At topless teens, we aim to please is the slogan for the strip club. It sounds corny, but it’s the theme we strive for at topless teen sluts. I started stipping for these dirty men the day I turned eighteen. I had always wanted to be a stripper, so this was my time to shine. I had been practicing pole dancing for years. My techniques were captivating and always seemed to attract men in a way they couldn’t resist.
Daddy went on a two-week trip with his other slut, and I got furious. Only because he denied me any of his cock and told me I couldn’t call a fucking sissy to eat my pussy. What does that do to a brat like me? It makes me become a bad girl. I told him that when I’m left alone, I get slutty. I get to be a badly behaved slut.
Kayla Cumsalot 1844-33-CANDY ext 357
Being a college student on work-study in the summer usually sucks. Everyone else is out having fun at the beach, on vacation, being free and fun, and I’m sorting textbooks in the bookstore for the fall semester. June, and I’m already forced to think about fall.
But every now and then, it’s all worth it. Like this weekend. Reunion weekend. My manager said the reunion team needed help making the 25-year reunion class “feel at ease” for the weekend.
I don’t know what my manager had in mind, but a bunch of 40-something-year-old, rich, and successful graduates coming back to relive their glory years? I had an idea or two on how I could help them “feel at ease.”
Whenever I walk into a room, I demand the attention of all the boys. I can not help that I am a teen cock tease. Making the boys squirt with a smile is like a game. I have never met a cock I couldn’t milk for what I needed. My friends get so jealous because they say I steal the glares away. But there is one guy in particular that I seem never to get to pay attention to me. I know you probably think it’s just one guy.
I have always been a very highly sexual person ever since I can remember. It has recently been made clear that I should consider myself an obedient sex toy. Well, I’m always horny and looking for a cock to ride. It can be a slight graze against my body, and I turn it on like a vibrator. I am always looking for some cum to cream pie and a cock to suck. I love being a naughty toy. the type of toy that gets ultimate pleasure.
Kayla Cumsalot 1844-33-CANDY ext 357
A man as successful as you doesn’t have time for relationships. You pour yourself into work, and then by the time you arrive home, the thought of someone else in your sanctuary makes your skin crawl. However, there are a few cons to the whole “not having time” thing. Like when you find yourself alone on Valentine’s weekend, wishing you were sharing your spoils with someone.
You want a girl who adores you. Someone who’ll hang on your every word as if it’s gospel. I’m sure you dream of a beautiful young body clinging to yours and someone who’ll rejuvenate your youth just by casting you in her vernal glow. You can stop wrestling with yourself because you can buy a valentine with just one call.
Krysta 844-332-2639 Ext. 410
Oh my god, I hate P.E. It should be against the law to make people run in the middle of the day and get smelly. Like, sure, it’s acceptable for boys, but I don’t want to do all that. I’ve tried getting a doctor’s note, but my dumbass doctor says that a bit of exercise is good for everyone. Don’t worry, though. I’m a clever girl, and I know exactly how I’ll be earning my “A” this year.
I waited till class started; the teacher said everyone should begin warming up by taking a few laps. It was a perfect time, so I asked if we could speak in his office since I had some problems I needed help with.
Krysta 844-332-2639 Ext. 410
Spank me, why don’tcha? Talk, talk, talk! Man, you just don’t shut up, do ya? I know I skipped curfew, but you didn’t let me explain. I was too busy having FUN to come home on time. Obviously, I don’t expect you to understand, Daddy. You’ve probably been a stick in the mud your whole life.
Like now, for example. You keep lecturing me over and over when all this would be moot if you just spanked me!
Krysta 844-332-2639 Ext. 410
Oh, Daddy! What have you let me do? Remember a few weeks ago when I was curious about that brown drink you had? The one in the short glass with the ice cubes? You told me it was for adults, and it helped them feel good, remember?
And then, after you told me about it, you even took me behind the wet bar in the basement and showed me how to make it exactly how you like it. Two fingers poured over two ice cubes. You showed me exactly how. Then every day after you taught me, I made sure you had a drink ready for you as soon as you came home from work.
Kayla Cumsalot 1844-33-CANDY ext 357
One of my very favorite married cocks sent me this photo. Now, he knows I love to play with his wedding ring. I’ve made him cum on it countless times. Always teasing about how the endless vow it represents is a filthy lie, especially when I’m imagining sucking his ring from his finger—pretending to hook my teeth gently under the ring and graze it up and off his long finger while my tongue plays with the band until it’s slipped into my mouth. Then, of course, as I’m telling him how I want to abuse his ring, he begs for permission to cum for me. But this was the first time I laid eyes on the ring he picked for his wife.
This picture made me consider a time before he knew me—a time when this hopeful man must have been so in love and excited for the future. It gives me warm fuzzies to picture him there, standing in front of rows and rows of diamonds, having no idea that every kiss will one day begin with Kayla.