Author: Krysta

Bitch Slap Gone Sexy

 Kinky Krysta 1844-332-2639 Ext.410

At this frat party, Tommy said when his Dad snuck him into the strip club, he watched the dancers have a slap fight contest. The guys asked for all kinds of details, and Tommy sighed, “It’s hard to explain. You really just got to see it to know how fucking hot it is. These topless bitches just wailing each other in the face to see how tougher.” He pushed his fist into his mouth and groaned while rolling his eyes back in mock pleasure.

I have a super crush on Tommy, and I leaned on the back of the couch and shrugged. “I’d slap a bitch for a date with you?” The group ohhed and ahhed, and Tommy turned back to look at me with shocked eyes.

“Bet.”

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That's Not You Anymore

 Kinky Krysta 1844-332-2639 Ext.410

David sat in my passenger seat, dressed in white pantyhose, a pink dress over a very large, stuffed pushup bra, and a blonde wig. I reached over and grabbed his chin, saying, “Purse your lips so I can put more lipstick on you.” He was visibly shaking but did as I asked.

“Mistress, I don’t think I can do this.” His eyes tried to look toward the house we were parked in front of. I told him an old friend of ours wanted to fuck my sissy, and he was so turned on by the idea of getting cock that he didn’t stop to think I may have meant one of his VERY good friends.

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He kneeled blindfolded with his hands behind his back on my dorm room floor. “Bounce bitch.” I barked as I buckled the thicker strap-on harness over my hips. The tall, pink dildo impaled in his ass was still mostly visible. Lazy fucking loser.

I stomped over and pushed down hard on his shoulders. A strangled whine exploded from his lips as the dildo filled him. I giggled as his tied-up cock flexed under the tightly tied red ribbon. “Awh, what is it? Is the dildo too big? Too bad! Bounce on it and prepare that tight little boy pussi cus this one is twice as thick.” I slapped his tear-stained face with the cock swinging from my harness.

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Krysta 844-332-2639 Ext. 410

Bukkake is fun, like a shower of cum. Everyone loves a good, warm shower. Now, I usually would be the one laying on my back with twenty guys jerking off over my face, but today, it’s your turn. You can stop saying no because I don’t really care. This is happening whether you like it or not.

I’ve already got the hotel room booked and the boys lined up. I’ve expressed to them that you are a no-limits kinda sissy, so make sure you douche before we go!

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Secret Fat Girl Fetish

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Ever since you can remember, you’ve had a secret. While all of your friends were bragging about bagging a cheerleader or some other preppy twig bitch, you were repulsed. Turned off by the defined muscles in their arms and tight little tummies. It made you feel ashamed that you couldn’t share with them your secret fat girl fetish, so you stayed quiet.

I’ll bet they thought you were jealous when, in reality, you just wanted more cushion for the pushing.

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Diapered Waitress

Kinky Krysta 1844-332-2639 Ext.410

I work at one of those titty sports bars in town, you know, the ones where the waitress wears tiny shorts and light white crop tops. The shirt struggles to hold my massive BBW teen teens, but the extra cash is worth working nearly naked. During my last few shifts, I have been so busy serving tables that I’ve not had time to use the bathroom! It’s so embarrassing to admit that I’ve pushed the limits so much by the end of my shift; I’ve dribbled in my panties a little.

I can’t risk an accident at work, so tonight I’m going to wear a diaper under my hot shorts. Do you think any of the customers or other girls will notice a diapered waitress?

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Beach BlowJobs

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I’ve been dating this really sweet guy for about a month now. He truly spoils me! He’s forever telling me how beautiful my body is and how I shouldn’t let anyone’s opinion on my weight ever mean anything to me because I’m so gorgeous. It’s crazy how comfortable he makes me feel.

When he invited me for a weekend at the beach, I didn’t hesitate like I normally would. There was no need to be nervous about being in a bikini in front of him because he always made me feel so beautiful. I wanted to make him feel as special as he makes me feel so when we got to the beach and hardly anyone was on the sand yet, I knew it was the perfect time to surprise him with a beach blow job.

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Daddy and I were supposed to go somewhere for his work today. It was super duper, really important, but I didn’t want to go. I was getting anxious and nervous about all the people I wouldn’t know and whether Daddy would be too busy talking to them to remember to watch me. Instead of getting dressed like I was supposed to, I lay on the bed, on my tummy in just a little G-string, kickin’ my legs as I scrolled my phone.

Daddy came into the room dressed in a sexy suit and tie. I did my best to pretend I didn’t know he was looking at me. “Why aren’t you dressed?” His voice was annoyed, and I shrugged. “Krysta, if you make us late, I’ll punish you.” I shrugged again and watched from the corner of my eye as Daddy moved to the end of the bed and snatched my ankles. One in each of his big hands, and he hauled me back until my pussy plowed into his crotch. “Being bratty today, are we baby girl?”

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Daddy's Little Jackoff Model

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When I arrived home from my spring formal, the house was loud. Male voices boomed with laughter, and a haze filled the foyer as if they were smoking in the living room. I peered my head around the door jamb and called softly, “Daddy?” He and six of his friends were sitting around the living room with drinks and cigars in hand. I waved my hand in front of my face to clear the smoke and asked, “Where’s Mommy?”

“Come in, baby.” Daddy beamed and patted his thigh. “Come sit down, Krysta. I want to show you off to my friends.” I walked through them, feeling all of their gaze travel over my big tits and my short dress as I took a seat on Daddy’s lap. “Isn’t she the perfect little Jackoff model?” My body went ramrod stiff as they all laughed.

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Little Krysta's Business Endeavor

 Kinky Krysta 1844-332-2639 Ext.410

Oh, hey, hi. So you know how the price of everything is going up, but people still want to spend money on things from the beauty industry? Well, I’ve been broke for a while now—like broke, BROKE—and as an independent woman, I decided to come up with a business endeavor that would solve all my problems.

I needed something cheap to make but that people would buy. I read somewhere that some women pay a lot of money for cum facials. I guess the protein-packed boy load smoothes out wrinkles and slows the aging process. As soon as I read that, I knew I could literally use you to bottle liquid gold!

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