
Kinky Kara 1-844-332-2639 ext 306


Kinky Kara 1-844-332-2639 ext 306

Little Rachel 1*844*332*2639 Ext 457
I knew it was coming sooner or later. It’s no secret that I don’t do well in his class. I knew I was failing, again. So I decided to take things into my own hands and be proactive. The only way he’s going to pass me is if I do sexual favors for him. I didn’t want to wait for him to start demanding. I was surprised that he hadn’t already. But when class was over, he just stepped out of the room. So I got under his desk and waited for him to return. It’s a thing we do. I get under his desk and give him a blow job while he sits there. But students started pouring in for the next class before he did. Then I finally heard the door close. A woman’s voice began explaining that she would be teaching the class because Mr. Beckett had an appointment. I couldn’t believe it. It was Mrs. Beckett, his wife. How was I going to explain this? She had already caught us in the past. So of course she was going to know exactly what was going on. But the three of us have also done things together.

Avery 1-844-332-2639 ext. 228
In the last blog of this series I introduced you to a teen who wanted to learn how to stroke. Julie was a sweet, shy girl who didn’t know anything about sex until she met Devon. He came over unannounced one day and took it upon himself to start her training. Lucky for her Devon has a BBC that craves pussy 24/7 so Julie was going to be trained in no time.
When we left our sweet teen she was in her bed with Devon. She had told him she wanted to learn how to stroke and he was giving her the first lesson…

Stella 1-844-332-2639 ext 322
The webcam light flickered to life, bathing my room in a cool, clinical blue glow. On the screen, Mark sat in his dimly lit office. A half-empty glass of liquid glinting beside his keyboard. He was a new acquisition, one who had paid a premium for my undivided attention, but he was already failing the test.
“Good evening, Mark,” I said. He looked at the screen. His pupils were dilated and his face flushed with the telltale heat of a drinking problem. “Stella,” he slurred. “You look…um, I…I want you to dominate me.” I didn’t smile. Instead, I let the silence stretch until the air in his room felt heavy enough to scare him a little. “Stop,” I commanded, as I watched him jack his cock under his desk.

Amber 1-844-332-2639 ext 404
The red ink on the quarterly audit report glared at me like an accusation. I really fucked up the company’s accounting, which made it look like we were laundering money. Wonderful. I heard footsteps as Mr. Sterling, the firm’s CEO, walked into my cubicle. His shadow seemed to engulf my entire desk. “Amber,” he said, as his voice dropped an octave. “Do you have any idea what you’ve done?”
I swallowed hard. My palms were sweating. “I…I thought it was a rounding error?” The look on his face assured me he was not in the mood for forgiveness. “It’s a disaster,” he sighed, as he dropped a heavy folder onto my desk. “I suppose I have no choice but to let you go. HR is finalizing the paperwork as we speak.” Let me go? My rent was due in three days! Panic surged through me. I couldn’t afford to lose this job.

Francie 1844-332-2369 xXx 208
“Do you have to go out again?” Charlie whined from where he sat at the end of the bed, watching me get dressed for another night out. I smiled softly at him, the lie that was about to come out of my mouth was already staining my cheeks pink.
“It’s just a girls’ night. Don’t worry so much.” I could see the gears in his head turning. He wanted to ask why I was wearing such sexy lingerie if it was only a girls’ night. Or why I’d fussed so much over my hair, but he knew he’d only upset me by asking. We both knew I’d been secretive lately. Hiding my phone from him and not showing up when I say I will. Or coming home much later than planned. Charlie knew another man was in the picture; he just hadn’t allowed himself to admit it yet.

Julie 1-844-332-2639 Ext 453
“Miss Julie, we need your help with the sissy scout fundraiser again.” I heard the desperation in the sissy scout leader’s voice, and I couldn’t say no. Besides, I always have so much fun with the sissy scouts. I couldn’t wait to hear about how they were going to raise money this time. It’s always something exciting. They’ve never done anything boring and common like selling cookies. But then I realized why the sissy scout leader was so desperate. She didn’t have a plan and wanted me to come up with the fundraising idea. That really got me excited and the ideas started exploding in my mind. And I had an idea.
A friend had recently gotten the listing for the old “Best Little Whorehouse in Texas”. She said it’s being rented out for events. Perfect! I thought. All it took was a quick call and the venue was secured. Then I had a sign made. It read “BEST LITTLE SISSY SLUTS IN TEXAS”. I was ready to put them to work. I just knew it was going to be the most successful fundraiser in sissy scout history.

Melanie 1-844-33-CANDY ext 463
Jason was my next client to meet me in my dungeon. I was out running errands when he called me, but he was so desperate to see me in that moment, so I agreed that he could come over now. My assistant Allison was already down there, so she could help get him started. When he arrived, she stripped him down and tied his arms behind his back and his feet together, kneeling down on the floor.
I went downstairs and my stiletto heels clicked on the cement stairs and what did I find when I went down there? There was a surprise waiting for me and I said, “You look kind of cute all tied up like that, like a present just for me.” I couldn’t wait to play with him, I knew we would have so much fun.
Kara 1-844-332-2639 ext 306