My hot little naughty ass went out looking for a good screw. I needed a dose of some nasty fun. This time I really got what I asked for. I followed this guy back to his place. As soon as I walked in the door, he slammed my little teen body up against the wall and gave me a hard deep kiss. I pushed him away at first. He grabbed my face and said “I know you want my fat cock” He pulled me down the hallway to his bedroom. Ripping my clothes off and sitting on my chest, he ordered me to suck his cock. I did as I was told. Sucking the head and rubbing my tongue over his slit. Taking his balls in my hands and letting my warm mouth take him all the way as he moaned with pleasure. I sucked even deeper and harder stretching my mouth open. He pushed his cock to the back of my tonsils and finally came. I swallowed every last drop. I could see in his eyes he was no where close to even being done with me. He started probing my pussy. Shoving his fingers deep in me and spreading my legs wider, I knew he wanted more. He slapped the head of his shaft against my clit to be sure I was still wet for him. He slid his hands under my ass and trusted his pelvis forward working his thick rod deeper and deeper inside me. I gave in, swirling my hips in a circular motion taking it deep and fast. I could feel my pussy tighten and getting wetter. I could feel the orgasm coming. His warm cock throbbing inside me releasing his manhood. I couldn’t hold back. I released my juices as they drizzled down his balls.Monthly Archive for
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I love being a bad, naughty girl!
I was born to be that bad girl. I was born to push the limits. I was born to take things over the edge. I was born to drive guys crazy. I have this body that I know was made for sin. I believe if you’ve got something, you have to flaunt it. Why would anyone want to let something so good go to waste? I would be an idiot not to use this body for good. I would also be dumb not to use this sexy voice that I was born with. The fact that I have a sexy voice and it is only icing on the cake.
Why don’t you call me and find out what a bad girl I can really be, I won’t disappoint you.
I know that you go into my lingerie chest when I am at work. Don’t look so surprised. All of my panties are always bunched up, or not put away in the manner in which I put them. You see sweetheart, I am OCD. I have things just so, so when I see them out of place, even by a fraction of an inch I can tell.
At first I would just straighten them out, put them back the way I had them, thinking that when I closed the drawer they were getting caught and moved around. I have a lot of panties after all. Then I noticed that it was only happening to certain types of panties. The satin or silk ones.
I have to let you know that when it all came to me that it has been you Dear, is when I was cleaning your room, pushing the vacuum under your bed, the vacuum started to whirl. It had caught something up in the roller brushes, making it unable to run as it should. I pulled out the vacuum and there, wrapped around the bristles were a pair of my panties.
I knew right away, especially when I saw the stains on them. I knew exactly what it was you had been doing with them. You were running them over that little pink piece of boy meat of yours until you came in them. Weren’t you Darling?
I am not upset by this, no, not in the least. You were thinking of me when you were slipping in and out of that satin heaven weren’t you? That makes me smile. It’s okay, it honestly is. There is no harm, none what so ever in doing this. As a matter of fact, why don’t you come into my room, I just got back from the lingerie shop and made a few purchases you might be interested in. ~wink~
Annette
Wor’ship: n: 1.The act of paying divine honors to the Supreme Being; religious reverence and homage; adoration, or acts of reverence, paid to God, or a being viewed as God.
2. Obsequious or submissive respect; extravagant admiration; adoration.
So now you know what it means, it’s time to turn the word “Worship” from a noun into a verb and begin to Worship Me.
I will make it easy for you, tell you what I require. I am your Holy One, the Divine Goddess of your dreams. Yes, I am young, but I have been trained by the best there is, over a course of several years.
I do not yell, no need to. Do I get upset if assignments are not carried out? Do I get upset if you disobey Me? Do I get upset when you hold back from Me that which I have requests? The answer to all of those questions is Yes. But do I yell, never. There is no need.
I was raised in a home in which My Mother was a devout follower of WHAP (Women Who Administer Punishment). I remember her reading over the magazines. She acquired them from a estate sale, they had come in a trunk that she had loved at first sight. She bought it, brought it home, then spent a good amount of time going through it, only to find at the bottom a collection of WHAP Magazines. If you don’t know what they are, then google it.
Reading them in my bedroom set Me on the path of becoming and being a FemDom.
Don’t be afraid, allow yourself to Worship a Beautiful Goddess.
I await your call.
KoKo
What the HELL is your problem? You didn’t think I would find out? Oh shut up, you dumb cunt! I don’t want to hear you try to feed me another word of bullshit, you understand?
Stand up. I said, STAND UP! You don’t get to sit on my furniture, not any more. You think I’m kidding? Don’t you fucking dare try to come over here and touch me, you small dick wonder you. Oh, what? Did that hurt you? You getting pissed now?
I honestly don’t give a crap about how you feel. YOU and YOU alone fucked up. Get on your knees. That’s right, you heard me correctly, you get on those knees of yours and come over here in front of me.
You are so lucky I just don’t haul off and punch you in that smug face of yours. Seriously. Who the fuck do you think you are? You are nothing but a low life, money grubbing, douche. Now let’s get back to this thing between your legs. Oh sorry, did that hurt when I pushed the toe of my high heel into your nut sack? Okay, I’m not sorry at all. You really think all those times I laid under you so you could try to please me with that novocaine cock of yours that I enjoyed it? What’s a novocaine cock? That’s my pet name for you. Uh huh, been using it for a long time around my friends. It means that when you fuck me I don’t feel a thing. I only allowed you to because we were in a relationship, but I guess I was the only one who thought that.
You have no job, no money, no place to go, no car, and now what? You fucked it up my friend, royally. What’s this? Begging? Are you begging me to let you stay? Oh this is fabulous. Go on, more, more, come on do it like you mean it.
I’ll tell you what, since I bought all your clothes I want them back. I want every stitch of clothing taken outside to the curb in a trash bag, NOW! I don’t care if you are naked, not my problem, it’s yours, and I don’t care about your problems anymore. And after you do that, you can take your sorry ass out back. You want me to allow you to stay, I will, but on my conditions. You can stay in the dog house in the back yard. I’ll even get your own special dog bowl with your name on it. You can have what ever scraps are left over after I eat.
Don’t look at me that way, you are free to leave, you can go, but since you came into my house with nothing, you leave with nothing. I think you ditched those clothes you had after I started making the mistake of buying you new ones. But if you are to stay, then you stay on my terms. And since you acted like a dog, you get to be one.
Oh, wait, on second thought. Leave the clothes. I think I will give them as gifts to the men I bring in here from now on, who I will fuck night after night, and you can lay out in your palatial mutt shack and listen in.
Now GO!
(P.S. Can you all tell I have a roaring case of PMS? lol GRRRRR!)
The One and Only,
~M.M.~
I am always surprised when I get hit on in a club. HAHAHAHA! I am NEVER surprised when I get hit on. It happens a lot. I love it.
What makes me laugh the most is when my friends and I hit the clubs, and the young guys try to pick us up. And there all around us are these knuckled headed young girls, with the look on their faces of WTF? Makes me laugh every time.
Guys young and old know what hot is, and they have that instinct that tells them what pussy will put out, and what pussy won’t. And a little hint younger ladies, stop being such a bitch toward the men. You think some guy wants to fuck you with an attitude like that. You think you hurt them when you act all like they should be grateful you even said, No to them? Really?
Guys don’t want to work for gash, fuck no. They see something they want, they make small talk, they fuck. Simple. Guys want easy, after all it’s just a weekend, one night only fuck, they don’t want you to marry them for Christ sake. So loosen up, let your inner slut out.
Have a one night stand, have some fun, and stop being so much of a fucking cunt. And if you need some help with this, next time you see me out clubbin’ just come on over, I’ll have you skankin’ it up in no time.
Sammy































































































































































































