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“Sir,” I purred, my voice low and husky just as instructed. “I’ve been bad, haven’t I?” I arched my back in exaggerated submission, the crimson skirt riding up to expose my bare thighs.
My “master,” an imposing figure in his sixties with a greying beard sprinkled with stubble, chuckled, his eyes glinting with amusement. “Indeed, my little good girl. But fear not, for a stern discipline is just what you need.”
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I stepped into the candlelit chaos of Sigma Chi frat house, a whirlpool of bodies and libations. Laughter and thumping bass pulsed through my veins as I made my way to the keg.
As I poured a red solo cup, I caught eyes with a ruggedly handsome frat brother, glancing down at the tight tank top clinging to my curves. “Hey there, heatwave,” he smirked, sidling up next to me. “You look like you’re ready to get wild.”
His friend, equally chiseled, leaned in, fingers trailing along my arm. “Yeah, we can show you a real party.” Before I could respond, they each grabbed a cup and steered me toward a darkened hallway.
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So, loser, this is what you’ve been fantasizing about, huh? Me, sprawled out on my dorm bed, legs spread wide open, just begging for your pathetic wanking hand to slide between them? Yeah, didn’t think so.
But here I am, doing exactly that lol. Giving you a private show of my most intimate places. You’re probably jacking it to the sight of my pink, glistening slit, aren’t you? Wishing you had the balls to do more than just gaze through the keyhole of my door.
Well, you wish loser! Because as much as I love the thrill of teasing, of having a secret admirer (or hater, who knows?), there’s a limit to how much I’m willing to indulge your pervy curiosity.
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I’m so fucking hyped to be back in the dorms. The perks of going to a small ass college are real. I get my own room again this year! But the real tea is, I’m stoked to relive those wild college fuckfests.
As I’m unpacking, the door swings open and my new suitemate Hannah strolls in.
“Hey, I’m Aynsley. Nice to meet you, Hannah!” I chirp, shoving my bag into the closet in our share living room, study area and kitchinette. I flash her a grin, letting her see the pearly whites of my teeth. Or maybe just the whites of my underwear, depending how close she gets.
Hannah smiles back, her eyes doing a slow scan of my room. I shrug out of my tank top, exposing a lacy red bra that barely contains my B-cups. “Make yourself at home, girl,” I say, pulling my hair into a messy bun and kicking off my sneakers.
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The heat is sweltering, the days seem to stretch on forever, and all I can think about is sucking dick. My name’s Aynsley and I’m a cute little thing with a petite frame, perky tits, and a tight little pussy that’s always dripping wet. But let’s get to the good stuff. I’m a total cum slut and I live for sucking cock. I’ll lick it like a popsicle ALLLLL DAY!
It’s my absolute favorite thing to do. I love every minute of it. The feel of a thick shaft sliding over my tongue, the salty taste of pre-cum leaking out, the helpless groans of pleasure that spill from a man’s lips as I worship his cock. Mmm, just thinking about it is making me so fucking horny.
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It was a hot summer weekend and I decided to hit up a pool party at this trendy spot downtown. I slipped into my sexiest red bikini, grabbed a few of my college friends, and we headed out for a day of sun, drinks, and fun
We arrived and the pool scene was popping. Cute guys and gals were lounging on floats, splashing around, and sipping cocktails. I spotted the lifeguard stand and couldn’t help but notice the two gorgeous hunks manning it. Tall, tanned, and ripped, with their shorts slung low on their hips. Damn.
My friend noticed me eyeballing them and grinned. “Oooh, looks like Aynsley’s got her eye on some prime meat!” she teased with a giggle. I blushed but couldn’t deny it. These guys were hot hot hot.
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Oh, I’ve been such a naughty little brat again, haven’t I? I know I deserve to be put over your knee for a good, hard spanking. My skinny jeans hug the curves of my 20-year-old college body, but they won’t protect my bottom from your strong hands.
I can already feel the stinging from your fingers gripping my ass, pulling my cheeks apart. There’s a growing bulge in your pants brushing against me as you position me in your lap. I tremble in anticipation, knowing I’m about to get the punishment I so desperately need.
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My best friend at college is named Maddy. She’s sweet and kind, always there for me. I adore Maddy. But I have a secret. A secret about her dad Carter.
Professor Carter James is a name well-known to most students on campus. Tall, dark and handsome, he teaches advanced psychology. When I sit in his class, I can barely focus on the lesson. My eyes are on his chiseled features, the way his eyes smolder. I imagine him bending me over his desk, his strong hands gripping my hips as he takes me from behind.
It started innocently enough. Maddy and I studied together at my place. When her father dropped her off, our gazes met and a spark ignited between us. He lingered, looking at me a beat too long. Later, he messaged me online, thanking me for letting Maddy stay over. I flirted, feeling bold, and he flirted right back.
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I’m just an average Gen Z girl, 20 and horny as hell. I might also have expensive and fancy tastes. That’s why I knew I had to enter this guy’s “Sugarbaby Contest” when I first heard about it. A hot billionaire named E was looking for a young slut to keep as his personal plaything, and the compensation package was better than anything I’d ever seen.
I mean, sure, I’d have to do whatever the fuck he wanted sexually. But being a filthy little cock sleeve for a rich guy didn’t sound so bad to me. I’m always down to get freaky and the money was hella good. So I sent in my nudes and waited eagerly for a response.
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I’m so fucking horny Daddy. Here I am, lying in bed at my college dorm, fingering my dripping wet pussy, thinking about you. I’m a 20-year-old nympho who can’t stop fantasizing about daddy’s big cock stretching out my tight little holes.
I’m wearing a lacy black thong and bra, teasing my tits as I imagine you pinning me down and ripping them off. I spread my legs, showing off my bare, glistening cunt, begging for daddy to fill me up. I need daddy to pound me into the mattress until I’m a moaning, cum slut.