Category: age play

Perv Tax Season

Kayla Cumsalot 1844-33-CANDY Ext 357

We listen and we don’t judge…

Sort of. Sure, we’re no taboo, and you filthy boys get to explore your fantasies and fetishes by pushing the limits of your desires. Sometimes, it’s even us girls pushing you to jerk off to nastier, darker topics. Illegal things, even. Because it feels so good to ruin you, HOWEVER, some pervs want things so disgusting that they deserve to be taxed just for entering the chatroom. Welcome to perv tax season, you filthy fucks. Things are about to get expensive. Continue reading “Perv Tax Season” →

Aynsley 1-844-332-2639 Ext. 459

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.

Continue reading “I Have a Secret” →

Rachel 1*844*332*2639 Ext 457

My hot girl summer was off to a great start. It was my first day at my new job. I was excited but nervous as well. I’ve never waited tables before. But everyone says this place is just about looking cute in the skimpy little outfits. And being flirty with the customers, of course. But when I got there, it was a different manager. The manager that hired me was off that day. Instead it was a female manager. I could tell from the moment I walked in that she was a bitch. She looked me up and down then turned her nose up. I can’t stand it when people judge me before they know me. I’m a very sweet person. Always kind and compassionate, until you give me a reason not to be. But it was so obvious that she had issues. Women that have low self esteem and lack confidence lash out. They take their insecurities out on other women. They can’t control their jealousy. And it turns them into cold, harsh bitches. That was the last type of woman I wanted to work with. But at least all of the other girls were very sweet and supportive.

Continue reading “Hot Girl Summer Continues” →

Trinity 1-844-332-2639 ext 285

A teacher’s pet like me always gets punished after class. I stayed behind after everyone else left. He shut the classroom door and said, “You know exactly why you’re here.” I bit my lip and nodded. “You think batting your lashes gets you an A? You think wearing that tight little skirt means I won’t notice you’re failing?” He stepped behind me. Grabbed my hair. Pulled. “Bend over the desk.” I obeyed. My heart pounding, my thighs slick with anticipation. He lifted my skirt. No panties.

“Naughty little slut,” he muttered. Then the first spank landed. I gasped. Each one got harder. “Count.” “One, Sir. Two, Sir—” By ten, I was soaking the wood. By fifteen, I was moaning like a whore. Then I felt his cock pressing against me. Thick. Hard. Demanding.

“You want this grade? Earn it.” He fucked me hard, face down on the desk, books scattered, chalk dust in my hair. I took it like the filthy student I was.

He pushed my face into the desk with one hand, the other around my throat, reminding me of my place. “You’re nothing but my fuck toy, aren’t you?” I couldn’t answer. The pleasure was too overwhelming. Continue reading “Teacher’s Pet Gets Punished After Class” →

Pervy Neighbor Goes Too Far

Belle 1844-332-2639 X 444

My pervy neighbor is so horny for my teen pussy. It’s fun to tease him, knowing he can’t do anything about it. Or at least, I thought he couldn’t. Wouldnt? But he did. The other day I stayed home sick from school and I was sleeping in bed. I only had on a thin sleep tank and tiny cotton panties. I was resting, not trying to impress anyone, ya know?

Little Mr. couldn’t help himself; he must have thought the house was empty because he let himself in. He slipped right into my bedroom and, through slitted eyes, I watched him stalk to my dresser and pull out a pair of my panties. I guess he was so focused; he hadn’t seen me there yet. I snapped my eyes shut before he turned to look, and pretended to be still sleeping.

Continue reading “Pervy Neighbor Goes Too Far” →

Trinity 1-844-332-2639 ext 285

I was used in the back of the limo. He told me not to wear panties to the gala. I obeyed. All night, I played the part—smiling, sipping champagne, talking politics—while he kept one hand on my lower back and whispered what he was going to do to me. I couldn’t resist but I kept my composure. I was not going to break character.

Everyone watched us like we were royalty. No one knew how filthy I was underneath that gown. When the driver opened the back door of the limo, I slid in first. My dress rose up to my hips. He didn’t wait. He followed, shut the divider, and dragged me onto his lap like I was nothing but his toy. “I’ve been patient all night,” he growled. “Now open your mouth.” He unzipped himself. I dropped to the floor. The driver was still up front. The thrill? Insane.

He used me fast and rough, gripping my hair, face-fucking me while the city lights flickered past. Then he pulled me up, bent me over the seat, and shoved into me from behind, one hand choking me, the other pressing my face to the window. People Continue reading “Used in the Back of the Limo” →

Aynsley 1-844-332-2639 Ext. 459

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.

Continue reading “The Sugarbaby Contest” →

bike

Anna 844-332-2639 EXT. 203

Naughty Ronnie decided to go out for a bike ride. He called out to Mommy Anna to let her know he was going out, and this time, he wasn’t met with opposition. . No warning of be home for dinner, or look both ways before you cross the street. He even stopped and waited, but all he could hear was Daddy upstairs listening to the radio. Zoey was in her room quietly reading. He shrugged his shoulders and off he went.

Continue reading “Naughty Ronnie catches Mommy getting spanked” →

familiar

Cory 1-844-332-2639 ext 407

The screen door slammed shut, and I heard the familiar thud of Ronnie’s sneakers hitting the worn wooden floor. “Mama Cory, we’re back!” he yelled, his voice echoing through the small house. His sister, bless her heart, trailed behind him, her face a picture of quiet contemplation.

Last Sunday was supposed to be a good one. I’d given my son Ronnie and his sister the donation money for church, a whole twenty dollars, carefully saved from my meager earnings at the diner. Church donations weren’t compulsory, but I liked to give what I could to help with church expenses. It was my way of contributing to the community, teaching Ronnie and his sister to be charitable human beings.

Continue reading “the familiar thud of Ronnie’s sneakers” →

Rachel 1*844*332*2639 Ext 457

Why does my mind always wander? I failed my freaking final because of it. And of course my professor and his wife insisted that I meet them at their house. Or else I would fail the semester. For some reason I was really nervous this time. I guess deep down I was worried because this would be the last time. So I was scared of what she may want to inflict on me. She obviously hates me and loves to try to humiliate me. She’s wanted to get revenge ever since she caught me under his desk giving him a blow job. It’s all so twisted. I will be so happy to be out of this situation once and for all.

I showed up right on time. There was a drink waiting for me. She said that I would need it to relax. That made me extremely nervous. But I knew I had to do as I was told or else I would regret it. I didn’t want to give her any reasons to prolong or intensify whatever she had planned. So I drank it.

Continue reading “Why Does My Mind Wander…Part 2” →