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Feeding My Caged Slut

Trans Goddess Alexus 1844-332-2639 Ext 349

I strut around the two-foot-tall cage in the middle of my room. The farel beast inside has only enough room to turn around on its knees. I grin down at it as its hungry gaze follows me when I go around. It’s drooling, mouth just watering for a taste of my cock. “Are you hungry, you filthy pet?” It grunts and nods.

Its grubby fingers wrap around the cage bars and rattles the thing as if in an attempt to escape. “Mmm, you aren’t going anywhere till you break,” I remind the beast and get close enough for a string of precum to drip from the head of my cock, down between the bars, where it splatters on my pet’s waiting tongue. “You’ll be good this time?”

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Cory 1-844-332-2639 ext 407

I was walking home from the downtown farmer’s market, when the first drops of spring rain began to tap rhythmically on the cobblestones. I could feel the coolness seep into my shoes, making each step feel a little more risky in my high heels. As I pulled my oversized cardigan tighter, I caught a glimpse of someone else hurrying to seek shelter under the busted awning of a little café. His grin was half‑hidden by the brim of a drenched baseball cap. As I approached to take shelter myself, I thought, “Well, this could get interesting.”

He was taller than I expected, with a mop of dark curls that stuck to his forehead and mischievous eyes that seemed to laugh even before he said a word. I followed him inside and our shoulders brushed as we squeezed through the doorway. We ordered two steaming mugs of chai. “You know,” he murmured, “rain has a way of making people do reckless things.” I chuckled and replied, “Then let’s be reckless together.”

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Melanie 1-844-33-CANDY ext 463

It was a Wednesday evening when I got my mail, and what do you think I received? “My ex is getting married; I just got the invitation.” My friend Charlie was at my house during that time and was consoling me as I cried. He said, “Want me to fuck you in front of them at their wedding, remind them that letting you go was a mistake?”

That gave me the best idea! I could fuck Charlie, pretending it was my ex and we were getting back together and ready to have some makeup sex. I know that it sounded so dirty to use Charlie like that, but to be fair, he offered. He had no idea what he was getting into either!

It was a few weeks later and the wedding was approaching fast. I called Charlie up and reminded him of what he promised me and asked him to come over so we could go to the wedding together. The wedding was starting and there had to be over three hundred people there. I was going to be the most hated girl, but it sounded like fun.

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Shamrock Shake

Posted 7 days ago by Amber

Amber 1-844-332-2639 ext 404

When my boss announced that the downtown bar was hosting a St. Patrick’s Day fundraiser, I knew I had to give the crowd a little “Shamrock Shake” they’d never forget. The bar was drenched in emerald streamers, neon shamrocks flickering on the walls, and a DJ who seemed to think traditional Irish drinking songs were instructional dance tracks.

I slipped into the backstage area, where a gaudy green curtain separated me from the stage. I’d packed a modest wardrobe. A glittery emerald leotard, a pair of fishnet stockings that had seen more karaoke nights than a nightclub, and a tiny top hat that said “Kiss Me, I’m Irish” on the front. I also had a bottle of mint‑scented body spray that smelled like a julep and a fresh lawn.

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Melanie 1-844-33-CANDY ext 463

I’m still young and I think I still got it, so I blend right in when the other college kids go on Spring Break. This weekend I’m going to Miami. That’s where all the hot single guys go, right? I’m so ready to have so many orgasms this weekend with some mysterious hot guy. Who’s going to be the lucky one?

I was at a club until 2am and that’s when I looked over and I saw him. We’ll call him Matthew for now. He was well over six feet, tan complexion, blue eyes, dark hair and covered in tattoos. I never could resist a bad boy. Our eyes locked for a moment and then I walked out, hoping he would follow me outside. Lucky me, he did.

I leaned against the wall in the sexiest pose I could think of, as he walked closer to me. Come on kitty, that’s right. Walk up to mama. Without saying anything, he ran his hands through my hair and started kissing me, and boy, was he a good kisser. Possibly the best. My pussy soaked my panties at the anticipation of what was to come.

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xXx Francie xXx 844-332-2639 x 208

One call, that’s all it takes. You’re looking for something different, something meaningful. You’ll find that in my voice, in my creative and manipulative mind. Your one mistake was telling me that you wanted to play out something I enjoyed. It seemed innocent when I confessed I wanted to be your hypnotic undoing.

You can’t actually be hypnotized through a phone call, right? So what’s the harm? You’ll comply. Pleasing me is fun. Lie back as I instruct and close your eyes. Listen to me, listen carefully. Tune out every other sound. Hear only me.

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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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Melanie 1-844-33-CANDY ext 463

Gary woke up on a table tied down by his wrists and ankles. He had no clue where he was, but he had a gag in his mouth so he couldn’t ask me. He tried to lift up his head to look around the room, but that was no help either. He was a friend that had come to me previously, begging me for some anal training. I was happy to oblige.

Gary was able to look down at his own body and saw that his puckering asshole was ripe for the taking. I had a smooth vibrator with a narrow-pointed tip, and as it went down, it got wider. He wouldn’t believe the power in the vibration either, but he was about to find out.

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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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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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