Tag: barely legal

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He likes my feet, of all things. It was bikini week at work again. I had a customer that was telling me about how he’s a content creator. He said that he likes to help girls get started on subscription only websites. Supposedly he helps them make a lot of money selling content. I began to wonder if he was at the breastaurant to scout out new girls to promote.

When it was time for my break I headed out to take a quick dip in the pool. I got out so that I would have time to dry off before my break was over. By that time he had made his way outside. He was just watching all of the girls. Then he called me over to talk.  He told me that he knew how I could make some serious money. And there wouldn’t have to be any nudity involved. And I wouldn’t even have to show my face. This all sounded so perfect for me. But I wondered how on earth I would be able to do that. That’s when he told me that it’s my feet. He told me that I have the cutest little feet.

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Rachel 1*844*332*2638 Ext 457

Things just keep getting crazier at work. I’m starting to build up a clientele and get some regulars. But I’ve been getting some crazy requests. Believe it or not, a lot of couples come in. Some of them are looking to party and have threesomes. While others are in a cuckholding relationship and want me to take part. Then there are the sleazy guys, the married guys, and the very kinky guys. You wouldn’t believe the requests I get. Let’s just put it this way, it’s whatever you can conjure up in your most wild imagination, and a million times more. I’ve had some really bold customers that just come in and tell me that they want to fuck me. The first time it happened; I was so shocked and speechless. He asked me what time I got off because he wanted to be there to pick me up. It was so scary. He was so creepy. He asked for my phone number and I panicked. I gave him a fake number. He left. Then I got paranoid that he would be infuriated. But thank goodness I haven’t seen him since. But I have had some really kinky customers.

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Rachel 1*844*332*2639 Ext 457

It was bikini week at work. All the girls were so excited. We even got to take a dip in the pool while we were working if we wanted to. I had no idea that the customers were going to get so crazy though. They were grabbing our asses and asking us to flash our tits. I mean don’t get me wrong; the customers are always crazy and pretty bold. But they were extra. I guess they can’t handle seeing hot, young girls in bikinis, lol. There were a couple of guys that were being very flirty. They were sitting at the bar. I couldn’t help but notice how they kept watching me, whispering to each other, and laughing. But we were really busy, and I was focused on my tables. I forgot all about them until I saw them later. They were outside by the pool. Of course they were belligerent. But again, I went about my business. I was trying to finish up with a couple of tables so that I could go on break. And as soon as I did some of the girls were asking me to go into the pool with them.

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Prom is supposed to be a magical experience! Dressing up like a Princess to dance all night with my friends until my feet hurt. Then my handsome Prince is supposed to whisk me off to a lookout somewhere and deflower me in his Daddy’s car. Only that isn’t what happened!

My fucking Prince got wasted on spiked punch and passed out in the boys bathroom. His teammates drove us home, and I was left to end my Prom night with mascara tear streaks down my face and my virginity still intact. I wobbled into the house, carrying my high heels in one hand and wiping my eyes with the other. Tears blurred my vision so much that I walked right into my Daddy’s chest.

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Rachel 1*844*332*2639 Ext 457

I’ve been at my breastaurant job for a few weeks now. It’s been an eye opening experience to say the least. I never realized it would be so crazy. But now everything is making so much more sense. The hiring manager pretty much informed me that in order to succeed here, I would need to do special favors for him. Right at that moment I thought about how friendly he is with all of the girls. Now I know why. They all have “special” relationships with him. At first, I didn’t think that I wanted this. But after I started getting some big tips from regulars, I reconsidered. Also the girls say it’s worth it and that he’s not that bad. And they told me that the assistant manager used to be a server. That’s how she got promoted. Now I know why she turned her nose up and treated me so rudely when I started. The other girls told me that she’s so jealous of all the other girls. And she tries to come in even on her days off because she wants to make sure he’s not having sex with anyone else. But that doesn’t stop him.

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Aynsley 1-844-332-2639 Ext. 459

 Oh, I’ve been such a naughty little brat again, haven’t I? I know I deserve to be put over your knee for a good, hard spanking. My skinny jeans hug the curves of my 20-year-old college body, but they won’t protect my bottom from your strong hands.

I can already feel the stinging from your fingers gripping my ass, pulling my cheeks apart. There’s a growing bulge in your pants brushing against me as you position me in your lap. I tremble in anticipation, knowing I’m about to get the punishment I so desperately need.

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Rachel 1*844*332*2639 Ext 457

I had been at my new job at the breastaurant for a little over a week and I was loving it. My manager told me that he likes to check in with new girls to see how everything is going and answer any questions. He told me to meet him in his office after my shift. I was excited to tell him how much I was enjoying my job and how appreciative I am for him taking a chance on me. But when the other girls saw me heading back to his office they were acting so weird. It was like they knew something that I didn’t. So I started getting nervous that he was going to fire me or something. Maybe everyone already knew except me. I knocked lightly on the door. He yelled to come in. So I did. He told me to have a seat. So I did. Then he asked me how everything was going and how I liked the job. I told him that I loved it and that I was so grateful. He told me that he was very pleased to hear that. I was very relieved that he seemed happy with me.

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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.

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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.

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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” →