Little Rachel 1*844*332*2639 Ext 457

April Fool’s Day is always so much fun to me. I love playing pranks, teasing people, and just messing around with them. I mean there’s nothing wrong with having some playful fun, right? Well there is this customer at the breastaurant that has been annoying me for months. He’s always so cocky. So I thought April Fool’s Day was the perfect opportunity to get him back.  It first started out with him teasing me with my tips. Like he would ask me if I really deserved the tip or mess around and say nah, I’m not gonna give you a tip. Then just laugh, like he thinks he’s funny. He’s not, he’s a total jerk. A total loser. So I decided that he needed a taste of his own medicine. I turned the tables on him. As soon as he started teasing me about my tip, I started flirting with him. He started telling me that I hadn’t worked hard enough for a tip. Instead of waiting for him to laugh at his own joke, I started giggling, acting like I thought he was so funny.

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Melanie 1-844-33-CANDY ext 463

Tony came over to my house on Easter weekend to catch up. It’s a time for rebirth and renewals, and this is just what I needed. He came into my house and walked up to my room like he already knew the place. When he came upstairs, he found me in a purple satin and lace babydoll nighty. I was ready for some loving.

He came up behind me and started kissing on my neck and I could feel his hard on poking me in the back. He reached around and started groping my tits and pinching my nipples right as I reach around behind me so I could help him stroke his cock.

He was stroking lightly and slow, edging himself, but I wanted more from him. I told him to come around to my front so I could watch him stroke and guide him along. I put him down on his knees and guided him along. I told him to stroke faster and harder until he was on the edge of cumming and then demanded that he stop.

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My Pretty Sissy

Posted 22 hours ago by Kara

Kara 1-844-332-2639 ext 306

There is just something about dressing up a sissy boy that delights me. I guess all girls loved to play dress up, but dressing up as sissies is so much more fun. Surely I could play in my closet, trying on all the sexy dresses and heels I’ve acquired, but I’d rather dress up my sissy boy. He gets so excited when I call him over because he already knows what to expect. Today was slightly different, but I’ve decided to surprise him once I’ve dressed him all up.

 

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Amber 1-844-332-2639 ext 404

J’s eyes flickered between my confident grin and Kayla’s confident stare. “Tell us what you want,” Kayla whispered. I could see a little smirk playing at the corner of her mouth. J swallowed, nervously. “I…um, want you to make weird sounds with your voices,” he said, in his deep boy voice. “And make me wear nipple clamps!”

Kayla and I looked at each other. “Weird sounds, huh?” I asked, with one eyebrow raised. “Maybe if you stopped using that awful boy voice and let Josie beg us for it, we’d be more willing to do as you wish…” Kayla tilted her head and leaned in, just barely touching J’s ear with her glossy red lips. “Yeah…maybe if Josie begged us for it…”

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Danika * (844) 332-2639 x 466

There is something inherently sexy about spring. The sun revives us, the earth itself working to become fertile; plants and birds alike come to life. There are numerous texts throughout history that speak of fertility rituals across every culture. I would like to focus on a particular work that is fueling my current fantasies. The Histories by Herodotus speaks of Sacred Sex Temples in Mesopotamia. At the start of spring, it is said that women would go to these sacred temples and wait until a man offered her money in exchange for access to her body. He would then fuck her in the sacred temples as an offering to the goddess Inanna.

I can’t even begin to tell you how wet it makes my panties, how much I want to touch myself at the thought of offering myself to a stranger in a Sacred Sex Temple.

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Kayla Cumsalot 1844-33-CANDY Ext 357

“Please!” I wailed. My sweaty forehead dropped against my stretched-out bicep. A quick glance up proved the handcuffs looped around the grab handle of his F-350 weren’t coming undone any time soon. “Please, let me suck your cock!” I begged again as I tugged against the metal, hugging my wrists. I’d been pulling against them so much that red lines were appearing where the cuffs rubbed against my delicate wrist bones.

“No.” His voice was cool, calm, and collected when it washed over my exposed throat. He nibbled my overheated skin slowly as if he had all the time in the world to explore my body with his fingers and mouth. The toes of my sneakers barely scratched the surface of the dirt road he’d stopped in the middle of. Someone could drive by at any minute while he had me half naked, and handcuffed, dangling and on display from the passenger side grab handle.

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Milan 844-33CANDY Ext. 398

 

Barely legal sex is way too much fun! Especially, when you can find a very good girl who likes to do very bad things. The type of girl who always follows directions, so when you tell her to get down on her knees in front of you, she’s down before she can even give it a second thought. The type of girl that you only have to teach once, before she’s swallowing you whole with her eyes screwed shut and spit dripping down her chin.

 

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Julie 1-844-332-2639 Ext 453

“Let’s go to the rodeo, Julie!” A friend was visiting from out of state and had always wanted to go to the rodeo. She couldn’t believe that I had never been. It just wasn’t my thing. I didn’t even own a real pair of cowboy boots. But she wasn’t having it. She took me to a cowboy boot store that was a giant warehouse. There were rows and rows of cowboy boots as far as my eyes could see. It was so overwhelming. But before I knew it, I was high on the leather perfumed air. And all of the different styles, colors, and patterns were getting me so excited. But then I saw the ones. I knew the moment I laid eyes on them that I had to have them. And I got so turned on when I put them on. All of a sudden, the thought of going to the rodeo was quite arousing.

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Seducing My Son

Posted 5 days ago by Cory

Cory 1-844-332-2639 ext 407

“Hey, Mom,” my son announced as he walked into my bedroom. “I wanna know why you’re fucking the neighbor instead of Dad.” He looked at me, smirking, as if he was in full control of the situation. I sat on the bed and cleared my throat. “Honey, your father hasn’t touched me in years. Stay out of it, you don’t know what you’re getting yourself into…” He shook his head and laughed, almost manically. “No, Mom. Tell me WHY…or else, I’ll tell Dad what you did.” I gasped. “Oh no, you won’t!”

He mocked me, suggesting that the only way to keep him silent was to give him a reason not to tattle to his father. So, I did what any respectable mother would do. I seduced him. “How do you know I fucked the neighbor?” I asked, as I unbuttoned the first few inches of my blouse. He looked me straight in the eye and said “I watched.”

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Melanie 1-844-33-CANDY ext 463

Marty called me to ask if I could do a last-minute session with him. He was begging me, telling me he really needed to see me. I thought he was being pathetic, but I told him if he came over tomorrow night, I could squeeze him in for a three-day session.

Friday rolled around and Marty showed up two hours early; boy was he desperate! I led him downstairs to my dungeon of fun and let him set up. That included stripping him of all his clothing and I put him in the corner cage until I was ready for him. What he didn’t know was that I wouldn’t be ready for him until Sunday!

Hours passed by and poor little Marty was waiting, wondering when I’d be back for him. The night turned into day, and Saturday was here before we knew it. He heard the sounds of my stiletto heels coming down the basement stairs. What surprised him the most was the hunk of man I brought down with me.

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