Author: Rachel

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I had a little devious plan. My professor’s wife was out of town. And my imagination was running wild. So I came up with a plan. I’m still trying to get back at her for treating me so horribly. So I’m giving her husband everything she can’t. Is there any better way to get back at a woman? I decided to get my friend in on the plan. We got dressed up in some cute little school uniform skirts. But instead of the typical school uniform tops, we wore sexy little tops. We also wore stockings with garter belts, cute little lacy thongs, and sexy mary jane heels.

We knocked on the front door. He opened it and looked so surprised and confused. He looked us up and down. Then he said “Rachel, what on earth are the two of you doing here?” I told him that we needed some extra credit. That was most definitely the first time I’ve ever seen him speechless. He didn’t know what to say. He stood aside and let us in.

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My naughty professor’s wife has sparked a very devious seed in me. I’ve never felt the “revenge fuck” thing. But this is a whole other side of it. I want to get back at her. She acted like an evil bitch. She was so rude to me. And now I’m so excited. I have so many very naughty thoughts and exciting ideas. I’m going to have my way with her husband. I’m going to give him everything he can’t get from her. He wants my little tight teen pussy so badly. Who could get turned on by her? I feel awful for him now. I realize what he has to deal with. And it all makes sense. So I have a devious little plan today. I’m wearing my little skirt and no panties.

I sneaked into the classroom while my professor was out for lunchbreak. I hid under the desk and waited. I heard him come into the classroom. Students started pouring in behind him. Now I started to get very nervous. He started lecturing for what felt like forever. Then he finally came and sat down at his desk. He had absolutely no idea I was under there.

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I always try to avoid my naughty professor’s wife. To be honest, she scares me. I can’t even look her in the eyes. I feel like she hates me. She gives me horrible looks. The other day I was in the restroom when she walked in. “Hello Rachel” she said with a condescending smirk. I wondered how she even knew my name. Trembling, all I could get out was “hi”. I turned to walk out as quickly as possible when she said “Not so fast”. I froze. “Look here you little slut, keep your eyes and paws off of my husband. He would never do anything with someone like you. So just stop fantasizing about it. Stop prancing around in your slutty little outfits. It’s so obvious that you’re just trying to get his attention. Poor little pathetic thing. He will never give you the time of day” she laughed as she walked out. I stood in shock as tears filled my eyes. Then anger took over. How dare she talk to me like that and make assumptions. She was so wrong. It wasn’t me. It was him. I can’t believe what a bitch she was to me.

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Foot fetishes must be really common. Everyone tells me how cute my feet are. Guys always want to see what color of nail polish I’m wearing. Clients like to talk about sucking on my toes. They like me to rub my little feet all over their hard cocks until they cum all over them. Then they like to lick and suck all of their cum off of my feet.

Over the summer I did a few events as an assistant to an event planner. One night as the party was dwindling down, we were just waiting. We had to wait for everyone to leave before we could finish up. So I was just taking a break. I was sitting at a table in the back of the room. There was a couple sitting at the bar talking to their friends. The gentleman seemed bored. He was looking around the room. I obviously caught his eye because he did a double take. His whole demeanor changed. He ordered a drink. But he kept looking over at me. His wife was so distracted. She was deep in conversation with her friends. Then he headed towards me with two drinks.

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In high school, I would’ve done anything for Kayla. She was so popular! All the girls wanted to be like her. And all the boys wanted to be with her. Being friends with Kayla meant you were a popular girl. So when she came to ME to ask for a favor, I couldn’t believe it. It didn’t matter what it was, I would’ve said yes.

She told me that she was worried about her brother. He was a virgin and needed to get laid. And she wanted to use my virgin holes to pop his cherry. I agreed. I would do anything to be Kayla’s friend and be a popular girl.

She took me to her house. We went up to her brother’s room. She opened his door. Her brother was playing video games. Confused, he asked Kayla what was going on. She explained to him that she’s been worried about him. She told him he’s antisocial and she feels like he will never be able to get laid on his own. So she brought me to have sex with him. In all my virgin holes. He looked humiliated and embarrassed. He yelled at Kayla.

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It was just a typical Tuesday. I prance into class and find a seat. I glance up and see my professor staring at me. I blush and look away. But every time I look back up, he’s still staring at me. I can’t help but giggle at how obvious he’s being. But I think that giggle lit a fire inside of him that filled his eyes with lust. I felt his gaze even though I couldn’t look at him for most of the remainder of the class. As soon as class was over, I tried to blend into the group and sneak out as quickly as I could. But I heard his deep voice, louder than ever. “Rachel” he yelled out. “Come here please.” My heart sank. I turn around and head to the front of the class. Everyone else leaves.

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I’m housesitting for the Johnsons again. Once again, I’m fantasizing about what it would be like to be Mrs. Johnson. She has a perfect life, a perfect house, a perfect husband, and she’s perfect. They get to travel all the time. Right now they are at a bed and breakfast located in a wine vineyard right outside of town. I start imagining what their romantic evening is going to be like. I see them having a private, candlelit dinner on the rooftop overlooking the wine vineyard. She looks beautiful, but he looks even better. After dinner she slips into sexy lingerie, and he makes wild, passionate love to her. She’s the luckiest woman in the world to have such a sexy, sweet, romantic, and absolutely perfect husband in every way. The thought makes me wet. I start looking through a photo album on the coffee table. It’s full of pictures of them traveling around the world. I can’t help but start playing with myself. I’m imagining him making love to me. All of a sudden, I heard the front door open. I sat on the sofa stunned with no bottoms on. I was spread wide open, playing with myself.

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I dream of a Daddy that can teach me everything there is to know about sex. I want a Daddy to take care of me, love me, and breed me. A Daddy to please, one that I would do ANYTHING for. One that will take advantage of me and use me for his own sexual pleasure, like a play toy. His own personal sex object. Nothing would make me wetter. I have dreams at night about all of the kinky and nasty things he might make me do. And I want all of it. I lay in bed and play with myself thinking about the most taboo scenarios. What if he came into my room in the middle of the night and put a ball gag in my mouth so I couldn’t scream and wake anyone up? I wondered. Then he would proceed to rip my panties off and taste my sweet nectar. I would squirm to get away but soon succumb to the pleasure. Thrusting my tight little pussy against his tongue drives him crazy. He lets out a growl before flipping me over onto my stomach.

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I have a toy obsession. I can’t stop shopping for new toys. So the other day I stopped at a toy store to see what I might find. As I looked around at the of the stimulating toys, I started getting so aroused. Then I needed to tinkle really bad. Trying to figure out where the restrooms were, I started wandering down a dark hall. I saw a door ajar and thought it was the restroom. As I approached it, I heard something. Then I saw movement. I couldn’t stop myself from wanting to look inside. So I did. And I saw a guy stroking his cock while he was watching a porno. He was so into what he was doing that he didn’t see me standing there. I wanted to walk away and give him privacy. But I was getting so wet and turned on by watching him. I just couldn’t help myself, so I stayed and watched. He started cupping his balls and fingering his asshole. This made him so hard. So I reached down into my panties and found my hard clit and wet pussy. Played with myself while I watched him.

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I was babysitting Mr. Stinky Pampers when my friends invited me to the mall. I didn’t want to miss out on the fun so I decided to just take him with me. Before we could get out the door, I smelled a stinky diaper! I had to change him and I doused him with baby powder so that he would smell good. It would be so embarrassing if he was stinky at the mall, in front of my friends.

When we got there, I could see my friends at the food court. I was holding Stinky’s hand, and he was waddling right beside me like a little cutie patootie. And when my friend’s saw him waddle up, they thought he was the most adorable little thing ever. They were all taking turns holding him and telling him how cute he was. Then all of a sudden, a horrible stinky smell started coming from his diaper. I was so embarrassed and so were my friends. The smell quickly started permeating the entire food court. People started sniffing and looking around for where it was coming from.

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