Category: Age-Play

Trinity 1-844-332-2639 ext 285

I fucked him for revenge and I don’t regret it. He cheated. Lied. Thought I wouldn’t find out. So I called the one man he always hated. His rival. His opposite. Tall, quiet, intense—the kind of man who didn’t have to raise his voice to make you submit. The kind of man who never needed to lie. He just took. I invited him over. Told him the truth. “I need to forget him. Make me.”

He didn’t ask questions. He just shut the door and backed me into the wall, his mouth crashing into mine like punishment and relief at once. It wasn’t gentle. Not even sweet. It was war—and my body was the battlefield. He ripped my clothes off like they offended him. Bent me over the counter and fucked me like I wasn’t just someone’s ex—I was his now.

“Is this how he touched you?” he growled, slamming into me. “Did he make you scream like this?” I answered with moans. With nails digging into his back. With every arch of my hips that begged him to go harder. He gripped my throat—not to choke, just to own me. His free hand fisted my hair, yanking my head back Continue reading “I Fucked Him For Revenge” →

Trinity 1-844-332-2639 ext 285

He calls the shots and I love it. It starts with a look. Not the kind of look that asks. The kind that commands. The kind that tells you what you’re going to do—and you already know you’re going to do it. He was older. Powerful. Hands always in his pockets, voice low, calm… but his eyes? They owned me before he ever touched me.

“I see the way you look at me,” he said one day, closing the door behind us. “You want to be told what to do, don’t you?” I didn’t answer. I just dropped my eyes and nodded. “Strip. Knees. Now.” And I obeyed. God, I obeyed.

I knelt on the floor—bare, trembling, wet. He circled me like a predator with all the time in the world. He touched me only when he wanted to, how he wanted to. One hand in my hair, the other between my thighs. Every whimper was permission for him to take more.

“You’re not allowed to cum until I say so,” he warned. “Understand?” “Yes, Sir.”
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My Son's Bully

Mama Felicity 1844-332-2639 Ext 270

Sean isn’t the kind of boy who stands up for himself. He’s a bit of a nerd and very shy. Obviously, I was upset when he came home with a black eye. “What the fuck happened to your face?” I asked as I cradled his soft cheek and turned his head side to side. Of course, he told me it was nothing, just a boy at school.

A boy at school, my ass. This was unacceptable! It took a while before Sean finally gave me the boy’s name, but when he did, I was relieved that I knew his Father. I’d just call him up and get this all settled. No one was going to bully my boy.

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Last Sunday

Posted 4 months ago by Cory

Sunday

Cory 1-844-332-2639 ext 407

Last Sunday started like any other. I woke up early, made breakfast for Ronnie and his sister, and got them ready for church. “Here,” I said, handing Ronnie a crisp twenty-dollar bill. “This is for the church donation. Make sure you put it in the collection plate, okay?” “Yes, Mama Cory,” he chirped, grabbing the money. His sister, always the responsible one, nodded solemnly. Off they went, all sunshine and smiles. I trusted them implicitly, or so I thought.

A few hours later, they returned. His sister, bless her honest heart, pulled me aside as soon as we were in the kitchen. “Mama Cory,” she whispered, her eyes wide. “I saw Ronnie at the candy shop across the street from the church after Sunday school! He was buying a whole bag of jawbreakers!” My heart sank. The donation money! I felt a surge of disappointment and a familiar maternal irritation bubbling inside me. Guiding an Abie to do the right thing can be incredibly hard, y’all! “Ronnie!” I called out, trying to keep my voice even. “Come here, please.”

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Stinky Mr. Pampers Wrecks Our Brunch

Kayla Cumsalot 1844-33-CANDY Ext 357

There are many ways to enjoy a weekend, but one of my favorites is inviting the girls over for brunch. Mercedes and Diana are such great company; boy, can they gossip! We huddle around the little patio table, sharing tea and cock stories while stuffing ourselves full of little biscuits and cookies. Normally, that’s how our bottomless mimosa brunches go, but today, I was stuck babysitting Mr. Stinky Pampers.

If you’ve been around here for a bit, then you’ve probably figured out how this stinky winker got his nickname. HE is one of the smelliest babies around! Oh, sorry, I mean smelliest BIG BOYS, around. The girls and I were talking about the latest stud Mercedes had bent over her bed while Mr. Stinky Pampers was playing with his little toy trucks. Or so we thought he was playing… Until the smell hit us!

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Rachel 1*844*332*2639 Ext 457

I am so excited and feeling optimistic. I know now that it’s most definitely going to be a Hot Girl Summer. This is a new start for me. I finally see light at the end of the tunnel. My parents aren’t going to be able to control me anymore. I know I will be able to support myself if I get this job. Then I can drop out of college and finally have the life I’ve always wanted. And this looks like the best job ever. It’s definitely for me. The dress code is lingerie which is perfect since I have a lingerie addiction. I’ve spent so much on lingerie and have tons of it. It’s all working out the way it’s supposed to. I can feel it. The girls are having so much fun! The atmosphere is so exciting. Everyone is happy. The music is upbeat. It’s the place for me. I asked if they were hiring. The hostess went to get the manager. Then she came back and told me that I was going to do a video interview. She gave me a uniform which was a little top and shorts. Then took me to a back room.

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I've Got The Goods

Lea 1844-332-2639 Ext. 244

Bad men need a supplier. Sometimes the things that turn us on are frowned upon. Even illegal. That makes the hunt for what you want so much more frustrating, but look no further, baby. I’ve got the goods.

I’ve told you before, my house is the one everyone flocks to. All ages be hanging out, all hours of the day and night. It’s as if their parents don’t have a clue where they are, or worse, as if they don’t even care. That makes it so much easier for me to convince those abandoned little sweethearts to do things they don’t want to. They’ll do anything I say for a bit of parental love and affection. Can you see how that would make me the best supplier?

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Anna 844-332-2639 EXT. 203

Mommy Anna and her girlfriend woke up in the morning only to find the nursery door left ajar and Victoria Kate missing. Mommy Anna immediately became upset, jumping to conclusions and assuming that Victoria Kate was up to her old ways again. She ran downstairs only to find her baby girl’s stuff still there. Her girlfriend said that she forgot to give Victoria Kate her age regression treatment last night but whispered that she had a plan, reassuring Anna.

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Rachel 1*844*332*2639 Ext 457

Come join us for Game Night!! It’s going to be so much fun!! Let’s talk about fetishes and test your knowledge. Just remember that there’s no googling allowed. And you are only able to win one game per month. But if you do win, you get a free 15 minute call. You can choose from any of the Candy Girls that are in the chatroom during the game. It does not matter what your fetish is, the Candy Girls are ready and waiting to explore it with you. We have experience with all kinds of fetishes. And we get into so many different fetishes ourselves. So you do not want to miss out on this opportunity to win a free call. Even if you don’t win, it will still be fun. You can learn more about the Candy Girl’s fetishes by paying close attention to their comments during the game. Hehe!

Some of my favorite fetishes and roleplays are age play, family fun, daddy/daughter, uncle/niece, schoolgirl, girl next door, babysitter, forced play, being dominated, feet fun, adult baby diaper lovers, lingerie, toys, jack off instruction, cum eating instruction, cross dressing, and the list goes on and on. Let’s play soon!

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Is There A Tag?

Mama Felicity 1844-332-2639 Ext 270

You were lying on the couch, minding your own business, when I waltzed in. “Baby, can you help Mama with something?” I’m pretty sure I saw your eyes roll, which seems to be your constant state with me lately. We used to be so close, and now you’re constantly annoyed with me. I needed to find a way to bring us close again, and I think I found a way. I turned my back toward you and leaned over the arm of the couch a bit, flipping up my dress to expose my round ass in the tiny pink thong.

“Mom! What the hell?” You ask, bolting up right, but I noticed you can’t look away.

“Is there a tag in my panties? Something is poking me and it’s so annoying but I can’t find it. Can you look for me?”

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