Author: Krysta

Krysta 844-332-2639 Ext. 410

Flog Me, Daddy, Please!

There’s a room and my stepdad’s house that I’m not supposed to go in. My mom says it’s for his special things, and only certain people are allowed to go in. I really hate being kept out of places in the house I’m living in; it doesn’t really seem fair. Like, what if it’s dangerous? What if it’s something the police should know about?

 I have a right to know what’s in my house, and because I feel that way, when everybody was gone, I picked the lock to the secret room at the back end of the house. So when I open the door I was shocked by what I saw.

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Krysta Naked at the convention

Krysta 844-332-2639 Ext. 410

I see there’s a convention in town later this month. And that can only mean one thing, time for me to find a new outfit and heels to show off at the hotel bar across the street from the convention center.

I used to book a room, but that became redundant and boring. Much more fun to have a bed riding on seducing a convention goer into bringing me back to his room.

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Krysta 844-332-2639 Ext. 410

Have you ever been so desperate to masturbate that you’d experimented with strange things to find a better way to get off? So, like I had to go home for the weekend, and the airline lost my bag. I always travel with my handy bullet-sized vibe, but I found myself in this rental house with NOTHING to stuff in my pussy. Sure, you’re thinking, “But, Krysta, why didn’t you just use your fingers?”

‘Cus they just don’t hit the spot! I have short little fingers, and I’m used to playing with big toys and even larger boys. I snooped the house; seriously, If I had found the homeowner’s dildo, I’d have used it, but the selfish bitch must have taken them with her. She had NOTHING in the house to stuff my pussy with… except for what she had left in the fridge.

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Krysta 844-332-2639 Ext. 410

Recently, I’ve been feeling like I need to tighten up my body. I love being a BBW teen, but I want to be healthy too! So I started cooking and eating clean and also working out. My Dad, a chef, has been such a big support by helping me grocery shop and cook. Of course, I wanna share my fitness journey with my social media, so I was recording myself this morning while making a smoothie.

Dad was in the kitchen with me cooking his own breakfast, but he stayed out of my way as I zipped about. Nearly finished and ready to go, I excused myself to use the bathroom and forgot to turn my video off. When I returned, I just stuffed my phone in my leggings and kissed Daddy goodbye. He handed me my smoothie, and off I went.

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Krysta sees your future in her crystal ball

Krysta 844-332-2639 Ext. 410

At a small town fall festival, you see a mystical tent. Purple drapes of fabric flutter in the breeze, slowly lifting open enough to give you a glimpse of what’s inside. A beautiful gypsy woman dances rhythmically, surrounded by twinkling fairy lights. Without realizing it, you walk toward the entrance of the tent. A scent hits your nose and pulls you in even closer. Before you know it, your hand is lifting the heavy fabric that makes up the doorway, and you duck your head to enter.

The gypsy woman twists her body in your direction. She’s wearing baggy harem pants that hide the curves of her thighs but the fitted hip scarf she wears jingles with the layers of coins and tassels dangling along her legs. Her rounded belly is visible under her sparkly bra top, and her head is wrapped in more beautiful scarves. She holds a hand and curls her fingers to suggest you come closer. “Come…Krysta can see your future.”

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Krysta 844-332-2639 Ext. 410

The neighbor who lives to the left of my mom’s house is disabled. He uses a high-powered wheelchair that helps him out a lot because his hands and feet never grew properly. So, being the nice girl I am, I stopped by his house the last time I visited my mom and asked if he had any chores or things I could help him out with.

I think he was joking when he said, “I’d give you my Olive Garden gift card for a blowjob.” He laughed after he said it, but I guess he didn’t know how much I love those damn breadsticks cus I told him he had a fucking deal! My disabled neighbor was about to get blown for an Olive Garden gift card.

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Krysta 844-332-2639 Ext. 410

“God, babe! You’re so wet for me. This is so hot.” My newest bitch boy says as he spreads my legs and leans in to lick over my swollen pussy lips again. I throw my arm over my face, so he doesn’t see me laughing. I’m not all that wet for him; it’s just the creampie leaking from my stuffed teen pussy that he’s lapping up. Laying on my back, looking down at the bitch between my legs, makes me giggle. He’s been devouring me for at least twenty minutes and seems to have no clue.

He looks up at me, his face smeared with the remnants of my last hookup, ” I don’t think you’ve ever been so soaked! What’s changed?” He asks so innocently and kisses my thick thighs.

Should I tell him?

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By Mean Lil Krysta 844-332-2639 Ext. 410

Travis begged me to humiliate the fuck out of him, and I’m always happy to oblige such a request. So I asked three of my hottest girlfriends to come with me to his house. When we got there, he was nervous; I guess he didn’t expect me to bring an audience. “What will you have me do, Mistress Krysta?” His voice shivered as I walked around him, tapping my finger to my chin.

“Well, undress first, loser. Let’s see what we’re working with.” Katie, Melissa, and Steph got comfortable on the loveseat as I pushed Travis to the center of the living room.

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By Mean Lil Krysta 844-332-2639 Ext. 410

My little cousin isn’t so little anymore. He’s taller than me by like a foot now. I haven’t seen him for a while, but we used to be super close, so I was thrilled when my mom said Ben and his were coming for the weekend. They arrived, and I ran right up to hug him. A weird buzz skimmed over me when he pulled me into his chest. I tried to laugh it off, but I kept feeling it any time he looked at me as the day went on.

Mom and auntie Becky wanted to go shopping, and Ben asked if we could stay home to watch this new movie that just started streaming instead of going to theaters, and of course, they said yes.

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jailbait

By Krysta 844-332-2639 Ext. 410

There was a rumor going around town that a bad man lived in the house next to mine. A man who would do really bad things to really sweet girls. The police knew he liked curvy snacks that were much too young for a bad man like him to be tasting. However, they could never find any proof.

They needed some teen jailbait and knew just who to ask.

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