You had your worries about hiring me as a babysitter. You’ve seen what I do in my blogs, and you know what I do for a living, but you’re just so gosh-darn desperate for a night at the bar, aren’t you? It’s really rough to be a single dad. So you hired me, and you set up a nanny cam. You watch as I help the little angels, I bathe them, I help them with their homework, I make them Kraft Dinner. It’s all innocent, daddy! Relax! But I know you can’t. I know no one just puts a teddy bear on their mantle. The fact I’m being watched makes me so wet. I’m not even doing anything naughty, but you want me to do something wrong. I can tell You should be drinking, relaxing, having a good time. Have a shot or two. Your angels are safe with me. You switch your phone to the second cam, the one in their room. You watch as I tuck them into bed. Each one picks out a book and I lay on their bed with them, cozy and snuggly, and we say our prayers and read our bedtime stories as they doze off. And then I watch TV and you drink to your heart’s content knowing the littles are safe. I hear your car in the parking lot. You stumble in. I jokingly admonish you for driving drunk and you hiccup as you laugh. You told me “I’ve been spying on you, missy” and I act surprised. You lean in, drunk off your ass, and you whisper in my ear “you did a great job.” You reach into your wallet and pull out a fifty. You slip it into my pocket and slide your hand over the crotch of my pants and feel the wetness. “You knew all along, didn’t you, you naughty girl?” I press my muff into your hand. I don’t know what’s gonna happen tonight but I’m pretty sure I’ll still be here when the angels wake up.
Category: Ageplay phone sex
Teen Whore Summer: Naughty Night Escapades
When I was younger, I was even more of a teen whore than I am today. I was really naughty. I think the word my daddy used was incorrigible. I was not only horny, but mischievous. I use to sneak out of my bedroom window when my daddy thought I was safely asleep in my bed with my teddy bear. What I did was a bit unusual. I was not sneaking out to party with my friends. I was not even going to meet a cute boy. I broke into people’s homes, usually the homes of handsome older men I knew. Teachers, best friend’s dads, neighbors, coaches…I would masturbate in their homes. I wanted to leave my scent in the house. Like an alpha dog marking his territory, I would leave my pussy juice on things in the house.
Sometimes, I masturbated with a pair of the man’s boxer briefs or a silk tie. Making sure I squirted so my scent would permeate the article of clothing. This one teacher’s house had a built in wine cellar. He was a collector of rare wine. I found a bottle from Italy from the year I was born. I then fucked my pussy with that rare bottle of wine on his kitchen island. It felt so naughty to be putting my pussy scent on an expensive bottle of wine that he would eventually serve to his wife.
As I was fucking my cunt with that bottle, he woke up in the middle of the night. Caught me red handed. Instead of getting in trouble, I got fucked. He was really turned on seeing my young twat fucking that bottle of wine. He even fucked me with it. He could pound my cunt much harder than I could. He even sucked my cunt juice off the bottle neck. I was drenched. Never been turned on so much in my life by a man. He took charge. He fucked me on his island, replacing that bottle of wine with his big hard cock. He preferred my sweet pussy smell on his face and cock. We fucked all through my school girl days. I would sneak out my window almost every night after his wife and offspring would go to bed, and we would fuck all over his house. Often, he would use household objects to fuck my ass and cunt with, He thought it was sexy to leave my pussy juice on things his wife would use. He fucked me with her curling iron, various kitchen utensils, even her tooth brush.
I live on my own now, but sometimes I still sneak out of my bedroom window and go meet Mr. Brewster for a late night fuck. Even in his 50s, he is still one of the best fucks I have ever had. He will never need a little blue pill with my pussy.
Anal phone sex with Daddy’s tiny teen slut Tabitha
Daddy expects his little Princess to keep his clients happy and that’s exactly what I do. They all love playing with Daddy’s tiny teen slut and there hasn’t been a single complaint. That’s because I’ll do whatever it takes, anything the client wants they get. I know better than to deny them anything, I want to be a very good girl. Anything for Daddy.
The other day Daddy sent me to Mr. Roberts’ house. I’ll admit that I was nervous because Daddy had been warning me about him for 2 weeks. He didn’t just tell me about what Mr. Roberts liked to do, Daddy actually prepared me for it. Every day for those two weeks I was being trained by having my tight little asshole stretched so it was ready for Mr. Roberts.
I wore a butt plug everyday for those two weeks and increased the size sometimes more than once a day. Daddy was so proud of me everytime I went up a size too, I could see it in his eyes. It didn’t take long before I started to love it, but if Daddy asked I would deny it. Sometimes I pretended it hurt more than it did. Half of the time it was for attention because Daddy would give my sore little hole such sweet, gentle kisses after I squealed in pain. The other half of the time was to hid how much I was enjoying it. I wouldn’t want Daddy to catch on to what a nasty butt slut I’m becoming, now would I? At least not yet. Even though Mr. Roberts had a great time, I still have so much to learn. I want to really impress Daddy next time.