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Melanie 1-844-332-2639 x463

The sun was setting and it was starting to get dark outside. I went to the kitchen to make some hot chocolate and took it upstairs to my room so I could cuddle and watch TV before bed.

I must have fallen asleep because a few hours later I heard my bedroom door creak open. When I opened my eyes, I saw daddy climb in bed with me. It wasn’t the first time, but it was his first teaching moment.

I was wearing a purple silky nighty and daddy started lifting it up from the bottom, exposing my lace floral panties. He put two fingers on the outside of my panties and slowly started rubbing until he made a nice little wet spot.

That’s when daddy moved the panties to the side and started rubbing my clit and slit. He wanted to feel my wet pussy juices for himself. The more he rubbed my clit, the wetter I was getting. I couldn’t stop from letting the moans slip out. He put a hand over my mouth; we didn’t want to wake up mommy.

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Diana 1-844-332-2639 Ext. 248

I was lying on an examination table in the middle of an extraterrestrial saucer. A gaggle of gorgeous, fully-nude aliens surrounded me, both male and female, each more stunning than the last. Sparkling antennae twitched, iridescent skin shimmered.

Before I could even utter a bewildered squeak, I felt a probe sliding into my mouth. It gently manipulating my tongue and lips. My body responded instinctively, parting its pearly gates to accept the proffered pleasure. As my slick folds yielded to the alien’s touch, I realized each probe corresponded to a throbbing cock, expertly coaxed to readiness.

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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 I missed this job. Being a phone sex operator is no joke, and it takes skill, seduction, and a whole lot of dirty talk. But hey, that’s exactly why I’m here, isn’t it? Aren’t you glad I’m back?

After a couple of months abroad, I’m back and raring to go, ready to unleash my inner seductress once more. As I slip into my comfiest, most provocative loungewear, I can already feel the familiar heat of anticipation building within me. It’s like my body is saying, “Alright, Aynsley, let’s get this sexy party started!”

I settle into my cozy little lair, the one adorned with plush throw pillows, soft candlelight, and the faint scent of lavender, all designed to set the mood for the torrid tales I’m about to weave. I fire up the old reliable headset and let my fingers dance across the keyboard, typing out greetings and teasing opening lines for the eager clients who’ll soon be on the other end.

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Camming With My StepDad

Valerie 1844-332-2639 Ext 243

Sometimes, when I get bored, I go on those sites where you cam with strangers. I like to be naughty and mysterious. I only show my tits until I find someone hot to play with who makes me wanna play with my pussy. I’d skipped over countless dudes who were all super boring, but then a face I recognized appeared on screen. It was my stepdad! He was in his home office, and I could even see pictures of me on the wall behind him. He was shirtless and rubbing a huge bulge in his boxers. I knew I should skip to the next person, but he could only see my chest; he’d have no idea it was me. And a large part of me wanted to see what was under those boxers.

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Pumpkin Spice Titties!

Lea 1844-332-2639 Ext. 244

School’s back in session, football is on the TV, and pumpkin spice is back at Starbucks! It must be fall, y’all! I love this time of year when the leaves start to change colors and the weather gets cooler. Not to mention, once one thing starts to be pumpkin-flavored, EVERYTHING follows suit.

So this year, I’m dipping my massive titties in pumpkin spice, and all the baby boys can spice up their lattes with fresh breast milk!

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Under The Blanket

Belle 1844-332-2639 X 444

Friday nights are for high school football! My girls and I got all dressed up for the game; you never know who’ll be in the stands. I was wearing a tiny denim skirt with my Converse and a little crop top that showed off my midriff. It seemed like the whole town came out for the game. The stands were packed with hollering parents and cheering teenagers.

My group of girls found a spot high up on the bleachers where we could look down over everyone and watch the hot players smash into each other. The sun slowly sank behind the trees, and the bright lights came on overhead. I started to rub my arms, as the sun’s rays were no longer keeping me warm; my barely there outfit was doing nothing to ward off the fall chill. Chad must have seen my attempt at warming up and decided to make a move.

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Phonesex with Felicity 1844-332-2639 x 270

For as long as I can remember, you’ve been different than other boys. Your voice was always a little softer, more feminine. Your mannerisms are more gentile. It wasn’t long before people started to talk. Mentioning how my son might be a faggot. I’m not one of those moms who would be ashamed of a gay son, but I wanted to do everything I could for you.

Baby, I had to do it to save you from the cruel and harsh treatments of this world! People would bully you if Mommy didn’t try to make you straight. It was just as hard for me that first night I came into your room and told you I would help you. There was so much fear in your face when I told you to take down your pants.

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Stephanie 844-332-2639 Ext 454

Pt. 1

I had only just started my job as a secretary three months ago when my curiosity got the best of me. Working at the office was great but there was something about my boss I just couldn’t put my finger on. Tim seemed so dominant and in control but I was convinced he was a total submissive sissy slut. 

I wanted proof and so I slipped into his office after he left for lunch. I started going through his office desk when I found undeniable proof. A fucking pacifier? Yes a pink little paci, I giggled staring at it before tucking it in my purse. 

That weekend there was a work related dinner party at Tim’s residence. Dinner and drinks, the perfect setting for me to set my trap for my closet sissy boss. I slipped something into his wine glass when he looked away, too busy gossiping with his many other secretaries. Gossiping, just like a woman, I giggled watching him take a drink from his spiked glass of wine.

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