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I’m top of my class and a little sarcastic. My friend Lindsey says that puts guys off. Must be why I’m still a virgin. I’ve gone out on dates, but haven’t really had a boyfriend.I stand to go back to my seat, but move back to where Ben went instead.He made the sacrifice to come on this trip, so I don’t want him to think I’m not grateful.“Chaperoning a bunch of teenagers?” I hear a woman say. “You’re braver than I am.”“I don’t think it’ll be that bad. Sightseeing is something I’ve always loved. It’s the actual travel that wears me out,” Ben says. “And my wife had a business trip, so I’m happy to help.”When I get closer, I see that one of the flight attendants is talking to Ben. She has her hand on his arm. “Too bad your wife couldn’t join you. If you get lonely in Paris, I&rsq

“Spread your legs,” he says as he places one knee on the edge of the mattress.When I stretch out and do as he commanded, he smiles. He lowers to lie on his stomach. When his face lands only inches from my pussy, all the breath leaves my lungs.“So sucking my cock turned you on. That is so fucking sexy.” He licks a stripe up my inner thigh. “And you taste so sweet even though I know how sharp your tongue can be.”“Am I your type?” I ask.His gaze only flicks up to meet mine for a second before it’s right back between my thighs. He sets his hands on my thighs, then rubs his gentle thumbs up and down the lips of my pussy.“I’m still hard at the thought of being able to fuck you, even after coming down your throat. So what do you think?”“You said the flight attendant wasn’t your type.”He chuckles. “You

I roll my eyes and tune out my mom as she lectures me for the thousandth time about “growing up”, “being an adult,” and “responsibility.”That seems to be her favorite topic of conversation lately. Apparently, now that I’m eighteen, I’m supposed to stop caring about fun and start caring about taxes and jobs and college and the ever-present, amorphous “the future.”At some point, I interrupt and ask sweetly, “Tell me about your responsibilities when you were eighteen? How did you ensure that you focused on school and work and never went out or drank or had fun?”She glowers at me, and I meet her eyes, still wearing that innocent smile. I happen to know for a fact that my mom was far from a saint in college. In fact, according to the dean I interviewed with, she was rather well-known on campus for opening her legs to anyone who would buy her booze.He probably shouldn’t have told me that, but in his defense, I wasn’t wearing a bra that day, and I had the top three buttons of my blouse u

“What’s gotten into you over the last four weeks?” Mom asks. I’m in the bathroom putting the finishing touches on my appearance before work. I see her face in the mirror as she stands behind me. “It’s like you turned over a whole new leaf.”I smile thinking about how many times I’ve swallowed Daddy’s cum and how many times his cock has filled my pussy. “When I started working, I just blew it off, but things are different now. I think you were just right,” I say. I adjust my collar and button the top button. Then, I pull my hair back into a ponytail. “I needed to learn to be responsible and I like actually contributing at work.”I turn around and say, “Thank you for making me do this. It took a while for me to figure things out. I guess I had a hard shell that only working for Stepdaddy could penetrate.”She sm

God, my life is now in order!I mean, I have a schedule I actually keep.It’s crazy because I can’t recall any other time in my life, at least not since elementary school, when this is the case. Sure, I guess schedules are nothing new, but keeping them is certainly a challenge. It’s a crazy thing to feel liberated by a schedule instead of constrained by it.It might be nice to say I keep my schedule perfectly because now I have the discipline necessary to do so. It might be nice to say that but that’s a complete lie. I’m a hell of a lot more disciplined than I used to be but the reason I keep my schedule is because I know exactly what it feels like to have ass cheeks that hurt so much that just sitting down makes me want to cry.I giggle at that.I don’t like spankings at all but for some reason, I like that Daddy spanks me.Go figure!In my human psychology co