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Would You
'Would you...?' 'Look the part to play the part....' 1 5' 4...dreaded, and to be dreaded....bookish, be-spectacled—damn near owlish....so much so that you might miss the way her tits spoke to you no matter how much she attempted to 'silence' them ....that you might miss the way her sk... Read full Story
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Boy Meets Girl
"What's her sister look like?" Dave Newell asked his brother. "You've seen Steph. They're sisters." Stephanie Johnson was a hottie, no doubt about that, Dave thought. Still, that didn't necessarily mean that her sister would be a looker. If Stephanie were from Venus, her si... Read full Story
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Old Folks Part 2
It had been eleven months since that day when I arrived at Honey and Frank's house. It was about 1am at night as I stood in a quiet street waiting for Frank to pick me up. I had just finished with my last client for the night a good blowjob with him ending up cumming on my face. I was touching up my... Read full Story
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Blue collar Master, white collar slave Part 2
About an hour later I was once again naked except for my chastity pouch and my stilettos and once again I was screaming and crying, my body covered with angry red welts from Master Darren's whip. On my knees crying and begging I held his cock in my hands, trying to give the best handjob ... Read full Story
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THE WEATHERGIRL BY B-MAN
PART 1: A COURTESY CLIENT BLOWJOB Three weeks into my gig at Coxon & Dicster had been a blast. At first, a few of the girls had some reservations about me working there because I wasn't transgendered myself but I guess I won them over with my naturally cheerful personality. At least,... Read full Story
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Reshooting the Scene, Chapter 1
I have been a porn aficionado since I was a teenager. My first dabblings were with Hustler magazine and a *very* hardcore mini-novel called “Her Busted Asshole,” which told the raunchy story of Ginny Cummings’ sexual coming of age. In addition to the very graphic story, it had full color glossy p... Read full Story
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Debbie Part 8
Moira sat in her booth at the entrance to the subway station and saw people pass by. She sat there every day selling tickets, and although several thousand people passed her during a shift, she could now recognize many of the regulars and she even knew when to expect them. It was now almost 9 o'cloc... Read full Story