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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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Turning Men Into Cuckolds

You really aren’t a real man, are you?  You act so bold, trying to fuck anything that moves. The truth is you’re just a bit of a cuckold.  You don’t even care about the age. It could be your annoyed wife’s mother, or the young babysitter.  You just have to prove what a man you think you are.

You sure weren’t ready for what you found at home when you left the strip club. Your wife was in bed with another man and she looks like she’s having the time of her life. Just look at her face? Pure, uninhibited joy. Something you never could accomplish.

You watch her suck his huge dick, and you watch as she lets him fuck her ass. What? She never let you? What a fucking shame.

He kisses her “goodbye” as he leaves. Your wife is just laying on the bed, with his cum dripping out of her pussy. She looks at you, squints her eyes, and points to her dripping cunt.  “Do it”, she demands.

 

 

Written By: Brianna
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Tasty Treats

            Do you know what men love about my hairy little pussy?  Through the years, I’ve found they love the little sweet surprises stuck to my pubs. I did try shaving once, but I missed the feel of it and yes, the sticky treats. 

I remember the very first time someone went down on me. Heck no, I can’t tell you who! He spent hours down there. He was sucking and licking on my hairs almost one by one. He was getting more excited by the second. When he looked at me, I saw his face was covered in all sorts of stuff.  

                He began begging me to spread my cheeks and let him see my hairy little butthole. He began to moan as he sucked on my hair. He was slurping, licking, sucking and sort of making love to the dark, abundant hair. 

Soon I was hungry for the taste of my sexy pubs. I grabbed his head and forced my tongue into his mouth. Can you imagine? He didn’t even want to share with me. 

                

Written By: Emily
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How Far Will You Go For Me?

You know what? I’ve been going way too easy on you. I mean you love licking dried cum from my perfect body, you love sliding your tongue so far in my ass that you can taste my dinner, and you love washing it down with my delicious piss. How is that really a punishment?

        I’ve decided that you need much more pain with your pleasure. How do I really know you’re smacking your balls and pinching the fuck out of your nipples. How will I know if you’re really smacking your ass while you shove in that butt plug for me? I won’t, unless I hear it. I want to hear you yelp, and hear the paddle make contact with your skin. 

Be prepared for me this time. Paddle, flogger, plug, cum cubes, and some ice. I want a plug that vibrates, don’t let me down!  You need to understand that my pleasure comes from you suffering for me. 

 

Written By: Delaney
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Hungry, Aren’t You?

               

You can’t fool me! I know exactly what you’ve been doing while I was away. The evidence is all over your face, you weirdo! It looks like you dived head first into my dirty clothes hamper. I knew that you would, so I left some very tasty treats for you.

           Now you’re craving the real thing. Fresh, hot, and right out of my holes. Well then, just follow me to my room. No one is home today. I don’t think you’re really ready yet though. I don’t feel like I made you wait long enough. 

My bathroom is just a dirty mess. I can’t have that! On your knees and stick out your tongue. Completely clean my bathroom and maybe just maybe I’ll be waiting for you in bed with something else for you to clean up. 

 

Written By: Delaney
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Bikini Shopping

           I love having my nephew around but sometimes he really can get in my way.  He’s at that age where he’s old enough to be at home by himself and at the same time, because of that, I’m not sure if I can trust him.

He’s a typical boy that hates going clothes shopping. I’ve a trip planned and could use a new bikini or two. 

              Being that he’s a typical boy, I was able to bribe him with games and the food court. He mumbled a bit under his breath at what he calls “another lady store”.

I picked out a few bikinis and suggested he wait while I try them on. I noticed something and I couldn’t help but giggle. It looks like my nephew is having quite the reaction in his pants. 

I couldn’t leave him like that. What kind of mean Auntie would I be? I whispered in his ear that he might want to join me in the changing rooms. His eyes got wide, as I grabbed the bikini’s and found a stall way in the back of the room. I smiled at my nephew and began trying them on. 

 

               

Written By: Suzanne
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You Missed A Spot

Seems like someone is in big trouble with me. Imagine my annoyance and surprise when I pulled down my silk panties to find a brown spot. To make matters worse, I was with my favorite fuck. I know you don’t expect him to be a clean up boy? Do you, bitch? 

            Now you have an even bigger clean-up job to take care of.  You’re in for quite the treat, as this will be so messy. Is that dried jizz between my perfect tits? Apparently it is, so get to cleaning it. Is it caked up all in my ass crack?  You have no one to thank but yourself for that. 

Spread my cheeks wide. Just look at that big, sexy mess. I suggest you put a pillow under those boney knees, because this is going to take a long time to clean up

 

Written By: Delaney
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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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Happy Jerk It Month

             Someone really needs to explain to me that May is for Masturbation Month? When isn’t there a month without masturbation!  Oh, I get it. Maybe you’ll just be more creative and jerk it more? Of course, you think maybe you just aren’t all that creative. Don’t you think I should be the judge of that?

You could get off by yourself, but what the fuck would be the fun in that? Are you a little shy? Not really in the mood to talk? Perfect! I love shy guys and wouldn’t it be sexy to just listen to each other getting off? 

Maybe you’re a role-play guy? I bet you have many hot fantasies for us to explore. Let’s share our stories and fantasies. 

             Happy every month is Masturbation Month.

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Written By: Harleyhttp://theklassykat.com/user_images/tkk_harley.jpg
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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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