Valerie 844-332-2639 Ext 243
Babysitters aren’t just for babies. Or toddlers or teens. I know what you’re thinking. “Yes, Val, that’s the point.” However, you’d be wrong if you thought like that.
Babysitters like me are also for the Daddies. Typically, by the time I’m hired, he’s so sex-starved that just breathing in his direction could make him cum in his pants. I give him much more than that, though, I promise you.
I love being a Mean Teen Redheaded Brat. Everyone tells me I’m supposed to be all sugar and spice and everything nice, but where’s the fun in that? So don’t be surprised when I burst out laughing when you show me that pathetic dick of yours. I bet it’s small and useless. And I bet it’s never brought a lady like me any pleasure at all. I might smack it in disgust. Then I’ll let you tell me what you desire, just so I can use it to manipulate you.
Oh yeah, I am a manipulative bratty teen, so don’t expect too much consideration, never mind respect lol. I will coo and whisper sweet nothings into your ear to get what I want, but then I’ll laugh at you for being so damn gullible. I’m just a teen and you’re a grown man, an adult, but you are so weak and pathetic before me.
Naomi 844-332-2639 ext 216
Sometimes, I like to be bad. Like, really bad. I want to do things that are so bad no one would admit those fantasies in public. Dirty Age-play with Accomplice is one of my favorite fantasies. You know what I mean. You and I are going to do something nasty to a little one. A young (you decide the age) girl, or hell, even a boy, virginal, innocent, and such a delicate body. Virginity that needs to be broken, innocent that needs to be ruined, and a delicate body that’ll never forget what we have done. Think of the shame and humiliation we’ll leave behind. Taking such a delicate, innocent virgin and turning them into a dirty obedient whore, perhaps. What will we do?
Tessa (1-844-332-2639) ext. 445
When I was younger, I always knew, I don’t even know how I knew, but I knew that I was daddy’s girl. He only took me to certain places, and did certain fun activities with me; no one else. He would come home from a hard day’s work, and bring me a cupcake, and he always knew what flavor was my favorite; strawberry cupcake with chocolate frosting. Yum.
Sometimes he would sit me on his lap, and put his arms around me with such warmth, bouncing me up and down on his knee… like I said I was his favorite. He didn’t do this with anyone else.
Fast forward to now, and guess what? I’m still daddy’s favorite. The other day he came over to say hi. We had lunch. I thought it would be fun to take a trip down memory lane, both of us, so I wore a super cute short skirt outfit, some stockings, and Mary Jane shoes. The look in his eyes when I answered the door was priceless. It was like I was young Tessa all over again. I looked up at him, and could just tell how happy and excited he was.
Mama Felicity 1844-332-2639 Ext 270
Have you met my little toy? He’s really the cutest thing. Dennis chose to be shrunken down to the size of an action figure, and my family adopted him. Together, we all take care of him and love him like a pet. He’s always getting into trouble and finding himself in messes she shouldn’t be in.
Like how last night, I was cooking dinner, and Dennis was playing on the counter. He climbed into the bag of shredded cheese and tossed out little bits of cheese to help make the cheesy garlic bread. Of course, this isn’t really the help I would have asked him for, but he just takes initiative and tries on his own. I had to fish him out of the cheese bag and dust his little body off.
Ariel 1-844-332-2639 Ext 290
I’ve heard from a few site dwellers that they’ve noticed me playing peekaboo with my body; keeping it hidden and under wraps. Today I’m here to tell you all about Ariel. What she likes, what she doesn’t like and what to expect from a session with her. I have absolutely no desire to engage in anything to do with forced play; either being forced or me forcing. Zero tolerance to violence against me in the sense of no slapping my face or spitting on me. Will not humiliate or degrade anyone, that includes sissification, and do not want to be humiliated or degraded.
Age play is off the table for me. I’ve done some older teenage chats but even that is few and far between. Please no animal discussion or talk of too many libations and what comes after. Anything to do with scat, water sports, aunt-flo or pads you can count me out. I refuse to be a Mommy figure or babysitter who changes diapers. There is no judgement from me, please don’t think that because I don’t engage I don’t appreciate or understand. Your kink chooses you, you don’t choose your kink. I know there are plenty of no holds barred ladies here ready to please you in all of the above ways I’m not willing to; please direct your needs for any of the above towards them. This may seem daunting and like if none of this is on the table then what is? Keep reading below to find out what actually gets me going and what kind of calls I’m into doing. 😉
Kayla 1844-33-CANDY Ext 357
Meeting a man’s family for the first time is always so nerve-wracking. The guy I’m seeing how his family has this tradition of going to Mass together every Sunday, and then they rotate who will host Dinner each week. Considering it was my boyfriend’s turn this week, he invited me not only to Dinner but to attend Mass with his family as well. Talk about sweating like a whore in church!
I made it through, though, unscathed! Everyone followed us back to his house, and he told everyone to relax. We were just going to change out of our Sunday best and be right back down to cook the meal for everyone. I was nervous, to say the least, but when we skipped up the steps and into his bedroom, something came over me. I watched him undo his belt, and I pushed him into the bathroom to kiss him deeply.
London 1844-332-2639 ext 439
This is the tale of the panty thief . Who was caught red handed sniffing my under wear . I never would have guessed in a million years . That my own family was the culprit . So imagine my surprise when I came home from work early . And found him on my bed with my dirty panties .
He had a silky red pair up to his nose . And my favorite lace black thong wrapped around his cock . His eyes were closed so he didn’t see me standing there . I stood there in amazement watching him sniff and lick the crotch .
While he jerked his swollen cock with the other pair . He was so into it that he never even opened his eyes . I quietly took out my camera phone and begin recording . Thinking to myself how I couldn’t wait to post this **** one tick tock . For the world to see . I also started to think about all my panties that had gone missing . Sine his arrival two weeks prior .
Finally after several minutes . He started to groan loudly and called out my name as he shot his sticky load . I giggled and his eyes shot open .
London 1844-332-2639 ext 439
My name is london . I love being a daddy’s girl . And I want every one that I fuck . To do my little pussy like a porn star . All the other kids always say that I’m spoiled rotten . But honestly they have no idea what it takes . To make a older man happy . Once every one else in the house is asleep . He comes to my room for his late night kisses .
Sometimes I act like I am asleep . But really I am always waiting up for him . My barely legal pussy throbs for my daddy. And I lay there waiting to feel him pull off my covers . I get so excited waiting to feel my his kisses . Because I know that next will come his big cock . It hurts so good . When he pushes it inside my tiny jail bait pussy . I always cum really fast . And daddy does too after a few pumps . But he is always so sweet . He goes down on me and cleans up every drop .
Taking his time licking me to another climax . Over and over again whileshe is in the next room . I know that she can hear us . But she doesn’t care .
Rita 844-33-CANDY EXT413
Geppetto, a master craftsman, had just finished painting the details of yet another sex doll’s perfect face. She slumped on top of his workbench. Her pale pink lips parted, ready to be penetrated, and her flat brown eyes starred through him. His thumb traced the curve of her lower lip, and he sighed. “You’ll make someone very happy.” He spoke to the doll, who would never be able to respond to him.
Then Geppetto stepped back and looked over the doll’s body. He designed her from the top of her lush brown to the tips of her manicured toes. He knew the weight of her breasts against his palms and the stretch of her hips, but he’d never be able to sample such a beauty. She was meant for someone else. Tugging his gaze away from his most beautiful creation, Geppetto looked out his window longingly. The north star blinked brightly back at him, and he closed his eyes to make a wish he never dreamed would come true.