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Julie 1844-332-2639 Ext 453

“A man does indeed have needs, and you deserve to have those needs met” I assure Derek. He seems a bit nervous today, so I ask him why. He confesses that he’s been thinking about something taboo that he’s a little bit embarrassed to admit. I remind him that he has no reason to feel embarrassed. He then tells me that he has a reoccurring fantasy that he just can’t shake, no matter how hard he tries. “I just can’t stop wondering what it would feel like to put my hard cock inside of a very tight little asshole. And I also wonder what it would feel like to have something put into my asshole.”  Excited by the thought, I let him know that he’s going to get what he desires. While instructing him to take off his clothes, I grab my bag and pull out my dildo. I drip some oil on it as he watches me. His cock is rock hard and dripping precum. I’m scared to make him cum too fast. So I figure that I should take it slow. I lay down on the couch and pull my legs up to my chest.

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Phonesex with Felicity 1844-332-2639 x 270

There was a surprise baby shower at work today for Jenelle. Seeing all of those sweet little clothes and the tiny toys got me all hot and bothered. We played diaper-changing games, and it just reminded me how much I loved that newborn stage—the snuggles and smells. Mama was getting baby fever, BAD!

I left work early and went right to the baby store. Unfortunately, this fever only had one cure! I needed to have my baby back!

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Torri 1-844-332-2639 ext 204

Y’all know there is a big difference between the South and the dirty South, right? Your kidding me you didn’t know there was a big diff? You’re missing out then; let me fill you in real quick. The South is just a place. Lots of places can be considered the south. Heck you even have the “south” of many states where you find most of your country boys and girls. This is your picture-perfect place you think about in your mind. Apple pies and Sadie Hawkins dances. Go a little deeper. The dirty south is hidden in plan site.

Down in the deep hollars and back roads of these Ann of Green Gables places are some of the dirtiest, downright filthy types of people you will ever find. And that is where you will find me. And right now with the leaves starting to change and the air getting colder, it’s bonfire weather and that’s when we naughty country teens come out to play. I’m getting ready for the first bonfire of the season. No this ain’t no smores and a few beers kind of thing.

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French Maid

Posted 6 months ago by Rachel

Rachel 1844-332-2639 Ext 457

I’ve always thought French maid outfits were so cute and have always wanted an excuse to buy one, lol. Well we all know that I’m failing my algebra class, and I have an “arrangement” with my professor. I do favors for him, and he passes me, thank goodness! He told me that he’s having a dinner party this weekend and needs his house cleaned. I figured I could score some extra credit points if I got a cute little outfit to wear. So I went shopping and found the sexiest little costume. I got all dressed up to go clean his house.

Looking so surprised when he saw me, he smiled so big and told me that I looked very cute. He let me in, and I began prancing around dusting and bending over on purpose to tease him. He was enjoying the view. He told me that my thong was obstructing it though and asked me to take it off. So I did. I proceeded to bend over as much as possible and drive him wild. I saw that he had a huge erection. But it was time for me to go clean the bathroom.

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xXx Francie xXx 844-332-2639 x 208

You can’t call me because “she’s” there. It’s an excuse I’m growing tired of. When we’re together, you claim I know you better than her. That I give you the things she’d never even think to give you. You’ve said I take you places she’s too afraid to explore. Wifey-poo is terribly selfish and never thinks of your feelings, and yet…

Yet you refuse to leave her. Who do you stay when it’s clear she’ll never be me? Your lazy, uncouth wife will never come close to making you as happy and satisfied as I do. The choice is yours; after all, I’d never force you into something you didn’t want to do, but the longer you stay in your sad, little comfort zone, the better the chance is of you losing me.

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Julie 1844-332-2639 Ext 453

My new neighbors are a very sweet couple that moved in a couple of months ago. They are always very friendly and invited me over for dinner last weekend. I was very appreciative and excited to get to know them better. They told me that they were going to make lasagna. I knew that they were really into wine. So I decided to get them a bottle of a really good Italian red. And I always love giving lucky bamboo, especially when it’s a new home.

When I arrived, they welcomed me in. Their home was exquisite and inviting. They poured me a glass of wine and opened the bottle I brought for after dinner. We talked and had an amazing dinner. Afterwards they asked if I’d like to take a dip in the hot tub. I told them I hadn’t brought a suit. They giggled and told me that they never wear bathing suits. It sounded like fun, so I agreed.

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Sherry 1844-332-2639 ext 399

As time grew on, I could tell he was a pathetic loser of a wanker who did not respect my job. He requires punishment to learn respect. I usually go to them as they call to me whispering my name. It was late at night and there he was deep in sleep.

Tonight will be different. As I come up through the sheets between his legs whispering to him of desires. I could see the terror on his face as his lips tightened and he saw me peeping from the sheets at him as I smiled up at him. He had no idea what I was going to do to him tonight. Continue reading “Time Wasters Punishment” →

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Janet 1-844-332-2639 ext 456

Up next is Janet in a TASTY little number. A sweet coconut cream whipped topping two-piece that is just melting away under the lights of the stage. But don’t worry we have plenty to go around. There is nothing she loves more than reapplying that sticky white and tropical-smelling cream. Rubbing it all over her big beautiful bouncing breast. That tight wet smooth and slick pussy of hers too. She really needs someone to lick her clean. Honestly, as much as she has on her to cover some of her assets she may need two or three some ones to get the job done!

You are stunned sitting there staring at the scene in front of you. One beautiful goddess of a woman standing up on stage wearing nothing but whipped cream. The cream placed in the shape of a sexy two-piece bikini. Your cock throbs in your pants as you suddenly feel the weight of the heavy wallet you have in your pocket. You brought plenty to bid with. Having a chance with one of the sexy women you just knew would be here tonight.

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Kayla Cumsalot 1844-33-CANDY Ext 357

Many things can be used to humiliate a man, but one sure-fire way to embarrass a grown man is to put him in diapers because his cock is lacking. The cock is what makes you a man, right? So when I pull down your pants and find a baby dick hiding in there instead of a mouth-watering, thick veiny cock, of course, I’m going to laugh and immediately want to put that puny thing in pampers.

Take Baby Riley, for example. He says he will do anything for his Mommy Kaykay and be such an obedient boy, but that doesn’t stop me from exposing how wittle and pathetic his baby dick is.

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Rachel 1844-332-2639 Ext 457

At our church, we do volunteer days. It’s very important to us to help and serve others. So during high school, I would volunteer one day a month at the skilled nursing facility. There was never a dull moment. I would host bingo night sometimes and they would get so crazy! Lol! One night they asked if I could help bathe Mr. Miller. Of course I agreed. It was late and there was only one nurse working. Luckily it was a man because Mr. Miller was recovering from a stroke and wasn’t able to move so we were going to have to lift him into the shower. That wasn’t something I was trained to do or strong enough to do. He was able to get him moved by himself. But when I went in all I could hear is Mr. Miller yelling about not wanting a man to bathe him. I could tell this wasn’t the first time he’d caused such a fuss by the frustrated look on Cutis’ face. He didn’t have time for this. He had other patients that needed his attention. So he asked if I would mind bathing him by myself.

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