Tag: Barely Legal Phone Sex

Lonely Lucy

I am just a little lonely lucy! I love touching and playing with myself but after a while I kind of miss the way it feels to have a man’s rough hands run all over my tight little body. I want to feel your fingers down between my legs. Playing with my lips and tickling my wet little nub. I want you to run your fingers down my slit and feel how wet I am. Touch me where only you are suppose to touch me! I need to feel your fingers in me. I want you to pull them out of me. Do you see my juices all over your fingers, let me taste myself. Watch me suck all my muffin juices off your fingers. Now do it again. Stick your big fingers deep inside of me. Fuck me with your fingers. Make me cum all over them. I want you to feel my walls tightening around your fingers. Imagine it being your cock. Oh please let me cum on your fingers and once I do. I want YOU to lick your fingers. Taste me!

Daddy Bragged Too Much

I overheard my Daddy bragging to some of his friends about the dirty games we play in bed sometimes. He was telling them about my beautiful bald pink pussy and how perky and nice my little titties were. He had been drinking that night, so I am not sure he knew what he was saying, but the men certainly were interested! They asked if they could have a taste of Daddy’s little slut, and my daddy said no, he just couldn;t let them. My little pussy was wet just listening to their conversation.

I was laying in bed that night thinking about how proud I felt that my Daddy bragged about me and my little body so much to his friends. I wondered if he was ever going to let them touch me and I imagined what it would feel like. Just then, there was a knock from the outside of my bedroom window. I jumped out of bed, a little scared, but decided not to disturb Daddy. I went to the window, and as I opened the curtains, two men in masks opened the window and began crawling in.

They told me to be quiet and that they were friends of my Daddy. They said they had heard what a sweet bald pussy I had, and I immediately knew these must be the men Daddy had told about me. I tried to get to my bedroom door, and get Daddy, but they grabbed me and put me on my bed. They said they needed to see if everything my Daddy had told them was true. They put their hands down my panties, and groped my tits as they took their cocks out of their pants. I had never seen another cock besides my Daddy’s, and theirs looked amazing.

One held my mouth while the other fucked me and they kept telling each other that my daddy was telling the truth – I was the best little girl in town. I tried not to like it, but their cocks felt so good and I came over and over again. Before they left, they told me not to tell. I promised them that I wouldn’t. I mean, only a bad little girl would tell, right?

Little Girl From the Swing

You are right, the little ones are cuter in their own way. Running around like crazy on the playground. I love spending time with you sitting here in the car watching them. We have to wait for just the right moment, and pick out the perfect little girl whose parents aren’t paying enough attention. I think that’s her right there, don’t you? The really tiny one with the red shoes on and the little yellow dress. She has the cutest blonde hair, all done up in pigtails.

She looks so tantalizing in that outfit, her little legs haven’t yet lost the color from the summer sun. And her Mom obviously doesn’t give a shit, she isn’t even wearing a jacket. It looks like her little sandbox buddy just got called to go home, so she is all alone. She’s walking over to the swings now, even further from everyone else. She hops on and begins to swing. The breeze from the swing going back and forth blows her little dress up to expose her cotton panties.

I see you start to rub your crotch as you eyeball her. That’s my cue that she will be yours today and its time for me to get her for you. I hop out of the car, watching her closely. No parent comes to help her swing, so I walk up. I am wearing my pigtails too, so I am not scary looking at all. I ask the little girl if she wants me to push her on the swing. She flashes the cutest little smile and says “yes please!”. I push her a few times, each time tickling at her waist so she giggles in delight. I know you’re in the car stroking yourself at the sight of her panties flashing and her giggling face.

As her swig comes back towards me, I grasp her by waist and yank her off from behind. She is startled, but not scared yet, but just in case I put my hand over her mouth and quickly carry her to your waiting car. You have the tape ready for her mouth as I throw her in. I look around and we were right – no one even noticed. Now its time to head home so you can enjoy your new little treasure. I glance back one more time as we drive away, and all I see is the empty swing, still swaying on its chains at the playground. 

Daddy’s Girl Phone Sex with Summer: Swinging with Daddy

When I was younger, my daddy made me a swing on the three in our back yard. He would push me for hours . I loved that swing. In fact it is still there. Sometimes I still go over for playtime with daddy. But our time on the swing is a little different now. I love to get on it naked as daddy pushes me. I feel the cool breeze making my nipples hard. The cool breeze blows on my pussy as I swing out and spread my legs. Daddy pushing me from behind.

Sometimes I tilt my head way back and my long hair grazes his hard cock. Sometimes I can lean all the way back and take his cock in my mouth in an upside down move with his big balls on my face. Daddy will reach over and finger my tiny cunnie when I do this too. I get so wet with his hard cock in my mouth, tea bagging my face.

My favorite is when Daddy bends me over the swing so my ass is exposed and fucks me good. He loves seeing my puffy pussy lips glistening with my juice and my pretty rosebud. He can never decide which hole to fuck first. I bet you would have a hard time deciding which pretty pink hole to pound first too. I love that swing so much, I went out today and bought a sex swing. You can fuck in over 150 positions in it! I can’t wait for Daddy to cum over and put it together for me. He will help me break it in too. Just like he broke in my ass and cunt!!

Dollhouse fun!

 

 

Men, make me so happy! I love how they choose to spoil you. As long as you suck their big cock really good, making it cum a lot and even give them a good piece of ass every now and again! Please them and keep them happy and they will give me whatever I want! I love pleasing all my guys.  I love sucking and fucking all over you all. I love getting spoiled and every since I was a little one I had always been obsessed with dollhouses. I use to wonder what it would be like to live in one. Having everyone watch you and dig into your life. But most importantly, I wanted to be controlled. As a doll in a little dollhouse you move them around, putting them where you want to. You control them and i do love being controlled. One of my guys decided to come up with an idea to get me to a life size doll house so that we could have some fun in there. I actually got to go and I loved it. It was huge and looked just like an actual dollhouse. It was open and big you could see everything. So what did i decide to do? I wanted to get fucked up there and if we were caught or people wanted to watch it then so be it. I was getting pounded and fucked nice and hard into my wet little kitty. I think I was able to cum quite a few times before we were caught and got kicked out. It was okay though. I got to go and it was really fun! We came a lot. i just loved having you shoot your load just inside of me as a security guard walked up! Can’t wait for more adventures with you!

 

 

Dollhouse From Daddy

I still have all my Barbie dolls and I have the beautiful Barbie mansion dollhouse that my Daddy made me when I was younger. Eveything about it is so pretty – its all pink and yellow, and my Barbie has everything she needs to live the perfect little life.  I remember when my Daddy surprised me with the house and I played with it ALL the time.  Sometimes he would even play with it with me. I had a Ken doll, who my Daddy would play, and we would pretend they were so in love inside their little dollhouse.

Today I was daydreaming about how we used to play, and my pussy started tingling remembering how Daddy would have Ken go off to work and come home to my Barbie. He told me that Barbie always needed to be waiting upstairs for Ken when he got home from work. He would take the clothes off my Barbie and make me feel her little plastic tits and tell me thats what Ken needed when he gets home from a long day.

It was so much fun, he would take the Ken doll and have him drive off to work in the Corvette, and then he would help me undress my Barbie out of her pretty dress and shoes and help me give her a bath so she was nice and clean for Ken. Then Barbie would climb in bed and wait. He would have Ken drive back to the dollhouse, and walk in to find Barbie waiting for him naked inside their pretty bedroom. They would kiss and he would climb on top of her. It was all so perfect.

Then I realized the time! Daddy would be home from work today in an hour — I needed to get my bath, and get in my pretty bed and wait for him. I don’t play with my Barbie anymore, but me and daddy still play like we live inside that pretty dollhouse…

Memories Past

When I was much younger my Mother made friends with this older man who lived down the street.  She would take him homemade food every Sunday so that he could put it in his freezer and then just heat it up for dinner during the week.  Most times she would drag me along with her.  I would sit on the loveseat and hope that we would leave soon.  The place smelled weird, plus since he was up in age, there was a lot of dust and grime around the place.  My Mother used to tell me that I was being rude, but I wasn’t being rude, I was too busy being freaked out by the man and his house.

One time when my Mother became ill she couldn’t make her weekly delivery of food to the creepy old man.  She told me to put the stuff in my wagon and deliver it for her and not to be rude and spend some time talking to him.  I dreaded this chore that I had to do.  I took my time getting my shoes and coat on, and at one point I thought of running through the kitchen and just knocking all the stuff onto the floor so it would be ruined.  Yes I would of received a spanking, but to me it would of been well worth it. 

I started on my journey down the block, the food jiggling around in my wagon and finally I couldn’t put it off any longer.  I walked up to the door and rang the doorbell, he shouted for me to go in.  I took a deep breath and went inside.  It was just like it always was.  He came over and took the stuff from the wagon then disappeared into the kitchen.  I sat down but kept my coat on.  He came back out and sat down.  He asked me about school and what I wanted for Christmas, just small talk.  Then he asked me if I would like to see something special.

I told him no thank you and that I had better go.  He looked sad that I had said no, but I didn’t care, I wanted out of there.  He told me that it was something from his daughter’s  that he had kept.  I said okay, but quick.  He took me upstairs and showed me a doll house in one of the bedrooms.  I was not impressed.  He told me to turn it around so that I could see inside.  All the rooms were decorated like I had never seen. There were tiny tea cups, tiny clothes, ornate furniture, lighting, bedding.  It was pretty amazing.  He told me that him and his daughter would play a game while she played with the doll house.  At this point I really REALLY wanted to play with the stuff inside the doll house.  He told me that if we played the same game I could play with it whenever I wanted.  I told him okay.

I took off my coat and began playing with the stuff in the doll house.  I was so intent on my play time that I almost forgot he was there.  That is until I felt his hand slide up my dress.  He pressed his fat old fingers against me and I knew he was doing something behind me because he was shaking the bed that he had sat down on.  He told me to keep playing, so I did.  He kept doing what he was doing, and I just kept moving stuff around in the doll house.  After a little while he stopped.  I looked back at him and he told me that if I ever told anyone about our game he would be very angry.  I promised I wouldn’t tell.  After that, I told my Mother that I would take the food.  Playing with that doll house was worth having old man fingers rubbing against my young smooth pussy, and I kept my promise and never told a soul about our game.  Until now that is.

Party Girl Phone Sex with Summer and Taylor: The Drinking Game

It’s no secret I am a party girl. What can I say? I have easy access to high end pharmaceuticals. When it comes to coke, pot and pills, I can party like a rock star and keep my dignity and looks. Last night however, my fellow party gal Taylor, challenged me to a drinking contest with one of her special friends, Joe.  Joe likes party girls. Not girls gone wild sort of party girls, but strung out, obliterated, falling down drunk, praying to the porcelain gods kind of party girls. Joe challenged us to a series of drinking games to see who was the real party animal. I am always up for a challenge. Challenge accepted and challenged failed.

I guzzled a bottle of Maker’s Mark bourbon like I was Janis Joplin on stage. Add in a few hits off my pipe and a couple lines of devil’s dust, and well I looked more like the Exorcist girl, than a rock star. Taylor on the other hand, maintained her dignity. I think the true measure of a party girl is how you look after a night of binging. I woke up on my bathroom floor, smelling less than pretty, with raccoon eyes, lipstick smeared across my face and a vague memory of making out with Taylor. She on the other hand, woke up in my bed, smelling like roses, looking like a porn star. So she had some rum stains on her tee shirt. I had last night’s dinner on mine.

Taylor and I had a blast last night, don’t get me wrong. Two drunk barbies gone wild. Too bad Joe was gone before the sun arose, because when Taylor and I awoke this morning, we were lesbian hung over barbies. You know what cures a hangover? Pussy licking!!!!! Taylor, the true friend she is, got between my legs and licked my head ache away. Her tongue worked magic on my clit. I squirted my cunt juices all over her pretty little face. Although she was not quite as ailing as me this morning, I of course ate her sweet honey pot too. Even hung over, I can eat a pretty little snatch, and fuck it with a dildo until it explodes all over me. Taylor and I lounged in my bed for hours  playing with each other’s pussies. Not a bad way to nurse a hangover! We were drinking for Joe’s cock and his wallet. I may have failed the challenge, but I won Taylor’s pussy and that alone was worth the hangover and loss of dignity. I’d lose a bet or throw a game any day if her pussy was the consolation prize.

If you like party girls like Joe, maybe you would like to spend time with Taylor and I in our dream palace. Sure we can guzzle booze like rockstars, but we guzzle cum like pornstars. Two party sluts who love cock and pussy just means double  YOUR pleasure.

Election Day – Hire a Gun

Its Election Day and I don’t really give a fuck since I can’t even vote… But I do want to show my support for the troops.. I headed down to a local bar where I know guys from the naval base hang out. I wore some camo to show my support, without much else on, and it didn;t take long before the men in uniform took notice. I was doing free shots with a few of the soldiers, and I asked them if they had voted today.

They all laughed and said no – they said they are just the “hired guns”. Mmmmm my pussy got soaked just thinking about hiring these guns for my kind of fun. I thanked them for serving our country, threw another shot back, and asked them if there was anything I could do to SERVE THEM. They knew immediately what I meant and the five of us made our way to the back hallway near the back door.

Their hands were all over me immediately and I felt several sets of fingers in my cunt. I heard their dog tags jingling as they took turns shocing their hard cocks inside my tight little pussy. They were so fucking strong and so fucking manly, and all dressed the same. It was like a blur of fantastic rough sex I will never forget. One by one they shot their cum, just like a gun, deep inside my pussy and my ass. I left the bar a very happy and even more patriotic girl than when I walked in!

Tiffany’s Teddy

I love hitting the bar on Sunday nights. The one thing I can count on is that it will have some very interesting patrons. Last night was exceptionally interesting.
I was already horny as hell when I got there and had decided I was going to get laid. Tiffany was at the house sitting with the girls so I knew I didn’t have to be home anytime soon.
Sitting at the end of the bar was a gruff looking man. He looked like he was drowning his sorrows in booze. I went over and sat next to him striking up a conversation.
He began to tell me how his girl had just dumped him claiming he was a dumb ass and that what he thought was a funny and loving gesture had backfired on him.
Probing further I asked what had happened that caused her to dump him in such a way.
He went on to tell me that she loved Teddy Bears. He had bought her every kind he could find in the year they were dating. So on a whim he decided to get her one that no one could ever have possibly gotten her before nor would ever again.
Thinking this was a sweet thing I asked where he found the Teddy and why she was so unhappy with it.
With sad eyes he undid his pants right there at the bar and showed me the tattooed Teddy around his cock.
I couldn’t help spitting my drink out as I burst into laughter. I know it was like rubbing salt into the wound but I couldn’t help it.
I felt so bad that I told him I had three girls at home that would love to join me and play with his Teddy, my two girls and the sitter.
I took him home and after the girls all got the same laugh I did, we eased his sorrows and played with Teddy all night long. Tiffany was especially fond of it so we named it Tiffany’s Teddy,