Zoey’s Kinky Chess Bet. So, hesitating for only a moment got up from my seat and went around to where he was seated. He told me to kneel and to fold my arms behind my back. I did as he told me to and held my breath to slow down my body’s reaction to his dominance.
My body began to tremble with anticipation. Would being dominated by him be the same as in my dreams? I was anxious to find out.
Mommy Zoey Regression. When I pulled the naughty little regressed boy over my knee he begged and kicked his little legs, “Mommy, please no!”
“This is for being a bad little boy. Naughty little boys get bad boy spankings over their mommy’s knee.” I reminded him.
I wrapped my arm around his waist holding him tight to my hips. Then I opened the drawer to the naughty drawer and pulled out a flat wooden hairbrush. I rubbed the cool wood against his already pink hot bottom cheeks.
Continue reading “Mommy Zoey Regression to Little Boy Phone Sex Part 2”
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I noticed recently my pussy hair needed trimming. It seems I am trimming it far more than I really want to.
No more trimming after picking up a shaver today. What about you? Do you trim or shave your pubic hair? Continue reading “You and Me and My New Scheck Ouattro Shaver Phone Sex”
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Kayla and I found ourselves plunked down in the middle of the throne room in front of Queen Idun and her three leering sons. The queen had the most fear inducing wicked smile on her face when we were turned to face her. I looked at Kayla and then up at the Queen and her evil sidekicks. Maybe the rumors weren’t true. Perhaps we weren’t really in for weeks of sexual sadistic acts inflicted upon us. Though if either of us had to guess based on the smile on Queen Idun’s face, those were baseless hopes.
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Where has the morning wood gone? There are few things I like better than being tugged awake for some stiff cock. You know what I mean; as you awake to feel the urgency of wanting to fuck. Cock so hard you can’t roll over on it. That’s where I come in.
I love waking up feeling that stiffness pushing and rolling over my ass. Waking in the spooning position we went to sleep in. Feeling your hands reaching around cupping my boobs and gently squeezing. Continue reading “APB for Morning Wood Phone Sex”
Daddy found out that I was a very naughty girl. He came to my room and began to lecture me on how a girl like me should behave. How I should be sweet and obedient and not sneak out or tell fibs. He caught me rolling my eyes at him and he stopped mid-lecture. Daddy got a very strange smile on his face and turned facing me with his arms crossed over his chest. Then he said since words didn’t seem to be getting my attention a naughty girl punishment would. That was the night I earned my first anal punishment from Daddy.
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Where I live it has rained every afternoon. Water is standing in ditches and collecting in yards. I went to visit a friend and on the way home I bogged down in the muddy dirt road. I tried all the things I could think of and only made things worse.
After getting out of the car a few times; to put things under the wheels; I was wet myself by now. My pale blue short shorts and matching tee were a mess. Continue reading “Phone Sex Girl Is Rescued”
I arrived at Professor’s home at the time he had commanded. I didn’t even have to knock on the door as he was already waiting with the door open as I got out of my car and walked up his porch steps. With a hand on my lower back he guided me into his home and into his study. He informed me that this is where my punishment would be carried out to its completion.
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I totally know your type old dude, you’re why a lot of gyms have windows, aren’t you? You just would do anything to get closer to us, get a chance to get a taste, a touch, or more likely just watch and play it away while you wack off in your bathroom wishing you were able to get some.
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As an example, I would love to sell you little slutt-butts off. I’m not speaking metaphorically. I would actually enjoy auctioning you as human chattel. Pick a site, I will pick out what to write, write it, and you will respond. Then pay me. Then go to your new life, human auctioning is quite real, you’ll find, and the profit I’d get from you would more then make up for your failings.