Julie 1-844-332-2639 Ext. 453

“Come here Julie!” I heard my dad yell from his room.

“Yes Daddy?”

“Let me see what you wore to school. Ah, just as I thought. You look like a little slut.”

I know exactly what it means when Daddy says that. He’s horny and wants a reason to punish his little slut. Maybe this should make me nervous or scared. But it doesn’t. It actually makes me really excited. I get all tingly inside when I think about being Daddy’s good little slut. It’s so much fun to make Daddy feel good. He loves it when I ask him if I can sit in his lap. And I love to wiggle my butt around and feel Daddy get so hard. He likes to reach down and feel my little butt. Then he’ll slip his fingers into my panties and moan “Julie, your little pussy feels so tight, warm, and wet.” That’s when it starts feeling really good and I spread my legs for Daddy. He picks me up, carries me over to the bed, and lays me down. Then he pulls my panties off and plants his face in my pussy. He explores it thoroughly with his tongue.

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Rachel 1*844*332*2639 Ext 457

It was a beautiful spring day. So some friends and I decided to go tubing down the river. It’s a popular spot for high school and college students to hang out. And since it was spring break for many of the schools, it was so packed. The river was literally bumper to bumper tubes. It was wild too. People were partying like crazy on the water. I couldn’t wait to get out there and join them. I was getting lots of compliments on my indigo bikini, so I was feeling cute, lol. We finally got our tubes in the water and started to float down the river with the crowd. Some pretty belligerent guys started messing with me and my friends. But we just ignored them. I guess they didn’t like that at all because they started reaching over and trying to untie our bikini tops. We were trying to get away from them. But there were five of them and only three of us. Everyone was so loud and in their own worlds that no one even noticed. Until it was too late. They got away with all of our bikini tops. All we had on were our bottoms.

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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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Rachel 1*844*332*2639 Ext 457

Spring fever is making me so horny lately. All I can think about is sex. I find myself daydreaming about spring break. Some friends and I have a girls’ trip to the coast planned. I fantasize about all the sexy men that might be there. My friends are all thinking about cute college boys. But not me. I’m all about the silver haired married men that I can naughty with. It turns me on so much to flirt with them behind their wives’ backs. I love to see how badly they want a tight teen pussy. One of the things that turns me on so much about married men is that most of them haven’t had a young little pussy in many years. I love getting them harder and more turned on than their wives ever could. It’s so fun to see how men look at me when their wives aren’t looking. It gets me really wet to be honest. I can see the lust in their eyes. It’s a glimpse into what they want me to do for them and to them. And what they want to do to me. I’m here for it and so ready.

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Rachel 1*844*332*2639 Ext 457

“Rachel, see me after class” Professor Beckett whispered as he brushed past my desk. My heart immediately started racing at the thought of what on earth might happen next. And my pussy started getting wet in anticipation. But he didn’t lock the door after everyone was gone. He usually locks the door. But instead he came and sat down beside me. He began to explain that people like to talk. And somehow word had gotten back to the dean of the school that we had been messing around. I guess someone saw or heard something. So he said that there was only one way for him to keep his job and for me not to get expelled. He said it wasn’t easy to talk the dean into it, but he finally did. So he told me that I better not screw it up. He told me to go up to his office, get under his desk and wait for him. When he sits down at the desk, it’s my cue to unzip his pants and give him the blowjob of his life because Professor Beckett’s career and my education depend on it.

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Stella 1-844-332-2639 ext 322

I have always liked the dark side of control. Sometimes, I think back to the hallway of my old school, where the smell of chalk and old books mixed with the scent of my very hot teacher’s cologne. Mr. Harris was my English teacher for three years. He was kind, with a soft voice that could make Shakespeare feel like a whisper in a lover’s ear. To me, anyway.

After graduation I left the town. I moved to the city, and learned how to dress in black leather and how to make a command sound like a promise. I became a domme. This entire time, I kept Mr. Harris’s name in a notebook with his birthday, his favorite coffee, even the way he tapped his pen when he was thinking. It was a secret map, like a game that only I could see.

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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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Rachel 1*844*332*2639 Ext 457

Dear Diary,

I’ve managed to do it again. No matter how hard I try not to, I always get myself tangled up in such messes. Where do I start? Let’s start with my naughty uncle. He was my last resort to keep from having to move back in with my parents. So in exchange for him paying my rent, I have to stay in school and he has a key to my apartment. He can come in at any time, and I take care of all of his perverted needs. That led me back to the Becketts. What are the chances that Mr. Beckett took over teaching my course last minute? Not only do I have to deal with him again now, but also his crazy wife, and their cuckold marriage. But it also brought someone else into my life. That’s Brent Sterling, my landlord. I am so freaking infatuated with him. It’s really bad. He has a beautiful wife that treats him horribly and two beautiful kids. I literally can’t stop thinking about him.

Then there’s Mr. Martin, my dad’s friend. We grew up with their family and he’s like an uncle to me. But things have gotten weird.

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Amber 1-844-332-2639 ext 404

I have a serious thing for pantyhose. Not just an ‘Oh, these look nice with my skirt’ kind of thing. More like ‘If I could wallpaper my apartment with nude sheers, I absolutely would’ kind of thing. It’s an obsession, a fixation, a silky, glorious addiction. It started innocently enough. I had a preference for smooth legs under dresses. But then it escalated.

Now, the mere sight of a freshly opened packet of control tops sends a little shiver down my spine. The satisfying rustle as I pull them up, the way they hug every curve, the subtle sheen catching the light…it’s pure, unadulterated joy. I have an entire chest of drawers dedicated to my collection. Fishnets, opaques, sheers, shinies, matte, reinforced toe, open toe…you name it, I’ve got it, probably in three different colors.

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Rachel 1*844*332*2639 Ext 457

I love to be a good girl for daddy. It makes me feel so good to make daddy happy. And it makes me so excited to make daddy feel good. So when he told me that he wanted me to be daddy’s little slut for Halloween, I couldn’t wait. He took me shopping and bought me a lot of little slutty dresses and lingerie.

When we got home, he told me that the reason he got so many was because he wanted me to be his little slut from now on. I was just hoping that being daddy’s little slut was as much fun as being daddy’s good girl. Then daddy went to take a shower. I always like to peak in there and watch him. He was rubbing his dick, and it was getting really hard. When he got out, he asked me if I was ready to be his good girl. That always made me excited because I loved to suck on daddy’s dick and make it squirt in my mouth and all over my face.

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