Category: age play

Julie 1-844-332-2639 Ext 453

One day after school, I walked into my room and found Daddy sniffing my panties. When I asked him what he was doing he told me that he just loves the way his precious little angel smells. I told him that it was silly for him to smell my panties when he can just smell me instead. His eyes lit up and he asked if he could smell me right then and there. I told him of course he could. He asked me if he could smell me anywhere. I giggled and said yes. That’s when he told me to take all of my clothes off. So I did. Then he told me to lay down on my bed. So I did. He leaned down and put his face in my tummy. Then he closed his eyes and took a long, deep breath. He held it for several seconds as if he was just savoring my smell. Next, he took my legs and spread them wide open. He cupped my butt cheeks in his hands and lifted me up off the bed. Then he planted his face between my legs and licked from my asshole to my clit and back.

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Amber 1-844-332-2639 ext 404

It wasn’t that short, I told myself. Just daring. Besides, it’s my favorite skirt. There’s no harm in wearing it! Boy, was I ever wrong. Daddy found me by the front door just as I was about to leave for school. “Amber. Dorothy. Tomsin.” He reserved stating my full name for only two reasons, one of which was when he wanted the room to chill.

“You’re embarrassing yourself,” he said, as he gestured to the skirt. “You think dressing like a whore is armor? It makes you a target.” I crossed my arms and rolled my eyes. “It’s my body, Daddy!” He sighed. “That’s what they all say.” I looked directly at him, feeling the anger building inside of me. “Haven’t I outgrown your hemline lectures by now?” Daddy’s eyes, tired and grim, locked with mine. “Get upstairs.”

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Mama Felicity 1844-332-2639 Ext 270

Charlie looked back at me from where I’d positioned him on his changing table. Usually, I lie him down on his back and tickle his feet before lifting them high to change his soggy diaper. It confused him when I dropped him on his knees and folded him over. My left hand rested on his naked back, and my right hand fondled for my sciorrs. “Mama?” I wriggle with worry, making me smile sweetly. “Why are you cutting a hole in my diapie? I need a change so badly! You’re going to make me leak!”

“Oh, you’ll leak alright.” I worked the hole I’d snipped in his Pamper open with my fingers, and we both heard the front door open and close. Charlie looked at me with big eyes and started to shake his head like he knew what was coming.

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Bombaclot!

 ☏ Anna 844-332-2639 EXT. 203 ☏☏☏ Zesty Zoey 1-844-332-2639 Ext 403

Ronnie was riding his bike around the neighborhood, when he suddenly heard a bunch of grown men yell ‘’Bombaclot!’’ as they smacked the table while playing dominoes. Some laughed, some cussed some more. This intrigued him, so he decided to go another round around the block. Sure enough, just as he approached them he was met with yet another ‘’Bombaclot!’’

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Melanie 1-844-33-CANDY ext 463

I was having so much fun with my friend Craig, and I knew I was going to see him again in a week. I only gave him one rule. “Don’t touch yourself while you’re away from me, wait for our next hang out time.” Well a week went by and it was time for him to come back over. The first thing I said when he walked in my house was, “Did you touch yourself while I was gone?” He looked at me with sad eyes, and all I could say was, “I know what that means; do you? You’re going to have to get punished for this! You broke the ONLY rule!”

I walked up to him and immediately pulled down his pants and undies. I put him in the corner like a bad little boy. He looked so ashamed and covered his little weewee. Walking up to him again, I told him to turn around and put his hands on the wall. Now his cute little bum was exposed. Ideas flooded into my head on what I was going to do.

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Rachel 1*844*332*2639 Ext 457

I couldn’t believe that Mrs. Martin came into work. She was like an aunt to me, and I couldn’t let her see me working there. So I went to hide in the bathroom. My heart was racing at the thought of being caught and my mom finding out that I work at a breastaurant. As a preacher’s daughter, that’s not acceptable. But I was also completely freaked out because I had been having an affair with Mr. Martin. Not to mention the couple of times that my uncle also had his way with Mr. Martin. I was so scared. I didn’t know what to do. As I paced the restroom, I just kept asking myself what on earth she could be doing there. And I was just hoping that she had already left. But that’s when the restroom door opened. It was her. I tried to turn but she knew it was me. She had a look of desperation in her eyes. And she told me that she promised not to tell anyone. She just needed my help. I was literally trembling as I nodded my head in agreement.

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Melanie 1-844-332-2639 ext 463

I got a call one night that an old friend wanted to get together and catch up. We decided to meet the next day and get some coffee. His name was Alex. I always knew him to be such a guy’s guy, so when he told me his idea, I was shocked! He wanted to be in a room surrounded by four or five beautiful women, fucked like crazy. I guess it was his version of a gang bang.

I told him we could get that arranged and he would have a fabulous time. It was a few days later and I had him come over to my secret dungeon. He confessed to me that he’s been in threesomes before but never surrounded by five women at once. He was a bit intimidated. I told him to strip down and get ready. I was shocked when I saw him standing hunched over, covering his small wanker. He was usually so much more confident.

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Zesty Zoey 1-844-332-2639 Ext 403

It’s time for me to make my New Year’s resolution!  This year I resolve to be less of a slut.  I had about 670 sexual encounters last year.  I’m so ashamed of myself.  I promise that I’ll be pure and platonic this year.  No more fucking behind the stairs at the bar.  I resolve to refrain from fucking strangers in the back seat of my car.  I’ll be squeaky clean and well behaved for 2026.

Oh, who am I kidding?!?  You know I’m fucking with you.  My REAL resolution for 2026 is to be an even BIGGER slut than I managed to be in 2025!

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Melanie 1-844-332-2639 ext 463

I got home from school, and I heard some noise upstairs, so being the curious kitten that I am, I went to investigate. I took off my shoes so I could be quiet and tiptoed up the stairs in my socks. The moans and grunts were coming from the room at the end of the hallway. The door was cracked open, and I peeked in and saw my older brother trying on our mothers’ panties!

I started giggling but had to cover my mouth quickly, so I wasn’t caught. I pulled out my cell phone and turned on the camera and started recording him. Having no idea I was standing there, until I slowly creaked the door open, he still didn’t know I was there once I walked in. I heard him gasp and saw him turn around. He was wearing mom’s thong and matching bra! His hand quickly covered his cock that was peeking out of the side of the thong.

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Rachel 1*844*322*2639 Ext 457

I couldn’t believe that Mrs. Martin came into work! We were doing a dance on the bar. It was western night. So we were wearing little crops, extremely short, cut off jean shorts, cowgirl boots, cowgirl hats, and pigtails. The place was packed and the guys were going wild. But there was someone at the back of the room that looked very out of place. She was by herself and actually seemed nervous. That’s when I realized that it was Mrs. Martin. Then I started wondering why she was there. I started getting really nervous. She had no idea I worked there. And I didn’t want her to know. She was like an aunt to me. And I knew she would tell my mom. I was so mortified. But I was stuck up there on the bar. I tried to tilt my hat down to where she couldn’t see my face. But I was so worried that she could tell that it was me.

When the song was over, I worked my way into the ladies’ room as quickly as possible. My heart was racing and I just needed a place to hide out for a moment.

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