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Don’t Make A Fucking Sound

             Do you hear the window glass shattering? Someone is breaking into my house. It seems like your mommy picked a terrible night to have me babysit. He’s walking up the stairs to the bedrooms. Don’t make a fucking sound! If he finds you, he’ll do terrible things to your sweet, fragile, young body. 

   He’s singing a very odd song, “My girl, my girl, don’t lie to me, tell me where did you sleep last night?” She’s so scared she’s trembling and the little cunt just pissed her pants. I can hear his breath at the door.

I open the door, then leave the room. I go to change into my bondage gear and bring with me chains, floggers, and rope. Might as well make the best of a fucked up situation.

               Back in the room, he has already cut off her clothes. Fuck, would you just look at that! He wants to rape her, I want to torture her. Over a bit of powder, we come to an agreement. I put on a bit of “I Spit On Your Grave”, to get the cunt juices flowing. I’m going to savor fucking up this little bitch.

 

 Written By: Poison Ivy
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Accomplice Raemi

 

Even you were surprised at how taboo and twisted I am. You love the way my tiny cunt gets hot and wet for accomplice play with you. My shockingly young and innocent voice talking about very wicked deeds, gets you so hard. 

I picked out the perfect gift for my daddy, didn’t I? She was so young, naive, and innocent. We taught her so many wicked things. I helped you every step of the way. What a good little accomplice whore I am, right daddy? It’s just the way you taught me to be. I was so good that you gave me a thick, creamy surprise, my favorite kind.

You tried others but they just didn’t do it for you. I get the job done where you’re left more than satisfied. I’m the only naughty accomplice slut you’ll ever need. 

 

Written By: Raemi
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Let’s Fuck Up a Barbie

 I scare you but you know I’m what you need. I’m the other half. The depraved half that makes your dreams come true with just a little prick of my hypo filled with a sedative.

After seeing the stupid Barbie movie trailer, I picked out a out a skinny, blonde, tan Barbie type. I promise you though, she’s just the age you want and ripe to be taken. The smile on your face tells me we’ll have a night of twisted depravity and her little world will never be the same.

You help me get her on the dirty mattress. I slowly take off her clothes and you moan with ecstasy seeing her tiny little tits. I pinch her nipples hard putting on the nipple screws as she starts to wake up. I slap her hard making her completely awake. I lick her face and whisper in her ear exactly what she’s in for tonight.

She is too scared to try and run. I grab her by her long, blonde hair and throw her on knees. I reach into your jeans and take out your dick. It’s so big, thick, and hard. I pinch her nose till she opens her mouth. Stupid little bitch. She gingerly starts to suck your cock, but we both are impatient so I grab her head and slam it down on your dick.

I remove her shorts and her sweet little cotton panties. I push her down on the bed and wrap my hand around your dick and insert it into her sweet little pussy. I like seeing you happy.

You’re slamming her hard now as I sit on her pretty little face making her lick my cunt. I lean forward biting your lip and sliding my tongue into your mouth. It’s almost like we forget she is under us. You pull out of her and I move quickly so you can squirt all her face.  

It’s time to make a decision.  Do we push her out the door drenched in cum or do I put my beautiful soft ivory hands around her neck and choke the last breath out of her.

 

 

 Written By: Poison Ivy
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Ouch, That Fucking Hurts

As one would imagine, the hot summers are my busiest time. All the sexy woman and girls walking around in little to nothing to beat the heat. You can’t contain yourself, can you? Tight shorts, thongs, and tank tops. It’s enough to drive a man wild. Your wives and girlfriends are having to deal with all the annoyance. 

That’s why you’re here to see me. I believe you were told that I would make all your dreams come true. I’ll be making someone’s dreams come true for certain. 

       Be a good boy and strip for me. After all, a woman needs to see the goods.

Ah, very nice indeed.  Trophy balls and a thick, 8 inch dick. Such a waste. I tie you down and you get even harder at the thought of bondage. Your wife never did that to you.

I blindfold you. You think this is going to be one epic fuck. Before the blindfold, you thought you saw me put something in my mouth. A glimpse of metal maybe?  I begin to kiss down your body. You think you hear me say that it will be over soon. No, you want me to take my time pleasing you.

You feel a sharp pain and wetness. Oh yes love, it’s definitely over now. 

 

Written By: Brianna
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I’m Inside Your Head

             I broke into your house while you were at work.  There’s something about you that makes me want to know more. 

I started in your big, fancy kitchen. I grabbed a craft beer and began to look around. You have no kids, but your fridge is stocked with kiddie treats. Interesting. I grab another beer and move on to the laundry room.  Girls panties, stained with blood. Try and explain that one, bitch!

On to your home office. I break into your desk and what do we have here? Passports in various names, injectable drugs, and lots of cash. I indulge in some of your drugs and turn on all the devices you have in and on your desk. Ah, porn, no surprise there. I can see some was filmed in here, in your office. Very predictable. 

Up the stairs to find a door locked from the outside. I bust the lock and there it is. Asleep and bound to the bed is a tiny little blonde. I can’t walk away, I have to do something. Save her? You must be fucking joking. I will become you. I’ll get in your head and do all the things you would do, and much more. 

Oh god, you see your house has been broken into.  You’re terrified. Is it the police? They found her? You hear voices, clearly it isn’t the police. You make your way up the stairs to find me doing everything you wanted to do but you were too much of a pussy.

 

 Written By: Poison Ivy
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Summer Heat

 

  

You know what I like about fucking Summer? One season closer to Fall. This year the heat started early. The cool thing is from my apartment roof I can watch so much of the city and it’s dweller’s. A blanket, booze, and music, and I’m ready to watch the world from my own little spot. 

Ever wonder what goes on when people think they’re behind closed doors? Like the big white house and it inhabitants. Small blonde girl and her dad is all I ever see. They always look so fucking friendly to each other, not in a dad/daughter kind of way. Time and exploration is what I need to find the truth to it all. Like I said, I’m hot, bored, and love dirty drama; and a chance to exploit it.

                 Next it’s time to insert myself into their lives. Ever so helpful in recommending schools, places to eat, and of course, alarm companies and such. I even suggested Teddy Cams, as he will want to know what his baby girl is up too. What he won’t know is that I’ll have viewing access to all the cams. 

What am I gathering this information for? Blackmail bitches!  You don’t expect me to earn my money the mundane way, do you? 

  

 

 Written By: Poison Ivy
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The Little Thing Down The Road

Tiny, fragile, innocent, lonely, and sad. These are the things you look for. Aren’t they just that? Flat chests, old torn clothes, and hungry. You know just what it is you are looking for.  Your telescope is out, as they move in. You are anxiously waiting, and looking. You see bedroom furniture. Could it be? 

                  The weather took a fucking early warm turn, and she is sitting alone in her shorts. You are nothing if not friendly, so you introduce yourself to the family with drinks and cookies. Those empty brown eyes are calling to you. You smile and make small talk to her. You know all about the games, dolls, and music little ones like. You fit in so well.

               You make plans. You buy a kiddie pool, some yard toys and you are all set. You have never wanted anything so much. 

 

 

 Written By: Poison Ivy
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Accomplice Slut

It was really late but I knew if I looked hard enough I could find a “treat” for him. I knew he would be waiting with a raging hard on for fresh, young cunt and I didn’t want to disappoint. For years he had been using and abusing my tiny holes it was time for something new. Being his accomplice slut is no easy task, I have to get very creative to give him what his fetish cock desires most.

Finally, I found the perfect one and rushed home to satisfy his wicked urge. Watching him ravish his new play pet was more than my pussy could take. I licked three fingers and shoved them into my eager little cunt, humping and moaning his name. Telling him what to do, begging him to be rough, my tiny pussy dripped with hot fuck honey for even more deviant deeds.

 

Written By: Raemi
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Follow Me

             

     It’s a long, lonely walk up those stairs, isn’t it? You stand there and sigh. You can feel your cock growing stiff. He’s up there, just as fucking cute as can be. You go back to your den. You try to look at some porn. Porn isn’t very satisfying, when you can’t look at the dark stuff. You are shaking as you go on the special section of The Dark Web. You quickly turn it off and snort up a line.

Now you are pacing the floor. You try, and calm down with a drink. She won’t be home for another 2 hours. Maybe just a peak in his room. More liquid courage and another line. You finally summon up the courage to call me. 

Follow me up the stairs. Come on, because you know you are craving it. 

                   Call me to make all your dark, disturbing, and twisted fantasies come true. Why deprive yourself, when you can call me?

 

 Written By: Poison Ivy
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Where The Fuck Do You Think You’re Going

             Sometimes I really have to wonder just what the fuck these men are thinking.  Your wife tells me that every fucking time she makes plans for a romantic evening, you cancel once you see the sitter. Whenever her Book Club comes over, all of a sudden you are interested in reading. Her mother? Really?  Since it seems you can’t handle a date with your wife, she has decided that your manhood is useless to her.

  Sitting in a bar, flirting with barmaid, is not where you are supposed to be. I am creative, and I tell you to meet me in the bathroom for a quick, hot fuck. How filthy can we get? Let me handcuff you to the sink fixture. Now, I got you!

We could have done this the kind way, with a bit of anesthetic. We could have, but your attitude calls for pain. I don’t have a scalpel, but I do have a rusty old pocket knife. Of my, I have made quite the mess. 

 

 

Written By: Brianna
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