Tag: BBW Teen

Krysta 1844-332-2369 Ext.410

Hurry up! Get in here! You are already running late, and there is so much to do! What do you mean, “What is there to do?” I told you that you’d come over, and I’m giving you a makeover for the date I planned for you! The real man will be here in a few hours, and you need to appear to be a real woman. Chop, chop!

Oh, don’t tell me that you don’t want to go on this wonderful date. If you don’t do as I say, I’m going to send those photos to your wife. Accompanied with the pair of panties you came in. She won’t know YOU were the one wearing them. She’ll instantly think you were cheating on her with me. Since we’re avoiding that little situation, let’s get you into the bubble bath I’ve drawn for you so we can shave those long legs for your date.

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Krysta 844-332-2639 Ext. 410

One day, Zoey and I were hanging out, munching on snacks and just relaxing. We had cookies and chips and cupcakes and candy bars. Every snack a girl could imagine was spread out before us while a true crime doc played on the tv. It made my chunky heart so happy when Ian offered to pay for a friend and I to binge. I love nothing more than feasting! After a bit, Zoey leaned back and groaned as she undid the button on her jeans. “Gah, why did you let me eat so much?” She squeaked and rubbed her swollen tummy. My phone beeped and I had a text from Ian.

“Make her eat it all.” Ian’s text read.

“Oh, no! Not yet you haven’t.” I grinned and dipped a chip in queso then hovered it to her mouth like an airplane. “We still have so many snackies.”

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Krysta 844-332-2639 Ext. 410

Having a slave is much like owning a pet. While they are really only around to entertain you, in exchange for their loyalty, you have to do certain things to take care of them, like feeding them and taking them for checkups. Daily walks and bathing them, all those chores become the owner’s responsibility.

However, when you own a human male, the care seems never-ending! You must milk them now and again, or they get incredibly stupid and whiny! They can not focus on the smallest of tasks unless their balls have been drained. This can also be a fun little punishment when you announce that because of bad behavior, they’ll only be “milked to denial” this week.

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Umm, No

Posted 7 months ago by Krysta

Umm, No

Krysta 844-332-2639 Ext. 410

Umm, No. I see that you must have thought I was kidding when I said you were no longer allowed to wear boys’ clothing. Sorry, Sissy! It wasn’t a joke at all—no more boxers, not a single pair of briefs. From now on, you are only allowed to wear GIRLS’ clothing. That’s right; I didn’t say women’s; I said girls. That means training bras and cartoon cotton panties.

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Krysta 844-332-2639 Ext. 410

Someone asked me the other day if I liked guys with little dicks. WHO the FUCK does?! Seriously dude. Not even YOU want to look down at that little thing. But I have just the way to freshen your day! I told him to grab a tube of toothpaste and a bottle of water and then to call me. He sucks, so of course, he didn’t call, but I can’t stop thinking about how I wanted to punish him for having a small penis.

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Kiss me while I bust your balls!

Krysta 844-332-2639 Ext. 410

Dueling sensations can be so fun. Just like with temperature play, mixing up your emotions can heighten your pleasure. That’s why I want you to kiss me while I bust your balls. Picture this,  you and I have just had a great night out. Maybe at a Christmas party or a wonderful dinner, just the two of us. As soon as we enter the door, we start to make out.

That passionate, wild type of kissing that gets your heart pumping and starts to make you sweat. My hands struggle with your shirt while you tug at my dress. Soon I’m only in my bra and panties, and you’re just in your boxers. Our tongues tangle together madly both of us begin to pant. For sure, it’s going to be an incredible suck session. My teeth nip at your lower lip which makes your cock swell against my hip. Someone likes a bit of pain, and I’m more than happy to deliver it. That’s when my knee crashes up into your balls for the first time.

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Christmas Thief gets frisked

Krysta 844-332-2639 Ext. 410

“Miss, What’s in your shirt?” I ducked my head and continued to walk through the crowd. Maybe if I pretended I didn’t hear him, I could lose him. “Miss!” He shouted louder, and the fucking crowd parted like the red sea. Leading him right to me. The mall security guard gripped my arm and pulled me against his firm body. “Good evening; you seem to be in a hurry?” His expression was stern as he growled down at me.

“Um, no. Just finishing up my Christmas shopping. Have a good night.” I tried to jostle my arm out of his hold, but he had a firm grip. He sucked air through his teeth and shook his head. I was so fucking busted. At least if I were going to be frisked, it would be by this hot security guard, not some fat, smelly loser.

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Krysta 844-332-2639 Ext. 410

I don’t like to tell this story, but I think if I do, it may save just one little girl or boy from going through what I did. So, I’m going to be brave and tell you about how the grinch stole my virginity. Just like every Christmas eve before, my mom told me to go to bed early so that Santa could come. She would always say, “He knows when you are sleeping, and he won’t bring you any gifts if you are awake.” I didn’t understand why Santa had to be so sneaky or why he didn’t want to be seen, but I tried to go to sleep as she said.

Only I wasn’t tired. I never go to bed early, plus I was so excited about my possible presents that it was nearly painful to close my eyes and lie still, but I tried! I squeezed my pillow tight and closed my eyes, willing the night to pass quickly!

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Krysta 844-332-2639 Ext. 410

Have you ever been so desperate to masturbate that you’d experimented with strange things to find a better way to get off? So, like I had to go home for the weekend, and the airline lost my bag. I always travel with my handy bullet-sized vibe, but I found myself in this rental house with NOTHING to stuff in my pussy. Sure, you’re thinking, “But, Krysta, why didn’t you just use your fingers?”

‘Cus they just don’t hit the spot! I have short little fingers, and I’m used to playing with big toys and even larger boys. I snooped the house; seriously, If I had found the homeowner’s dildo, I’d have used it, but the selfish bitch must have taken them with her. She had NOTHING in the house to stuff my pussy with… except for what she had left in the fridge.

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Krysta sees your future in her crystal ball

Krysta 844-332-2639 Ext. 410

At a small town fall festival, you see a mystical tent. Purple drapes of fabric flutter in the breeze, slowly lifting open enough to give you a glimpse of what’s inside. A beautiful gypsy woman dances rhythmically, surrounded by twinkling fairy lights. Without realizing it, you walk toward the entrance of the tent. A scent hits your nose and pulls you in even closer. Before you know it, your hand is lifting the heavy fabric that makes up the doorway, and you duck your head to enter.

The gypsy woman twists her body in your direction. She’s wearing baggy harem pants that hide the curves of her thighs but the fitted hip scarf she wears jingles with the layers of coins and tassels dangling along her legs. Her rounded belly is visible under her sparkly bra top, and her head is wrapped in more beautiful scarves. She holds a hand and curls her fingers to suggest you come closer. “Come…Krysta can see your future.”

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