Tag: BBW Teen

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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By Mean Lil Krysta 844-332-2639 Ext. 410

Travis begged me to humiliate the fuck out of him, and I’m always happy to oblige such a request. So I asked three of my hottest girlfriends to come with me to his house. When we got there, he was nervous; I guess he didn’t expect me to bring an audience. “What will you have me do, Mistress Krysta?” His voice shivered as I walked around him, tapping my finger to my chin.

“Well, undress first, loser. Let’s see what we’re working with.” Katie, Melissa, and Steph got comfortable on the loveseat as I pushed Travis to the center of the living room.

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Krysta 844-332-2639 Ext. 410

You’ve made a BIG mistake, Daddy. I’ve told you several times now, I’m a big girl, and I’ll do as I please! Don’t take my toys away! If I wanna stay in my room and masturbate all day on the phone with random men, I should be allowed! But you never stay in your lane, Daddy. You overstepped and cleaned out my room while I was out with friends.

You stole ALL of my vibrators and other fun sex toys. Someone is going to have to teach you a lesson, and I’m happy to do the job.

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Helping

By Krysta 844-332-2639 Ext.410

Grandpa is old. He lives in this smelly place with other old people. My Daddy makes me go visit him once a month cus he says one day he won’t be here no more. Today was my day to go in, and I always get really bored there cus he doesn’t even have a TV!

He was laying on his bed when I came in and looked really uncomfortable. He smiled so big when he saw me and waved me over to him. I sat near his hip, and he patted my hand. “Krysta, my dear. I need your help. You like helping grandpa, right?”

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Krysta 844-332-2639 Ext. 410

I’ve been a bitch, I know it. But I enjoy watching your face get all twisted up as I poke all your hot buttons. You don’t like being called old? Too bad. You are. Nearly older than dirt. You don’t like when I tell you Your dick’s small? Too bad, you shoulda grown a bigger dick. I just enjoy so much being a big girl bully. What are you gonna do to make me shut my mouth, huh? You wanna titty fuck a mean teen?

Admit it; you like it too. The harder I push your buttons, the harder you wanna shove me down, strip off my clothing and punish me for being a bad girl. It makes me wet when you finally snap and have taken as much of my sass as you can!

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Krysta 844-332-2639 Ext. 410

There’s a place just out of town where all the locals get together. Just an open field in the middle of nowhere. Everyone parks in a giant circle, and they turn on their K.C. lights. Someone blasts their stereo, and we escape from life under the stars. Every weekend, it’s the same ol’ faces. Small towns are like that. Everyone knows everyone, and everyone’s dated everyone else. Except for tonight, there’s a boy in the circle I’ve never seen before.

Some stupid girl brought a new plaything, not realizing I’d set my sights on him. Silly girl didn’t even consider he’d be stolen by a BBW teen. I felt his eyes on my curves while I danced on the back of someone’s tailgate. Every sway of my hips and bounce of my tits, he was watching. I waited till she wandered off into the field with her friends for a bathroom break and curled my finger to call him over.

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Ass For Gas

Posted 2 years ago by Krysta

Krysta 844-332-2639 Ext. 410

Look, I’m not very good with money, okay? So I spent the day out of the house, driving around and shopping. I went from one side of town to the other and then wanted to go back to a store on the other side. So I got a coffee, waited in the long-ass drive-through line, and drove all the way back. It’s been getting hotter, so I left the car running with the A.C on while I shopped. I mean, who doesn’t like a chill car when you get back from trying on a ton of outfits?

On my way home, the stupid orange gas light came on. Daddy normally fills the tank for me, but I guess his dumbass forgot. So I whipped my pretty little car into the gas station and parked at the pump. It’s been forever since I pumped my gas, so I was shocked when I saw the price per gallon! Are you fucking kidding me?!

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