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Dress Up Time For My Slut

 I know you have been a naughty little sissy playing with my lingerie and rubbing your little clit.

I watch from the door as you rub the lace of my stockings over your skin, you’re so excited at the feel. You have no idea that I’m home, so you decide to take off your boy clothes and try on my pretty, sexy, slutty lingerie.

Your hard little clit is sticking out as you slip on a pair of pink lacey panties. You stand up to admire yourself and prop up your leg to try on my stockings.

I’m done watching, now it’s time to make you my little sissy slut. Your eyes light up when I pick out the perfect pair of heels to accentuate that cute little apple ass. Be a good boy and fetch my strap-on as we both know just where it is.

 

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Written By: Brianna
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Look At Those Trophy Balls

   I’m taking a little me time, before my appointment.  Sometimes a woman just needs to unwind and pleasure herself before a long, busy day. 

Time got away from me and next thing I know, my  time was interrupted by my 1 pm Dr. appointment.

Being the bold person his wife described him as, he just walked right in on me.  I told him to go into my exam room and wait for me. How truly fucking annoying of him.

I just toss on my white coat and greet him again in the exam room. We talk for a few minutes and I explain to him why he’s here.

Once on the table and strapped in, I examine his balls. They’re quite the trophy balls. Seems like a shame to do away with them.  My “me” time was interrupted and his hard cock is very tempting. 

With him a bit woozy from the pain pill, I could easily hop on his cock and get what I need. What would be the harm of letting him cum hard just one more time for my pleasure?

My pussy is so wet and I begin to grind again on his cock. It feels so good.  I was about to straddle him, when I hear his wife in the waiting room.

Did I fuck him? Did I remove his trophy balls? Call me for all the twisted details.

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Written By: Brianna
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The Perfect Valentine’s Day Gift

Look at you and how adorable you’re trying to find your wife the perfect gift for Valentine’s Day.  This is such a coincidence, because I know your wife. We’ve been chatting about all the sexy gifts she would love to get from you.

I can’t help you now, but give me your phone. Here’s my address and number. Call me to set something up. I know the perfect gift for her.

Here you are right on time. I sell lingerie, so let’s relax with a drink while I show you my suggestions. Have another drink. I promise you that it will help you to relax that tired mind and body. 

Oh wow, are you okay? Let me help you to a bed to lay down for a bit. Take this headache pill for me, you must have just drank too much too fast. Now, let’s get those restricting clothes off. 

                 Oh goodness, you had a very long nap. How are you feeling?  Oops, looks like there’s a bit of blood still on my implements. Is something wrong? You aren’t leering at me, like in the store. You seem concerned about her gift. Don’t worry, I promise she will absolutely fucking love it!

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Written By: Brianna
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What is Useless, Swollen, and Blue, and Purple All Over?

  I know just what your tired and sick of it all wife wants for Christmas. She has been my closest friend since grade school and I intend to give her exactly what she wants.  Of course, I will need a little bit of help from you, her husband. 

I invite you over for a few drinks and a chat. You’re so fucking excited. Knowing you, I bet you’re thinking she wants something so hot and sexy like a threesome with me. Oh honey, you couldn’t be so far from the sad truth. 

As soon as you arrive, you mumble something about my tits and the things you would do to them.  You’re every bit the annoying pig your wife says you are. I really must put a stop to this! 

We have a few drinks and I get you to strip for me. You’re rock hard and for a brief second, your cock is tempting but, not today or ever. 

I tell you I want to be super kinky and do it on my massage table covered in plastic. That makes your cock twitch. You eagerly let me put your hands and feet in restraints. 

I strip down to next to nothing, as I watch your eyes go huge. I start to kiss down your chest, down to your stomach. I look up at you and smile. What is that glinting in my teeth?  You feel a sharp implement on your balls and a sudden gush of something warm.  

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Written By: Brianna
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Some Things Never Change

Sometimes I just need a road trip by myself. There’s something so exciting about pulling over and getting a room at a side of the road motel. You just never know what to expect. 

I checked in late and nothing seemed to be open for dinner and drinks but a run down bar next to the motel. Why not? I always look for something different on my road trips. I do have a thing for bikers.

The bar seemed pretty lively for a week night. Lots of bikers, cowboys, and sexy women, just my sort of crowd. I played pool and danced with some of the ladies. A sexy brunette and I were getting very close when this man would not leave us alone. Not fucking again! Why can’t some men just take a hint.

We went to the ladies room and he said he would get us more drinks. I asked her if she wanted to take him back to my motel room and have some fun with him.

We had our drinks and invited him to go some place quiet with us. He was acting like such a fucking pig, as though he was the only man alive with a hard cock. Please, fucker!

We smoked a bit and drank even more. He was pretty fucked up, slurring words and being annoying.

He finally passed out. My new friend helped me undress him and restrain him to the old, worn out bed.  When he came to, we were naked and kissing each other. He mentioned something about it now being a party. Maybe not for you though!

The look in his eyes when he saw my scalpel. He began to beg for his life. I have no idea why he assumed we would kill him. I just wanted to rid him of the huge, hairy balls of his.

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Written By: Brianna
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Useless

You are just so fucking useless to me. I mean seriously, what the fuck good are you?  You have the biggest balls I have ever seen, and the smallest dick I have ever had the misfortune to gaze upon. Useless and worthless.

I am told you have a remarkable sex drive, but that little dick?  What good are you, really? The only solution I can think of is to remove those balls. No, not just a simple pop a pill and you are done. No, I want them totally removed, and not just out of commission. 

It sort of sucks to be you, doesn’t it?  You have been told time and time again to stop being such a pig. You just can’t help yourself. Your balls are the root of the problem. Look at me one last time. Soon, you will have no desire at all. Meek like a neutered dog. It sucks to be you. 

I am all out of pain pills, such a shame. Take this big dog bone and bite down hard on it. No one wants to hear your screams of pain. You look so amusing. I did forget that your wife wants a video of the procedure.  Let’s get started. 

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Written By: Brianna
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I’ve Got You Under My Skin

     

      When I crave a man, he has to be something fucking special. When I fall, I fall hard.  I met a musician at my last show, and I have decided he is mine to keep.  Tall, rough, hot, rich with ink and piercings.  What’s not to desire. It was fun for awhile. We met in dark alleys, in abandoned houses, bathrooms, and cemeteries.  I eventually do get bored, and you get possessive.  I tried to end it but, you won’t go away. What do I do? 

You invite me to your home. FUCK ME!! Now he is getting domestic on me. He cooks me dinner, and there is no booze or party favors. I give him one last fuck, because he is amazing in bed.  He begins talking about babies. Wait, what? He told me he was snipped. We are so fucking finished. I just leave.

          I get to thinking that even though I no longer want his dick, no one else can either. There is only one solution. I invite him over for drinks and such. He is super relaxed now.  I come behind him, and stick a needle in his neck. He quickly passes out. I remove his cock and balls quickly. I sew him up so he doesn’t bleed out.  I take his blood, bring it to my tattoo artist, and he uses it as ink.  See how romantic I really am? A part of him will be with me forever. 

 

Written By: Malaya Maxxx
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For His Own Good

          I am getting ready for a date when I hear a frantic knock at my door. It’s your wife and she is terribly upset with you. What the fuck has he done this time, I wonder?  This is now getting annoying and cutting into my play time. 

We chat while I finish my makeup and drink some wine. She tells me that all he does is talk about me. He just can’t seem to believe I would do such things to his cock, if he doesn’t behave.

I tell her to come over around 12 am, and that I will be home by then. I do wonder why he thinks the two of them are visiting at 12 am?  His ego is so inflated, he more than likely thinks we both want to fuck him. How fucking amusing he is.

I am annoyed, but I did promise.  Any excuse to take a man down to his knees.

They both arrive and it’s hard not to laugh at the things he is saying. He is strutting around like a prize stud. We both lead him to my bedroom. He gets even more excited seeing the plastic sheet on my bed. Silly man thinks it’s for the very messy sex we’ll have. 

He is naked now and restrained to my bed. His wife is so excited, she is fingering her pussy. Fucking him has never gotten her that wet before. I ask her if she wants to do it? She cums, smiles and then takes my knife from my hand.  Oh dear, what a mess she just made. 

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Written By: Brianna
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Extreme Pain Therapy

I just love being in control of your cock. It gives me total ownership of your weak pathetic manhood. Why do you look at me like that? You know how much that angers me, causing me to really torture you, but still you continue to annoy me. It’s okay, let me put my wicked mind to work on ways to make you my personal slave.

I know you secretly want to be in pain, sometimes pain is all your twisted fucked up mind thinks about especially when you are in my presence.

Maybe when your cock and scrotum has been inserted in my special vice, only then will you be satisfied. Yes, my little fuck boy, bow down to me! I am the only one who really understands your demented fantasies and you will submit to my extreme pain therapy. Tonight it is your time to be punished!

 

Written By: Destiny St. Claire
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For His Own Good

You’re very annoyed your wife has asked me to help her out. There’s s no other way to say this, but you’re a pig! She tells me you’re constantly in HR for sexual harassment, and she can’t even invite her friends over. 

I also see the way you looking at me, and I can’t have that. Please understand, I will take a lot of joy in your pain.

You ask me to show you my tits. You laugh and ask for a little fun before you’re no longer a man. 

              Once you’re nude and on my table, I am tempted. You have a very sexy set of big balls, and a big, thick cock. I can’t reward you though for being such a pig. You try and suck one of my nipples, while I am strapping you to the table. I’m tempted to just knock you the fuck out, but you do deserve the pain for your antics. 

      I put a gag on you to keep from hearing your screams. I have neighbors you know. I tell you I’m numbing the area, but actually I’m giving you a bit of a drug to make you super hard and horny. Yes, I take my work seriously. You’re still laughing and don’t believe I will really do it. You think it’s a crazy prank from your friends. Rest assured, they’re next!

 

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Written By: Brianna
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