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Little Rachel 1*844*332*2639 Ext 457

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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Kayla Cumsalot 1844-33-CANDY ext 357

I met a man when I was younger, and he was older. A relationship that shouldn’t have happened produced a sweet bundle of joy named Candy. He married me and took care of me. Our life is so joyful and full of laughter. He works really hard, and I try to give him everything he craves. I came home from work one day to find him on the couch. I slid onto his lap and asked how his day had been.

“I’ve been thinking.” He said. My head leaned on his chest as I listened to his words. “All day, I’ve been thinking about the first time I taught you how to take my cock. How scared you were, but you did it because you knew how good it would make me feel.” I smiled up at him, remembering my fear and anxiety as he pulled his big cock free that first time.

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Daddy’s Girl

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Sawyer 1844-332-2639 Ext 455

There’s something incredibly exciting about having a daddy tell me what and when to do something. All I want to do is please him even when it’s not something I want to do. He could force me to do anything and I would still have a smile on my face. 

People often think the appeal is about obedience, as a daddy’s girl I think it’s about getting my pussy filled. If daddy wants it I’m giving it to him. It’s about knowing that Daddy takes charge, and there is no such word as no in the dictionary when he is around.

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Julie 1-844-332-2639 ext 453

“Dr. Julie, will you be my accomplice? I have a very taboo fantasy about my stepdaughter. Can you help me fulfill it?” His voice was hesitant yet hopeful.

As a phone sex therapist, I’m here to fulfill fantasies. So I would absolutely love to. I will start by taking her out shopping for a slutty little outfit. Would you rather her wear a short little dress or some tight little shorts? What do you think about a thin little white tank top to show off those budding little nipples? I knew you would like that idea. And of course I would never forget the cute little lacy panties.

Then I will begin to explain to her the importance of being a good little girl for Daddy. I will tell her how special it will make her feel to make Daddy feel better than anyone else ever has. She will be so anxious to make Daddy happy. And it will become just as much of an addiction for her as it is for you. Maybe even more so when she has her first orgasm and learns how good Daddy can make her feel.

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Melanie 1-844-33-CANDY ext 463

I was such a good girl for the end of school, so daddy told me he’d take me out for a sweet treat. He blindfolded me and put me in his brand-new Jag but wouldn’t tell me where we were going. After a few minutes of driving, we pulled into the parking lot, and he told me I could take off the blindfold. I looked around and right before my eyes was the sign to the local creamery, “Sweet Treats”.

Daddy got out of the car and opened my door for me, then held my hand all the way to the front counter. We picked out our favorite flavors and sat at an outdoor table. I had my legs crossed, but he still commented about how short my skirt was, since it was blowing in the wind at the moment.

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In a Magic Bottle

Kayla Cumsalot 1844-33-CANDY Ext 357

For as long as I can remember, long before I was old enough to understand what my heart’s desire was, I craved a Daddy Dom. But my wish wasn’t for the soft Doms I met online or even the depraved sadists I read about in my favorite smut novels. I longed for a man somewhere in between the two worlds.

A fantasy, surely, for where would a girl find a man who wished to care for her with a gentle hand? Yet wish to strangle every orgasm from her with the same strong fingers? As I grew, I gave up on my mythical Daddy dream. It’d never come true. There could be no man alive who’d keep sweet lovin Kaykay on her toes in the way she desired. Or so I thought.

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On Top Of The Mesa

Kayla Cumsalot 1844-33-CANDY Ext 357

The truck rumbled to a stop at the top of the Mesa, and he reached over to touch my cheek. I was looking out the windshield, in awe of the landscape under the setting sun. “It’ll be cold once the sun goes down.” His fingers trailed down my throat and tugged the collar of the jacket I wore. “Zip this up.” I nodded, and my fingers deftly tugged the zipper from my hips to my throat without ever looking away from the view before me.

I heard him chuckle and finally pulled my gaze away from the burning sky to focus on his face. “Ready, baby girl?” He slipped out of the truck when I nodded, but left the driver’s side door wide open. I watched him move around to the passenger side, then he pulled my door open. I turned my body to melt into his chest and slink down his front until my feet hit the dust-covered rock surface of the Mesa. His long fingers curled around my wrist and pulled my fingers to his mouth. “Be careful of the edge.” The look in his eyes was serious before he released me to explore.

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Face Fucked By My Father

Belle 1844-332-2639 X 444

Something scary happened to me, and I kinda want to talk about it. I need to process it, I guess, because I’m confused. It was scary, I mean, really scary, and I didn’t want it to happen when it was happening, but ever since, I can’t stop thinking about it. Like I’m waiting for it and…

Wanting it to happen again.

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Daddy’s Girl

Avery 1-844-332-2639 ext. 228

I’m a simple daddy’s girl who needs some big, daddy cock. That’s why I’m glad you’re calling me for some daddy daughter fucking because I’ve been thinking about your dick being inside of me 24/7 lately. Once a daddy’s girl gets her first real cock it’s hard to focus on anything else.

Do you remember the first time you fucked me daddy? You snuck into my room after mommy was asleep and you told me that you needed to talk to me about something. I was sleepy and confused, but you said to just relax because it was going to be a really fun conversation…

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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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