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There was no way I was getting out of this one. I had stupidly worn a hot little miniskirt I had gotten secondhand online, and of course today my professor was being a perv, more than usual. The skirt was cute, but this miniskirt was, shall I say, a little TOO mini? Normally that wouldn’t have bothered me but Prof. Smithers was a total weirdo. Any time he saw a girl come in wearing a cute short skirt or pants that showed off her ass really well, magically they had to be the one to go up and answer a question on the board. And that day was my turn.

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Panty Pervs At The Laundry Mat

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The washing machine in my apartment building stopped working, and our cheap-as-dirt slumlord hasn’t even attempted to replace or fix it, so my roommate, Kelly, and I decided we couldn’t put it off any longer. We’d have to go to the laundry mat. I’d never been to one, and the idea of my underthings tumbling around in the view of strangers made me feel a little icky. However, it didn’t seem like I had another choice at the moment.

We piled up our laundry baskets, a bottle of detergent, and a plastic baggy of dryer sheets into the car, then raided my piggybank for quarters. Kelly drove us as I tugged at the tiny booty shorts riding up my ass. I had nothing else to wear until my things were cleaned. As we parked in front of the shady building with people loitering outside, I began to feel more uncomfortable. I didn’t know there would be so many pervs at the laundry mat.

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Stranger Danger At The Waterpark

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Ok, I want you to imagine your family has season passes at your local waterpark. This is important because the more you go, the more comfortable your mom is with letting you wander. It’s a smallish park (I have Wet n’ Wild, Vegas in my head). It’s the middle of the summer, and she is lounging by the baby pools and jungle gym as you splish splash. After a while, you yell to her that you wanna go to the wave pool; she bobs her hand and mumbles, “I love you.” Permitting you to go alone.

You are wearing the cutest two-piece, bubble gum pink bikini with a little tutu-like skirt around your hips. What you didn’t tell your mommy was that you wanted to go to the wave pool because a man had been following you around the play section all day.

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