Sometimes Daddy’s clients can be a little scary, but I do what have to for Daddy. When I got home I didn’t let him see that I was crying a little because I just want him to be happy. It’s not Daddy would be upset with me, he wouldn’t. He would feel guilty and be upset with the client. No matter what anyone thinks I know that my Daddy cares very very much and is also extremely protective of me.
The man he sent me to was Mr. Allen. He seemed okay at first, but he wasn’t cute like Daddy. Once I was inside he gave me a big drink and we talked in the living for a little while. I thought that was a little weird because I was used to clients wanting to play right away, I like it that way too. After we talked for about 20 minutes I started to feel butterflies in my tummy and not the good kind. It wasn’t long before I started to feel nauseous and very dizzy. When I tried to stand up my vision was so blurry I could hardly see. Mr. Allen seemed concerned and carried me to his bed room where he laid me out on his bed. He said he was taking off my clothes so I could relax because I was getting sweaty. Before everything went black I couldn’t move my body at all, I was terrified.
When I finally woke up Mr. Allen was sitting on a car in his room. I was scared and very confused so I asked him what happened. He said I got very sick and passed out so he gave me a nice bath. Suddenly I noticed that not only was my hair wet, but my body felt sore all over. My head ached and I still felt dizzy, that wasn’t even the worst part. My poor little cunny and asshole were swollen and sore. Maybe Mr. Allen could tell how anxious I was because he let me go home. Thankfully he let me walk right passed him to the bedroom door and didn’t follow me out of his house. He may have seen me shaking a little, but I didn’t want him to see me cry.
The ride home was a little hard. My tummy still felt queasy and that head ache just wasn’t going away. Our driver asked if something was wrong, but I never said a thing. Once I was safe at home I looked at myself in the mirror. My little kitty was still swollen and red, but there weren’t any other marks or bruises. That made me feel a lot better so I stopped crying. Even though I was upset at first, I decided to forget about it and go to bed. Whatever happened couldn’t have been that bad anyway.
Ageplay phone sex with Tabitha: Scary Night
Mean girl phone sex with a Princess
Just look at you. Sitting there just drooling at me. It is disgusting! I can smell the desperation all the way over here. You know, guys like you make me laugh. You honestly do. You have no chance in hell with me or any other girl like me, yet, you keep trying. You are awkward, and have a pretty meaningless job that you haul your pathetic butt to every day. What good will that do for me? Nothing!
You see a Princess such as myself is worth more than what you can afford with that dish washer salary. I bet you have to help your Mom buy cat food for all those kitties that live in your trailer with you two. Gross. Mean girl phone sex is my forte. I like treating you like the absolute looser you are. Because I know that someone like you loves it when us Perfect girls are mean as fuck to you. You go home and whack off on your unmade bed while your Mother calls for you over and over again to come and scoop out the cat shit from the littler boxes. Again, GROSS!
What’s A Bad Girl To Do?
You all know how bad I am year in and year out, so when it comes to Christmas I have to be creative so that Santa doesn’t forget about me. I am sure that I am the number one person on the infamous Naughty List. Yeah I know I should do a better job of trying to be good, but I honestly don’t want to be. There are other ways to get those toys from Santa’s sack than being a good girl. I learned that when I was much younger.
One year I had an incident in school where I ended up becoming suspended. It seriously sucked because it was right before Christmas break. My Parents were not happy at all, and my Mom told me that I was getting nothing from Santa because of what I did. I was really upset. Anybody at that age, hearing those words would be. I cried so much! I kept asking my parents what I could do to get back in Santa’s good graces. My Mom said, “Nothing!” and not to talk about it again. I was heartbroken. I watched as my Mom wrapped up all my bother and sister’s presents and put them under the tree.
While she was downstairs reading the Night Before Christmas to them I was stuck in my room because I was grounded. My Dad came in to see how I was doing. I told him I was sorry again and asked if I could please have just one present. He told me that my Mom was the boss, so it looked like I blew it this year. I told my Daddy I would do anything to get presents. He didn’t say anything for awhile then told me he would see what he could do.
The next day Dad took all of us to his office party, it was the day before Christmas Eve and I was running out of time quickly. When it came time for Santa to arrive I was so happy. I thought that maybe if my parents weren’t getting me anything, that if I confessed to Santa and told him I was sorry that maybe, just maybe he actually existed and would stop by the house. I waited for my turn and climbed up on his lap. I whispered my confession in his ear and he told me that he would talk to me after he was done.
It seemed like it took forever for him to finish up. Then he walked over to my Dad and Mom and they laughed at what he was saying, but he came over and held my hand as we walked into my Dad’s Boss’s office. He sat down on the sofa and told me to sit with him. I did and then he said if I could keep a secret about what he was going to do that I would get presents! I was so excited but didn’t understand why I couldn’t tell anyone. He told me that if all naughty girls and boys found out there was a way to get off the naughty list once it was made that he wouldn’t have time to deliver presents. I thought that was very logical so I agreed. It turned out that I had to let Santa put his cock inside me while he huffed and puffed away until he came, and then suck on it until he came again.
Christmas came and I ran downstairs. There were NO presents under the tree for me at all. I felt so terrible! My Dad told me to open up the door. I did and there were so many presents with my name on them! It was a god damned Christmas Miracle. My Dad told me that he doesn’t know what I said to Santa but it worked!