Author: Francie

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My Brother Dough started dating this sexy little candy girl, Cindy. I teased him that his pretty new toy and I looked so much alike that he must be thinking of me when he’s tasting her. Of course, he denied it, but I know he thinks about me in ways he shouldn’t.

Ever since my tits grew in, his girlfriends have been petite blondes with sweet smiles and a seductive gazes. Sound familiar? Yeah, exactly. Doug totally has a forbidden crush on me. I wish he were man enough to just fuck me, but I guess I’ll have to fuck his little candy girl myself and tempt her into a threesome so I can taste my brother’s dick off her pussy.

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It’s amusing to me how you selfish boys think only of yourselves. Different boy, different situation, and yet it’s always “Poor me!” “Pitty me.” It’s never your fault for the things that have happened to you. This morning, I was on the phone with a man who wanted my help using the elastorator. *Claps hands excitedly* I know, I know, not much help can be given as it’s an easy tool to use, but I digress.

So, we’re on the phone after I help him put the rubber band around the prongs, open them up and stuff his grape-sized balls through; he releases the elastorator and is on his way to losing his sack when I start to ask why he wanted this… and this is where the fun begins.

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sweet

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A call had come in, asking If I’d be willing to do a tiny bit of modeling for a high price. I love getting paid, and sitting in front of a camera seemed easy enough. So I agreed happily and jotted down the time and place for the shoot. It was just a few days away, and I could hardly contain my excitement. People always think I’m a shy and sweet girl, but I was ready to break out into a star!

My tummy felt odd when I arrived at the hotel where the address had led me. An uncomfortable notion crept through my system, but I shook it off. Just a few pictures and new, crisp hundred-dollar bills in my pocket would make it all worth it.

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You look through the keyhole of my bedroom door as often as you can. I know you do, you fucking perv. Always slinking in the background like a shadow, thinking you won’t be seen, but I fucking see you. Perves like you come with a stench and a skin-crawling sensation girls can’t shake.

Even though you’re handsome and intelligent, all the girls at school won’t give you the time of day. They don’t give you a second glance because they can smell the dried cum in your boxers and because I tell them you’re mine. Not mine like I’m gonna suck your cock or let you stretch my pussy; hell no, you’re my younger brother! That’d be fucking sick.

No, no, no, stupid boy. I tell them you are mine,  as in I’m gonna be the one to break your mind teasing and abusing you. I guess “Perv” just runs in the family. Like now, I know you’re staring through that itty bitty keyhole, probably rubbing yourself through your jeans as I pry off my too-tight tank top. I adjust my bra as I move closer to the keyhole, unclipping it so your view of me becomes lost as I get closer and closer. You thought you’d see my tits? Ha, You fucking wish!

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francies game night

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It’s game night, and I can’t help but get excited. I love when we gather around the table for some Table Top Games. You were so thoughtful, bringing snacks for all of us at the table. Everyone looks so cute in their little homemade outfits, dressing up as their characters. My character is very forward, and my outfit stands out quite a bit as the most scantily clad one in the group. I can see everyone’s erections as they approach the table for our Role Playing Game. It’s fun, and I love our time together, but I always have a different kind of role-playing in mind.

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Katie and I park, I shouldn’t have driven, but I knew if I called you for a ride, you’d be mad. So we stumble up the driveway, and Katie giggles that the house is dark and that we got away with it. I shake my head and point, the porch lights on, and I can see your shadow in the rocking chair. Fuck, I grab her arm and tell her we should just go to her house, but she flicks her long blonde hair over her shoulder, confident my brother won’t punish me with her there. She’s had a crush on you for a while, and it just makes me sick.
She drags me up the walk, and you stand up with your arms crossed over your chest. “Franny,’ You talk down to me. I hold a hand up to stop you and try to walk past you, but I teeter over into Katie. “Look, look. We’re fine. We’re going to bed. You don’t have to say anything.”

You roll your eyes and tell me how late we are and that you can see I’m wasted, which is inexcusable.

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Mistress's pet should only bark

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“W-wait,” My little pet whimpered under me as I lined the thick strap-on under his tail. I wound the leash around my fist and tugged up harder, so his collar pulled against his windpipe. “Hold on a second,” He choked. He tried to push himself up on his hands instead of his elbows to slacken the taunt leash. “Mistress, that one is too big!”

“What was that?” I growled and rammed the strap-on into his tight little pucker. “Pets should only bark.”

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Valentine’s day, yuck. Love, yuck. Why do we even need a stupid lovey, dovey holiday when ninety percent of couples are unhappy anyway? It’s literally the dumbest day of the year. Just like every year, I won’t be going out and spreading the stupidity of the love fest.

No, for Valentine’s Day, I’m nice and comfy on my couch, in my favorite PJs, watching reality tv. The kinda stuff we should celebrate! Cheating and drama! That’s real life, not looOovveee. Just as I scrapped the last spoon full of ice cream from the empty carton, I heard a weird noise in my bedroom.  Being alone in the house isn’t normally scary, but I don’t often think an intruder is hiding in my bedroom. Armed with my spoon, I tiptoe down the hall and gently nudge my bedroom door open with my toe. I’m shocked to see cupid standing on my bed with his bright red arrow aimed right at me!

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As your superior at the office, I’m constantly disappointed in your performance. You appear lazy, disorganized, and unfocused. No matter how often I correct you, the message just hasn’t gotten through. It’s obvious how you drool over my body all day long and that your unruly cock is the reason for you being the office bad boy.

Performance reports were released this morning, and my boss is angry. He says if you don’t shape up immediately, I’ll have to let you go. The simple truth is that I’m too busy to do your job and mine, and hiring someone new just takes too long. And it doesn’t promise the new candidate will be any better behaved than you. So I’ve decided to take matters into my own hands. I saunter over to your desk about half an hour before quitting time. Pre-usual, your hungry gaze zeros in on my tits, popping from my button-up blouse and the way my tight pencil skirt hugs the curve of my ass. “We’re staying after to finish the work you’ve allowed to become late. After everyone leaves, join me in my office.”

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Soul Sucking Succubus Desires

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A soul-sucking succubus.

Don’t worry, baby. Your soul isn’t the only thing I’ll be sucking. My mouth is made for much more than trash-talking and laughing at your stupid pencil dick.

I enjoy tonguing down every inch of your desires until I locate your weakness. Once I know exactly how to turn you on, I’ll keep you there—edging you to your breaking point. When you do finally break for me, I’ll sit back, smoke a cigarette and laugh.

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