Category: Age-Play

Melanie 1-844-33-CANDY ext 463

Daddy was waiting for me in the kitchen as I snuck in past curfew. All the lights were off as I walked in, so I thought I got away with it, until I walked in and he turned on the lights and scared the crap out of me. “Hey daddy, what are you doing up so late?” “I should be asking you the same thing missy,” he said to me. I told him I was just out with my girlfriends and lost track of time.

He reminded me what was going to happen last time I was late, if I was late again. I cried and begged and said, “No daddy, I’m so sorry. Anything but that. I didn’t mean to be late again.” He apologized for what he was going to do, but he had to teach me a lesson, and I had to know he was serious or I would keep disrespecting the curfew.

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Little Rachel 1*844*332*2639 Ext 457

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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Junie 1844-332-2639 ext 397

I was going about my day like usual. After my run, I slipped off my shoes to air out my sweaty feet. Stretching out on the lawn the way I always do. That’s when I noticed a small blister forming, nothing major, just enough to make me pause and absentmindedly rub my foot, trying to ease the sting.

Nothing particularly exciting.

Then my phone lit up.

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A Distant Memory

Posted 2 weeks ago by Kara

Kara  1-844-332-2639 ext 306

Sometimes I find myself lying in bed thinking of the first time I had sex. It was not the typical story of an innocent boy and girl exploring. This was more of a scene from a hot, explicit movie. We were both attending the same school, and he was a few years older than I. I knew he had experience, and he was so hot I pretended I’d also done it before to seem more attractive. I’d played the scenes of raunchy movies over in my head to prepare as I lay in bed watching him undress. Even though it was a distant memory, I remember every hot and steamy detail down to the smell.

 

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Kayla Cumsalot 1844-33-CANDY Ext 357

“Please!” I wailed. My sweaty forehead dropped against my stretched-out bicep. A quick glance up proved the handcuffs looped around the grab handle of his F-350 weren’t coming undone any time soon. “Please, let me suck your cock!” I begged again as I tugged against the metal, hugging my wrists. I’d been pulling against them so much that red lines were appearing where the cuffs rubbed against my delicate wrist bones.

“No.” His voice was cool, calm, and collected when it washed over my exposed throat. He nibbled my overheated skin slowly as if he had all the time in the world to explore my body with his fingers and mouth. The toes of my sneakers barely scratched the surface of the dirt road he’d stopped in the middle of. Someone could drive by at any minute while he had me half naked, and handcuffed, dangling and on display from the passenger side grab handle.

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Danika * (844) 332-2639 x 466

My mother recently got married to a very handsome, very wealthy man. Ever since he joined our house, I have taken pride in being The Good Stepdaughter. Every chance I can get to be closer to him, and learn more about him, I jump on. Hopefully all of these steps I am taking will make it so I can jump on him. I’ve even started taking on chores I normally wouldn’t, all so I can get a chance to catch him in a private moment.

This wish was granted to me just this morning, dear diary, and it happened just being The Good Stepdaughter I am. I heard my new daddy start the shower, and I knew no one else was home, so I ran to my bedroom to put on a tight shirt and short-shorts, perfect for cleaning bathrooms without looking terribly suspicious. Quickly gathering the cleaning supplies I needed, I went to the bathroom located in the master bedroom. My heart was pounding in my chest as I got closer. I couldn’t believe I was about to go through with this. 

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Phonesex with Felicity 1844-332-2639 x 270

Hi Sweetie, listen, I’ve been doing some thinking, and this …gender…doesn’t fit you. Neither does this age. You’ve had your whole life to prove you could be a man, and well… you’ve failed. Terribly. You’ve never been able to hold a job, you can’t afford to live on your own, and your friends are just tired of your drama.

You need age regression feminization so you can start a new one! Come sit with me and drink this baby bottle. The warm, milky liquid inside is actually a magic potion that I just KNOW will solve all your problems. Drink it all up now, every last drop. There, THERE we go!

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Daddy’s Dick

Avery 1-844-332-2639 ext. 228

Anyone who claims they don’t love their daddy’s dick is a total liar. I’m a full-fledged daddy’s girl, and I have been for as long as I can remember. He loves it when I get really dirty with him because I always make sure I please him before myself.

My daddy’s dick is the first one I ever had and the one I still crave the most. We have a lot of hot daddies here at Tomsin too. Especially dominant ones, which are my favourite. I feel so loved with them because when I take care of their cocks, they take care of me in return. They even give me hot toys and make sure that I always have the best time with them, as long as I stay in line. I always do because I love being a good girl.
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Little Rachel 1*844*332*2639 Ext 457

Our spring break at the coast was wild from the start but it kept getting crazier as it went. My friends were out of control from the beginning. They were hooking up left and right. I was just looking for a Daddy. But all I could see was a bunch of teenagers. And that’s when one of them caught my eye. He was standing on the beach with a group of friends. His long dark brown bangs were swept to one side. And his confidence and charisma gave me older man vibes. I could tell that he was different from most boys his age. There was a maturity about him that stood out. There was something about him that had my heart pounding and my pussy dripping. When he said “hi”, I almost melted. We ended up sitting on the beach and talking for hours. He was so intelligent. I just liked hearing him talk. And he was so funny. He made me laugh so hard. But I knew we only had one night together. He was leaving the next day. Not only was he going to school in another state, but he was an exchange student from The Netherlands.

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When I Call You A Faggot

Lea 1844-332-2639 Ext. 244

All I wanted was some good pipe. I had heard that you could lay it down, so I invited you over. Yous a little younger than I normally like my meat but Sandra had told me how you blew her back out, and I needed some of that! I got you a little drink before we headed up to the room, but on the way, we bumped into my boy.

Now, I know he’s pretty and most people stop to admire that dark chocolate but you was doing more than admiring. I saw when you bit into your lip like you wanted to take a hunk outta my boy. That’s why when we got into the room and I gripped your already bricked up dick, I knew you was a faggot and said so. The look of confusion and excitement in your eyes woulda confirmed it if the flex in your dick didn’t.

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