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After a couple of nights of fucking my companion’s ass, I was super horny. All the sexual energy was solely focused on his asshole. My pussy was being neglected. After day three, I was bored with my fingers. While I was masturbating with my vibrator, I thought about my brother. We lived together as teens, and I forced him to fuck me one night.  His Dad caught us. He was super jealous, and my brother got kicked out of the apartment. 

I looked him up online and found a phone number for him. I sent a text asking if he was free during the day and if he wanted to see me. He responded right away and sent me his address. We made plans for me to go over to his place the next day.  He asked if I was still as slutty as I was in my teens. I sent him some naked pics of me. 

When I arrived at his place, my step brother didn’t waste a second. He grabbed my hair, kissed me hard on the mouth. I undid his pants. I wanted him. He bent me over the sofa, and he fucked me…hard…deep. OMG! Is this what they mean by brotherly love?  

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It is morning, and we are finally out of bed. We are naughty neighbors, friends with benefits, and we have been hooking up this summer. You spent the night last night. This is the first time you have seen me without makeup, but you love that “just of bed” look on me.  Making you a bagel and coffee for breakfast after a night of sizzling hot sex. I threw on a pair of sweats and top. You join me in the kitchen after your shower. You are wearing your jeans and nothing else, bare feet and bare chest. Wow, I think you are ready to play again. I see that bulge in jeans. You come up behind me, and pull me into you. My ass pressed against your cock. You slip down my sweat pants and push my top up. You kiss the side of my neck. Yes, fuck me! You bend me over my kitchen counter and give me a sexy “good morning” fuck.

Slow and full of passion, or a hot quickie, you always know how to make me cum!

You are the hot new guy in town. All the ladies are talking about you and flirting with you. You are a sexy bad boy, strong, muscular, mysterious, a man of few words. Rumor has it that you have a great cock and are single. 

I spot you at the post office. You are filling out your forwarding address paperwork. Everyone is staring. You are captivating and charming, but rugged and manly. I mail my package and hang back watching and waiting for you. You finish your business at the counter. As you walk past me, you nod and put your sunglasses on. I follow behind you and watch you hop on your motorcycle. Damn, you are hot! 

Lucky for me, you turn right out of the parking lot which is the same direction that I need to travel. Maybe I can follow you. I am an only a couple of cars behind you at the first red light. My pussy is throbbing from the excitement. I have never stalked a guy before now. I almost lose you at the next light, but I hurry through the yellow light.

There is quite a bit of traffic as we get closer to the mall, but I manage to keep you in my sight. You drive past my building, but I decide to keep following you. I tell myself just five more minutes. You turn right, so I turn right. I follow you into my favorite fish market. I sit in my car for few minutes and touch up my makeup. I walk inside and realize that you are there for an interview. You are talking with the owner behind the counter. The owner is the only one there today. He greets me with a friendly smile and tells me all about the special of the day. I point to you. I tell the owner that I want you. Did I just make you blush?  The owner realizes that you would be great for business. Every lady in town will make extra trips to his fish market just to get a glimpse of you. The owner sees the excitement in my eyes and hires you on a trial basis. You can start right away. I can be your first customer.  He goes into the back of the shop. 

You smile at me. You ask if you just saw me at the post office. I admit that I followed you here, but I live close and stop here a couple of times a week. I am so turned on. I want to run my hands all over your chest. You are hot, and I want you. In my fantasy, we fuck right here and now. I suck your cock as you look down at me with your smoldering bedroom eyes. You bend me over the counter and fuck me. Well, a fish market is a horrible place for sex, and you just got hired. The reality would not quite be as sexy as my fantasy.

When you ask me what I would like, I order Gulf shrimp and invite you to my place for dinner tonight. I give you a kiss and tell you that I can’t wait to get you naked.

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Humiliation is the name of the game for you. The more humiliated you are, the more excited you become. Being put on display in very embarrassing situations is thrilling for you, and entertaining for me. 

You work for me in the red light district. There are clubs for every erotic desire lined up on both sides of the street. I own one of the best clubs, and you are my star. Every night, you perform up on a stage in front of a large audience.  Before the show, you and I stand on the street, wearing only our lingerie to lure people into my club. Yes, you wear whatever slutty little outfit that I select for you: corsets, bustiers, bras, thongs, stockings, pantyhose, chemises, bodysuits. You have to stand on the street enticing the crowd to purchase a ticket for the show. You must stand there and endure all the name calling, whistling, and illicit touching until every seat is full, then the real show can start. 

Every night there is something different. Always new tantalizing treats for my voyeurs to enjoy. Sometimes on stage, you are dressed like a slutty little whore, and sometimes you are completely naked. I instruct you to perform for the crowd. One night you might put on a masturbation show. Occasionally, I use my strap-on and fuck you which is a real crowd pleaser. You service the ladies on Ladies Night. When I want to push the envelope, there are water sports for you. Every Friday night, you become a cock loving, cum drinking whore. I bring men up from the audience. Either one at a time or a group of men with very large cocks. They can use your mouth and then your ass to put on a fucking fantastic sex show. 

It is humiliating to be used in this manner, but you, my naughty exhibitionist, love it! 

Mistress Brynna

You are responsible for babysitting little Lucie. She is playful and sweet, but mischievous and naughty. You have some work to do on your computer. She is distracting you. Lucie is dancing around the room instead of taking her afternoon nap.You try to be stern, but you have to admit that you are enjoying watching her because she is just so cute.

Oh No! You just got a glimpse of her bottom when her little play dress moved when she was jumping. You didn’t see any panties. You ask her if she is wearing panties. Little Lucie lies to stay out of trouble. Yes, I am wearing my panties. She stops dancing and sits down. You insist that she lifts up her dress.

Finally, she obeys you, and you see NO panties. She giggles! She tells you that all of her panties are lost, but that is ok because she doesn’t like wearing panties. You are wise enough to catch her in a lie. She must have a drawer full of cute panties in her room. She is a naughty little girl. You threaten to tell her Mom.  She promises to do anything for you if you don’t tell her Mom that you caught Lucie lying and not wearing any panties. Oh, the fun that you are going to have with little Lucie.

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You are such a pervert.

You want something very young and sweet for a nasty fantasy, an innocent spoiled little princess that needs a good hard pounding. Maybe it is the boss’s daughter. You can’t do it on your own. I create a fantasy for us to delve into. I tell you a story of how you satisfy your taboo fantasy. I bring the girl to you. 

Her sex education starts by her watching porn on the big screen tv in your living room. Older men with young girls. Rough choking blowjobs, slapping her face, pulling her hair, bukkake videos, rough anal, and violent gang bangs. You get excited by the amount of control you have over our own little sex doll. Tears fill her little blue eyes. She is horrified and terrified as to what will come next, but I suspect that her satiny panties are at least a little wet. 

Now, let’s put her education to good use.  We force her to join us in the nastiest of nasty rough sex threesomes where you ultimately pour your cum into her tight little twat. We turn that babydoll into a used up cum whore.

Hey, Pantyboy!

Now that I have your attention, I want to tease and humiliate you about your panty fetish. You stole a pair of panties when you were young, maybe mom’s or sister’s panties. You sniffed. You were instantly hooked. The panties were soft, and you put them on. Soon you tried on her other pieces of lingerie. Now you are happiest and feel sexy as a girl. 

You wonder if that lady at Victoria Secrets knew those little pink panties were for you. You are a true sissy. You crave the “girl experience.” You have a hidden collection of lingerie. You need your nails and hair done. I have the perfect shade of pink lipstick for summer. You desire to be a girl, hot and promiscuous. A call with me is a great way to be a sissy and be slutty.

It is a beautiful afternoon, and we are on the way to the beach. I want to make a stop and do a little shopping before we hit the beach. You absolutely hate it when I make you go shopping with me.

Well, the 4th of July weekend is the best time to get a new bikini. All the little swim shops at the beach start to mark down their swimwear. The selection is still great, and the bikinis are affordable. You want to go straight to the beach, but if I let you pick out a new bikini for me, can we stop and shop first?

That is too tempting for you to resist. You pick out this TINY red bikini, and I try it on. The bottom is tiny but a perfect fit, but the top is meant for a girl with no boobs. It looks ridiculous on me. The top barely covers my tits. I pull you into the dressing room assuming that you will laugh and go pick out something more reasonable. You smile and grab me. You get hard and start kissing all over me and touching my tits, making those nipples hard. You rub the small of my naked back and nibble on my ear. You know that I can’t resist you when you do that to me. The bikini bottom gets pushed to the side, and your pants come down just enough. You fuck me in the dressing room behind this little curtain. You make me scream when I cum. Everyone in the shop heard me cum!

Well, I buy the bikini, but I think I will save it for the bedroom instead of the beach!

You are my first. Well, not exactly my first, but my first older man.  You take a chance on me and give me my first job. You are the owner of a juice shop close to my house. The customers find me very cute. You have noticed a lot of boys coming in to flirt with me.

When I applied for the job, it was an unseasonably chilly day. I was wearing a jacket when I filled out the application. Since I have a pretty face, you hire me. On my first day, you notice my obvious big tits in a very tight top.

As I gain confidence, I become flirty with you. I start seducing you. One night right before closing, I pull down my top and show you my tits. You love my big full tits! You kiss them all over. You invite me back to your place. We lock up the store, and you take me to your bed. You are sweet but so sexy! You give me a romantic and a rough fuck at the same time. So hot! So much better than any boy at school. Love that you are an older man wanting me, and want to make me feel so good!

It is Sunday morning.  You are a sleepyhead today because you were up until dawn playing video games. I let you sleep in, but at noon, I wake you. You are still sleepy. I try everything that I can think to get you out of bed. I suggest that we have a picnic, but you complain that it is too hot. Get up right now, and you can have a backyard pool party today. You complain that all your friends are busy today. I try to lure you out of bed with your favorite chocolate chip pancakes. You are more sleepy than hungry. You get nasty and yell at me to leave you alone.

Where is my sweet boy? You are Mr. Cranky Pants this morning.

I open up the curtains, and the sunlight pours into our room. You say that I look like an angel standing there. Well, maybe not an angel exactly because, with that light behind me, you notice I am not wearing any panties. You begin to smile. You put your hand on your stiff package. I see your hand moving under your blanket. Mommy Morgan to the rescue. I take care of you in every loving way that a man needs to get his day started. Everyone needs a helping hand, some kind words of encouragement, and a reminder that you are special and loved. 

Love you,

Mommy Morgan