Author: Rachel

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I went in to talk to the admissions counselor at the cosmetology school the other day. 

“Mr. Steel will see you now Rachel,” his assistant smiled and led me to his office. Suddenly I was getting so nervous. I don’t know why. It wasn’t like it was a job interview or anything. When she opened the door for me, he stood up behind his massive desk. My heart skipped a beat. He was uncomfortably good looking. I blushed fifty shades of red and could barely look him in the eyes. It must have amused him judging by the satisfied smirk on his face. I don’t think I’ve ever felt that intimidated in my life. Something about him made me feel so tingly inside. Sitting across that massive desk from him made me feel so small. He walked over to his computer and tapped a few keys on the keyboard. I couldn’t believe what popped up. He had a video of the day that I squirted in the instructor’s face when I was Brandy’s model for her waxing exam.

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Well, it was time for a visit with my naughty uncle. It’s been a year since we began our arrangement. Which was that he wouldn’t tell my parents about my job at the breastaurant and he would pay my rent IF I stayed in school and let him use my body for his sexual gratification any time he wants. He has a key to my apartment and shows up in the middle of the night frequently. But this is the deal. My landlord is also my sugar daddy. So I don’t even have to pay rent. And ever since I was Brandy’s model for her cosmetology school exam, I can’t stop thinking about it. The way she pulled that wax strip off of my pussy and made me squirt in the instructor’s face was so fucking hot. I want to do that every day. But I want to be the one making people squirt. I want to be a wax technician. So I’ve decided that I want to go to cosmetology school. I just had to figure out how to tell my uncle without upsetting him. He still could tell my parents about the breastaurant.

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Last night I went to the cell phone store for an upgrade. Brent, my sugar daddy/landlord, told me to put it on the credit card he gave me. He told me to get the latest version that I had been wanting so badly. I was so excited because I could’ve never been able to afford it myself. The store was really busy. The manager was working his butt off. He kept looking over at me like he felt bad that I had been waiting for so long. Then he finally got a break. The way he looked at me told me it was my turn. Then he walked over to me and asked how he could help. I told him what I wanted. And just like that he was headed to the back to get my new dream phone. I was tingling with excitement. Before I knew it, he was back with my phone. I watched as he opened it. It was so beautiful. He turned it on and asked me to log in so it could transfer the data from my old phone. All of a sudden my nude pics started flashing across the phone, one after another.

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A friend that I grew up with was having a birthday party. I didn’t want to miss it. But the problem was that her parents were throwing the party and they recently moved a couple of hours away. Luckily they offered their place to anyone that needed somewhere to stay. So I made the drive on a beautiful sunny Saturday morning. The party started that afternoon and lasted late into the night. Her parents went all out. It was really amazing.Their house was fabulous as well. But I just couldn’t get to sleep that night. So I decided to go down to the kitchen to see if I could find something to help me sleep. But as I walked down the hall I heard voices. They were getting louder as I approached the french doors at the end of the hall. They weren’t fully closed so I could hear the voices loud and clear. It was my friend’s voice. I wondered what she was doing up so late.Then I heard her mom’s voice. She was saying “Suck your Daddy’s dick”. I couldn’t believe my ears. So I peeked through the narrow opening between the two french doors.

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I was invited to a bohemian style wedding. And I knew just the place to find the perfect dress. Gypsy’s Vintage Boutique. It was perfect timing because Gypsy has been asking me to come back to play with her and her husband Nomad. If I can get a free dress, even better. After all, when I met them during the spring hailstorm, she promised. She told me that I could have a free vintage wardrobe if I keep getting Nomad’s dick hard. It was the first time he had gotten hard in years. Gypsy had tried everything. (I included the links to the spring hailstorm at the bottom of this blog).
She told me to be there after they closed so we could have the store to ourselves. When I got there, once again, the mood was set with burning incense, herbal tea, and funky instrumental music playing in the background. But this time she had curated a whole rack of dresses for me to try on. She had everything set up right there, not in a dressing room. They were going to be my audience. That was obviously planned on purpose to get Nomad aroused. But……

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My friends and I needed a night out to celebrate the end of finals. We felt like we had earned it and deserved it after the study crammed past few weeks. So we got dressed up in our little body hugging, clubbing dresses. You know, the slutty kind that barely cover our asses. We set out to party.

First, we hit all of our regular spots and got tons of free drinks everywhere we went. We were feeling good and we weren’t ready for the partying to end. So we walked down to the other end of the street. We noticed the vibe was more mature and upscale, but we didn’t care. We giggled our way through the massive doors and were met with a quiet, elegant atmosphere. All of the older patrons’ judging eyes were looking us up and down. Suddenly we felt so embarrassed and uncomfortable. We turned to dart back out the door. But I heard my name. I turned around and it was Mr. Peterson, my dad’s friend from church. I couldn’t believe we ended up in his restaurant. And I began to panic because I knew my parents might be there. I couldn’t even look.

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My friends and I were so excited to go out and celebrate the end of finals. It had been a grueling past couple weeks of too much studying and not enough partying. So we were ready to make up for lost time. I invited my friends over to get ready at my place. So that we could pregame while getting ready together. We got dressed up in our little, short, body hugging clubbing dresses. And we were off to hit the clubs.

The guys were giving us tons of attention. We were getting so many free drinks. It was so much fun. So we decided to continue down to the clubs at the other end of the street. The vibe down there was different. It was quieter, more upscale, more mature. But we were having a good time. So we didn’t care. We just weren’t ready to stop partying. So we walked in. All eyes turned and stared at us. Suddenly we felt so uncomfortable. It was an elegant restaurant filled with very well dressed, older patrons. They were all looking down their noses at us like we were street whores. Compared to how they were dressed, I understood why.

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Cinco De Mayo

Posted 3 months ago by Rachel

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Cinco de Mayo is always a big party at the breastaurant. And Taco Tuesday is always a good time. But combine the two, and all chaos ensued. As the lunch hour approached, I saw the line beginning to form. We were fully staffed. Everyone was scheduled and no one called in. I think we were all anticipating that the fifty percent off tacos, beer, and margaritas was going to bring a big crowd along with big tips. But I had never anticipated the number of people that were waiting at the door when we opened. No one was. I saw the owner’s eyes grow wide. Beads of sweat began to form across his forehead. Then he called a quick meeting in the hall. It was basically a pep talk. He told us that we really needed to hold on tight, step it up and bust some ass. The tips were going to be pouring in, and it was all going to be worth it when it was over. We all agreed and were pumped up to make some big bucks. So we tied up our little tops to expose as much cleavage and midriff as possible.

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It was my cousin’s birthday party. Everyone was there. Including my naughty uncle. I’d been kind of avoiding him. I’m sure he was wondering why. We have an agreement. He pays my rent and doesn’t tell my parents that I work at a breastaurant. In exchange, he gets to use my body any way he wants, whenever he wants for sexual pleasure and gratification. What he doesn’t know is that my landlord/sugar daddy “Brent” is no longer charging me rent. I think he suspected something with my uncle. But he doesn’t ask any questions. I’m scared to do anything to upset my uncle though. I can’t take the chance that he will tell my dad about my job. So I had to figure out how to handle my predicament.

I ran up to him and gave him a big hug. Then when no one was around, I apologized for being hard to reach lately. I told him that I had been putting a lot of hours in at work. And I had been studying extra hard for finals. He has no idea that I suck my professor’s dick, his wife’s pussy, and the dean’s dick in order to pass.

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I knew it was coming sooner or later. It’s no secret that I don’t do well in his class. I knew I was failing, again. So I decided to take things into my own hands and be proactive. The only way he’s going to pass me is if I do sexual favors for him. I didn’t want to wait for him to start demanding. I was surprised that he hadn’t already. But when class was over, he just stepped out of the room. So I got under his desk and waited for him to return. It’s a thing we do. I get under his desk and give him a blow job while he sits there. But students started pouring in for the next class before he did. Then I finally heard the door close. A woman’s voice began explaining that she would be teaching the class because Mr. Beckett had an appointment. I couldn’t believe it. It was Mrs. Beckett, his wife. How was I going to explain this? She had already caught us in the past. So of course she was going to know exactly what was going on. But the three of us have also done things together.

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