Author: Rachel

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Right as I was about to doze off, I heard someone unlocking my front door. Only two people have the key to my front door, my landlord and my uncle. Once inside, he yelled “Your rent is past due Rachel”. While that sounds like something my landlord would say, I could tell that it was my uncle’s voice. And besides, that’s not the way Brent Sterling handles things. For all I know, I could probably live here rent free. After all, I am fucking my married landlord. But I made a deal with my uncle. He will pay my rent if I stay in school and let him do whatever he wants with me sexually whenever he wants to. So he usually shows up unexpectedly and unannounced. Last time he caught me with Mr. Martin. He wasn’t too happy about it. So he had his way with Mr. Martin. And Mr. Martin went along with it because he didn’t want to take a chance that my uncle might say something to Mrs. Martin. I heard footsteps, then saw my uncle’s figure standing in the doorway.

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I love fucking Daddy so much. When I hear his voice, I feel a naughty surge of energy. It’s because his voice is so soothing. It makes me feel so safe and protected. And that makes me so happy. It gives me a cozy feeling inside that makes me want to get closer to Daddy. I love how it feels to snuggle up next to him. He loves it when I rub my little butt on his big dick. It gets so hard. I love to make Daddy happy. Then he asks me if I want to be a good little girl for him. Of course I always do. So he slowly slides my panties off. Then he feels my butt, caressing it with his big, strong hands. I wiggle closer towards him as I feel him slip a finger between my butt cheeks and slowly down to my little pussy. Daddy’s fingers are so big. Before I know it, Daddy is taking off his underwear and asking me if I want to taste his dripping dick. And I always love to taste it. He tells me to suck on it like a lollipop. So I do.

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It was just a typical Titty Tuesday when my phone rang. “Rachel, can we do a video cam call on teams?” he asked me in a very meek voice. I told him that I would love to. But I wasn’t prepared for what happened next. When he took off his pants, I needed a magnifying glass to see it. It was the most itty bitty, tiniest penis I have ever seen in my life. I told him that it couldn’t even really be classified as a penis. That thing was way closer to a clitoris. So I told him that from now on, he’s going to refer to it as his clit. I also told him that from now on he should wear panties and learn how to have sex like a girl. So I made him go get a pair of his wife’s panties and her smallest dildo. Then I told him to get some lube. I had him put the panties on so that I could take pictures of him in them.

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I came in Santa Claus’ lap. That’s when I first realized that my attraction to white headed older men was intense. It may even be a fetish. As far back as I can remember, I would get so excited to go see him. Not excited like most kids, excited sexually. At first, I just felt so safe and secure in his big, strong arms. Then somewhere along the line, that turned sexual. I remember sitting on his lap in my Sunday school dress and my little silky panties. The way his soft velvet pants felt against my little pussy made me want to rub it back and forth. Then I felt his hard cock protruding through them and rubbing on my little ass. That really turned me on. My little panties were so wet.

I would lay in bed at night and fantasize about Santa Claus. Most kids would fantasize and dream about what Santa was going to bring them. But I would dream about what I wanted Santa Claus to do to me. I can’t tell you how many times I played with my pussy while thinking about Santa.

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Finals are coming up and I’m extremely nervous. I’m so scared of what the consequences will be if I don’t pass. Professor Beckett knows I’m struggling, of course. So he asked me to stay after class. He told me that he wanted to help me. After the semester I had been through, he wanted to ensure that I pass the final exam. He invited me over to their place for tutoring.

I arrived ready to study. But it didn’t take long for me to realize that they had a different kind of tutoring in mind. Mrs. Beckett was in a silk robe sipping on a glass of red wine. He told me to have a seat. Then he proceeded to tell me that Mrs. Beckett had a lot of pent up sexual energy that needed to be released. That’s when he walked up behind her and opened up her robe. She spread her legs. And he said “See?” I looked down at her pussy and she looked very horny. It was so wet and swollen. And her clit was so hard. I wondered why Mr. Beckett hadn’t taken care of her.

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Mr. Martin came into work the other night. He’s my dad’s close friend, like an uncle to me, and about three times my age. But I’m so attracted to him. We flirted all night. The sexual tension was so hot between us that we ended up back at my place. We were barely in the door before we started ripping each other’s clothes off. I felt his hard on through his pants and couldn’t wait to get it out and finally see it, taste it, and feel it for the first time. It was so hard and big. As soon as I got it in my mouth, I heard someone unlocking the front door. There are only two people that I know of, that have a key to my apartment. My sexy landlord and my naughty uncle. I for sure didn’t want it to be my landlord because he was having an affair with me and I’m so completely infatuated with him. But I didn’t want it to be my uncle either. He’s paying my rent in exchange for my barely legal, tight, teen pussy whenever he wants it. I was so scared frozen with his dick in my mouth.

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It had been a few months since Mr. Martin came into my work. He was one of my dad’s best friends. We grew up very close to his family. He was like an uncle to me. But when he came into the breastaurant and saw me working there, everything changed. The first time he was meeting with another woman there. Of course he wasn’t expecting to see me. So the next time he came alone, gave me a big tip and made a deal with me. Our secrets were safe with each other. He knew that I do not want my family to know where I work. And I knew that he does not want his family to know that he was on a date with another woman.

Then when I was least expecting it, there he was. He requested me to be his server. Luckily it wasn’t very busy because he was in the mood to talk. He wanted to know how long I had been working there, how school was going, and where I was living. I wasn’t sure why he was suddenly so interested in every little detail about my life. But he was very flirtatious.

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As I sat in the dark room, I wondered why I agreed to participate in the Beckett’s Haunted Mansion. There was a thunderstorm outside. So lightning would light up the room periodically. When it did, I couldn’t help but get scared of my own reflection in the mirror. The Raggedy Ann costume looked so demented. As did all of the hundreds of dolls around the room. I sat in a corner trembling  as I heard screams from the other rooms. I was to blend in with all of the other dolls then pop out and scare them. But when I heard the door open, I froze. I heard men’s voices. They were laughing and talking about how they’ve always wanted to fuck a doll. I remembered reading about agalmatophilia. Then they walked right up to me. One turned on the flashlight on their phone and shined it right on me. He started touching me and telling the other guys that I was so realistic. Then they started touching me as well. I was too scared to move. Luckily, he put the phone down, so I was able to blink and breathe. But then they began groping me.

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The Becketts’ Haunted Mansion has been a tradition for several years now. I wasn’t able to make it last year. Every year they select students that they want to help. They take it very seriously. The students that choose to participate have to go to their house for orientation, training, and rehearsal. Then they have to commit to volunteer every weekend of October. This year they chose me! At first, I didn’t know if I could handle the time commitment with my job. But they told me that they wanted me to be an evil Raggedy Ann doll. They told me that I was perfect for the part, and that I looked so much like Raggedy Ann, and no one else would cut it. So I finally agreed to do it. I have to admit that it sounded like a lot of fun.

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I went to a crazy college party over the weekend. You’ll never believe what happened. First of all, I couldn’t believe that the party was across the street from the Becketts. The Becketts are my professor and his wife. I started wondering if they knew my friend’s parents. And I started getting worried that they may tell them that their son had a party while they were out of town. I even worried that they may have their phone number. But I didn’t want to say anything because I didn’t want any questions asked about how I know where the Becketts live. I haven’t told anyone about my naughty little relationship with them last year. No one knew I was doing things with him in order to pass his class. Then his wife found out and got involved. I thought that was all in the past. But sure enough, he ended up having to step in for the professor that was going to teach the class I’m taking this year. And they invited me over for dinner a couple of weeks ago. That’s when Mrs. Beckett pulled me aside, slid her hand up my thigh….

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