Author Archive for Torrie

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Christmas Comes But Once A Year

                   You poor man, you get it only on your birthday, and Christmas.  Sort of sucks to be you! I never really understood why, till today.

Hiding passwords from me is useless.  Why do you think your house is never clean when I am done? It’s because  I play on your computer all day, and there is no way you will get away with telling me to stop it. Getting nervous, are you? You know exactly what I saw.

This is how it is going to go from here on.  You will do the work for me, and pay me triple. You will service me, and my boyfriend whenever we say. If you don’t, I will show everyone just what I saw on your computer. 

                   You seem to doubt me? Are you trying to like touch me or something? I guess I need to refresh your memory. Let’s turn this on.

Oh look here!  You down on all fours with your face in a dog bowl.  Is that Michael from school? Oh, wow it looks like someone loves it up his flabby ass. You are now down on your knees, and Michael is sitting on your face, and…..OMG!!  Did you just eat that.  Oh dear, where are my manners? Let me pull down my shorts, and give you something to wash it down! 

 

Written By: Teen Torrie
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Torrie’s Office Romance

           Ever since I can remember my momma would use her work as my babysitter. She would get all dressed up, take me to her work and then just leave me there. I never minded as her co-workers would take good care of me, the men were so nice! They would pull me up on their laps and feed me french fries. It was so much fun! 

Even when I was older, she would still leave me there.  One man would always watch me and follow me around. I thought he was crushing on me, but I found out later it wasn’t me he was crushing on. 

Momma didn’t know that I got visits from my boyfriend at her work. Don’t tell! One day when Todd and I were kissing Mr. Thomas was watching. I bet he wishes he was kissing my lips. At least that was what I thought. I asked him if he wanted a little kiss.  He said he would love one, but not from me. 

He began to stammer and stutter and wanted that kiss from my boyfriend. I told him only if he sucked my boyfriends cock. Honestly, I thought that would make him run, instead the silly little sissy bitch got down on his knees.  Never had I of guessed!

 

Written By: Teen Torrie
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It’s Coming!

                           

    Just a few more weeks till Halloween! I love Halloween,  dressing up, and teasing all the men. I love treats, but I also love tricks. My sister and I played the best joke on Mr. Chance last Halloween.

                                 My sister is a few years older than me, but our tiny, skinny bodies are exactly the same, even our tiny tits! She has a much older married boyfriend. Guess what we did? 

I knocked on his door, wearing a mask. I stole it from my Daddy. It was sort of leather and black. He completely believed I was my older sister. Giggles. We drank a bit, then we fucked. That was a cool trick! Wasn’t it?  

My sister didn’t believe me though. She wanted to see for herself. I put my fingers in my wet pussy and brought them to her mouth for a taste. Yummy, hot, sticky cum. Guess what? My sister got the treat!

Trick or Treat give me something good to eat!

 

Written By: Teen Torrie
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Evil and Twisted Torrie

Did you ever want to do something so evil and deviant you’re afraid to tell anyone?  You can tell me! I want to know your kinkiest thoughts. I have those thoughts too. Evil fantasies that if anyone knew, they would be afraid of me.

Sometimes I want to be demanded to do dirty and depraved things. I want you to drag me into a dirty vacant apartment and rape me until everyone of my holes is sore and dripping with cum. Just when I think you’re done, you bring in your friends. I would plead for you to let me go and offer to find you another girl to play with, one even younger. Choke me, cut me, burn me, and make it hurt.

You know you think about it all the time, don’t you?

They’re other times I want to lead you down a dark path to hell. You resist and say we can’t do such foul things, but in the end, you’ll give in. Soon you’re a willing accomplice to my depravity. Go get me a little girl, drug her, and bring her to the abandoned church on Elm Street. I want you to lay her on the alter. Stop saying it’s blasphemy. Don’t act like it matters.

She’s waking up now. Take a crucifix off the wall and hand it to me. I’ll pop her cherry with it and you’ll fuck her and fill her with your seed. Fuck her, fuck her harder! Fuck that little bitch hard, as I fuck myself with the crucifix that popped her little cherry.

Let bad girl Torrie take you straight to hell. You know you crave it.

 

Written By: Teen Torrie
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Hey Loser

   There you are again, watching me and my friends getting ready to party for the night. Every fucking day with that pathetic loser look of yours. I was pretty excited to have a step-brother until I fucking met you!

               No matter what we do to you, you hang around like a horny little puppy. Do you remember the day you wanted to smoke hash with us, and we had you smoke dog shit? You’re such a fucking loser. Remember when your daddy bought you a new car and we hung used tampons all over it? 

  Now that we’re all older, I thought it was time for some adult games. You know that dildo you keep sucking on to taste me? I think it’s time to make you a dirty, nasty girl. I can’t tell if you’re excited, or if you’re going to cry. 

            I take you into my bathroom and I remove all that nasty boy hair. I dress you in pink panties and a full face of makeup. Oh! Aren’t you just too fucking cute.  You beg me for a kiss and I spit in your face. 

There’s a knock at our door. You wonder if it’s more of my hot girlfriends. They’re hot, but they certainly aren’t girls! Get to it, loser!

           

Written By: Teen Torrie
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Spank Me, Daddy!

   I’m your perfect little switch. Sometimes I take complete control and make you my bitch and  sometimes I’m your submissive little whore. The only thing is, no matter how we do it, I’m technically the one in charge because you can’t resist your tiny brace face.  

I’ve always gotten off from having my tiny teen ass smacked. The harder the better! After we fuck, I can look at your handprints and get off again. Maybe I’ll let you fuck my sweet little ass if you gave me a good enough spanking.

Tell me Daddy, are you ready to put me over your knees and give it to me good?

 

Written By: Teen Torrie
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Camp Counselor Torrie

  Imagine me as a sleepaway camp counselor?  I’m so excited to leave my state for a bit and be on my own.  It’s more than that though. One year my parents sent me to a sleepaway camp. They thought I was getting into too much trouble at home. Little did they know, other parents did the same and now we have a camp full of naughty girls. 

Did I mention the boys camp was right across the lake?  One night three of us paddled to the boys camp. We were having a great time doing a little drinking and kissing. We quickly got caught by the male counselors. Giggles! That was even more fun as they made us do dirty things not to tell. It was a fucking blast.

Now I have a little dilemma! All these innocent girls at camp, I wonder just really how innocent they are. Maybe I should take them on a little boat ride to the boy’s camp? 

 

Written By: Teen Torrie
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Too Old For Toys

I have a silly secret. Sometimes, I like to play with my old toys. Dolls, Tickle Me Elmo, and my pink Barbie camera.  It makes me feel so happy and then I think back when I was just that little.

One afternoon when I was playing, daddy came in the room. He laughed and told me I was way too old for my little girl toys. That is all fine and good but I need to find another way to relax.  Mommy has toys in her room. The reason I know, is she seems like she’s having so much fun in their room all alone.

Under the bed I find her toy. Wow!  That’s pretty big. It makes me wonder if daddy is that big? No one will be home for hours, so I might as well take advantage. 

I always wanted to mess up mommy’s perfect couch. We can’t even sit on it. Well, I’m going to change that and get off on it, using her precious toy. 

I do wonder what daddy would think if he saw me using mommy’s special toy?

 

 

Written By: Teen Torrie
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Good Morning Daddy

I love mornings! A bright new day and new chances to cause trouble in my home. I’m always running late and daddy says I need to stick to the issue at hand. That always makes me giggle, if he only knew the issue at hand or in hand! 

My boyfriend almost made it out the window on time, but daddy was just too fast. I think he might have been listening at the door. Now we are caught, but I have a plan. Daddy is mad, Jason is scared, and I’m just horny. 

I tell Jason that daddy has been bad, and he just might need to be disciplined. Daddy is trying to look mad, but his eyes, and pants bulge tell another story. Jason looks confused, but he knows he will have to do whatever I say. 

I make daddy strip. I tell him to dance and put his hips into it. Giggles! I suck Jason hard, and whisper in his ear. Daddy is begging now. What did you say, daddy? Did you say you want Jason’s cock?

 

Written By: Teen Torrie
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Daddy Is Drunk

         Oh gosh, phone sex daddy, were you drunk last night? Giggles. You don’t remember a thing, do you? Well daddy, let me tell you all about it and you can hand over your credit cards..

I woke up this morning to find daddy asleep and naked in my bed.  Maybe he thought I was mommy?  I wonder if he remembers anything about the night? I sure fucking do! 

I heard my bedroom door open. I heard a few bad words, as daddy bumped into my nightstand. Then the bed creaked, as he got into it with me. Daddy snuggled against me and what did I feel? I felt nothing, fucking nothing. Now, my feelings are terribly hurt. Daddy’s dick didn’t get hard for me. 

Now I’m really mad and I’m also horny, and I need a hard dick. I know, I know. I began to kiss his butt cheeks, and then bite a little. Daddy sort of moaned, then I began to lick his pucker and he really liked that. 

            Did I make the entire thing up to get daddy’s credit cards since no one can know? Maybe! Giggles. 

 

Written By: Teen Torrie
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