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Santa’s Naughty Helper

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Oh you guys have been so naughty this weekend. I absolutely love it!!  I wish it was Christmas all year round. The wives go out and shop, and we get to play. It’s a wonderful time of year! hehe

I have been helping Santa out by keeping all you men sane this year. So go ahead, give her the checkbook and send her on her way. Then you can call me up to play.

I wanna suck your cock under the mistletoe,not kiss you. I want a candy cane shoved up my pussy, and then back in my mouth to taste myself. Can you think of other things we can do with a candy cane?!!

I want you to lay under my Christmas tree with a big bow on your big hard cock.Thats the only present i want. Your’ big stiff cock in my mouth, my pussy, my ass.

MMMMMMMMMMMMM   forget about the Christmas cookies. Your cock tastes better.

So, let Santa’s Naughty Helper destress your holiday.  Whatever you want for Christmas, I will be happy to give.

Call Santa’s Naughty Helper at  1-866-687-5486

Sit On Kinky Tiffany’s Lap

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So, when I was a kid, I was terrified of sitting on Santa’s lap for two reasons. One was rational, the other was completely irrational.

I irrationally believed that if I sat on Santa’s lap, all the red from his pants would rub off onto me and I’d be red forever. I’m not sure where that idea came from, but I was terrifed.

The more rational reason was because even at the age of six, I though it was really creepy that a strange old man wanted me to sit on his lap. There just seemed something so dirty and wrong about that, especially as Santa often hugged you for the pictures. And that my parents, all parents, condoned this, was weird to me.

Now, I would totally sit on a dirty old man’s lap to get presents. I would sit on any man’s lap to get presents!

But, this year, i am whoring myself out for Christmas. Any of you wishing to sit on Tiffany’s lap for Christmas, give me a call. I have tons of presents to give out! Just the kind you like too!

1-866-794-8175  Merry Christmas Boys!!

Fantasizing

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I can’t seem to get this vision off my mind. The thoughts leaves me with a smile or grin…

I’m in an office with a guy. Me leaning against the desk. Wearing just a black blazer, black bra and thong, black thigh highs and black heels. We kiss. One of my legs are bent and he is holding it. He rubs his crotch against my pelvic. He’s fully clothed. I manage to unbutton my blazer, revealing just a bra. He lifts me up and places me on the desk. I unbutton his slacks and start stroking him. He leans me back on the desk and pulls my thong to the side. With two fingers he wets it and starts rubbing my clit. I proceed to moan and want more. He slides the tips of his fingers down my soft lips and slides them inside my pussy. In an upward motion he rubs his fingers inside me, massaging my walls. My wetness is heard as he finger fucks me.

I take his hand out, bring it towards my mouth and he watches me sucking my own juices. He moans as he watches, stroking his cock. Moving closer he takes the head and teases my clit with it. Rubbing it up and down and then he stops above my pussy. I begin to moan and he slides it in slowly. Watching the head disappear inside me. Bringing my knees to my chest and my ass in the air, he grinds into me. Thrusting and tapping my insides. My breasts bounce with each thrust. He lips one leg and kisses it.

I am about to cum but he pulls out. Gestures me to stand up and bends me over the desk. Rubbing my ass and with a quick spank. My legs spread apart, he fucks me from behind. With every thrust my body quivers. I moan and cry out in pleasure. Just picturing myself in heels with his pants wrapped around his ankles, god that is fucking hot!

Damn I need to get fucked…

You may cum with my Permission

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 I imagine you naked and blindfolded tied down against the bed.

First, there are the cuffs, black and red for your
wrists and ankles,
the o-rings, silver, snapped in place
against the bed’s restraints.

There you are, naked and exposed,
your skin dim white in the light,
your cock rose pink as it strains into the air.

Imagine me and how I use you for my pleasure.

Imagine the feel of my tongue on your skin,
the flicker of teeth against the flesh,
the pressure of my taking you whole into my mouth,
you who cannot explode.

Imagine that I tease you to bursting,
tease you to the edge of fireworks and sun
tease you until your cock is so big, so red,
so swollen and tight
I have to ride it
until I come.

Imagine what you will feel
my grip so hard
so soft and wet
you have to beg

When I give you permission
when I say yes
when I come closer and take you
over an edge

your orgasm will erupt and make you shudder
make you shiver with the thrill of release
make you know you belong to me

and that I will drain you
again and again
the pleasure making you scream.

Bewitched

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When an icy wind blows you’ll find me

Under a moon so very bright

With my blonde hair flowing in the cold air

And black eyes that glitter in the night.

 

I beckon to you from the forest

You cannot resist my bewitching gaze

I place your hand upon my breast

You are lost in an enchanted haze.

 

My dark eyes bore into your soul

While I lead you to an autumn fire

I reveals my mysteries untold

As you succumb to your desires.

 

Your enchantress with skin of porcelain

I will weave my magic in your heart

Ruby lips utter words softly spoken

From my side you’ll never depart

I have bewitched you

So tell me, with me, all the dirty things you will do.

Dominant Handjob

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“Get your fucking pants down, now!”

Heart racing, you struggle with your belt. She doesn’t have a right to treat me like this, you think to yourself. You try to ignore the clammy grip of nervous sweat around your balls. I ’ve paid good money after all; she is really nothing more than a whore when you get right down to it.

The more you think about it, the braver you’re feeling. Mistress, my ass! Just who in the hell does she think she is to talk to me like that?

Ignoring your own better judgment, forgetting that your pants are now down around your knees and your dick is sticking straight up, you look up to say something, to somehow defend yourself against my scornful abuse.

“You timid, little piece-of-shit, loser. Who in the fuck do you think you are looking at?”

My voice is cruel and unforgiving as I look at you with cold, icy blue eyes—first straight into your face and then down to your naked, twitching cock. I smirk, and you know you are beaten, that I have you, that I know you for the warped and twisted degenerate that you are. Your bravado is gone, your words caught dry and useless in your throat.

Wiggling my slender hand into a latex glove, stretching and pulling the latex to fit snugly between my fingers, I continue, my voice a wicked snarl, “Don’t even think about smart-mouthing me, asshole. You’re the one who called me. You’re the one who was so damn curious about a “FemDom” handjob. You’re the butterfingers who evidently can’t jerk off your own dick. You’re the underachiever who evidently needs an instruction manual on how to fuck pussy correctly.” My voice is sharp and cold and you know now that there will be no kindness, no mercy. But your cock is throbbing as you watch me squirting lube into the palm of my gloved hand.

“Five.”

I spit the number out at you as my slithery fist grabs your prick and moves down the length of it. The shock, the suddenness of it, is so visceral that you almost shoot your load right then.

“Don’t you fucking dare, weasel boy. This dirty, nasty, useless prick of yours doesn’t cum until and when I say so. And that would be when we get to the number one. Got it?”

“Christ! Fuck! Shit! Yesssssssssss, Ma’am.”

You hear yourself, a whimpering, blubbering, mindless automaton. You are my toy: a helpless, filthy cock-toy to abuse and molest at my whim.

“Four.”

As my hand moves—once up and once down—you feel my grasp tighten ever so slightly. Oh, she is a gifted Goddess. You know that now and your urge to cum is almost overpowering. You can’t help yourself and begin to actually wail. “Please, Mistress. Please let me cum now. Oh, please.” You hear yourself and are ashamed, but cannot stop. “Please, Mistress. Let me cum now. Let me be your dirty filthy boy and cum now. Please, please, please, please.”

Abruptly I loosen my grip and—before you even understand what is happening—smacks your cock. Once. Twice. Three times. There is nothing, nobody but you and me, my hand and your dick. You actually swoon and feel yourself buckling when I grab your arm and pull you you back up.

“No you don’t,” I whisper sweetly, lips grazing your ear. The unexpected change in my manner has you spinning and powerless, totally focused on me. You struggle to speak, to tell me you adore me, to tell me you belong to me while your abandoned cock twitches and drips, pointing directly at me: your Mistress, your Queen.

“You came here for a FemDom handjob. Don’t you remember? Or did your brain melt and drain into your balls and leave you stupid? If you spew already, you’ll miss the show.”

I giggle as I move away from you to sit in a nearby chair. You are tempted to beg me to come back, to jerk your cock again, that you will be a “good boy.” But seeing the look on my face you think better of it and are silent.

“That’s more like it,” I say, pointing between your legs. You are helpless, exposed. “That dick is now my property, my personal gear shift. Got it?”

Afraid to look at me, you nod, staring straight ahead. “Yes Mistress.”

“I’m going to start again in a moment, but this time I’m going to start counting back from ten.” Unable to stop yourself, you moan in frustration.

“Make that fifteen.” You bite your tongue.

“You’re learning,” I almost—but not quite—purr as I stand up again and walk toward you.

“Now stand there with your pants down around your ankles like the gimp-loser dick-wad you are while I lube this glove up one more time.”

“And then we’ll try again.”

Silky, Wet, Buzzing Silicone

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I took a bath last night. I turned the taps on high, squeezed in some gardenia bubble bath, and a few drops of oil.

In the bathroom, I flipped on the heater and shed my clothes. The bath was getting full. I climbed in – HOT – and jumped back out again. Ran some cold. Climbed back in and slowly immersed myself. The extreme heat felt wonderful on my sore muscles. I felt myself slowly relaxing.  My waterproof vibrator is always eager and ready to join me in the tub.

I teased my clit with too much vibration, then not enough, then too much again. I was getting close to orgasm, the vibrator slipping around easily in slickness beyond that of water and soap, my hips lifting out of the water.  I pushed my dildo hard inside me, then pulled it out and pressed it against my desperately throbbing clit. I came with a convulsion that thrust my legs into the air, almost bending me double.  I relaxed back into the tub. I turned off the vibration in the dildo, but held it in my hands, admiring its sculpted curves. It bends one way and then the other, in a subtle S, with pillowy ridges at aesthetically pleasing intervals. I stroked it idly, exploring its textures. My water was still hot. I slipped back into fantasy.
 I pressed the dildo back into my pussy, so the larger curve in the S was up. That felt good. Had I been using it upside down? I slid it in and out, trying to fit it all the way up.  I twisted the dildo to try it the other way up, smaller, more acute curve facing up. Also good. A little deeper. I turned the dildo back the first way with difficulty, my pussy tightening.

I started fucking myself fast and hard, hitting my cervix with every thrust.  My cunt clenched and shuddered as I came a second time. I let my silky red toy float as I drained the water. I felt pleasantly tired, as I ran the shower and rinsed the soap out of my hair. I dried off and put on my robe. Carrying the vibrator in one hand and my towel in the other, I went into my bedroom, changed, and layed under the covers. I drifted off immediately

 

Wiping Away Stresses Together

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The warmth of his flat palm smoothing over my thighs and belly. The tips of his fingers grazing against my smooth labia. His thumb pressing gently against my perineum threateningly close to my ass. A well placed tender kiss on the underside of my breast. Or, maybe it was his gaze on my spread pussy.  I am not sure which act or touch let my mind stop, but gradually all of the day’s worries began to slip away.

 

Patiently, he took his time touching me here and there. Tenderly, he watched me relax, watch my hips slowly begin to roll against his touch. I lost count of how many fingers he pushed into me. I floated under the tingling, stretching pressure of his fingers pulling me open. My finger swirled against my clit. It took longer than usual, but slowly my orgasm approached. My gut tightened. My thighs threatened to close. His whispers of encouragement forced my orgasm to the surface, “Yes, that’s it. Good girl. Squeeze my fingers with your beautiful cunt.”

 

My orgasm completely wiped away all of my stresses. It was an overwhelming relief. When his cock slid into me finally, I felt like the embodiment of sex and love. His black and white silhouette lingered above me in the blue midnight light. With our bodies in rhythm with one another, we seemed to be in limbo—somewhere where our breathing is the only song heard for miles. This is the place that our senses take over. I feel /see/hear everything from every millimeter of his cock sliding excruciatingly slowly in and out to the softening lines around his eyes to the sound of his steady heartbeat.

 

We maintain this rhythm, this limbo. Time disappears. I feel the faint pulsing of his cock before I see it in his face. The sensation is enough to milk another orgasm from my pussy.  As we begin to climax together, our eyes lock on each other as our hips maintain this snail’s pace. Slowly our bodies roll against each other as the beauty of this moment causes my tears to mysteriously flow.  We seem to stay in this climax for much longer than usual until we are breathless and unable to move.
 

When our bodies finally part, we curl against each other. I fall asleep to the sound of his heart beating in my ear and the feeling of his warm cum dripping from my cunt. I fall asleep the most well-loved woman in the universe in that moment.

Oh, Dirty Girl!!

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It may have been the six shots, it may have been the fact that my boss had been really hard on me that week or it may have been the fact that Dillon made me so horny that I went into the bar’s bathroom to touch myself between rounds, but that night I ended up with my pants off, lying on the side of a deep ditch behind the bar getting licked out and fucked by my sexy co-worker.

It was a good night!
That night at work had been a real hard one, the bar was slammed and it was all I could do to keep from falling over. By the time I got finished cleaning, restocking and locking down the bar it was midnight,and I was definitely ready for a drink…or five.
I scoot into the first bar and meet my friends, talk shit and down two drinks and a shot, we move on to the next bar, but only a few of us. Dillon, Barrett, and Cindy all come along with me to our favorite shabby little bar and sit down for another couple of shots and drinks.

I’m one of those girls who if you dare her, she has to do it because she can’t handle being called a chicken shit!

Dillon is looking through my photos on my phone and says “You should go into the bathroom, rub one out and take a picture and come back here and show me.”

“Dare me.” I said

“I dare you.” he says as smooth as caramel.

I grab the phone from him and click my little heels to the bathroom where I drop my pants and my panties, sit on the back of the toilet, rub my soaking little slit until Im just about to cum and snap a quick photo as I’d been dared.

When I pop my little booty back onto my bar stool I hand him the cell phone, a cat’s grin on my face.

His only response is a moan and a smile that could turn an angel into a devil; it was at that moment that I knew I needed him to take me and take me dirty.

After the bar had last call, we all softly staggered out to the parking lot where we all milled until I got into my car…and Dillon got in with me. He plopped himself into the passenger seat and says,“So, where are we going?”  I smile and respond, “Wherever you want to go.”

So he tells me to park around the back of the bar, next to the big tree-filled ditch and I do, knowing whats going to happen next.

In a moment, his lips are on mine, greedy and needy and hurting me and I love it. We kiss until I can feel the slippery wetness trickling out of me and soaking my panties. His hands are feverish on my breasts, pulling on the bra’s edge and digging into my soft flesh.

My heart skips when I hear his zipper open and instantly I have his cock in my mouth, invading and hot. I suck and swallow around the thick shaft until I choke and his moans are amazing. I can feel where my throat will be sore in the morning but I don’t care and instead, just take him deeper.

In my opinion, a blow job isn’t worth anything until you choke.

It isnt long before he’s coming around the back of the car, pulling me from my seat and guiding me down toward the trees.

I slip a little on the side of the little hill, and am caught by surprise when he pulls me under him, his hands quick and needy on my zipper, his hands hot as they touch my skin and his hands strong when they pull my pants along with my panties all the way off and throws them into the trees. One high heel falls down into the bottom of the woodsy ditch while one remains on.

His mouth is on my wet little cunt and he licks and sucks with such fervor that I can hardly contain my moaning and whimpering. Halfway through his fun he stops, looks up at me and says,” your pussy tastes so good.”

I moan out and give him a dirty little satisfied smile and whimper even more as his mouth once again attacks my little, dripping kitten.

I slip a little as he slides on a condom and have to put my foot against a nearby tree to keep from falling all the way down. Leaves and rocks scratch my tender flesh all over my body as he lowers his weight over me and slides his cock all the way into my slick, needy pussy.

I moan so loud I cover my own mouth as he’s fucking me, in the dirt, on the side of a ditch behind a bar at 3 am. I kept thinking to myself  “Oh fuck, this is the hottest night ever.”

He talks to me as he fucks me too,

“Oh lord, yeah that pussy is amazing. You’re so wet. You’re so wet.”

He pulls out quickly and helps me onto my hands and knees, facing upwards on the hill. He fucks my pussy harder now, his hips smacking against my ass and making that tell-tale sound. I begin to laugh as I see people in the parking lot, just twenty feet away; they have no idea whats going on, the trees and bushes keep us hidden from prying eyes and Dillon just keeps on fucking me.

As I feel I can take it no longer, he rubs my asshole with his finger and without my even realizing it, he pulls his dripping wet cock out of my pussy and pops it into my ass. I cry out in surprise/pleasure/pain and push up against his cock to take him deeper.

I came there in the dirt, in the ditch behind the bar at 3 am with Dillon’s cock in my ass and I cried out as I felt his cum shooting out of him, his cries mingling with mine. I remained there on my hands and knees for a few moments as I collected my tipsy mind.

I smiled and laughed and looked over to Dillon as he too smiled back and pulled off the sticky condom.

“Hey Dillon, can you please go find my panties?”

He just laughed and nodded, and disappeared into the trees.

                                                                                                                                                                                                            Later The next day, when I went home after sleeping off my drunken stupor at a best friend’s house, I noticed bruises and fingernail scrapes all over my body. I just smiled and laughed to myself as I remembered what a “dirty girl” I was last night!  Such are the battle scars of a lovely, slutty lifestyle  🙂

Wanna join me in making a new and better story to tell? Anytime boys!! I am always horny! Give me a call.

TIFFANY 

1-866-794-8175           

LETS PLAY!

Limits

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He’s pushing my limits, testing me. He likes many of the same things I do — being watched, pleasure mixed with pain, messy, wet encounters in the backseat of the car.

He takes these ideas one step further.

“Would you let someone watch us, in the same room?”

“Someone like who, exactly? It’s not like your wife is up for a viewing.”

“What if I could find someone? What if I already have?”

I admit my intrigue.

“For example…?”

“Well,” he says, “Maybe I already know of some guys in this area who work from home and would be willing to let us use his bed for the price of watching.”

I’m quiet for a minute. Still under his gaze.

“I don’t know.”

“Yes you do.” He leans forward, brushing his lips in my ear. “You want him to watch you get fucked like a dirty cum slut. You want him to want you, just as much as I want you. But he can’t have you, can he? Because for that time, you’ll be mine.”

 Want me to be your’ dirty cum slut? Call me baby, but make sure your’ friends are watching, THAT will make me cum so hard, I am sooo wet just thinking about it!