An old professor of mine called and asked me to go to a conference with him last night. He needed a “girlfriend” for the night. And really who better to ask than me. I mean I am sexy, young, smart as hell, and a sub. The perfect arm candy really. Although I’m sure his wife would have been upset with this arrangement. Not that it really matters to me I love married men. The conference was boring but he had his fingers in my pussy the whole time, neither of us much cared if anyone could see. Best part of the night was when he pulled me into the men’s room, his cock was straining against his trousers. He says Maggie be a good little girl and get on those knees, suck my cock into that pretty mouth of yours. I did just that sucked that big cock while other men walked in and out of that bathroom. I was so fucking hot even hotter when he shot that thick creamy load down my throat!
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My First Mister
Being a total cutie pie ain’t easy. The attention I have been getting my whole life from men
is absolutely wild. I sometimes softly pleasure myself thinking about all those times when I was
super young that older men took interest in me. I especially love reflecting back on my sweet next door
neighbor Mr. Fred who taught me all about my little pleasure button. See, he would watch me and my little
sisters when we got home from school- just for a few hours before mom and dad came home. He loved all three of us
girls so much but he was always so kind and expressive about his fondness for my tight pretty body
and developing breasts. One day while my sisters were asleep on the sofa, he picked me up out of the chair
I had fallen asleep in and carried me up to he and Mrs. Betty’s bedroom. Laying me down and confessing
his appreciation for my body and heart. He made love to me like I was his own daughter. Thankfully
he taught me everything I know now, so you have Mr. Fred to thank for my ability to make you feel so good.
Did you want to show me what else my little pleasure button can do?
A Store Of Sluts
Sluts “R” Us. Imagine if there was a store like this. Where you can go in and pick up a slut or two? Have our own little theme song for the commercials. Giggles, something like. “I can’t wait to grow big, cause when I do I can become a Sluts “R” Us shopper too.” Lol I like that. What do you think? Go into a store and sort thru all sorts of sluts. Get a red head. Maybe a blonde. Big titties. Little titties. Big asses. Little asses. Get a combination of a couple sluts and have a buffet. Dine on sluts for hours. Then when your bored go exchange them for different sluts. Slut make the world a happier place to live in.
Pussy Tastes So Damn Good
I love dick! Long dicks, thick dicks, short and stubby dicks, crooked dicks, I love them all. But sometimes I want pussy. Right now I want to put my face between a beautiful woman’s thighs. I have a co-worker named Tasha. She’s thick and curvy just the way I like my black women. When she walks by my desk, her perfume drives me wild. I’ve wanted her for months but I didn’t have the courage to make the first move. But today I’m going to get that pussy. She got up from her desk and walked towards the restroom, and I followed. She was in the mirror putting on lipstick. I gripped her arm and pulled her into the handicap stall. I pushed her against the wall and dropped to my knees. I was in such a hurry that I didn’t pull her panties off, I just pushed them to the side to lick her sweet pussy. She never fought me off and the way she ground her wet pussy against my face let me know she wanted it just as bad as me. I licked and sucked on her clit until she squirted into my mouth. We walked back into the office like nothing even happened.
Married Men
Married men come and spend their money on me. Because I give them what those married men want. I control them. Their wives want them to be men. But those men know that they can not really be men. Cause they are sissy boys. In need of control. In need of a real woman to show them the ways of being a good boy. Wives want you to take control and responsibility. Be the Man of the house. They do not know you like I do. They do not realize you need to be under thumb. That is where you are the happiest. When you are in your place. Under foot. Being controlled. You can not be a man. You know it and so do I.