All You Can Eat Mommy and Me Sausage Buffet

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I was working the Brunch shift at the popular wings spot when this banging couple strolled in. The blonde bombshell on the dudes arm made my dick twitch in my tiny orange shorts with just a smile. “Wow, you two look great together. Is this your wife?” I asked the man. Honestly, I was a little jealous that he was getting to stick his dick in her warm, buttery biscuit if she was.

The woman laughed and tossed her hair back over her shoulder as if she was flattered. She looked me up and down with a heat that set my balls on fire and replied. “Oh, no. He’s my stepson.” Her hand rubbed the cap of his shoulder, and he quivered under her touch.

There was definitely some sexual tension there, and I wanted to split it open with my sausage. “Let me lead the two of you back to the very special, all you can eat,” My hand rubbed down the front of my shorts, adjusting my very obvious erection, “Buffet in the back?”

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Pool Time

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Summer is in full swing now. My pool isn’t going to clean itself, and I sure as fuck am not going to be the one sweating my ass off to add the chemicals to the water and wash the sides of that deep, deep pool. Felicity is in need of a little cabana boy. One who’ll serve me hand and foot while I rest outside by the crystal clear waters he’s maintained so well.

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There was this boy I used to date. He was into having sex on trampolines. The first time, we were at his house. He suggested that we go outside and lay on the trampoline under the stars. It was a crisp fall evening. The sky was so clear, and the stars were so bright. We were cuddled up with cozy, soft blankets and pillows. It was really romantic. That night it was sensual and sweet. I felt like it was a special first time for us. What I didn’t realize is that it was only the beginning. The next time, we were at his house during the day. Again, he suggested we go out and lay on the trampoline. I thought since we had such a magnificent time the first night, he just wanted to recreate that. I giggled and reminded him that it was dark last time. This time all of the neighbors will be able to see us. But he was serious and adamant about the fact that he wanted to do it. I just wanted to make him happy and get it out of his system. So I agreed. This time it got crazier.

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Fairy

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Frotting with a fairy. (Sigh) I bet when you first looked at me, the last thing you thought you would hear yourself say to me is, “Your cock is so much bigger than mine!” But here we are. Your smaller cock in my hand mashed up against the throbbing thick meat of my shecock. I’m stroking us together while verbally abusing you, and you are struggling not to cum all over the velvety smooth head of my cock.

Using both of my hands, I lock our cocks together. My slender, feminine hips humping my hard cock up and down between my fingers and your smaller dick. It feels good. You had no idea you were a fairy bitch until I put you in your place.

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Sexy TS blonde thinking about Sissygasm

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Guys like to cum. Fuck, who doesn’t? Straight men like to cum inside of pussies or mouths. They jerk off thinking about emptying their loads into tight little assholes, but only a few of them consider cumming through their anus. Yes, I’m talking about a sissygasm—an orgasm produced by stimulating the prostate and not stroking the penis.

I’ve been talking to a man who thinks the idea is impossible. He says he would never be able to get off that way. It was my pleasure to show him otherwise.

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By the time I slide into the office at 8:59am, pulse racing and out of breath, I know I’ve got this in the bag. The tight burgundy pencil skirt hugs my curves in all the right places, the clingy black blouse cut low enough to show the perfect amount of cleavage. I’m dressed to impress, determined to wow the most important man in the building. Because I do whatever it takes to make it in this world.

“Good morning, Mr. Jameson,” I purr as I saunter past his office, swaying my hips just so. Innocent yet flirty, a wink in my voice.

“Diana, you look ravishing as always,” he replies smoothly, blue eyes drinking me in hungrily behind his polished oak desk. “Come in a moment, would you?”

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I love a boy that can handle me. Can you handle me?  Sometimes I get the feeling that boys are intimidated and don’t know if they can handle a “stripper”. But I’m here to tell you that I don’t want some egotistical bastard. I want someone that’s real. Dad bods get extra credit, lol. I have been dealing with men all of my life. Many think they know what I want. But they are usually wrong. I just want a sweet, genuine person. It doesn’t really matter if they are male or female. Age doesn’t matter either. All that matters is that we click in every way.

I was invited to a huge fiesta. It was so freaking amazing. There was a mariachi band. Everyone was dancing and having a great time. Some guys were trying to flirt with me and my friends. They were the machismo types. Lots of muscles, chiseled features, perfect hair… you know, the typical “tall, dark, and handsome”. But they just weren’t doing it for me. They think they’re so sexy, suave, and debonair. But that’s actually such a turn off to me. The sweet, quiet guy sitting in the corner is more my style.

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Wiener Party!

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You ever go to a Memorial Day BBQ and it turns into a real WIENER PARTY? The smell of burgers and hotdogs wafting through the air. I was a little tipsy from rose and my sundress was clinging to my curves. “I’m going to grab another bottle for us,” I called out to my friends as I headed into the garage, desperate for a moment of shade.

The garage was cool and dim, the treadmill and weights lined up against the walls. I made my way to the fridge in the corner, bending down to rifle through for another cold one. Suddenly, I heard the door click shut behind me. I turned around and nearly dropped the bottle when I saw who it was.

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Baby, I wanna play hooky with you. Today, as I woke up and started my morning routine to head to work, all I could think about was crawling back under the warm covers and pulling you close to me. I yearned to feel your naked body pressed against mine, our hips and thighs intertwined as we breathed in the scent of our mixed perspiration.

I wanted to skip out on my responsibilities and obligations for a day, to spend it exploring every inch of your tantalizing skin instead. Thinking about running my fingers over your chiseled abs and up your strong arms. I longed to lock my lips with yours, plunging my tongue into your mouth to taste you deeply.

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There’s this one rude client at the club. It’s a very upscale, member’s only gentlemen’s club. So the clientele is wealthy, high profile men. Most of them are confident, quiet, charismatic, and kind. But this one is just an asshole. There’s no way to put it nicely. And the other night he was being extra obnoxious. Then to top it off, he wanted a private dance. I wasn’t feeling it. But it’s my job. And money is money.

Once in a private room, he explained how he caught his wife cheating. I guess that also explained his mood and attitude that night. So I figured he just needed to have some fun to forget for a bit. I began to loosen his tie, rub his shoulders, and rub my tits and ass on him. But he proceeded to talk about his wife and how maybe he should just let her get satisfied by other men. I just continued to try to distract him from all of that. But I guess that rubbed him the wrong way because his rudeness began to escalate. Before I knew it, he was being plain mean. I was so done with this asshole.

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