Birthday Girl Kayla 1844-332-2639 Ext 357
“He WHO!” I yelled. Anna’s lips opened like she was going to tell me, and then I saw her gaze flick to somewhere behind me, and her mouth snapped shut.
“Is the birthday girl ready?” A familiar voice tickled me from behind. Chloe, I turned to look for her, and she gently touched my bare lower back. “I just don’t know who’s more excited! Eek!”She squealed as I shook my head, confused over what was happening, as she started to push me toward the stage.
Francie xXx 1844-332-2639 xXx 208
So many of you look over my photos and think I’m obtainable. I’m not lol. No matter how much you pay or how well you service me, you’ll still be just a toy. Just a cuck, just a loser, I push around for my entertainment. I’m not the kind of girl who enjoys dating in the sense most people think of the word.
Yes, I love to be taken out. Wined and dined till your wallet begs for you to stop spoiling me. But when your wallet taps out, so do I.
Bad Bitch Belle 844-332-2639 Ext 444
Having my tight, teen body around the house all the time is making you crazy. I genuinely enjoy watching you struggle to keep your erection hidden from my mom. In fact, that’s why I’ve been asking to sit on your lap at breakfast. She thinks it’s cute we’re bonding so well, but that isn’t all you want to do with your new stepdaughter, is it?
I opened your laptop to check my school email, and I saw you were looking up Daddy/daughter porn. So you want to fuck me, do you, Daddy? I’ll be you’d do anything just to watch me undress. I mean, obviously, but I think I want to force you to admit it. Continue reading “Daddy’ll Do Anything Just To Watch”
Phonesex with Felicity 1844-332-2639 x 270
When Halloween rolls around, my husband and I get the urge to go ghost-hunting! It’s a fun little activity we do to scare each other! We like to seek out haunted hotels or little tourist traps and watch as people squeal and wet their pants, thanks to their overactive imaginations. Neither of us actually believes in the paranormal.
We booked a two-night stay in this little old house near the coast of North Carolina. The legends say an older farmhand took over the runnings of the house when its owner passed away from unknown causes. He lived peacefully in the house, alone for many years, until out-of-town family members came looking for the man of the house. Discovering the rightful owner’s passing infuriated the family. They blamed the farmhand and accused him of foul play. I’m sure you can guess what happened next. Anyway, the farmhand’s ghost is said to take care of the house still, and that he tries to get his revenge by hurting any guests who dare to stay in his space.
Continue reading “A Husband Possessed by The Ghost of a BBC”
I’m going to make you mine. I’m the Redheaded Beauty Edging Weak Men. And you are weak. A weak man who cannot deny me anything. I’ll lull you in with my sweet, addictive voice and my subtle controlling ways, training you to crave me word by word until it’s just too late for you.
Once you are in my clutches, I will become the viciously mean, bratty tease of your dreams. I will control you in ways you never even thought possible. I will have you throbbing and aching at all times. Prepare yourself for endless edging, teasing, delicious jerk-off encouragement, and general gooning instruction. I love wicked mind-games, edging, mean, bratty humiliation, sensual teasing, and roleplays.
Ronnie 1-844-332-2639 Ext 443
A really nice man read my blog about how I wanted to learn about spankin’, and he sure did deliver! He couldn’t believe I’d never been spanked before. I guess he thought I looked like a very bad girl or somethin’! Anyhow, he liked the idea of me getting paddled by a teacher, so we pretended I got caught passin’ notes in class, and he got upset.
I guess that’s against the rules, I tried to explain that I didn’t pass it. I only received the note, but he said that didn’t matter. It was a punishable offense, and I would have to stay after class to get a spankin’! Can you believe it? A grown man, a person in a position of authority, wanted to spank little ol’ me! I was as nervous as I was excited.
xXx Francie xXx 844-332-2639 x 208
My horny little in-house fuck boy slave thought it would be a good idea to crawl into my bed while I was sleeping. Yes, my body is designed for a man to press up against it, but fuck, boy slaves are not men. Their dicks are far too short, and it isn’t his place.
An in-house fuck boy’s sleeping place is in the pet bed, on the floor, at the end of my bed. I know my sleeping naked must have been too much for him horny mind, but I don’t give a fuck. What he did was unacceptable. Daring to press against my skin without permission? That boy had to pay.
Kinky Krysta 844-332-2369 Ext.410
I dropped a tweet the other day that ended up sending a small crowd of losers to serve me. The gif was of a sexy high heel and a submissive jerking off to orgasm over the heel. When I saw the image, all I could think of was forcing someone to spray my heels in spunk and then make him buy me new ones for ruining them.
I was surprised by how many losers loved that idea. They all crawled over each other, trying to get to my feet. I was giddy watching them stumble to be the first to cum on my toes, as if that would make him the winner. The one who gets to buy me shoes.
Anna 844-332-2639 EXT. 203
Mommy came home from a hard day’s work. She was exhausted and so very frustrated. As she kicked off her high heels, and proceeded to change out of her stockings, garter, corset and lace bra. Then she changed into her feather trimmed robe, and silk slip with her cozy slipper and went down to the hamper to grab the laundry since it had been piling up all week. As she began to sort the laundry by fabric and color, she then found a pair of panties soiled in cum, as a matter of fact, they were still wet.
Bad Bitch Belle 844-332-2639 Ext 444
My nemesis is the Headmaster at the boarding school my parents sent me to. He’s on a mission to reform me into a polite young lady who adds value to society, but I just want to be bad. I guess he didn’t appreciate the gift I got him as a thank-you for letting me in. I hired a mariachi band to follow the Headmaster around for my first day, and it wasn’t more than a few hours after they arrived that he found me.
He burst through the door of my second period, band in tow, and pulled me out of class. He marched me down the hall and made me dismiss the band so they wouldn’t have to witness my punishment.