Junie 1844-332-2639 ext 397

This morning’s run was supposed to be one of those “main character” moments. You know, the kind where the air is crisp, your playlist hits perfectly, and you feel unstoppable. It was the first war weather we’ve had this year, so I wanted to take advantage of it. 

Instead, I humbled myself in ways I didn’t think were possible… with my morning run.

It started with a decision I knew better than to make: loading up on fiber before heading out. In theory? Health. Discipline. Wellness. In reality? A ticking time bomb.

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Anna 844-332-2639 EXT. 203

Mistress Anna was throwing a lunch party and told her slave to dress up as a French maid. ‘’Please, Mistress Anna, this is so humiliating!’’ said the slave. But Mistress Anna wouldn’t have it. She ordered him to put it on and he obeyed: a French maid’s dress, fishnet stocking and high heels. Just then, there was a knock at the door.

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Cory 1-844-332-2639 ext 407

As I walked around my neighborhood the other day, I caught a glimpse of a man near the corner café. His coffee cup was practically suspended mid-air as his gaze drifted downward, completely forgetting the conversation he was having with his companion. It was a look I had grown accustomed to ever since I had my BBL last summer.

I didn’t feel like a victim of unwanted attention or anything. Rather, I felt like a masterpiece on display. Some only wanted to admire it, while others longed to touch it…taste it…fuck it…some even wanted to smell it! Which was fine by me, as I’d spent years living as a flat booty babe who could only dream of the day when I’d strut through the city and watch the world tilt on its axis just to get a better look at my fat ass!

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Danika * (844) 332-2639 x 466

The end of the school term is coming up soon , and many of my classmates will end up going back home for the summer. One of the most devastating of these for me is my friend Jordan. Aside from us both being attractive, you wouldn’t think we had much in common. But he makes me laugh… and my goodness the man knows how to make my toes curl. Not willing to give up contact with him over the summer, I went to him in search of a solution. And that is when he suggested a Long Distance fucking Relationship. Continue reading “A Long Distance Fucking Relationship”

My Sissy Neighbor

Kinky Kara 1-844-332-2639 ext 306

My neighbor was a vibrant, loquacious sissy, with a knack for doing hair.  I’d invited him over to get me ready for tonight. My man was coming over in less than an hour, and I wanted to look my best. Once my hair was finished and I was feeling as fierce as I looked, we decided to play in my closet. I recruited my sissy to help me find the perfect sexy outfit for a night with my man. He loved it when I let him help me get dressed. I think he secretly wanted to be a designer as well as a hairstylist. Once we found the perfect look for me, I decided to surprise him with a little makeover of my own.

 

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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.

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Learn How to Stroke

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…

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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.

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Junie 1844-332-2639 ext 397

I was going about my day like usual. After my run, I slipped off my shoes to air out my sweaty feet. Stretching out on the lawn the way I always do. That’s when I noticed a small blister forming, nothing major, just enough to make me pause and absentmindedly rub my foot, trying to ease the sting.

Nothing particularly exciting.

Then my phone lit up.

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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.

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