Hello, stranger. What's your name? My name is Sammy. Please forgive my
shyness... see, I barely know you, and I know why you're here. You're here
for my body. You'll get my mind, too, of course - that's part of the
package. We'll talk about movies, games, world history, paintings, your
day at work and that one time you got so drunk...

...and you'll slide my legs apart, oh so slowly, while I sit on your lap
chatting away; but not slowly enough because I notice. You're so much
bigger and stronger than me, so it takes me a moment to choke out the
question on my tongue: "What are you doing, daddy"? Your response doesn't
really matter. We both know this. I'm a small, soft, ripe thing with no
means of escape. Your fingers are thick and long inside me, and I make
sounds of jumbled want and fear. The latter will disappear as soon as the
pain does - then I'll thank my daddy for his kindness by taking his cock
in my mouth. I'd do anything for my daddy....

....but perhaps your poison is a bit more exotic. A set of cat ears might be
in order. You can set out a throw pillow for my naps, where I will curl up
with my pussy exposed to the cold. Water will drip down my chin and neck
as I drink from my water bowl. Will you watch me lick my own breasts
clean, or will you come over and help me? There are many other hard to
reach places, and you could do whatever you like to me then. I can mewl
and scratch, but I can't scream for help. Or you could be a gentle, doting
master who I trust and love, one for whom I'd purr when he tugs my
nipples... one whose face always smiles beneath my tongue....

Now that we're so close, we can kick it old school. Put your mouth on me.
All over me. I want your tongue slinking in my mouth, flicking at my
breasts, between my toes, in my ears, flat against my cunt, back in my
mouth again. I want to know what the both of us taste like all swirled
together. Let me suck you off after you fuck me so all the cream is in my
mouth. Sort of like a swirly cone, wouldn't you say? But not so fast. That
one part, where you fuck me: it won't stop until I get off. You had better
last long. I don't care about slow or fast, but for fuck's sake make it
rough. Leave my pussy lips red and burning. Surely that's no problem for a
big strong daddy like you.

What's that? First I'm shy and vying to be your little girl, then I'm
telling you how to fuck properly? It seems I've gotten over my shyness by
this point in our little talk. The question is whether or not I was ever
that sheepish little girl to begin with. The question is whether or not
you were ever in control, if you ever will be. No matter how much I
whimper or spread my luscious ass for you, the fact is you came to me. You
will always come to me. I told you: I know why you're here.

You came here for direction. Instruction. Discipline. Humiliation of the
worst kind. I'd be very happy to give that to someone as deserving as you.
My brand of punishment is best served with my bare hands. Nothing can
bring us closer than a hard slap, a sharp bite, or your face against the
floor as I pin you there. If you want to get up you'll have to beg. I love
it when you beg. If you're really good, I might deign to use my toys on
you. Butt plugs, restraints, paddles....

Oh! And my favorite: my strap-on. There are few things on this earth that
I enjoy more than taking a man in the ass, whether he wants it or not. But
especially when he says no, when he fights it. I don't just want to spank
you and call you dirty names. I want to conquer you. I want to own you.
I'll know that I do once I can hear your strangled pleas for mercy over
the sound of my moaning. Afterward, I'll sell you my soaked panties as a
memento from your master.

Look at how far we've come! I was so silly for being shy. I'm very happy
that you want to play with me. Call me any time you want so we can have
some fun. You can bet I'll be touching myself the whole time, just from
the sound of your voice. If you get curious, ask me about it, and I'll
spill as many details as you want. I'll even let you guide my hands. Think
of it as a simulation game. Just make sure you know my schedule first; I
wouldn't want to miss your call. Shoot an email to
sammysweekly@yourdesires.com to keep abreast of it. You can also send me a
message about how bad that pun was using my personal email:
sammy@yourdesires.com. I'm SammySoSultry on both AOL and Yahoo! if you
ever wanna chat.

My Thoughts...

Well boys, it's been one hell of a RIDE, but the time has come for Sammy
to GET OFF. ;) April 1st will be my last day here at Your Desires because
I (and my luscious girlfriend Mia) will be moving to Portland soon. I got
a full scholarship to go study illustration - just imagine all the uses I
can get out of Mia for modeling! Maybe for my first portfolio piece, I'll
draw her naked, reclining on a chair made of sissy boys on all fours,
totally drenched in the cum of our Daddies. Call me some time before we
go, and we can work out the best ways to make Mia pose her little cunt for
me together. ;)

HUGS & KISSES & BITES Boys!! <3

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Happy New Year, boys and gyrls!! I hope you all had a very horny xxxmas
(or whichever holiday you choose to dip it into)! ;] Mine was spent under
the beautiful Miami sun. It's amazing how many exciting places to FUCK
there are in that city! My personal favorites: down by the beach with a
huge, thick load sliding down between my sandy cheeks, and on the docks by
Bayside where all the crowds are too drunk and horny to say anything!! ;D
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Last week I had my first 2-girl call with Jordan. She's relatively new, so
I had no idea how good our chemistry would be. All I knew is that she
looked delicious from the dark brown hair on her head right down to her
tasty little toes. With the looks she'd been giving me from very the
beginning, it was clear our minds were on exxxactly the same thing! Little
did I know then that Jordan + Sammy = DYNAMITE!! I doubt either of us had
ever drunk that much cum or taken so brutal a pounding from another woman!
I know *exactly* what to think of Ms. Jordan now: I think I want to fuck
her again.
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I've been back from New York City for about a week, and my head is still
spinning! It was so hard not to crane my neck up every few steps to take
in all the amazing views up above. I started to imagine climbing up to the
roof of one of the buildings in Times Square, stripping down to nothing,
and having a good ol' fashioned fuck right there in the air. Our screams
and moans drifting amongst the clouds, drowned out by the empty sky and
the sinking roars of the city!
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I really love receiving calls from my daddy! He always knows exactly the
right way to tickle me, and how much I love to bounce on his knee! Daddy
loves me so much in fact, that he sometimes shows me all the ways to feel
good down there (beneath my pretty pink panties). Whenever he does, I
thank daddy by sucking on his cock head like a big ol' lolly pop! If I'm
lucky I get to taste daddy's cum. So salty and yummy! :D
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This realization hit me today like a sharp spank to the ass: I just can't
get enough of 2-girl calls!! I loved it when Bryanne showed off one of her
most loyal pets to me. Before the call was through we had him barking like
a dog! And Autumn... sweet, innocent little Autumn... at least, that's
what she became when placed in my hands. ;) If I could only say one word
about my time with Libby it would be this: xxxLUSCIOUSxxx. Speaking of
"luscious," I still owe Lainey for how thoroughly she had her way with me
on Saturday (the things you do will come back to you xxx times)! Who will
be next? Mary? Angie? Christie? Erin? Mia? Diana? Asia? Don't keep me
guessing, boys - I don't know if my panties can take it!
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My oh my! It's been over a month since I joined the succulent women of
Your Desires. I was so shy when I first started, but now I come into work
soaked just from the thought of hearing your voices! Since joining I've
had my pussy pounded, my feet tickled, my ass worshiped, and My every
order obeyed. I love all my fellas, and I look forward to exploring your
fantasies for a long time to cum. ;)

My Fantasies...

MY GYRL PART 1

Today is the day you become my gyrl. We've been preparing for this day for
so long that it scarcely feels real. Wrapping your arms around your bare
chest is like embracing a stranger's baby: a foreign creature made of
smooth skin and tenderness. You hold yourself, eyes downcast demurely,
while my slick, lotion coated hands travel over your back for what seems
to be the thousandth time. Your own soft, hairless face is alien to you,
yet my hands' tender application of moisturizer to every crevice of your
body is as familiar as the sunrise, and twice as welcome.

I pull your freshly manicured hands toward me, drawing you out from
yourself, and your eyelids flutter rapidly, your breathing flustered. "Be
calm," I tell you in a tone of honey silk, "You grow more beautiful by the
moment. Your beauty is what pleases me." Eyes fixed on your expanding
blush, I carefully dress your naked body in the trappings of a doll. A
snow white petticoat, brushing against your cock. A light pink dress with
layered skirt, empire waist, and white lace trimming, down to your knees.
White stockings, Mary Janes, and a crown of curly brown locks laced in
ribbons.

After applying your makeup, I usher you toward the vanity mirror, standing
behind you, squeezing your silky arms between my fingers. You let out a
small gasp, graceful and controlled as we had practiced. The alien thing
you'd become was suddenly like family: your long-lost self. A pretty smile
spreads your painted lips as you thank me for helping you become such a
lovely sissy... but you cannot help but remark, with no intention of
disrespect, that I forgot your bloomers. I bend you over so your lower
arms are resting on top of the dresser, forced to stare directly into your
beautiful reflection's eyes.

The sound you make as you hear me putting on my strap-on is like a dove
crying. You protest meekly, your voice scarcely above a whisper, as you
feel me hike up your skirt and stroke your polished ass...

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MY GYRL PART 2

I press my warm fingers onto the crest of your smooth ass cheeks and lean
forward. "Isn't this what you want?" I ask, the sadistic mockery in my
tone barely contained by my smile, "To give me your sissy virginity?"

You break eye contact with your reflection in the vanity, straining to
look over your shoulder at me without disobeying my command to bend over.
"No, Miss Sammy!!" You insist with visible tears in your eyes. "Please
don't break me!! I-I'm your fragile little doll! Please!!" It is hard to
hear past the word "your" over the sound of my laughter.

I pull back, my thick 10-inch dildo gliding out from between your thighs.
You tense. I grab my paddle from the under the bed. I pull back my arm and
smack the hard wood against your right cheek. "What a naughty - stupid -
ugly - fucking - gyrl," I seethe through clenched teeth, punctuating each
fact about you with a sharp, painful slap, as you press your powdered
forehead onto the dresser and sob your make-up away. Your hips jump and
your skirts flounce as I beat you. I beat you until you stop crying.

"Repeat after me, dollie."

You hiccup, "Yes, Miss Sammy."

"Repeat after me: please take my sissy virginity."

You whimper, "Please take my sissy virginity, Miss Sammy."

With a tiny dab of lube poised at the head of my big blue cock, I work my
way slowly into your tight, untouched gyrl pussy. I lay my hands gently
over your own as a lean over you, breasts squeezed against your back as I
grind my dildo deep into you. And deeper. Harder. My gyrl, forever.
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I've been playing games with you around the office for far too long.
Touching your fingers as I hand you files, "accidentally" brushing my
stocking-covered foot over your shin at meetings, sneaking my soaked
panties into your desk drawers... and acting oblivious whenever you work
up the nerve to ask me out. You hate to love me, and love to hate me.

Today we are on a hike through the woods, part of our annual corporate
retreat. At least we were until we got separated from the group. The
isolation of nature gives you your chance. You grab me by the hips and
drag me back down into the ditch I was just climbing out of. I shout in
surprise, but you promptly cover my mouth while holding my back against
your chest, my large ass forced against your hard bulge.

Much to your surprise and pleasure, I do not struggle, nor do I scream or
run when the hand over my mouth joins its partner in unbuttoning my
shorts. I allow your hands to pull at my tank top as well. I even raise my
arms for you. Once I'm down to nothing but my sneakers, you grab my arms
and turn me to face you. You demand to know why I'm not fighting. I look
up at you, my whole body quivering softly from both the wind and the
intensity of your glare.

"I've always wanted you," I confess, "Like this. Pushed to this point."

This confession makes your blood boil. That whole time I was *trying* to
drive you crazy, to make you lose control. You assure me that I have
succeeded, your voice thick with venom. You wrap half the length of my
dark brown hair around your hand like a leash and drag me down to the
dirt. I start unbuttoning your jeans, as you order. You yank my hair
sharply to make me go faster. You drag my face against your cock and balls
- like a dog's face into the mess it made - before sliding your cock into
my mouth, over my tongue, down my throat. I gag but you pay me no heed,
instead pulling my nipples hard while fucking my mouth like a cunt.

Taking me by the hair again, you drag me to my feet. Your load is still
spilling out of my mouth when you kiss me forcefully, sucking on my
tongue. I kiss you back, more passionately than you expect. On some level
it makes you feel happy, relieved - on another it pisses you off like
nothing else before. After what seems like a long, long time, our lips
part.

Refusing to acknowledge my smile, you shove me over the to the small
embankment I had been trying to hop, instead tossing me over it by the
waist like a sack of meat, my legs dangling down into the ditch. My sore
breasts are pressed against sharp rocks and roots. My body grows caked in
soil as you strip off that last of your clothes and drive your massive
shaft into me like a jackhammer, one hand gripping my hair like reins and
the other whipping my ass like the most brutal equestrian. You cum inside
my raw cunt twice after hours of pumping and sweating.

As I lay sore and spent on the forest floor, I resolve to get on your bad
side more often.

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