Bethany1-844-33-CANDY ext 260
I am daddy’s Passenger princess.
We had a long road trip ahead of us. Driving all the way to Granny’s. It was a 12 hour ride, and we were all packed, ready to go. Just me and my daddy. I loved our daddy and daughter trips. We always have our one on one time in the car on trips together. Singing songs, trivia, and good laughs.
Cory 1-844-332-2639 ext 407
They say I’m an Amazon, a Giantess, and they’re not wrong. At six-foot-seven, I literally tower over most people in our world, especially the ‘Littles’ like my Dad. He’s not just short; he’s perfectly proportioned, just small. Like a doll-sized person. And in our world, women like me? We run the show. We always have.
I was supposed to be packing for university, dreaming of dorm life and lecture halls. But Dad was panicking. “Who’ll help me reach the top shelf, darling? Or drive me to the market? Or even get me up onto my bed?” He meant it. He really can’t manage those things alone. His little hands struggle with the steering wheel, and a standard bed frame is like a mountain. So, he made me an offer: stay home, and I’d be in charge. The house, the finances, everything. For an allowance, of course. A sizeable one. That clinched it. College could wait.
Zesty Zoey 1-844-332-2639 Ext 403
Daddy told me that my skirts were too short. I thought about my skirts compared to other girls’ skirts. I tried to explain to him that it’s the fashion. If I don’t wear the same skirts as the other girls, they’ll make fun of me. Daddy told me he didn’t care and that I dressed like a little slut. I gasps in shock at his words and tried to defend myself. But Daddy told me that it was too late, his mind was made up. Since I insisted on dressing like a naughty cock tease, he planned to show me what happened to girls like that.
Bethany 1844-332-2639 ext 260
Hey everyone, I am Bethany 20 year old freaky college student. I am going into my second year of college this fall. This year , I had a ball. You know how people say what happens in college will stay i college and this was the best year of my life! I have meet some really hot guys, I have also had my very first lesbian kiss, and my very first threesome! Lets just say I am a freaky college student!! College has unleashed my wild side, brought out my slutty slut inside of me that was hiding this whole time. I found out my secret talent is college too, I have no gag reflex and I can literally swallow a cock right down to the bottom of my throat. My very first experience in college was with my freshman biology instructor. He is the one who created this freaky college freshman. As the year went on, my sexual appetite grew more and more everyday, I am a little SLUT, . i have realized how submissive that i can actually be, and being a good girl, just makes my orgasm more harder, and intense.
Anna 844-332-2639 EXT. 203
Daddy was downstairs doing the laundry. He sighed when he got to the pile which was Anna’s. How on earth did she get away with this? He couldn’t remember if she talked him into doing her laundry, or it just sat there so long he decided to just do it since he was doing everything at once anyway. It was then he noticed that this was no ordinary pile.
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.”
That’s when the game really began. He bent me over his desk, tied my wrists behind my Continue reading “He Calls the Shots—And I Love It”
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.
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!
1844-33-CANDY EXT 423
The elevator doors slide open, revealing the expansive marble floors of my sugar daddy’s penthouse. I step out, heels clicking against the cool stone, and I can feel your eyes on me, hungry and eager. I turn to you, a smirk playing on my lips. “You know what I want for dessert, don’t you?”
You nod, a mix of anticipation and nervousness in your eyes. That look on you is absolutely lovable. I walk over to the plush couch, my dress riding up slightly with each step, giving you a teasing glimpse of my thighs. I turn around, my back to you, and slowly unzip my dress, letting it fall to the floor in a pool of silk. Then I step out of it, standing in nothing but my black lace thong and heels.
“Come here,” I command, my voice firm yet inviting. You approach me, your eyes roaming over my body, taking in every curve and line. I turn around, my ass now facing you, and I bend over slightly, giving you a perfect view of my ass. “You know what to do,” I say, looking back at you over my shoulder. Continue reading “Dessert for My Sugar Daddy”
Kayla Cumsalot 1844-33-CANDY Ext 357
I’m a big girl now. Like the biggest, really! I can do so many things all by myself, like go potty without anyone to wipe me, but I guess Daddy forgets that because he stormed into the bathroom the other day while I was going number one. It was right before I planned to get into the shower, so I was sitting on the potty all nakie and ya know, doing what I had to do.
Daddy doesn’t allow locked doors in his house, but when doors are shut, everyone always knocks first. Daddy didn’t knock. He burst right in and my little knees snapped closed while my hand flew over my little boobies. “GET OUT!” I squealed and rocked back on the potty in fear. Something in the way Daddy was looking at me wasn’t right, and it scared me.