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My friends and I were so excited to go out and celebrate the end of finals. It had been a grueling past couple weeks of too much studying and not enough partying. So we were ready to make up for lost time. I invited my friends over to get ready at my place. So that we could pregame while getting ready together. We got dressed up in our little, short, body hugging clubbing dresses. And we were off to hit the clubs.

The guys were giving us tons of attention. We were getting so many free drinks. It was so much fun. So we decided to continue down to the clubs at the other end of the street. The vibe down there was different. It was quieter, more upscale, more mature. But we were having a good time. So we didn’t care. We just weren’t ready to stop partying. So we walked in. All eyes turned and stared at us. Suddenly we felt so uncomfortable. It was an elegant restaurant filled with very well dressed, older patrons. They were all looking down their noses at us like we were street whores. Compared to how they were dressed, I understood why.

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Cinco De Mayo

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Cinco de Mayo is always a big party at the breastaurant. And Taco Tuesday is always a good time. But combine the two, and all chaos ensued. As the lunch hour approached, I saw the line beginning to form. We were fully staffed. Everyone was scheduled and no one called in. I think we were all anticipating that the fifty percent off tacos, beer, and margaritas was going to bring a big crowd along with big tips. But I had never anticipated the number of people that were waiting at the door when we opened. No one was. I saw the owner’s eyes grow wide. Beads of sweat began to form across his forehead. Then he called a quick meeting in the hall. It was basically a pep talk. He told us that we really needed to hold on tight, step it up and bust some ass. The tips were going to be pouring in, and it was all going to be worth it when it was over. We all agreed and were pumped up to make some big bucks. So we tied up our little tops to expose as much cleavage and midriff as possible.

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It was my cousin’s birthday party. Everyone was there. Including my naughty uncle. I’d been kind of avoiding him. I’m sure he was wondering why. We have an agreement. He pays my rent and doesn’t tell my parents that I work at a breastaurant. In exchange, he gets to use my body any way he wants, whenever he wants for sexual pleasure and gratification. What he doesn’t know is that my landlord/sugar daddy “Brent” is no longer charging me rent. I think he suspected something with my uncle. But he doesn’t ask any questions. I’m scared to do anything to upset my uncle though. I can’t take the chance that he will tell my dad about my job. So I had to figure out how to handle my predicament.

I ran up to him and gave him a big hug. Then when no one was around, I apologized for being hard to reach lately. I told him that I had been putting a lot of hours in at work. And I had been studying extra hard for finals. He has no idea that I suck my professor’s dick, his wife’s pussy, and the dean’s dick in order to pass.

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I knew it was coming sooner or later. It’s no secret that I don’t do well in his class. I knew I was failing, again. So I decided to take things into my own hands and be proactive. The only way he’s going to pass me is if I do sexual favors for him. I didn’t want to wait for him to start demanding. I was surprised that he hadn’t already. But when class was over, he just stepped out of the room. So I got under his desk and waited for him to return. It’s a thing we do. I get under his desk and give him a blow job while he sits there. But students started pouring in for the next class before he did. Then I finally heard the door close. A woman’s voice began explaining that she would be teaching the class because Mr. Beckett had an appointment. I couldn’t believe it. It was Mrs. Beckett, his wife. How was I going to explain this? She had already caught us in the past. So of course she was going to know exactly what was going on. But the three of us have also done things together.

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April Fool’s Day is always so much fun to me. I love playing pranks, teasing people, and just messing around with them. I mean there’s nothing wrong with having some playful fun, right? Well there is this customer at the breastaurant that has been annoying me for months. He’s always so cocky. So I thought April Fool’s Day was the perfect opportunity to get him back.  It first started out with him teasing me with my tips. Like he would ask me if I really deserved the tip or mess around and say nah, I’m not gonna give you a tip. Then just laugh, like he thinks he’s funny. He’s not, he’s a total jerk. A total loser. So I decided that he needed a taste of his own medicine. I turned the tables on him. As soon as he started teasing me about my tip, I started flirting with him. He started telling me that I hadn’t worked hard enough for a tip. Instead of waiting for him to laugh at his own joke, I started giggling, acting like I thought he was so funny.

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Our spring break at the coast was wild from the start but it kept getting crazier as it went. My friends were out of control from the beginning. They were hooking up left and right. I was just looking for a Daddy. But all I could see was a bunch of teenagers. And that’s when one of them caught my eye. He was standing on the beach with a group of friends. His long dark brown bangs were swept to one side. And his confidence and charisma gave me older man vibes. I could tell that he was different from most boys his age. There was a maturity about him that stood out. There was something about him that had my heart pounding and my pussy dripping. When he said “hi”, I almost melted. We ended up sitting on the beach and talking for hours. He was so intelligent. I just liked hearing him talk. And he was so funny. He made me laugh so hard. But I knew we only had one night together. He was leaving the next day. Not only was he going to school in another state, but he was an exchange student from The Netherlands.

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I’m so glad that we decided to drive to the coast for spring break. Not only because a road trip is fun, but the airports have been a complete disaster lately. I’ve been looking forward to this girls’ trip with my besties for so long. And the credit card in my name that Brent promised came right in time for the trip. He told me to use it as I wish, to take my friends out to eat, go on shopping sprees, whatever I want. So we were taking our time. Stopping to shop and eat along the way. I thought I had been extra horny because of spring fever lately. But that’s nothing compared to my friends. They have so much pent up energy to get out. I think school has been really stressful for all of us. They haven’t gotten enough dick lately. Lol. So this was a much needed getaway. I just hadn’t anticipated how out of control they were going to be. Everywhere we went, they were flirting with all of the boys. A couple of them even hooked up with a few along the way. We are such little sluts. Barely legal, tight, teen sluts.

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Some friends and I have been planning a trip to the coast for spring break. So we decided to go shopping for bathing suits. And there was a new store in the mall that we wanted to check out. So we all met up at the food court then headed over there. Guys were staring at us, so we were playing around and teasing them. But what we weren’t expecting was all the young guys working at the store we went to. It does have stuff for guys too. But it was all guys working there. They were watching us pick out bikinis while whispering and giggling. There were only a few dressing rooms but one was oversized so we decided to just go in that one together. That way we could all try on all the different ones and be able to see them on each other. It was fun. We were figuring out which one of us each bikini looked best on. That’s when we realized that there were some cracks in the curtains and the guys were spying on us. So we decided to give them a show. We were basically giving them strip teases.

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“I love your cute little feet, Rachel.” He whispered through a perverted grin as his eyes fixed on my toes in my little sandals. The door swoops open from behind him and there stands Mrs. Sterling in a flowing caftan. She quickly invites me in. Brent clears his throat and tries to regain composure. They had invited me over for dinner just to show their appreciation. Celeste (as she insists I call her) told me that the kids love me so much that they are always asking when I’m going to babysit again. And they said that they never want another babysitter. I thought that was so cute. And so sweet of them to invite me over. But as I stood in the foyer removing my shoes, Brent couldn’t stop staring at my feet. I was sure that Celeste was going to notice. But she seemed completely oblivious. Then when Brent told me to sit next to him, I thought for sure she would be suspicious. But she just kept on talking, in her own little world. And she pretty much continued to blab on and on during the entire dinner. Meanwhile, Brent was getting pretty handsy under the table.

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I’ve always been a Daddy’s girl. But now I realize that I always will be. From the time I was very young, I’ve always been attracted to older men. I never ever had any interest in boys my own age. They are so immature. It feels like they are my brothers.  I need a man, a real man. I love for a Daddy to take over and have his way with me. I don’t know why, but it feels so satisfying when a Daddy uses my body for his intense sexual gratification. The dirtier, the better. The kinkier his fetishes are, the more satisfaction I get. Daddies get so excited to be able to fulfill their nastiest, most taboo fantasies with me. And that gets my little tight teen pussy dripping.

I used to flirt with all of my Daddy’s friends when I was younger. It was so much fun to tease them until they couldn’t take it anymore. I would see how far I could push them. Their dicks would start getting hard in their pants. Then they would start squirming. I remember one time my Daddy was having a Super Bowl party.

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