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My Love Letter To Joanna Jet
I await my goddess on my knees, my heart pounding in my chest as I hear the sound of your footsteps outside my door. You knock and I spring to my feet, opening the door. You enter, pushing me aside and closing the door behind you. You are radiant, tall and curvy, with long black hair, smooth cara... Read full Story
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Mommy, can I be your fuck-toy?
I saw my step-mom taking a shower by accident or so I thought. It was not until I saw her pretty big she-cock jus hanging there between her sexy well defined legs. It was even hard & it was already as big as my cock when its hard. It looked so big that it was a bit scary yet some muscle in my anus s... Read full Story
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Southern Hospitality Ch. 02
XtinaSmith2017 Laura felt herself lifted lazily from the arms of sleep, her body relaxed and floating on a small cloud of pleasure, her mind filled with images, sensations, not pulled from whatever dream she had just been having but instead, memories, memories from the night before. Memories of... Read full Story
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Late Night Snack (Touch me in the morning)
I was awakened abruptly by someone banging on my door at 1am. At first, I thought it might be Harry, the man who replaced Mr. Cobb in my bed a few nights ago. He had been persistent and horny constantly. I think it was because fucking trans women like me was new to him and he hadn’t got enough of th... Read full Story
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Family Frolic
FRIDAY My sister and her husband wanted to take a few weeks off in the sun and asked me to look after their kids for a while. I'd move out of my tiny apartment and into their house for the duration. As I was still living off my severance and they had a nice spread with an indoor pool and a h... 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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La pistola NEGRA del Tío, entre Las Bragas de Mi Tía LA PUTONA
Aaayyy.. Yo sabía que la Tía había sido Flor de PUTONA.. pero, jamás me imaginé que me iba a tocar a mí 'hacerme cargo de sus cosas'.. su 'herencia'.. la casa ya vieja, por reordenar destinar y.. LAS COSAS que una descubre ya con los años! Todo estaba igual, pero HORRIBLEMENTE ARRUINADO.. más, e... Read full Story
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Looking-Glass Ladyboy
I was taking a walk to stay--all right; I'll admit it--to get in shape, when I saw the "Going Out of Business" sign in the second-hand furniture store a block north of my condo. I wasn't in the market for anything, new or used, but I can't resist a bargain, and what was better for finding ... Read full Story
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The Mole
Police work is a paramilitary occupation. Uniforms, rank, weapons, discipline…It can be exciting and interesting for some and boring for others. Some officers seem to find lots of action during their career (or maybe it finds them) while others never use their sidearm except for target practi... 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
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Growing up CD
Peter, Max and I played together like that for the rest of the weekend. We must have sucked each other's cocks at least 10 times over the three days. Peter and I were both physically drained. Max just seemed to be insatiable for our bodies. He didn't want us to go. He kept on saying how much he ... Read full Story
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Aunt Cindy's Bizarre World
My name was Jim Rogers Jr. at one time. I was born and raised in a small town in a rural county in Oklahoma. My father James had been the pastor of the local Pentecostal Assembly of Jesus. Dad was what was known an ultra conservative hell fire and brimstone preacher. My mother's name was Allison. Sh... Read full Story
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The Visit
A visit to a hooker, where I describe my bisexual experiences *** It was a weekday, I had bummed off work and had made my way to Ipswich for a visit to Rona, my favorite hooker. She was a lovely woman in her forties, with a fantastic figure, not slim but not fat and with huge tits. She... Read full Story
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The Conference
It had been a long day at the conference. During my evening meal in the hotel restaurant with some colleagues I noticed a stunning looking woman across the room. We met eyes on several occasions and acknowledged each other with a warm smile. She stood up to leave the restaurant and I was able ... Read full Story