chocolate dick, aren’t you?  It’s the contrast of your pale skin against his dark.  The thought of seeing that makes your little sissy button twitch.  There’s also something about the size difference between you and a big black stud.  Because not only is he much taller than you, but his dick puts that sissy button to complete shame.  But that’s why you’re here isn’t it?  You know his dick is far superior to yours.  So, you need to feel it sliding down your throat as you suck it the way it deserves.

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Brandi 1-844-332-2639 ext 417

The waitress was cute so you gave her a hefty tip. There’s a moment when the air shifts—when the waitress bends just a little too close, when her hand brushes yours on the table, when her smile looks more like a dare than politeness. When she clearly wants more!

That’s when you know this isn’t just dinner.

She’s serving you drinks, yes, but she’s also serving you possibilities. She sees the way you watch her. She notices how your eyes follow her hips when she walks away. And she likes it. She wants you to know that dessert isn’t on the menu—but she’s more than willing to offer it anyway.

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Diana 1-844-332-2639 Ext. 248

I stretch out on the wet grass, my skirt hiked up around my hips. The scent of my moistened panties wafts up, a heady aroma that excites me. I toss my head back, relishing the cool air against my heated skin as I part my thighs.

These are my favorite moments, when I’m alone and can indulge in my secret desires. I’m not ashamed of the perverse cravings that drive me, the urge to expose my most intimate secrets to those who crave them as much as I do.

My fingers dance along the elastic waistband, slipping beneath to tease the damp fabric. I breathe in deeply, the musky scent of my arousal mingling with the earthy tang of the grass.

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A Cuckold Anniversary

Francie 1844-332-2639 xXx 208

Ray and I were out celebrating one year of wedded bliss. His fingers interlocked with mine over the romantic dinner table. Several tall pillar candles flickered between us, and his face looked so happy as he talked about all of his favorite moments over the past year. It was sweet and so dull. My gaze wandered and clashed with another man’s. he was leaning against the bar in a tailored suit. The sharp line of his beard had my thighs rubbing together under the table, just itching to feel the whiskers tickle me there. He grinned as if he could hear my thoughts from way over there and tipped his head toward the restroom.

It was an order I couldn’t refuse. I pryed my fingers from Ray’s and stood up without a word. Leaving him hanging in mid-sentence to watch me walk between the tables and disappear into the hallway leading to the restrooms.

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