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My Cucked ATM Buys Me A Car

Kayla Cumsalot 1844-33-CANDY Ext 357

I twisted the key into the small chastity cage and smiled up at DaveATM. “This is really going to be the best birthday month ever.” He grunted when my hand fondled his balls. Tugging things around to make sure the cage was in its proper place.

“Whatever makes you happy, Princess.” I could tell he was already becoming frustrated with the cage, or maybe it was the knowledge that he wouldn’t be unlocked until my birthday. “Ready to go to the dealership?” He asked as he tugged up his pants. I jumped to my feet and clapped my hands. His spoiling me was my favorite thing ever, and I couldn’t wait to pick out my new car. Little did my ATM know that the car dealer who would be helping us pick out my brand-new vehicle would have a giant BBC that would make me scream as he signed the paperwork and dripped through his cage.

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Cuck Conquests

Posted 2 weeks ago by Cory

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Cory 1-844-332-2639 ext 407

I carefully orchestrated opportunities for my new boyfriend to witness my infidelity. I’d invite my conquests over for dinner, making sure he caught a glimpse of them walking up our driveway or lingering in our backyard. The look of anguish on his face was music to my ears, fueling my desire to push him further into despair.

I’d take my lovers to intimate gatherings he’d planned, savoring the jealous glares he sent my way. Our sex life became a battleground, with me alternating between tenderness and cruelty, keeping him perpetually off balance. I reveled in the power I held, knowing that beneath his bravado, he was slowly losing his grip on the relationship.

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Mistress Janine 1-844-332-2639 ext 462

My darling husband waited eagerly for tonight.  He knew what date night meant when I told him we’d have one this Saturday night.  I picked out a slinky but classy dress to wear for our night out together.  He dressed just the way I prefer in a button up dress shirt and a black pair of slacks.  I love classy and elegant.  There’s no reason to dress trashy to gain the attention we desired.  My husband craved a night of being cuckolded with a man he picked out for me himself.  I let him pick the club where we’d find tonight’s participant in our naughty game.

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Anna 844-332-2639 EXT. 203

Miss Anna got asked out, and gawked at almost everywhere she went. She couldn’t even pump gas, or walk to the corner store without getting hollered at. She was so seductive, so slutty and hot all at the same time.

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A Cuckold Anniversary

Francie 1844-332-2639 xXx 208

Ray and I were out celebrating one year of wedded bliss. His fingers interlocked with mine over the romantic dinner table. Several tall pillar candles flickered between us, and his face looked so happy as he talked about all of his favorite moments over the past year. It was sweet and so dull. My gaze wandered and clashed with another man’s. he was leaning against the bar in a tailored suit. The sharp line of his beard had my thighs rubbing together under the table, just itching to feel the whiskers tickle me there. He grinned as if he could hear my thoughts from way over there and tipped his head toward the restroom.

It was an order I couldn’t refuse. I pryed my fingers from Ray’s and stood up without a word. Leaving him hanging in mid-sentence to watch me walk between the tables and disappear into the hallway leading to the restrooms.

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Amber 1-844-332-2639 ext 404

I have a type. Specifically, I have two types. There’s Type A: The distinguished gentleman, preferably with a full head of silver hair, a penchant for single malt scotch, and a portfolio that could rival a small nation’s GDP. These men are wonderful conversationalists, masters of the five-star reservation, and possess a certain gravitas that only comes with decades of accrued wisdom (and even more accrued wealth). They also, almost without exception, have the libido of a particularly sluggish snail.

Then there’s Type B: The strapping twenty-something, all rippling abs, boundless energy, and an unshakeable belief that life is one long montage from a sports drink commercial. These men are less interested in discussing the nuances of global economics and more interested in, well, nuances. And by nuances, I mean anything that involves their cock.

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Diana 1-844-332-2639 Ext. 248

Mmm, I can still feel the warmth of Bull’s thick cock as he emptied his massive load deep inside me. He fucked me so hard and deep, stretching my tight pussy to its limits, before filling me to the brim with his hot seed. Now, I turn to you, my pathetic cuck, with a wicked grin.

“Come on, Cuck, clean it up,” I purr, running a finger through the creamy mess coating my inner thighs. “You know you can’t resist the opportunity to taste what’s yours…even if it’s been claimed by another man.”

I spread my legs wide, exposing my dripping cunt to your hungry gaze. You can’t help but salivate at the sight, your eyes glued to the evidence of Bull’s conquest. “Go on, lap it up like the good little cuck you are,” I coo, encouraging your obedience.

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Jessy 1844-33-CANDY ext 305

I heard Harold’s key in the door, but I didn’t move. I was too involved with my legs spread getting the best pussy eating of the week, which was usually his job as my obedient cuckold. He must have heard me moaning downstairs because after he closed the refrigerator, he made his way upstairs. I wasn’t about to move and it didn’t even matter that I left the door open. As soon as Harold came in , I told him to take off his fucking clothes and to kneel beside the bed. As soon as he dropped his pants, I could see his hard, shrimp dick sticking up like a door knob. Gary, kissed my ass cheeks, as I turned over and reached into the nightstand for Harold’s pink cock cage. I slipped it onto his baby carrot cock, turned the lock and settled back onto the pillow.
Gary laughed and made a comment about how small Harold was in comparison to him. I had to giggle at his clit stick too. It got me more excited to know that he was going to see Gary pound my pussy into oblivion. He rammed his cock into my snatch from behind hard,

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A Broken Key

Posted 4 months ago by Belle

A Broken Key

Belle 1844-332-2639 X 444

The key around my neck bounced into my tits with every thrust of the massive cock stretching me open. I was on my knees, facing my chastity cuck who begged to be unlocked. “Let me stroke it a little. Fuck, Belle, I’m begging. Please, unlock my cage! It hurts so bad.” The sound of his voice was so fucking annoying. All I wanted to focus on was the pleasure building in my core from the deep pounding I was taking.

“If it will shut him up, give him the key.” The bull behind me groaned. Obviously sick of hearing the loser’s constant whining as well. I gripped the chain and snatched it from my neck, tossing the key to the naked loser in the cuck chair beside the bed.

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Rachel 1*844*332*2639 Ext 457

I was minding my own business at my new job and guess who came in. My professor and his wife. Long story short, they gave me a big tip to go back to their place when I got off work. With much trepidation, I decided to just do it. I didn’t want them to cause any issues to jeopardize my new job. Plus, I needed the money.

When I arrived, my professor answered the door which was out of the ordinary. Then he sent me back to their room. When I walked in, there she was. She was wearing black leather short shorts, bustier, and thigh high boots. And she of course had her whip. My heart dropped because I didn’t know what was going to happen. They were both acting different than usual. She told me to strip down or she’d rip my clothes off. So I did as I was told. Then she said “Tonight it’s my turn with Little Rachel.” I hadn’t seen that coming. And to be honest, I was scared of what she had in mind. She walked over to the drawer and grabbed some handcuffs and a strap on dildo.

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