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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.

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Amber 1-844-332-2639 ext 404

My heart was pounding with anticipation. The hotel room was dimly lit, with candles and red rose petals scattered across the floor. Ten men stood there, waiting for me. I took a deep breath, my mind racing with excitement. We planned this months ago and the wait was almost too long to bear. The thought of ten cocks all to myself made my pussy quiver like never before.

As I entered the room, the men’s eyes were locked on me. I felt like a goddess, and I knew that tonight, I was going to have the time of my life. I slowly undressed, revealing my curves and my smooth, soft skin. The men couldn’t take their eyes off me. I started rubbing my clit, feeling the heat building up inside me.

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What Lurks At Night

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Like a whisper of the wind, you can almost convince yourself it’s nothing. The way it prickles along your skin is like a warning sign of danger to come. Try as you might, you can’t shake off what lurks at night.

A sensual demon slipped through your subconscious as you slept. Feeding you lustful thoughts you are ashamed of. Images of the young. The supple. The forbidden. You hate how hard it makes your cock, but you tell yourself, “It’s just a dream.” Remember what they say? What’s done in the dark always comes to light.

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His Sole Purpose

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The sole purpose of a pet is to bring me comfort and joy. So it didn’t matter to me if Peter was busy or relaxing. I was horny, and that meant he had a job to do. Sauntering through the house, completely naked, I looked for my little pet. I didn’t call out to him; he’d be easy enough to find. The dotting little mutt never wandered far from me.

The kitchen tile felt cool on my bare feet as I padded through toward the living room. Just as I suspected, Peter was stretched out on the floor with a throw pillow from the couch propping up his head. He loved to lie on the floor. He said it reminded him of his place. My cute little pet was doomscrolling on his phone with his earbuds in. He didn’t look up to taggle his tail or make any acknowledgment of my presence, so he must not have heard me enter.

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My Husband’s Dick

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Have I ever told you about how much I hate my husband’s dick? Well, lately he’s been really irritating me more than usual so I had to take back control of the situation. A few weeks ago, I caught him in a very compromising position. Jerking off, yet again.

He’s always had a problem with jerking off too much. And when I say too much, I mean it! Even with a hot wife like me who puts out more than just occasionally, he still jerks off ALL the time. It’s like he’s a teenager who just discovered his dick for the first time.
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I smoothed down the frayed hem of my cutoff shorts, letting my fingers linger on the tattered band patch sewn onto them. Another city, another arena, another high that pulsed through me like the bass line thrumming through the floor. I wasn’t some starry-eyed fan at the barricade; I was part of the chaos, an honorary member of the circus.

My life was a blur of tour buses, grimy green rooms, and the fleeting intimacy of late-night hotel rooms. Some girls want the ring, the white picket fence. Me? I want the next gig, the next scream from the crowd, the next chance to lose myself in the primal rhythm of a live show.

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Amber 1-844-332-2639 ext 404

“Jason, I have to tell you something,” I say, nervously. He looks at me, his blue eyes wide with surprise. “What is it, Amber? I take a deep breath, mustering up the courage to say what I’ve been wanting to say for years. “I’ve always had a crush on you. And I know we’re cousins, but I can’t keep it inside anymore.”

Jason’s face turns bright red, and for a moment, I think he’s going to protest. But then, something shifts in his expression. He looks at me with a hunger that takes my breath away. “Fuck, Amber,” he says, his voice thick with desire. Before you know it, he’s on top of me, his lips pressed roughly against mine. I moan into his mouth as his hands roam my tight little body, roughly groping my breasts and ass before lefiting my skirt and plunging two fingers into my asshole.

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Zesty Zoey 1-844-332-2639 Ext 403

The ordination of the consequences of my choices were proximate to my being bratty with Sir.  Sometimes I just get caught up in the moment and my mouth gets me into more trouble than I had originally planned.  Though sometimes, that’s still a positive outcome for me.  This, however, was not to be one of those times.

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Bathroom Strip Down

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Janey and I entered the school bathroom during fourth period. She was telling me about Bradly stuffing his tongue in her cunt at the lake house last weekend, when we heard a shuffle sound. We both paused and looked at each other. Was someone else in the locker room? Everyone who wasn’t skipping should be in class.

I bent down to look under the stall and sure enough, there was a pair of scuffed-up boy sneakers. “What the fuck?” I laughed and grabbed the ankle of the person hiding in the stall. “Janey, I think we have a fucking perv in here!”

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No one knew where she went. One day she was laughing and joking with her friends, and the next, no one had seen her. The community was quickly called in to help in the Missing Francie case. The poor girl’s mother was in tears every time she retold the story of the last time she’d hugged her girl. Your arousal spiked every time you saw her wet face appear. She looked so much like her Daughter. You had thought guilt would pick at you, but it never came.

Days, weeks, months. Not a single trace of the girl could be located. You watched the news nightly, waiting to see if any new developments would come to light. Everyone was missing Francie, except for you.

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