Melanie 1-844-33-CANDY ext 463

Mommy’s going to take really good care of you this evening. You’re getting to be such a good boy these days. Let’s start with a nice warm bath. I take off your shirt and bottoms, including your dirty diaper. You step into the bathtub and sit down, relaxing in the warm water. Now it’s time to bathe you little one.

I grab the bath sponge and soap it up and run it over your back and front, making sure to clean it all. I get your little arms and little legs all clean. Last but certainly not least, I clean your little peepee and make sure to soap it up real nice. I know you love the way your little peepee feels when I clean and massage it.

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gooner triggers

Cory 1-844-332-2639 ext 407

I’ve spent countless nights convincing loser betas that I was the answer to all their problems. I had mastered the art of making them believe that I was the only one who truly understood them. They would pour their hearts out to me and tell me all about their boring jobs, their lackluster love lives and their overall sense of inadequacy.

And I would listen, nodding sympathetically, all the while thinking about how they’re nothing more than pussy-free losers with zero hope in finding a girlfriend, or even a one-night stand for that matter, and how I was going to manipulate them into funding my next shopping spree or vacation. I mean, let’s be real, these guys were losers and they knew it. They were desperate for attention. And I was more than happy to provide that attention, for a price of course!

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Rachel 1*844*332*2639 Ext 457

I’ve always been a Daddy’s girl. But now I realize that I always will be. From the time I was very young, I’ve always been attracted to older men. I never ever had any interest in boys my own age. They are so immature. It feels like they are my brothers.  I need a man, a real man. I love for a Daddy to take over and have his way with me. I don’t know why, but it feels so satisfying when a Daddy uses my body for his intense sexual gratification. The dirtier, the better. The kinkier his fetishes are, the more satisfaction I get. Daddies get so excited to be able to fulfill their nastiest, most taboo fantasies with me. And that gets my little tight teen pussy dripping.

I used to flirt with all of my Daddy’s friends when I was younger. It was so much fun to tease them until they couldn’t take it anymore. I would see how far I could push them. Their dicks would start getting hard in their pants. Then they would start squirming. I remember one time my Daddy was having a Super Bowl party.

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Nail Day

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Nail Day

Kayla Cumsalot 1844-33-CANDY Ext 357

The echo of my heels on the linoleum had everyone looking in our direction. A tiny pink leash dangled from my fingers, the matching collar locked tight around Jon’s neck. He wore a black sports coat and slacks, no shirt. His sexy chest and abs were on display as I totted him through the nail salon.

Older women gasped, and younger ones giggled. The little nail techs leaned into each other to whisper about the two of us in a language I couldn’t understand. It didn’t matter, though. It was nail day, and nail day is my favorite fucking day.

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fucking

Stella 1-844-332-2639 ext 322

The boardroom smelled like espresso and tension. Ethan Carr, the man across the table from me, leaned back in his chair and smiled like he’d already won the merger we were arguing over. I had to remind myself he was the enemy. His company wanted to swallow mine whole. Yet every time he spoke, my pulse did a little somersault.

After hours of circling each other’s bottom lines, we called it a draw. He bought me a drink afterward. His hand brushed mine as he set the glass down. “You’re tougher than you look,” he said. “And you’re full of it,” I shot back, but my smile was weak. We ended up at my place. His laugh was a low rumble as he kissed me. I pulled him closer, as all thoughts of spreadsheets and stock options melted into thin air. He tasted like ambition and something darker…I couldn’t quite name it.

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Melanie 1-844-33-CANDY ext 463

My friend Marcy came over and told me she really wanted to have a threesome with me, and she knew the perfect guy to play with. It was an old friend of hers named Alan. I let her set it up since it was her friend. She just needed to tell me where to go and when to be there. We planned on going to her house since she had a king size poster bed. We could really have some fun on that thing.

It was a Wednesday night, and Alan was blindfolded as we guided him up the stairs and to the bedroom. Before we started anything, we needed to strip him down to nothing. He had an itty-bitty penis. There was no way either of us sexy girls were going to feel any kind of penetration, so we needed to surprise him. We were both going to use our strap-ons and manhandle the boy for who he was.

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Julie 1-844-332-2639 Ext 453

I had been planning a surprise cumming out party for my sissy son for quite a while. But when I caught him in my dildo drawer, I knew it was time. When I sent out the invites, I let everyone know that the gift request was simple. I asked each guest to bring him a pair of panties (the more frilly and girly, the better) and a pair of socks (ruffle socks or school girl cable knee socks). Everyone was invited, family, friends, neighbors, and anyone and everyone else I could think of. It was time for the world to know and for him to be completely out and in the open. He had no idea what was coming. So that morning I sat him down and told him that we needed to talk. I told him that I knew he had been sneaking into his sister’s panty and sock drawers for years. And she knew too. So she picked out some lacy pink panties and a pair of her school girl uniform socks to give him. I told him to take off all of his clothes and put on the socks and panties.

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groupie slut

Jamie 1-844-332-2639 ext 461

They say rock & roll is forever. I’m beginning to believe it. They always called me a groupie, but that word felt too small for what I do. I”m more of a reape. Harvesting not souls, but the electric residue of rock & roll. One night. One body. One debt. Tonight’s offering was a shoegaze frontman named Lysander. His cute face was pretty much always obscured by a curtain of bleached hair and disdain.

I’d been waiting for him, all leather and come-hither, by his tour bus. When he emerged from the stage exit, he looked at me but didn’t speak. He just pulled me into the shadows, as his hands clawed at my tight dress like he was exorcising a ghost. We fucked in the alley behind the dumpster because the rest of the band was already in the bus. He bent me over, dress pulled up. His teeth left a half-moon mark on my shoulder. I didn’t flinch. Instead, I let him do it then watched as he smiled and stumbled back to his bus.

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pantyhose

Amber 1-844-332-2639 ext 404

I’m standing in the produce aisle, when a familiar voice calls my name. I turn and there he is. Jake, the boy who used to sit two seats away from me in English class. I used to let him dry hump me in his car. He’s older now, but the same mischievous glint flickers behind his eyes.

“Amber?” he asks, as a grin spreads across his face. I can’t help the sudden rush of nostalgia and before I know it, we’re wrapped in a brief, tight hug that feels like the world has tilted back to those late‑night study sessions. “Wow, I didn’t expect to see you here,” I say, trying to keep my voice steady.

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Roxy 1(844) 332-2639 Ext 414

There’s just somethin’ ‘bout a cowboy that makes me weak in the knees. And I met a truly genuine one at the rodeo. He looked so fucking sexy roping the bulls in his wranglers, cowboy hat and boots, and leather chaps. Mmmmm… that smell of leather gets me so wet. With the way all of the girls were fawning over him, he had to know how good lookin’ he is. But I caught his eye.  One thing led to another, and he asked me out for dinner. What I hadn’t anticipated was how dressed up he was. He looked so handsome in his black felt cowboy hat and sports coat. And he brought me a dozen pink roses. He informed me that he’d made reservations at an upscale steak house, so I hurriedly slipped into a little black dress. And we were off. I had really misjudged him. That’s what I get for judging a book by it’s cover. The way he smirked at all of his little groupies led me to believe that he was just a pretty boy player. But he was actually quite the gentleman.

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