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                        Reunions of any sort can be just so dull. Big yawns all around. If I wanted to see any of those losers, I would have kept in touch. Whatever.

                            I moved back when I inherited my grandmother’s home. Knowing the event was so close to my home, I thought it would at least be good for a laugh. Would they even recognize me? I was a bit of a computer nerd/goth back then, and maybe a slight bit overweight. How times have changed. 

I won’t bore you with the details of the event, as it was. Let’s skip to the part of the night where I get the guy that was the football team captain in my home and drugged.

He wakes up in lovely pink satin lingerie. Isn’t he just adorable! I bring over a hand mirror to show him how perfectly made up he is. He tried to talk, but I shoved a ball gag in his mouth. He tried to get out of the restraints, but I suggested he save his energy for later. He will certainly need it. 

  My male friends begin to arrive. A few of them had terrible memories of him as well. The funny thing is, as much as he protested, his poor excuse for a cock was hard, and twitching, 

Let the games begin! 

Written By: Lady Rayne

Fucking hell, you really aren’t much of a man, are you? Look at you and your goddamn flabby ass. You made me so mother fucking sick that I just want to vomit in your face. Are you fucking kidding me, THAT got your clit to twitch? 

Oh no, you don’t! Don’t you dare try to back away from me. You are a little fucking cunt of a man, and I intend to treat you as such. 

Assume the position, head back and on your knees. Why should I sit on the hard, cold toilet seat, when I have your ugly fucking face to sit on?  Beg me for it, beg me to let you suck my shit like a dick. Fuck, you are so goddamn gross!

You know what? I have totally had enough of you.

Get on all fours and crawl to the pen. If you displease me, it will be the choke collar for you.

Get to fucking crawling, bitch.

Written By: Poison Ivy

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After a long night out, sometimes a girl just needs a long, hot soak in a tub of bubbles. I started my bath and stripped out of my sexy red dress.  Maybe I’ll light some scented candles and open a bottle of Merlot. 

I lowered my music as I thought I heard glass breaking. I must be even more tired than I thought. I layed back in the warm bubbles, closed my eyes, and enjoyed my relaxing bath. 

     I dried off and grabbed a robe and head for my bedroom. Maybe some porn? Maybe just close my eyes and drift off. I see the shards of broken glass on the floor. I grab my phone to call for help, when he grabs me from behind.  He whispers in my ear not to scream and I feel his hard cock against my ass. 

He pushes me down on the bed and removes his clothes. Fuck, he is big.  I can’t help myself from getting super wet. He feels that and gives me a dirty smile. 

I get off to all sorts of sexy roleplays. Do you have one for me? Anything Goes!

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Written By: Caidyn Cross

      Well fuck, seems to me like you have a problem.  Somehow you got waylaid while out shopping for gifts for the wife and kids. Here you are in a seedy hotel off the highway, drunk and broke.  That isn’t the worst if it though, is it? 

                       You start to come out of your fog, and look around the room. You really don’t even remember getting there. Sitting on the bathroom floor in a puddle of who knows what, you wonder just where the fuck you are. Is that blood?

You stumble to the bedroom, and see the girls in your bed. You see the empty bottles, and the lines of white stuff on the nightstand.  You make some noise hoping the girls will wake up.  Maybe? You wonder if they are even alive. Oh god!!

The phone rings in the room. You ignore it, but it keeps ringing, making you a little crazy. You finally pick it up and you hear my voice. I instruct you to put the thumb drive in the tablet. You’re shaking and the girls still haven’t woken up.  There it is right before you. Your entire night and every twisted thing you did. 

Not quite the Christmas you expected perv, is it? 

Written By: Poison Ivy

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                       They’re so many times when a caller just wants to hear stories of my past growing up. I’m always more than happy to oblige them!

The first question I always ask them is, “Do they want to hear where I was forced or really wanted to?” 

Now, if anyone really knows me, they know I would never have to be forced. I love sex!  Sometimes though, a girl just has to pretend. Especially when there’s 5 men and just her. “Oh no! Please don’t do that.” Giggles!

Well, then what would you love to hear about? What will get that sexy cock hard for us?  Would you like to know that first time I saw my Uncle’s big cock? How about the time where I took on 5 farm boys?  Maybe you’re a teacher and would love to know just how I passed Algebra? Oh, I know! How about my first girl?

You want stories? This silly girl has loads of them! Let’s reminisce.

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Written By: AJ

                 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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Is that a noise I hear downstairs?  Can’t a girl get any alone time to take care of business?  It sounds like something fell over and broke. Maybe my brother is home from college?  I wonder if he’s horny for me? Anyway, whatever. The stairs are now creaking. Yes, it’s my sexy, big brother. 

           Only, shit it’s not him! A big man yells at me and tells me to “shut up”. I think someone is playing a prank, so I tell him he needs to shut up. Now he seems really mad. He tells me to take off my shorts. I still think it’s a joke, so I do what he says, laughing. I mockingly tell him that I’m so scared. Please don’t rape me, mister. 

           I no longer think this is a prank. This man is going to rape me. Wait? Is he actually putting on a rubber? My rapist is thoughtful? He’s all over me now. Big, hands, big tongue, and huge dick. I wonder? 

          I whisper in his ear something crazy about DNA and rubbers. He looks confused, and quickly pulls out. He pulls off the nasty offending condom and plows back into me.  Just as he is about to drain his balls, he hears me say, might as well fuck a baby into me. 

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Written By: AJ

                Tiny, fragile, innocent, lonely, and sad. These are the things you look for. Aren’t they just that? Flat chests, old torn clothes, and hungry. You know just what it is you are looking for.  Your telescope is out, as they move in. You are anxiously waiting, and looking. You see bedroom furniture. Could it be? 

                  The weather took a fucking early warm turn, and she is sitting alone in her shorts. You are nothing if not friendly, so you introduce yourself to the family with drinks and cookies. Those empty brown eyes are calling to you. You smile and make small talk to her. You know all about the games, dolls, and music little ones like. You fit in so well.

               You make plans. You buy a kiddie pool, some yard toys and you are all set. You have never wanted anything so much. 

Written By: Poison Ivy

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             Christmas is the most fucking annoying holiday. It’s like the annoyance hangs over Halloween, and then fuck it’s that day again.

What annoys me about it all?

Let’s start with the fucking bells.  Bells, fucking bells wherever you go. I came up with a fun little game. I call it Slay Bells. I know, I like drinking games as much as anyone, but this is far more twisted, and will excite my dark little heart.

Every time I hear a fucking bell jingling, I commit a gratuitous act of violence. Violent Night has nothing on me, when I am pissed!

There we have it. Big, fat pedo Santa ringing his bell and I am already seeing RED! I get him alone and shove the bell up his big, fat ass. That was fun, the perfect way to bring some holiday cheer. 

I truly despise malls. That’s where I will go next. Elves ringing bells? Time to get totally violent and creative. Come here Mrs. Santa, I want to play!

Written By: Malaya Maxxx

So many thoughts in your head tonight. You are finally alone with her. You climb the stairs to her room. You can hear yourself breathe in the quiet of the empty house. You open her bedroom door, it creaks loudly. You are hoping the pills you put in her dinner will keep her asleep.

Fuck, is she tiny. You think she looks so sexy in her pink sleep shorts and top. You can see the outline of her tiny nipples under the thin material of her little shirt. You stop for a second and start of leave the room.

You can smell her now.  It is intoxicating. What is that smell?  Some sort of little girl body spray? Her lips are shiny. Maybe just a quick kiss.

You pull down the covers all the way. The outline from her sleep shorts, you have to touch it. You start to leave her room, but you hear my voice in your ear.  Just fucking do it, no one will ever know.

Written By: Poison Ivy

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            It’s mine and daddy’s favorite time of the year. We just love Halloween! We love passing out candy and looking at the sexy girl costumes. The girls are all so cute and phone sex daddy is extra fun and happy that night.

I always stay home and help daddy. I think it makes the little girls so much more at ease when they see me. Sometimes, if it’s  just the right one, we invite her in.

I help her in the door and double check that she’s alone. I learned along time ago to go after the loners.  I invite her to help herself to some punch and cookies. Her eyes are starting to close and she is passing out. 

We have to work quick now! We strip her and restrain her to my bed. I gag her because we can’t have her waking up screaming. On a happy note, daddy is sound proofing the house for next year. 

Now daddy calls his friends. I just love daddy’s friends! Let my special Halloween party begin!

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Written By: Katie

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You bring your stunning wife to me for a session. Honestly, she looks fucking scared. I don’t think she wants to be here.  I can figure out a man in less than 5 minutes. I don’t think it’s her that needs or wants my session. Look at you all manly, pretending you’re something you’ll never be. 

I explain to you that I need to have a private chat with her. I explain it’s all in the contract he signed.  Once I get her alone, she tells me the whole story.  Ah, so it seems what we have here is a man who really doesn’t want to be in control. You have a man with a dick so tiny, he could please no one. Here we have a man who plays in his wife’s toys and her pretty lacy things. The solution to this session is quite simple.

  I demand he strip for me. I examine him. Funny how some men have it all and others like him have nothing. After he’s sedated, I explain that it’s him getting a session, and many more will follow.

I hand him a pill to relax. This is the beginning of many pills to follow.  Once you look enough like a bitch, it’s time for you to see just what it’s like to be a woman. 

Written By: Poison Ivy

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  Come on now, you surely didn’t think that I was the one late with rent. I’ve been renting to this rather sexy man for a few months now. He’s been late every fucking month and I can’t have that. It’s time we had a little chat about what I expect. 

He arrives home to see a moving van sitting out front. Then comes the whining, and begging for more time. So fucking predictable. 

I tell him that maybe there’s a little something he can do for me to fix this issue. The fucking fool, begins to unzip. Yeah, that isn’t what I want from him but I do need to see what I’ll be working with.

I tell him to strip and show me what he has to offer. Not bad, but I need rent money. I tell him that I plan on pimping him out and then he’ll never be late with rent. He’s very excited now.

I tell him his first client is at the door. A few large men arrives. He pays and I bring him into the room. My renter is a bit confused now. His client is now the one unzipping. Both our eyes go wide when we see how fucking big he is.

My renter now tries to run. We simply can’t have that.  My rather large friend ties him to the bed and the nasty fun begins. A line is now forming, which gives me a fucking fab idea.  

Care to find out what happens to men who don’t pay their rent on time?  Let’s fucking play.

Written By: Malaya Maxxx

I might be young, but I’m very experienced in the deviant side of phone sex. I love it hard, fast, and raunchy. The nastier and dirtier the better. Pissing, fucking, fisting, anal, rape, torture, kidnapping, forced, gang bang, bukkakae, what the fuck ever.

Do you want to be the man next door who busts open the sweet little cherry of his favorite little girl in the neighborhood? How about making that bitch at work fall to her knees and gag on your cock while she struggles to break free from your grasp? Perhaps, you want something softer? Romantic? Anything you want, I can provide.

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Written By:  Shauna

The Spooky Season is almost here and you’re hoping that this year will be better. Last year was such a disappointment with the kids all home because of the pandemic. 

You’re so excited planning out the Haunted House you will have for them. You’re already jerking it while you think about all the sexy costumes. Fairies, nurses, Disney Princess, and little vampires. You’re busting with excitement.

I have taught you well, and you’ve procured an old abandoned home. You’ve taken many precautions to avoid any neighbors and hide yourself away as you prepare. If things go as planned, you’ll have a houseful to play with. If things go perfect, you’ll have to destroy all the evidence including the house.

I carefully check your to-do list. Edibles to pass out as typical candy, spiked punch, restraints, candles, floggers, nipple clamps, and some very sharp implements. Looks perfect!

Check with me after Halloween to see just how our little party went!

Written By: Poison Ivy

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     Your wife and kids are asleep and you’re so fucking bored.  You manage to get on the Dark Web. You can’t believe your eyes. Drugs, sex, and violence. It’s all there for you to step out of your boring comfort zone.

You’re a bit nervous, but some liquid courage helped.  Soon, you’re chatting with people you would never talk to or meet in your sorry real life. 

You begin chatting with me. You say the same tired words.  Goth girls this, Goth girls that. We go into a private chat where your fantasy meets my reality. You give me your address and alarm code. It’s fantasy after all you assume.

I show up at your home around 2 am. I am not alone. We first wake you up, and then your wife. You’re pleading, telling me you really didn’t mean it. Your wife is confused and begins to scream. I shut her up with a punch that breaks her teeth. Then she is awake and lucid enough to worry about the 2 in the next room. 

Be careful what you wish for, daddy!

Written By: Poison Ivy

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You have more than any man should. You are rich as fuck. You have numerous cars, homes, and a wardrobe of designer clothes. Yet, you are missing something in your life. The hot models are great for work parties and dinners, but you could care less about then. You can’t find what you need at a legitimate escort service, but you are afraid to find it in another country.  Even your expensive lawyers couldn’t help you out of that mess.

That is why you need me. 

What a perfect solution for your twisted needs. Marry me, and then I can’t be forced to testify if it ever came down to it. It won’t though with me helping you with your deviant needs. Think of all the fun we could have? I get to spend all your money and do as I please. You get the tiny little creatures you so desire. 

          Think of the never ending supply you would have. You are salivating at the thought of those flat little chests in pig tails. You worry that what if you get to rough, or worse yet, someone might recognize you.  I have people for disposal as well. So you see, marrying me is the perfect solution.

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Written By: Poison Ivy

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I may look sweet and innocent… it works to my advantage. My wholesome appearance makes the little ones trust me easily.
I’ve been doing calls for well over a year with someone in particular who appreciates this quality in me.

I talked to him today and told him I had found a new little treat for us while I was walking my dog. I spotted her at the park. She was a tiny little blonde named Emily with big green eyes. She ran right up to me and asked if she could pet my dog. After a few minutes, I asked her if she’d like to come back to my house and play with him, and she said yes.

Once I got her inside, I lured her into our playroom. After I closed and locked the door, I told her we were going to play a game. I demanded her to take off your clothes.

My accomplice knocked on the door and I excitedly let him in. Look at her… she’s going to be such a little whore for us, I said as I watched his cock get hard at the sight of our little slut. He couldn’t stop staring at her tiny little boobies, they’re barely starting to develop. Then he saw her smooth, hairless virgin pussy. I done well for him, he really liked her.

I told Emily to open up her mouth. He shoved his p-cock down her throat, choking her. I held her head and told her if she used her teeth she’d be punished. “Suck that cock, you little slut,” I instructed.

He got to the edge of orgasm and pulled his cock out of her mouth. “I’m going to taste you now,” he said as he slid his tongue over her bald little pussy. I watched him eat her and I told her I want you to do exactly what he’s doing to you, as I sat on her face. After she licked me to orgasm, I guided his cock into her tight, virgin pussy and watched as he fucked her.

An hour later, little Emily was no longer innocent. But she still tasted sweet, and that’s all we really care about.

Written By: Gina

Your thoughts and desires are so dark that you’re afraid to even speak them.  For the most part, you’re a normal man. You have a well paying job, 3 adorable kids, and a hot wife. Just sometimes no matter how hot your wife is, things can get so fucking boring. 

You remember the hot goth girls in college. You would watch them, study them, and imagine what sex would be like.  Never in your wildest fantasies, and darkest dreams did you ever expect me.

You see me going through my backpack to try and find my cash. I’m taking my time and holding up the line. You step in and pay for me. I invite you to drink your coffee with me at the last table. I ask a lot of questions. We’re now talking about your boring wife, and your impure thoughts about your kids. I seduce you into not going to work today.

We joke about the things you want to do, but won’t. I suggest you put yourself in my capable hands. After a long day of persuading you, you hand me your house keys, and your families schedule. I show up, but I’m not alone. You quietly tell me that wasn’t the plan. Shut up, Daddy! Remember when the screaming starts, you asked for this!

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Written By: Poison Ivy

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  Every year women and men flock to my Easter show. It’s like nothing you could possibly imagine. A deviant mix of sex, violence, and blood. This year will be more intense than ever. People are bored and need the kind of release only Malaya can provide.

My guests begin arriving. They look elegant in their gowns and tuxedos.  Sexy girls in bunny outfits are handing out party favors. I welcome all my guest, and the lights are dimed. 

There is several crosses with girls strapped to them. I place a crown of thorns on each of their innocent heads. I press the crowns as blood trickles down their faces. My audience is getting excited now. I look out and see a few of the men have their cocks out.  How I have missed these shows. Several tiny party favors are walking about sucking cocks, licking pussy’s, and sitting on laps. 

The girls are crying, and begging to not be hurt. My guests are voting on who will be the sacrifice of the night. I invite a few of my guests on stage to rape the girls. The night is going better than I planned, and it is almost time.

They have picked a girl to be sacrificed. I bring my knife to her throat, I smile, and cut her throat from ear to ear. 

My main show is now over, but a few are invited to remain for the second part. Join me in my perverse Easter celebration.

Written By: Malaya Maxxx