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I am learning to play golf. I like the short little golf skirts.
I am not very good, but all the hot guys seem to be on the golf course this summer. I need more practice.
Maybe you want to give me some private lessons. In exchange for improving my golf swing, I will repay you with a very sexy encounter on the back nine.
Going to be a very sexy summer!
Kisses,
Layla
You hired me to work at your company for the summer. Now, I have become your favorite fantasy girl.
It is going to be a long hot summer with me flirting and flaunting my hot little body.
You remember my interview last winter. I looked so demure in my glasses, hair up, and my navy conservative suit. One of the reasons you hired me because you felt I would not be a distraction.
Jump ahead, a few months later, my skirts are short and heels are high. I have a summer tan and like to show off my sexy legs and tight little body.
You know that you should be a good boy and not think sexy thoughts of me, but you know you want to have your way with me. You want to bend me over your desk, spank my tight little butt, and roughly fuck me.
I am your favorite little cocktease!
Bree
I couldn’t wait for the semester to end, but now I am bored. I miss the girls from the dorm. My parent’s won’t let me have a party. They know better, but you don’t.
You swore that you would never let me throw another party at your house. It took you a week to recover from the last one, but I wiggle my ass and flash my tits. That is all that it takes for you to offer up your house for a Wicked Wild Weekend for hot college girls. Since you are going to have the only cock, I keep that cock hard with the little blue pill. My girlfriends and I take control of you. Dominate you! Make you a hot boy toy. We keep you up and your cock hard until every single hot babe is satisfied.
You wake up AGAIN in a daze. Your memory is foggy, but there are girls’ panties and bras scattered over your house, empty beer and wine bottles, and your house is trashed. There is a scent lingering of sex in the air, your cock is sore and your balls ache, and you find an empty of bottle of little blue pills on the counter. Your ass is sore. WTF happened? You hope that the girls didn’t take any pictures.
Thanks for the party! Until Next Time!
Layla
At first, you got my attention with expensive gifts and amazing weekend getaways. I might be a lot younger than you but I know what you need. I’m right here waiting for you. Let’s take it to the next level. I’ve been waiting for you the whole entire time. I want everything that you have to offer. I wait for your hands to run all over my smooth tan body, your lips sucking on my nipples, your cock in my mouth. I’ve been waiting for you to cum and tell me how you feel about me. It’s obvious that I’m your trophy girlfriend. Tell me your wants and desires. Let me be the one to spoil you this time. I watch the way you look at my cute ass when I walk by. I know those naughty thoughts are running through your head. You lick your lips when you look at my breasts. I want you as bad as you want me. You know you can’t wait to touch me. Rubbing my nipples with your strong fingers. Your other hand between my legs pushing my bottoms aside, rubbing my clit.
I’m just as hungry as you are. It’s time we start the next chapter.
Zoe
It was an incredible night. You are the best man at your best friend’s wedding. The wedding is here at the same hotel where I am working this summer. The bride does not have an official wedding planner, so I am acting as her wedding planner to ensure that everything runs smoothly for her big day.
You and I met at the rehearsal dinner, and there was immediate chemistry. I hold back. I must be professional. Also, I watched all the slutty bridesmaids throw themselves at you. It is obvious that they want you.
The slutty bridesmaids do not turn you on. You are a sexy, sophisticated man who appreciates finer things, such as, smart and sexy curvy girls.
I wore a very sexy red dress. You like red. Your eyes kept meeting mine during the reception. There is something magical happening here. At the end of the night, you asked me to dance the last song. We danced to a slow romantic song. I like how you held me and how our bodies moved together on the dance floor. The slutty flat chested blonde bridesmaids noticed our chemistry.
I noticed that you didn’t eat much of your dinner because you were tending to the bride and groom. I ask if you are hungry and have a taste for something exotic. I take you back to my apartment.
I took off my dress. I walked around my kitchen in just my bra and panties making you something special. You came up behind me and grabbed me. We shared that first kiss. I will remember it forever. That perfect first kiss! I did not want that kiss to end, but then my pussy started to ache for your hard cock.
I took you to my bed for a night of perfect sex. I took your cock into mouth and you got so hard. So much pre cum for me. You moaned so loud when you entered to me. You are one incredible lover for me! We both came so hard! It was the perfect night!
A lot of girls in school suck cock to get a passing grade. Not me, I suck cock because I want to. I’ll take every professor in the entire school and make them cum in my mouth. I drop to my knees because I love being a dirty girl. I get off on the power that my body has over men. I love when I look up and I see your eyes rolling in the back of your head because I have complete control over your orgasm. Yes, I’ll drain your balls right in my mouth slurping every drop of your creamy cum. My dirty, sick twisted mind has no limits. As soon as you establish the power of my pussy along with the desire that you have for me. I will be open to pleasing you with my sweet pussy. You won’t be able to get enough of me.
You’ll be addicted and lost in my world in no time.
~ Princess Paris ~
You have wasted your weekend so far. Don’t waste another second. Just let it happen. Don’t hold back.
We have been partying with a large group of our friends all day at the beach. The sun has set, and soon the moon will be here. It is time to get down and party! Turn up the music!
You are shy. You have been watching me but you are afraid to approach me. I don’t require a lot of conversation. Stop holding back.
I think you are cute. I grab your arm and ask you to dance with me. You start to complain and tell me that you can’t dance. I give you a little kiss. I say, “Shut up and dance with me. Just let it happen. Don’t hold back. Move your body to the music and hold me close. Don’t look back at our friends. Don’t apologize that you can’t dance. Just shut up and dance with here in the sand.”
Just dance with me. I don’t have a sexy backless dress or high heels, just a little beach outfit and my bare feet. Just let our bodies grind to the music.
Tonight, I could be your destiny. Feel the chemistry and feel the passion. Feel my hips touch yours. Don’t worry about the what to say, just touch me. Hold me close when I kiss you as we dance. I make you feel like we were born to be together. Born to be together, even if it is just for one night.
You feel your heart racing and I feel your hard cock against me. Call it fate or call it destiny. My seductive dance moves have your head spinning. Just look in my eyes. This night is ours. We were meant to be together. The song is over, so our dance is done.
I grab your arm and pull you towards the car. Don’t look back at our friends. You say that you feel that you are being rude. You feel that you need to say good night to them and thank everyone for the beach party. I stop you in your tracks. “Keep your eyes on me. Don’t look back. Shut up and kiss me. Our friends understand our chemistry. Don’t miss out on this chance. I want you now. Take me back to your place.”
You look deep in my eyes. This is our moment. You picture me naked. We run hand and hand to your car. We go to your place because it is closer. We spend one long night of pleasuring each other. We don’t hold back. You have the most intensive orgasms with me.
It all started because you danced with me.
Love,
Skylar
What kind of naughty, crazy things do girls do in college?
Well here is a pic from last weekend. I got caught playing in shower with one of my roommates. Her boyfriend caught us. He was shocked but really turned on.
How about you?
Are you turned on?
After he took a pic of us girls, we let him join us for a threesome in the shower.
Playing with girls is fun, but I always need a dick to cum, so I let him fuck me!
What would you do in this situation?
Layla
I am in the middle of an eight-week internship at a Five Star beachfront hotel. I am an intern for the Catering Manager. She is beautiful and very knowledgeable. Great opportunity for me!
On the first day, she gave me a stern warning to stay out of the Head Chef’s way. He is talented and known for his intricate delicious dishes, and his temper tantrums. Also, he hates interns. He views interns as a bother and an intrusion in his kitchen.
One Saturday night, I was onsite for a very beautiful, large wedding reception. The Head Chef carefully orchestrated the dinner behind the scenes to perfection. I watched the staff prepare each course. I watched the guests savor each bite.
Back in the kitchen, I watched from the shadows in awe. The Head Chef is a handsome man and he commanded the respect from his staff as he barked out each command. His staff responded “Yes, Chef!” to each command. I was so impressed with his talent and leadership skills. I also wanted a taste of this truly masterful decadent strawberry and dark chocolate cake dessert that was the final touch for those who wanted something sweet besides wedding cake.
The meal was over and the staff was cleaning up the rest of the kitchen. I thought the Head Chef had left the kitchen for a well-deserved break. I moved from the shadows and started a conversation with the Sous Chef. I graciously praised the staff for the beautiful meal. I passed on the compliments from the guests, and especially the bride and her family. The Chef blushed and thanked me for the feedback. The Sous Chef asked I had had a chance to eat anything. I said that I was working but I did ask if there was any way I could have a taste of that dessert, if I could lick the bowl or something. I made the kitchen staff laugh, but then the room got very quiet. The Head Chef walked back into the kitchen and heard my request to lick the bowl.
Oh Damn! I was afraid that I was going to be fired on the spot and have to repeat this internship all over again at a different hotel. I was warned that to stay out of his way and here I asking for taste, asking if I could lick the bowl. He must be so mad, so insulted.
Everyone was afraid to speak. The Head Chef walked up to me. He looked me up and down. Oh, I felt naked as I stood in my evening gown, feeling so vulnerable. His dark eyes pierced my heart. He sensed my fear and took pity on me. He said to the Sous Chef, “Get this pretty lady, the lovely intern, Isabelle, my dessert from the walk in. I can’t deny a request from this raven beauty.”
Everyone was stunned. I was shocked that he had taken the time to learn my name. I was afraid it was a cruel joke and he was making fun of me, but the Sous Chef grabbed the only remaining dessert and walked towards me carefully carrying the plated dessert saved for the Head Chef. Just as he was ready to hand it to me, the Head Chef grabbed the plate.
Ok, here it goes. I am done for now! He holds the dessert in front of me, letting me catch an aroma of the chocolate ganache cake and perfectly ripened strawberry dessert. “So you like chocolate, my dear?”
Before I could answer, he said, “This dessert really needs champagne.” He sent for a beautiful bottle of champagne and asked the rest of the staff if their duties were complete for the night. That was his way of telling them to leave for the night.
Now it was just him and me with a beautiful dessert and expensive champagne. He popped the bottle open and poured us each a glass. I wanted to say something but my words failed me. He took a fork to the decadent dessert and fed it to me. It was the most delicious thing that I have ever tasted. It was like a little orgasm in my mouth. He was pleased that I was in love with his desert. He brought the glass of champagne to my lips and told me to take a sip. Next, Chef picked up the whole strawberry and brought it to my lips. He compared the red strawberry to the color of my lips. Then, I took a big bite. Before I could swallow the strawberry, he placed a kiss on my lips. His kiss was as hot as his kitchen. I grabbed him around his waist, and I finally spoke my first words, “Fuck me, Chef. Right here in your kitchen!”
I am such a Beach Girl. School has become stressful and I wanted to relax at the beach. Yesterday late in the day, I had a few hours, so I took my books and bikini to the beach. Needed to feel that sun on my skin and I needed to check out all the hot guys. I knew it was going to rain, but I love the beach before a rain. I took a chance that the worst of the storm would stay north of Miami.
Instead of studying, I fell asleep on the beach. I awoke as someone was tapping my bare shoulder. He was a sexy man that was warning me of an approaching storm. The sky had become grey and there was a distant rumbling of thunder in the distance. He invited me to his condo right off the beach to wait out the storm.
I thanked him. We grabbed my stuff and ran off for his place. We got inside the building just as it started to storm. He had a great conversation and discovered we both love to travel. He showed me photos of his travels. I was sitting there in my little red bikini and a pair of shorts. He asked me to join him for dinner. It was the first time a man cooked for me. It was delicious hot and spicy dinner. I was becoming more and more attracted to this man by the moment. After dinner, I was helping with the dishes and we kissed over a sink of dirty dishes.
That kiss made me so weak. I needed more, so much more. We ended up fucking right there in his kitchen, and then the bedroom. I spent the night with him. It was one hot night!
Isabelle
