Molly 1-844-332-2639 ext 449

The drapes were drawn, shutting out the afternoon sun and leaving the bedroom wrapped in a twilight glow. I lounged against the headboard, propped up on pillows, watching him kneel at the foot of the bed. His chest heaved with shallow, uneven breaths, his skin shimmering with a light sheen of sweat. With a grunt, he came into the dish I’d placed on the floor before him.

“Again,” I commanded softy, my voice barely above a whisper, yet holding absolute authority in the quiet room.

His eyes locked onto mine, dilated, and brimming with a mix of desperate pleading and total surrender. He didn’t hesitate. His hand moved back to his body, his fingers tightening as he resumed a steady, agonizingly deliberate rhythm.

There was a captivating power in holding his focus so completely. I gave him tailored instructions, keeping him hovering right on the exquisite precipice. Every time he teetered over the edge, his muscles tensing and his hips hitching forward, I’d murmur a sharp “Again.” Forcing him to reset, and start the slow climb all over again.

His breath hitched, a soft whimper rising from his chest as the relentless sensation began to overwhelm him. “Please,” he gasped… Continue reading “An Afternoon Of Forced Draining” →

Mama Felicity 1844-332-2639 Ext 270

Jay is growing up so fast. It sometimes makes me feel like a crazy woman for how he makes me feel. One moment he’s my sweet, goofy baby, and then the afternoon light hits him just right at soccer practice, and my panties are getting wet.

Normally, he does driving lessons with his Dad because I’m too anxious, but he had just a few hours left to get before he could take his test, and the boy is an excellent beggar, so I agreed.

In the passenger seat, funny things were happening in my body. Jay leaned the seat back and confidently draped his left hand over the wheel. His right hand rested between us on the shifter, and I noticed he had the same bulging veins on the back of his hand, like his father. My tongue traced my teeth with the temptation to trail my finger over the pretty blue lines in my Son’s skin the way I do to his dad when he drives me. I shook my head, trying to shake the weird feelings, but Jay’s confidence and ability behind the wheel were making me so hot.

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Big Strappys

Avery 1-844-332-2639 ext. 228

Everyone knows that sissies love big strappys. And really, can you blame them? You’ve been a shy sissy for far too long, so it’s time to get naughty. We both know that you’re ready to let go and finally feel the real pleasure that only big strappys can provide.

I bet you’re sitting there now thinking about what it would be like to get really fucked, aren’t you? Well, I don’t blame you. And I’m sure that thinking about having me pound your ass with my fat strap on has gotten your little sissy dick hard. That’s how I know you’re ready to take it.
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Melanie 1-844-33-CANDY ext 463

My mysterious friend stopped by one night and luckily for him, I was so horny. I was in a pleasing mood, so I thought a nice, relaxing blowjob would do the trick. He walked into my house and around the couch, and I pushed him down on the couch and told him to get comfortable. I grabbed a few pillows and set them down on the ground, so I had a spot to get comfortable too. After all, I was going to be on my knees for a while.

My mouth was watering at the thought of his cock in my mouth, growing bigger and thicker. I crawled closer to him like a pussy in heat. I unbuttoned and unzipped his pants to pull out his precious specimen. “Holy Moly! Is that a piercing down there?” I said. That was going to be even more delicious. I wrapped my soft lips around his soft cock and swallowed all the way to his balls.

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Franny Feeds You A Glory Hole Lunch

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Ray turned his face away, but my nails bit into his jaw to turn his lips back toward the hole. He wore a mask that covered the upper half of his face. His mouth was coated in slimy drool and ropes of precum. “I don’t want to swallow it.” He cried, but I tugged him by the jaw, closer to the throbbing cock poking out of the hole.

“It’s the only lunch you’ll get. Don’t be ungrateful.” I stood over him as he kneeled on the sticky floor of the glory hole. My thumb pressed into the indent in Ray’s chin, forcing his mouth back open. He may be begging for this to end, but his cock was rock hard between his legs as I forced him to be a big, gay, cocksucker.

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Sploshing Party

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Cory 1-844-332-2639 ext 407

I honestly wasn’t sure what I’d gotten myself into when I signed up for this “sploshing” party, but I figured it was worth indulging my curiosity for an evening. The room was already a chaotic masterpiece of beige sludge and vibrant neon jelly, and I felt like a suburban explorer stepping into a very sticky jungle.

I was just about to start contemplating my life choices when a hot guy wandered over to where I was standing. He didn’t even say hello! He just held up a bucket of chocolate pudding like it was an offering to a goddess (I mean, technically he wasn’t wrong) and dumped it right over both of our heads.

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Goddess Rita 1844-332-2639 Ext 413

Part One Part Two 

Oh, what a sight he was. My Sissy Slut Bob! Standing near the edge of the park with the water hose in his hand. Bob’s tall heels were set hip width apart, his ass pushed back with his fake tit’s lifted toward the sun. The cool water splashed out, soaking his bikini top and dripping water down his thighs. The pale pink bikini bottoms sucked tight to the too-big cage he was wearing. The whole reason behind our little fundraising car wash was so Bob could afford a tighter, smaller cage.

The cars honked as they drove by, and Bob shook his ass. “Pull the bottoms up,” I instructed while filming a little TikTok for Bob’s fans. Social media was how I set up most of Bob’s slutty events. The views, likes, and comments often bring in enough cash to fuel Bob’s video gaming addiction. He knows this, and every time the carema comes out, it’s like Bob knows he needs to perform.

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Little Rachel 1*844*332*2639 ext 457

I went in to talk to the admissions counselor at the cosmetology school the other day. 

“Mr. Steel will see you now Rachel,” his assistant smiled and led me to his office. Suddenly I was getting so nervous. I don’t know why. It wasn’t like it was a job interview or anything. When she opened the door for me, he stood up behind his massive desk. My heart skipped a beat. He was uncomfortably good looking. I blushed fifty shades of red and could barely look him in the eyes. It must have amused him judging by the satisfied smirk on his face. I don’t think I’ve ever felt that intimidated in my life. Something about him made me feel so tingly inside. Sitting across that massive desk from him made me feel so small. He walked over to his computer and tapped a few keys on the keyboard. I couldn’t believe what popped up. He had a video of the day that I squirted in the instructor’s face when I was Brandy’s model for her waxing exam.

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Stella 1-844-332-2639 ext 322

Mark sat with his hands folded in his lap and his eyes fixed on the floor. Kayla sat to my left. She held Mark’s gold card between two of her perfectly manicured fingers, while admiring it like a trophy. “Stella, darling, shall we see how much he’s willing to sacrifice for our entertainment?” she asked, with a wink.

“Let’s!” I said, while watching the subtle tremor in his shoulders. “You know the rules, Mark. Four digits. If we guess correctly, the balance is ours. If we miss…well, the penalty for wasting our time is exactly the same.”

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Molly 1-844-332-2639 ext 449  

The heat of Hanoi at midnight was a living thing, thick with the scent of roasted coffee, exhaust, and blooming jasmine. I had returned to my boutique hotel room in the Old Quarter, eager to peel off my damp clothes and wash away the grime of the day.

I stripped down to a pair of black lacy underwear, tossing them onto the unmade bed, before slipping into the bathroom for a cold shower.

When I stepped back into the bedroom, towel wrapped tight around my chest, the air felt different. Thicker. Charged with a sudden, wild electricity.

Standing by the balcony doors, was my private guide from the afternoon. The polite, buttoned-up man who had navigated the bustling streets had vanished. He stood in the shadows, his shirt half-unbuttoned, revealing a broad, golden chest that gleamed in the ambient streetlights. Across his skin, faint, dark tiger stripes beneath the surface, pulsing with a life of their own.

But it was what he held in his hand that made my breath catch.

He was holding my discarded lacy underwear.

His eyes, now a brilliant, glowing amber with slit pupils, locked onto mine. He didn’t look ashamed; his gaze was fierce, predatory… Continue reading “Panty Sniffing Weretiger” →