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Role-Play Goddess

I love sexy role-play, and I must admit.. I’m pretty damn good at it! Just knowing that I’m taking one of your fantasies and bring it to life, makes my pussy so wet. There’s no role-play to much for me, I love them all. I especially love it when one of my callers really gets into it.

I have some amazing guys who really know what they’re doing. They’re not afraid to really put me in my place and treat me like the little slut that I am. Rest assured that I give as good as I get. Nothing is off limits or taboo to me. I want to make all your fantasies come true.

If you want a true role play Goddess, call me. Tell me that secret fantasy that you just can’t bring yourself to share with anyone else. I’ll make it happen for you and make you cum harder than anyone else ever has!

 

Written By: Teagan
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All The Pretty Bitches

            There’s one bitch that seems to keep coming around for more abuse. He ignores my wishes when it comes to our appointment times, and seems to think this is a huge joke. Not fucking hardly!

  It’s time for a very painful lesson in obeying me. Our appointment starts out as normal. I check his incisions and make sure he’s healing properly. I tease him, and promise he’ll not be strapped own. While I am giving him the slightest amount of pleasure, I quickly strap him in. He now looks rather scared. 

I force him to clean out my ass and pussy. He seems to be having way to much enjoyment.  I take my flogger and smash it down on his cock. He whimpers a little and I do it again harder. That broke the fucking skin. I fear this is going to get rather messy and bloody.

I did warn you!

 

Written By: Brianna
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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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Broken

 You like them broken, don’t you? Don’t look away from me. We both know exactly what the fuck I am talking about. Lonely, curious, sad, and very ignored. That sort of thing is what makes your dick twitch. Summer is almost here, and the parks, pools and streets will be filled with little, cute, latch keys. So you wonder just what is a Latch Key Kid. Home alone, mostly poor, and single mother works. So vulnerable. 

She’s licking an ice cream cone at the 7-11. You watch the tiny tongue as she licks. Some has melted, dripping down her t-shirt, making the adorable little bumps on chest visible. You sigh deeply, and slide your hand in your sweat pants. 

No one else is around except the store clerk. She has dropped her cone and is crying. You buy one from the clerk and you both exchange knowing looks. 

You sit in your car and show her the cone. She walks over to you and gets into your car. You hand her the dripping, vanilla cone. She asks you where you’re taking her. You smile, and never answer her. 

 

Written By: Malaya Maxxx
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Anal Attention

I’ve really been in the mood for some anal attention. When you have a pussy this tasty, men tend to forget about my ass. I think it’s time we change that!

 I need a tongue, fingers, and a cock in my ass. Don’t worry about my pussy. I’ve taken care of that for you. I’m primed and ready for a good pounding.

Your cock will still be worshipped. You know that’s my favorite part, but all you have to do is get hard for me, stay hard, and ram my ass. You can also taste and finger fuck it.

I want all the attention you can give. But in the end, I need a stiff rod pounding me hard. Or two. Or three. Bring your friends. My ass is open for business and no one will be disappointed.

I’ll work my ass back on your cock and drain your balls. Don’t bother pulling out. Your cum coating the walls of my ass will be the perfect ending.

 

Written By: Teagan
Call Teagan @ 1-877-280-9448
Email: talkdirty2teagan@aol.com

 

 

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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Break In

Is that a noise I hear downstairs?  Can’t a girl get any alone time to take care of business?  It sounds like something fell over and broke. Maybe my brother is home from college?  I wonder if he’s horny for me? Anyway, whatever. The stairs are now creaking. Yes, it’s my sexy, big brother. 

           Only, shit it’s not him! A big man yells at me and tells me to “shut up”. I think someone is playing a prank, so I tell him he needs to shut up. Now he seems really mad. He tells me to take off my shorts. I still think it’s a joke, so I do what he says, laughing. I mockingly tell him that I’m so scared. Please don’t rape me, mister. 

           I no longer think this is a prank. This man is going to rape me. Wait? Is he actually putting on a rubber? My rapist is thoughtful? He’s all over me now. Big, hands, big tongue, and huge dick. I wonder? 

          I whisper in his ear something crazy about DNA and rubbers. He looks confused, and quickly pulls out. He pulls off the nasty offending condom and plows back into me.  Just as he is about to drain his balls, he hears me say, might as well fuck a baby into me. 

 

Written By: AJ
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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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Morning Coffee

   

       

I was running so late this morning that I didn’t have time to take care of personal matters. I wasn’t but a few minutes into my Starbucks Carmel Frapp, when I knew my tummy was brewing.  I do love that feeling. The problem was I love to play with my clit while pooping, but I was at Starbucks. I felt like both ends needed attention.

                 I ran to the restroom, and noticed a bit of brown when I pulled down my panties. Now, I was really getting horny. My panties smelled so fucking good. Maybe if I smear a bit of the smelly, warm brown stuff on my nipples. Oh, that fucking feels so good. 

There’s a knock at the restroom door. He asks me if I could possibly hurry. I wonder if he can smell my pussy and ass? Should I? I tell him, the door isn’t locked. 

 

Written By: Delaney
Call  Delaney @ 1-888-566-2337
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What’s Red and Brown All Over

                 You just can’t wait to see me in person. We met online, and we have been teasing, and flirting.  You seem to like a girl in control, don’t you? 

   We met at my favorite Mexican restaurant.  You looked so sexy in your tight jeans, and button up shirt. We had Margaritas, and ate till full. I actually have one hell of an appetite for a small girl. Guys can’t believe how much I can shove in my mouth. LOL!

We got back to my house, and clothes were off before we even made it past the front door. I was so fucking horny! I was getting this feeling in my tummy. I did eat a lot, but it was more than that. Maybe cramps?  Sex and exercise is always good for that, so we kept going. 

The room was pretty dark, and we never got around to turning on the lights. You spent hours between my legs. I came over, and over again on your face. We kept at it for hours, till we finally passed out.

I woke up to the sun coming in the window, when I got the first look at your face.  What’s red and brown all over? 

 

Written By: Delaney
Call  Delaney @ 1-888-566-2337
Email- teendelaney@yahoo.com