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Traffic Ticket

So I just recently got my driver’s license and driving all on my own. However, the other day I got a ticket for running a red light and there was only one witness that saw me run the red light. I didn’t want my Mom and Dad to find out about it so I decided to think of a plan to get the ticket dismissed. So I came up with a plan, I showed up to the gas station where  ran the red light at and saw the only eye witness working at the gas station. So I went inside of the gas station and I asked to talk to him privately. So the man took me into the back where his office was in the store and shut the door behind us. I made sure that I wore a very short, tight green dress to get him to think of my teen pussy and not about what happened that day at the light. So I made a deal with him, if he said the light was green, I will give him the green light to fuck me. Which lead to my traffic ticket being dismissed and I owe it all to my slutty green dress. 😉

No Pain, No Gain

My soccer coach told me that when the going gets tough, the tough get going. I wonder if that’s how it is with Daddy, too. I always wonder what gets his Daddy dickie going. If only I could feel the roughness of his hand spanking my bare bottom once again! I feel like I’m a bad little girl who needs to be punished, and once my Papa swats me really good, I’ll have learned my lesson and become his special good girl. Maybe my soccer coach can spank me if I ask him. The other day when I was tying my cleats, my friend Janine went over to him crying because she got a cut on her elbow. Mr. Jackson didn’t give her a bandaid or anything at all. He patted it distractedly and told her to buck up. Maybe he meant to say ‘fuck up’ or ‘suck up.’ I’ve heard my Mommy and Daddy saying those adult words before. I don’t know. Maybe I was always meant to be a roughhoused little girl, and my Daddy’s pride and joy. Now if only I could get him to spank me already!

Grown-Up Talk

All week I have been trying to get my Daddy to spank me. I wanna get swatted, but my Daddy doesn’t think I’m a bad girl! He keeps rubbing my little girl shoulders and telling me he loves me. So I had to do something really bad. I walked up to him yesterday when he came home from work. I looked up at him by making my eyes very wide and I told him flat out that adults like to touch my privates. He got a stern Daddy expression on his face and asked me who touches my privates. I told him just about everyone. Because it’s true. All of the adults in my life really love to stick their hands in my pants and fondle my little girl boobies and make me feel good. I also told my Daddy about the scary man at the mall who made me yank on his long hard stick and then put it in my mouth and bottom. Daddy got speechless and looked sort of shell-shocked. Then he walked to the cabinet where all of the grown-up drinks are, took down a big bottle, and started drinking from it without even pouring it in a glass. How cum I’m not allowed to do that with milk and juice?

Getting Drilled By The Dentist

I love going to the dentist! He always gives me a big long lollipop that he shoves past my teeth. It’s long, warm, and thick and he puts it in my mouth for me. My Dentist calls it his special lollipop, and he pulls it out from his pants. He says to me: “Be a good little girl, Leslie,” and I always am! He sprays special tasty goo out of his huge rod, and I take it all in like a very good patient. Last time at the Dentist, he filled up my mouth with yummy gooey cum! I didn’t want any cavities, so I swished it around and tasted the musky, milky white treat. My Dentist is so good to me! I was glad when he gave me a little bottle to take home. It was filled to the brim with his special mouthwash! Now, right before bed, I’m going to stick my finger in the sticky white cum and coat my teeth with it. My little tongue will dart out to taste all of the deliciousness, and I might even put some on my toothbrush, too. I like to use my toothbrush to vibrate against my cunny. : )

Lost and Found

  

The other day I was walking around the mall and got myself really lost. For some reason, I can’t ever stay close to my Mommy! I kept wandering around to look for a nice adult to help me, but I was still scared. Grown men kept looking at me really serious-like. Their looks always make me nervous. That’s because I know that they like to touch me in my private places now. I decided to go wait in Claire’s, the sparkly pink store with pretty barrettes and earrings, even though my Mommy and Daddy wont let me get my ears pierced. Mommy would find me there! But she didn’t…..because I never even got there. Instead, just as I was passing a water fountain, I bent over to get a sip of refreshing cool water, and I felt someone put his hand on my little girl bottom! It was a big, strong, grown-up hand, and it started squeezing my little cheeks. The thing is, we were out of sight of nice, happy people and I was all alone with a stranger! “STRANGER DANGER!” I started screaming. “STRANGER DANGER!”


The scary stranger man swooped down right in front of me! There was oodles and noodles of fierceness in his eyeballs. “Be quiet,” he warned me with a mean hiss. His scary grown-up hand had moved away from my bottom to clamp over my mouth, instead. My terrified shrieks were now nothing more than muted aggression. I tried to kick him like my Mommy told me to do if I was even in danger, but the scary serious grown-up man just clenched my jaw harder until I whimpered painfully and cut out my screaming. “Good girl,” he breathed in my face. His breath stank of the hearts and souls of many little good little girls before me. I also could’ve sworn I’d gotten a whiff of sopping, musky kitty juices on his tongue. My own little cunny started getting a little wet right then. That’s because the sweet spot between my legs has learned to grow moist when stranger men and women touch my privates.

“Good,” the scary stranger man conceded. “Now, I’m going to take you to my favorite, special store, little girl.” He waited for me to nod before he went on. “It’s called Spencer’s….you ever been to Spencer’s?” With his hand still suffocating my mouth, I shook my head. My jawbones were really starting to hurt from getting squeezed so hard. Also, a little bit of saliva was dribbling out of my mouth, on account of the fact that my lips were skewed open slightly. This made the meanie man laugh. “Well, kitten, I think the two of us are going to have some fun together….” I shivered as the stranger dragged me away from the hiding spot behind the restrooms, where the water fountain was.  I followed behind him like a good little girl because he told me to pretend to be his daughter, or he’d kill me and my whole family. Then he tugged me into Spencer’s which was NOT pink at all! It was all painted black and made of bricks, and there was graffiti everywhere. The scary stranger man went to the front, and pulled me by my little hand very hard to go along with him. I followed petulantly, and he picked out some weird things from the wall. There were little beads that looked like necklaces, and teeny tiny egg-shaped bullets. After the guy checked out, he forced me back to my hiding spot, and pulled down my pants behind the water fountain.

“I hope you like my little gift, girlie,” he cackled evily. Then he spread my butt cheeks and stuck the necklace right up my bottom hole! I screamed, but it just made him happier, and he rubbed the hard, erect front of his pants against my little girl backside. Then he grabbed the little bullets and touched something on them, they started making a noise like BUzzzZZzzz. He stretched open my little kitty and shoved those bullets inside of me, too! I was screaming and crying so hard, but he kept abusing my little holes while he jacked off at the same time. Then he exploded his load inside of my panties, and made me pull them back up and wear them like that. I waddled tearfully back to the front of the mall, where my Mommy was waiting for me. I didn’t say a word about it…..but I just hate Spencer’s very much….

Good Night, Little Leslie

I had my very first sleepover last night. My friend Mary brought me to her house and showed me her pink room. Her fluffy, quilted comforter was so soft and it made me sleepy right away! Mary told me that since he was a single parent, her dad always came in to kiss her goodnight. But when Mary’s dad came in later, he did much more than kiss her! I tried to cover my ears and sink down beneath the blankets, but I heard and saw everything. Just as it was beginning to end, I convinced myself to drift off and forget about the whole thing. After all, plenty of adults have touched me down there before. So what if Mary’s dad does that to her, too? After all, she’s a very nice friend, and Mary’s dad was probably just showing her how much he loves her. So that’s why, later that night, I wasn’t prepared for my own blankets to be yanked off. Boom! Right as I was drifting off into a wonderland called Slumberland, I felt the covers leave my body, and big, thick, grown-up hands covering my teeny, soft girl titties! I thought it was a dream at first, but dreams can’t feel that good . . . can they?

My Daddy Touches My Private Place

 Yesterday Daddy walked in to my room and saw me. I was doing something bad. Even though my Mommy and Daddy told me to never, ever touch my private place, I couldn’t help myself. Since everyone else touches me down there. I really wanted to see why it was so special. It felt good when people put their hands on me down there. So when my parents went downstairs to talk on the phone for their job, I started exploring. First, I poked the area with the tips of my fingers. It felt wet and sort of soft.  I heard Mommy call it a vagina once, but I heard Daddy say it was called a cunt. He said that to Mommy when they were making a lot of sex noise in their bedroom one night. I accidentally walked in. Oppsies. That’s probably why Daddy walked in when I had my pink panties around my ankles. I was sticking one of my Crayola markers inside and moving it around. That’s how sex works, I think. When Daddy saw me, he started breathing really hard. Then he came over and grabbed my fingers and started sucking them. I don’t know why. Finally, he started putting his fingers where the marker had been, and it felt sooooo good!! Before he left, Daddy told me that my private place was just for him and me. “Okay, Daddy,” I said to him. I can’t wait for Daddy to cum back and play with my privates again!

Voyeuristic Phone Sex With Leslie

It’s Superbowl Sunday, and my Daddy loves football! My whole town does. It’s such an American sport, and people here love to celebrate it. They light fireworks and have BBQS and watch TV on their big flat screens. You know what I like to do? Go exploring! I decided to walk right outside into the pleasant sunshine and take a trip to my new favorite spot. It’s this watering hole in the woods by my house. Changing zippity-quick into my little pink bikini, I grabbed a towel, slid on my flip-flops, and rushed outside. When I got there, I dipped my feet in the cool water and smiled. The even-temperature of the little stream had me splashing around and giggling! It wasn’t until I heard a different giggle that I looked up from my playing. There was an old man standing between two trees, watching me. I did exactly what I’ve learned to do in this type of situation. I started stripping off my pink bikini top and bottoms. The old man was stroking his dick so hard, I thought he’d cum right then and there. But I decided to make it even better for him. Squatting down in the brook butt naked, I dipped my bare little kitty in the water. Then I rubbed my little boobies and started singing softly like the storybook princesses do in the forest. When the man finally blew his load, I was shoving my limbs in the sticky sand at the bottom of the stream. It made me think of how it’d feel to shove some other body parts of mine onto the old man’s sticky part. When I looked up to ask him, though, he had already left.

Bite My Ass

Have you ever had your ass munched on like a Hostess cupcake? Trust me, it’s the hottest thing since butt sex.

Today started out innocently enough. I woke up and didn’t get dressed. Walking out onto the terrace au naturel, I breathed in the rich, aromatic scent of the steaming coffee wafting from my mud. The porcelain warmed my hands as I leaned over the railing of the patio. Then my hands warmed my tits, because those babiez get chilly, too.

Lost in thought, I nearly jumped out of my skin when I heard his deep voice booming behind me. (It’s a good thing I didn’t, too, ‘cus Victor would need that skin later for mackin’ on). Then I felt the thick, velvety fabric brushing against my ankles. 

I gasped and turned, but Victor gripped my lower back. A single finger found my lips and pressed against them firmly,  silent threat for silence.

He didn’t have to tell me twice. I knew exactly who this tall, imposing man before me was: Victor Lowrey; a vagrant rogue who stemmed from old money. He’d been terrorizing my neighborhood for almost two weeks now, and the police had advised all its attractive female residents to stay inside and lock their doors. I had thought I’d be safe out on my very own terrace in broad daylight, but this turned out to be very untrue. 

The last thing I heard before slipping away into blissful darkness was Victor’s taunting voice.

“Soon Naudia,” he crooned, “soon.”

Turns out, vampires love ass sex. 

Poppers With A Side Of Cherries

This week was fun, but something scary happened to me again. I was playing in my backyard with my dog. Her name is Sparkles, and she’s my friend.

Why does everyone keep touching me in my private places? My Mommy and Daddy said to me “No. Don’t let boys touch you in your private places.” But what about girls? Sometimes I get so confused with all of these grown-up rules.

Just as I was pitching the little tennis ball that Sparkles and I use to play catch, I heard some rustling sounds over the fence. Rustle, rustle, rustle, the sounds went. I got curious, so I walked over to the bushes lining the gate . . . and BAM! Something hit me right in the face!

I don’t remember what happened next, but everything was all black and fuzzy. When I woke up, I was trapped in a warm, dark room with very soft sheets . . . and I wasn’t wearing any clothes! OH NO! I thought. Not again!

I tried to pull the blanket over myself. But someone walked in and revealed herself to me. That’s right, she revealed herself, right before my innocent, nudie little eyes!

I was shell-shocked. She looked just like a nice, trusting adult I would’ve run to if I’d ever needed a bandaid. Except that her big bobbies were showing, and that wasn’t nice at all.

“What have you done with Sparkles?” I huffed angrily, all weak-but-brave-damsel-in-distress like.

The woman cackled meanly. Mwah-ha-ha-ha-ha, she cackled, only not quite as nice sounding.

“I believe you’ll find yourself to be a little more pliable,” she announced, “once you get a whiff of this.”

I did not want a whiff of anything, really. But she was a bad girl villain, and bad girl villains don’t listen to what you want. Then she came over and stuck a bottle under my nose. I tried to turn away, but my head still kinda hurt. That’s my kryptonite, if you can keep a secret. When someone bashes my head open in my very own backyard.

The stuff in the bottle smelled really bad. My battling arms soon dropped uselessly to my sides. Then the mean lady laid me down on the floor and purred at me. I gulped as she recapped the bottle and set it down.

“How does that feel?” she asked seductively, trailing a long fingernail down my abdomen.

It felt great. All of a sudden my dizziness increased, but at the same time, a happy feeling overcame me. My dampening kitty felt really hollow, like it needed to be stuffed. The mean lady saw me wiggling to be touched and immediately laughed all evil-like again.

She stretched forward then and pulled out a canister from beneath the couch. It was full of little red circles marinading in red liquid. The looked like veiny eyeballs in blood.

“Cordial cherries,” the woman supplied at my horrified expression. “Poppers and cherries,” she laughed.

I didn’t understand the joke until she repeated it three more times, guffawing louder with each word. Finally she was leaning over me in a laughing fit, so I reached up and grabbed her booby to snap her out of it.

“Umm, excuse me,” I interrupted politely, “but aren’t you going to touch my privates?”