Category: naughty boy

Little Rachel 1*844*332*2639 Ext 457

My neighbor asked me to babysit her little boy for the day. He was home from school because it was a school holiday. It worked out perfectly since I didn’t have class either. I thought it would be easy to watch a boy that age. He would probably just watch tv or play videogames the whole time. I mean, I was right about that. He did say he just wanted to play on the computer. So I let him sit at my desk on my computer while I studied for finals. I could tell he was acting kind of weird. But it took me a while to realize that his pants were soaking wet. I couldn’t believe a boy of his age wetting himself. When I asked him if he had an accident, he denied it. That made me even more mad. It wasn’t enough that he ruined my office chair but now he was lying to me. I’d had enough. I sternly told him to go into the restroom and take his wet clothes off. Meanwhile, I went to the closet and grabbed a diaper, some wipes, baby powder, and diaper rash cream.

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Cory 1-844-332-2639 ext 407

I really should have known better than to let my little ABDL diaper enthusiast, Leo, sit on the cream-colored sofa. I was busy folding laundry in the next room, humming along to the radio, when the distinct, rhythmic squelch-squelch of a soggy diaper signaled that my boy had once again pushed his luck to the absolute limit.

When I marched into the living room, I found him staring at the ceiling with that wide-eyed, guilt-ridden expression that only a grown man wearing a printed disposable pampers can pull off. “Oopsie, Mama Cory,” he squeaked. His voice cracked with feigned innocence, while a widening, warm puddle beneath his backside confirmed exactly what kind of afternoon we were about to have.

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Kinky Kara 1-844-332-2639 ext 306

 

I arrived at my new employer’s residence dressed in my sexy maid uniform and high-heeled stilettos. I was determined to be the best maid. I was greeted by the owner of the residence. He was a tall, handsome, dark-haired, middle-aged man. His eyes lit up like candles combing over my hot young body. He cleared his throat before speaking. I could tell from the looks of the house that he had a six-figure job. It was immaculate. I was slightly intimidated to have to clean such a massive mansion.  He adjusted his pants and gave me a tour of the enormous mansion.

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Kinky Kara 1-844-332-2639 ext 306

Most days, I’d come home from work and head right to the kitchen to fix a stiff drink to unwind after a long, hard day. Today was different as I heard my stepson yelling about his phone, followed by a loud thud. I nearly sprinted to his room to see what all the commotion was about. He sat on the edge of the bed in his flannel boxers, staring across the room at the shattered phone and its bits that scattered across the floor. “What’s going on? What happened to your phone?” I stepped inside his room, concern painted across my face. “Why is mommy’s favorite boy so angry today?” I moved to sit on the bed beside him.

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Stella 1-844-332-2639 ext 322

His screen popped into focus. Mark looked exactly like the type of man I usually dealt with. Expensive suit jacket discarded on the floor, tie loosened, eyes slightly glazed. He’d had a few too many and, from the way his webcam was positioned, the glass of golden liquid sitting just to the right of the camera explained the slight slump in his posture.

“Good evening, Mark,” I said, letting my voice drop into a register of authority. “I hope you’re ready to follow instructions.” He gave a sloppy, eager grin. “Anything for you, Stella. I’ve been waiting all day.” I didn’t smile. I let the silence hang, heavy and expectant, before I spoke again. “Hands behind your back. Lock them. Do not move them until I tell you otherwise.”

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Anna 844-332-2639 EXT. 203

Daddy Ron had begun to suspect that Mommy Anna was up to something. She was still well behaved, cooked and cleaned, but she wasn’t putting out much these days. Daddy Ron decided that he would interrogate Little Ronnie, to see if he could find any clues.

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Anna 844-332-2639 EXT. 203

Ronnie went out on his bike for the weekend. There was a parade happening and he wanted to see what all the fuss was about.  He snuck into the bakery to grab a sandwich, but when he left, he forgot to get himself a drink. He saw all kinds of adults sipping cans and bottles nearby, so he waited until one of them was distracted to steal one of theirs, and opened it on his bike to drink on his way home.

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Christine 1844-332-2639 ext 468

There’s a certain kind of energy that fills a room when control and confidence meets curiosity. It’s quiet at first—just a glance, a smirk, the subtle understanding that tonight might be a little more exciting than usual.

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Cory 1-844-332-2639 ext 407

I still remember the exact moment I first saw HeyZeus across the desert. Being a whore, especially back then, I could feel the magnetic pull of his curiosity. Despite the general consensus that girls like me were dirty. There was something deeply attractive about the way his eyes flickered between intrigue and caution whenever he looked at me. I knew that it would be nearly impossible for him to ignore the growing, inevitable need to explore his desires. It was springtime in the desert, after all.

HeyZeus spoke in hushed tones of the towering expectations his father. More specifically, the insistence that HeyZeus (and everyone else in his village)’s first sexual experience should be sealed within the sanctity of marriage. His father was mighty and powerful, among other things, and had a very strong pull on the entire world’s day to day thoughts and behaviors.

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Anna 844-332-2639 EXT. 203

Miss Anna was walking home from the bodega with her arms full of bags. She balanced herself well in her heels still strutting down the sidewalk. Just as she almost reached home, one of her bags ripped, and her items spilled all onto the concrete.

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