Dumb Little Butthole Slut

Mama Felicity 1844-332-2639 Ext 270

Once upon a time, Nicki was a cool boy. Popular with the ladies because of his charming smile and giant dick, but then he met Mama Felicity and made a stupid wish. “I want to be a humiliated, diapered, bimbo buttslut.” And like the phone sex genie I am...

I made all of Nicki’s wishes come true. Now, the blonde bimbo not only has a prescription for diapers (wearing 24/7 will ruin any control you think you have) but she pays her rent by slutting out her butthole for real men while she’s caged and denied any pleasure.

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Molly 1-844-332-2639 ext 449 

The heavy curtains of my bedroom balcony were drawn back just an inch, leaving a narrow vertical sliver of glass exposed to the cool night air. The amber lamplights cast a soft orange glow over the scene, and there he was.

The gardener was working late, clearing the tangled vines near the stone fountain. He had discarded his shirt hours ago, his shoulders and back glistening under the soft light. Every movement was deliberate, a hypnotic display of fluid strength as he moved through the shadows.

I stood in the darkness of my room, completely hidden, watching his every move. My breath hitched as he stopped, tilting his head back to wipe sweat from his forehead. The amber light caught the sharp angle of his jaw and the damp hair clinging to his neck. I knew I should look away, but the view held me captive.

Suddenly, he paused. He didn’t return to his work. Instead, his gaze shifted slowly across the courtyard, moving up the stone facade of the house until it landed directly on my window. My heart hammered in my chest. I froze, blending into the dark fabric of the curtains, certain the shadows protected…

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Amber 1-844-332-2639 ext 404

Marcus was a man whose net worth was etched into the nervous, hungry way he adjusted his cufflinks. He was waiting for me to validate him. He was waiting for me to tell him he was the powerful provider he desperately wanted to be.

Instead, I took a slow sip of my drink, while keeping my eyes locked on his. “You know, Marcus,” I said, “it’s pathetic how hard you’re trying. You think buying me this vintage bottle makes you a player, but it doesn’t. You’re just another beta, sweating under the lights, hoping a girl like me will finally give you a sense of purpose.”

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Anna 1-844-332-2639 EXT 203

Mommy Anna loved painting her nails red. She had all different shades, and some had glitter or shimmer.
But they were all blue-reds. Not corals, not burgundys, not maroons. Nice Firetruck reds. The type of red that would catch any naughty boy’s eye.

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Julie 1-844-332-2639 Ext 453

After lunch it was time for our wine tasting excursion. We all piled into the limo with the driver and the tour guide. They drove us out to the wine country where rolling hills of grape vines stretched as far as the eyes could see. The wineries were each more beautiful than the last. Some were very sleek, modern, and massive. While others were very old world, tuscan, and charming. I lost count of how many we stopped at. But at the last one we actually got to stomp grapes. They had men there to help us get into the barrels and hold our hands while we stomped. Being at the end of our wine tour, they realized we had already done plenty of tasting. So they held on tight as we climbed in, two girls per barrel. I didn’t expect for the grapes to feel so good popping between my toes and releasing all of their juices all over my feet. The more I stomped, the wetter I got. And I’m not talking about my feet. I was getting so turned on.

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Cory 1-844-332-2639 ext 407

The forest floor trembled beneath my heavy steps as my gaze finally settled on the minuscule figure scurrying frantically between the moss-covered rocks. His frantic movements and high-pitched, unintelligible squeaks were a delightful contrast to my own immense size. I knelt down with a playful smirk, blocking his path with a single finger that was thicker than his entire body, and watched with immense amusement as he tumbled backward in a fit of panicked confusion.

I brought him up toward my face, pinching him gently between my thumb and forefinger so I could admire the way he kicked and struggled against my hold. He was such a frantic little thing! His eyes widened in utter disbelief as he realized exactly what kind of plaything he had become for the afternoon.

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Sawyer 1844-332-2639 Ext 455

The other day I found myself in… lets just say a sticky situation. My mother remarried when I was young and I never liked the idea of having a step brother. As I got older I found myself liking him probably a little more than I should have. I always kept this a secret though, mom would wring my neck if she found out I had a crush on my step brother!

I probably flirted a little more than I should have because this day I definitely got what was coming to me. It started out like any other day, just a little glance here and there. Our parents said they would be out late and it was that moment I decided tonight was the night I was going to suck off my

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Melanie 1-844-33-CANDY ext 463

My rod was craving a sissy pussy to fuck, and I was ready to turn Bob into Barbara. Bob called me at his usual time and told me he was ready to get sissified. I told him to come over in the morning, and we could create a beautiful Barabara, and some pounding would be included.

The morning came and Bob arrived on time, eager to turn into Barbara. Summer was upon us, so I found it fitting to dress Bob up in a beautiful yellow sundress, covering a matching light pink bra and panty set. I put sandals on her so she could walk around casually. She wanted to be covered with natural makeup, and a curly blonde wig. She was beautiful, and Barbara was born.

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Little Rachel 1*844*332*2639 Ext 457

During the summer months when I have some extra time, I like to pick up babysitting and house sitting jobs to make a little extra cash. So when I saw an ad for a babysitter in the neighborhood app, I responded. It sounded like easy money to me. Luckily it was an older boy. They didn’t care if I took him to run errands with me or whatever I wanted to do for the day. Just as long as he was being watched and wasn’t alone. So it was perfect. I did have errands to run. And I needed to go by the mall for some shoes to go with the vintage dress that I’m wearing to my friend’s bohemian themed wedding. 

So we set off on our journey. Jeremy was really shy and quiet. I tried to chit chat with him. But he didn’t say much. We spent the morning running errands then it was finally time to hit the mall. But I was starving so I knew he had to be too. So we headed towards the food court.

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Stella 1-844-332-2639 ext 322

I checked my reflection in the darkened window of a parked car. My lipstick was a precise, bruised plum. To the casual observer, I was just a woman out for a crisp, midnight walk. But, to the ones I was hunting, I was a gravitational pull they had no intention of resisting.

Most men looked at me with a mix of hunger and entitlement. Those I ignored. I was looking for cues like the tremor in a hand, the way a shoulder dropped when I made prolonged eye contact, and the subtle, pathetic eagerness hidden behind a mask of indifference.

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