Melanie 1-844-33-CANDY ext 463

I just love sissy clients. Frilly little sissies that love to dress up in sexy lingerie and play with toys up their asses. Do they love being fucked in the ass more than me? We shall see.

My friend Candy came over one evening and told me she wanted to play dress up with me: my choice. I immediately took her upstairs to my walk-in closet where I had loads of lingerie hanging. This was our first time playing, so I found a frilly lacey light pink and black bra with a black thong and matching frilly lacey skirt. She looked so pretty in it. To complete the look, I gave her a pair of black fishnet stockings and black stilettos. Then we took pictures.

Candy looked delicious, so I suggested we get some toys to play with and see if we could fill her ass up. I let her look in my drawers where I kept the toys and she picked out my thickest dildo strap on and a straight purple vibrator. I started with the vibrator.

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Rachel 1*844*332*2639 ext 457

Right as I was about to doze off, I heard someone unlocking my front door. Only two people have the key to my front door, my landlord and my uncle. Once inside, he yelled “Your rent is past due Rachel”. While that sounds like something my landlord would say, I could tell that it was my uncle’s voice. And besides, that’s not the way Brent Sterling handles things. For all I know, I could probably live here rent free. After all, I am fucking my married landlord. But I made a deal with my uncle. He will pay my rent if I stay in school and let him do whatever he wants with me sexually whenever he wants to. So he usually shows up unexpectedly and unannounced. Last time he caught me with Mr. Martin. He wasn’t too happy about it. So he had his way with Mr. Martin. And Mr. Martin went along with it because he didn’t want to take a chance that my uncle might say something to Mrs. Martin. I heard footsteps, then saw my uncle’s figure standing in the doorway.

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Zesty Zoey 1-844-332-2639 Ext 403

Anna has this amazingly sexy nephew.  Sometimes, she invites me to help her.  Last week, Anna invited me to celebrate her nephew’s birthday.  He opened the door excitedly when we arrived.  “Auntie Ann and Zoey!” he exclaimed.  “I wasn’t expecting you today.” He said.  “I know, we wanted to surprise you.  Zoey and I are here to help you celebrate your birthday with a bang.” Anna told him.  We giggled at the double entendre of her comment.  “I always have so much fun with both of you!” He said excitedly.  I assured him that this would be the best birthday of his life to date.

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Thirsty Man

Posted 7 days ago by Francie

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He walked into the empty house, unaware of the events that would unfold. Feeling hungry from a day of work, he searched the kitchen for a snack. Not a single crumb of food was found in the cabinets, the pantry, or the refrigerator, for that matter. The only thing he could consume was a small vial atop the kitchen counter labeled “Drink Me.”

He had seen movies where such vials were dangerous, but the audible sound of his stomach rumbling decided for him. The thirsty man popped the cork off the vial and tipped it to his lips. Allowing the clear liquid to slip down his throat caused a warming sensation in his belly as soon as it landed.

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Amber 1-844-332-2639 ext 404

There’s just something about the way he eats my ass. He doesn’t actually EAT it. He just licks. Nibbles. Presses his mouth around my hole like he’s trying to hoover it. His tongue traces the entrance. His teeth graze the delicate skin. Not a bite. Never that. Not yet. But close. Close enough to make me shiver. Perhaps it’s warning. Or a promise. He calls it my peach. Says I taste just like one. Sugar and sun, with a secret tang underneath.

I hate that I like the word. Peach. He doesn’t say it in a sweet way. It sounds more like hunger. Like something clawing at the dark. The way his hands tighten on my hips when I arch toward him, wordless, desperate. The way his breath hitches as if he’s losing control, when in truth, I’m the one unraveling.

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Kayla Cumsalot 1844-33-CANDY ext 357

Some days are so long and terribly stressful. At the end of a long day, all I want is to go home and curl into the arms of a sexy, ALPHA. There is just something about the way I feel when wrapped in a man’s arms. His bigger body protecting mine, and the way his neck smells when I nuzzle into that perfect little crook.

It’s a feeling of security and gives me the chance to really relax. It’s exactly what I need to de-stress. However, today, when I came home from slinging dildos at bored, tipsy housewives all night, the man I wanted to hold me and be my big, strong hero was dressed in a diaper and sucking on a binkie.

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Flickering lights

Posted 1 week ago by Cory

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Cory 1-844-332-2639 ext 407

It started when the power went out. Flickering lights, the fridge groaning, right as I was tucking Benny into his bed. “Mama Cory, was that thunder?” he whispered, wide-eyed, clutching a stuffed waffle toy. I smoothed his hair, adjusted his thick pull-up, and said, “No, baby. Just the flux capacitor acting up again.” I wasn’t sure what I meant, but it sounded sci-fi enough to soothe him.

As the basement lightbulb popped with a suspicious snap, I told my boy to stay put, kissed him on the forehead, and grabbed my glow-in-the-dark taser (which, admittedly, was just a repurposed sex toy). Armed with maternal instinct, I descended the stairs into the dark, humming the theme song to my favorite show as a way to stay focused.

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Melanie 1-844-33-CANDY ext 463

My friend Andy 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 I was in heat. I unbuttoned and unzipped his pants to pull out his precious specimen. “Holy Crap! 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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Julie 1-844-332-2639 Ext 453

Julie, I want you to be my real life lingerie model. His words echoed through my mind. He confessed that he was obsessed with women’s lingerie. From the time he was a young boy, he would anxiously await the department store catalogs. He couldn’t get to the women’s lingerie section quickly enough. His cock would get so hard in anticipation. It would drip as he flipped through the pages. His addiction just continued to intensify. Before he knew it, he was wearing his mom’s panties. And he couldn’t cum unless he was wearing panties and looking at girl’s lingerie. Over the years he had a fantasy that he never thought could ever actually come true. He fantasized about a real life doll that he could dress up in lingerie. That’s when he told me that he wanted it to be me. He said that he wanted to buy me all kinds of lingerie and dress me up in it. I didn’t realize how serious he really was. But the lingerie began arriving. All of the colors were so beautiful. And he’s obsessed with soft, buttery fabrics. So everything just felt so luxurious against my skin.

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Stella 1-844-332-2639 ext 322

“I need a proper master,” he said, with his voice cracking. I smirked. Beta males like him are easy. They’re predictable. They think submission is a shortcut to feeling alive. I named my price and he handed over his wallet without hesitation.

He called himself “Luke.” I told him to drop the name. “You’re Luce now,” I said, savoring the way his breath hitched. I made him kneel, of course, then crawl to fetch my boots. He obeyed, but there was something off. His hands trembled not from fear, but from eagerness.

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