Pamper Fucked

Posted 1 hour ago by Amber

Amber 1-844-332-2639 ext 404

I sat on the edge of the bed, watching Mikey struggle with the tabs on his extra thick pamper. “You’re doing it too tight again,” I teased, sliding off the duvet to help him. Mikey looked up, just in time for me to see his cheeks flushing pink. “I just want it to stay put, Amber. We don’t want a repeat of the accident I had at the grocery store last week.”

I reached out, taking the tabs from his clumsy hands. Once his diaper was secured with a satisfying crinkle-snap, I stood back to inspect my handiwork. “Perfect,” I whispered, ruffling his hair.

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Julie 1-844-332-2639 Ext 453

I just discovered a new obsession with macrame. So when I saw a macrame plant hanger class, I had to sign up. I imagined a group of older ladies. But I couldn’t have been more wrong. Most of the people taking the class were in their twenties and thirties, including a few guys.There was a handful of women in their forties and fifties. But the biggest shocker of all was the teacher. I assumed a macrame plant hanger class would be taught by an older hippie woman. That’s what I get for assuming. The teacher looked like one of those male models on the cover of a romance novel. You know the type. Tall, tanned, and muscular with long sunbleached golden hair blowing in the wind. Well, in this case it was getting blown by the fan. But you know what I mean.

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Anna 1-844-332-2639 EXT 203

Mistress Anna took on a new Sissy Slut.She was so slutty, and yet delicate. She was sure to break her in. She asked her what her name was. But Mistress Anna decided to call her Missy. Little Sissy, Slutty Missy!

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Cory 1-844-332-2639 ext 407

I had spent the afternoon lounging among the mountain peaks, plucking clouds like tufts of cotton, until the tiny, frantic motions of a particularly spirited little man caught my roving eye. He looked like a teeny, tiny spec scurrying across a dinner plate. His frantic gestures only served to heighten my amusement as I reached down with fingers the size of redwood trunks to pluck him from his futile sanctuary.

Cupping my hands around him, I brought him closer to my face. My breath was like a gale-force wind that sent his hair whipping wildly. I couldn’t help but let out a soft, throaty chuckle at the sheer absurdity of his plight. He looked so insignificantly precious, knowing full well that he was entirely at the mercy of my whims.

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Daddy’s Girl

Posted 3 days ago by Sawyer

Sawyer 1844-332-2639 Ext 455

There’s something incredibly exciting about having a daddy tell me what and when to do something. All I want to do is please him even when it’s not something I want to do. He could force me to do anything and I would still have a smile on my face. 

People often think the appeal is about obedience, as a daddy’s girl I think it’s about getting my pussy filled. If daddy wants it I’m giving it to him. It’s about knowing that Daddy takes charge, and there is no such word as no in the dictionary when he is around.

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Stella 1-844-332-2639 ext 322

I stepped out of the alleyway, with my heels clicking against the concrete. It sounded almost like a siren song for the broken. I wasn’t looking for conversation, I was looking for the magnetic pull of a submissive spirit. You can smell them, really. There’s a specific scent to a man who is tired of his own self-governance. It’s a faint, metallic tang of repressed desperation.

I spotted what appeared to be a perfect specimen near the corner of 4th Street. He standing under the flickering orange glow of a streetlight. Tall, well-dressed in a suit that looked slightly too heavy for his frame, and was clutching a briefcase like a shield. He was trembling, though there was no breeze to speak of. As I approached, I didn’t bother with the softness of a smile. I let my presence be the only thing that mattered.

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Molly 1-844-332-2639 ext 449 

While I was wandering through the lingerie section, looking for something sexy and fun, I glanced up and saw a cute young man, following a tall smoke show a few aisles away. Something about the way the young man followed the other around screamed ‘Just Married.’ I smirked to myself. How delicious would it be to corrupt him. I picked out a few sets and moved towards the dressing room; I waited to enter, watching the couple until I was sure they’d be close enough for me to implement my plan.

I took the room closest to the entrance and stripped down, donning the lingerie as quickly as I could; then stood listening at the door. “Wait here. I’ll be trying these on.” I could hear the model, she was too good looking to not be a model. I heard her walk past my stall, opening doors until she found an empty room. Once I heard her door close, I opened mine and made eye contact with the young man who was waiting for her.

I smiled and stepped forward. “Hey, I need a second opinion. Do you think this looks good on me?” I half turned to show my back… Continue reading “Lingerie Shopping” →

Phonesex with Felicity 1844-332-2639 x 270

The grocery store was bustling with people trying to start their weekend fun. Everyone smelled of sunscreen and was hauling bags of ice, just itching to fire up the bar-b-que. I was only there for a few necessities I’d run out of, but I do love people-watching; you can see so many types of people here at the grocery store. Everyone’s gotta eat, right?

As I finished strolling around the aisles, I made my way to the checkout. All the lines were long, but I didn’t mind. I pushed my buggy over to the closest line and checked out the group in front of me. Three men, maybe in their late twenties, chatted together. The one closest to me was leaning over the buggy; the one in front of him had a 24-pack in his hands, and the other was prattling on about how hot Kelly was going to look in her bikini. I focused my attention on the man leaning over the buggy. Was that a diaper I spied peeking from the back of his shorts? Busted!

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Best Handjobs

Avery 1-844-332-2639 ext. 228

For as long as I can remember I’ve always been told that I give the best handjobs. I love stroking cock and right now I’m in the mood to stroke yours. I know you might not think a teen like me would have a ton of experience making guys cum but you’re SO wrong.

One of my favourite things is giving jerk off instructions and I’m also really good at getting men off while I do it. Now put two and two together and what does that make? The perfect girl for you and your cock.

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Rectal Exam

Posted 6 days ago by Melanie

Melanie 1-844-33-CANDY ext 463

I love playing dress up, don’t you? What do you want me to dress up as today, babe? Hope you’re not allergic to latex, because I drape my whole body in a skintight latex leotard so I can be your nurse. I heard it might be time for your rectal exam? Come inside and sit on the chair.

Drew walked into my room where I had a nicely padded chair with a hole in the bottom. I wanted his ass to be comfy, but it had a nice round hole for easy access later. There was also a table with some chains and buckles attached. That would be for chaining him down so I can perform some ass play on him later. I always like to think ahead, ya know? I looked at Drew and said, “be good and I might give you my fingers later.”

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