Succor for Misdeeds

Succor for Misdeeds

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"Good girl. Good, filthy girl. Do you know when I really noticed you, Luce? At a pep rally. Across the gym. You were with a friend. Your smile was so pretty I wanted you right then. I thought about crossing the gym to you and pulling you to your feet. Leading you to that railing along the side of the bleachers. You were wearing jeans, but I imagined a skirt." At this, his hand found it's way under my dress, trailing up my leg again. "A short skirt I could push up. Would you like to get fucked in front of the whole school?" My stomach twisted when he said it, and I clenched my thighs. My pussy throbbed. I squirmed against him, but he held me in place. "I knew you would. I just knew you would take my cock in front of everyone. Filling you from behind, bent over for everyone to see you dripping and full. You'd be mine, and they'd all know. Would you let me take you like that in front of everyone?" * * * * * * High school junior Luce's mom is dead, and grief does funny things. In Luce's case, it makes her eager to be rid of her virginity. Classmate Ravi Singh is happy to help out.
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"Are you gonna take it like a good girl or should I bend you over my lap and spank you like the filthy whore you are?" It was a man's voice I didn't recognize and the greeting caught me off guard. "I-I'm sorry? What'd you say?" I asked, holding the phone away from my ear as if staring at it would bring another person on the line. "I said, are you gonna take it like a good girl or should I bend you over my lap and spank you like the filthy whore you are?" He repeated. My heart skipped a beat and I swallowed, feeling nervous. "I-uh...I think I have the wrong number?" "No one deliberately dials this number just to say that. Spread your legs and touch your pussy. I want you to finger yourself and place the phone between your legs. Let me hear how wet you sound." He said, voice lower now. More demanding. I had to catch my breath. In a shaky voice I managed to get out "No, I'm serious. I really do think I have the wrong number." I sat up and glanced around my room. The walls here weren't thin, they were thick and the rooms were placed further apart from each other. Still, I was paranoid that someone might've heard the conversation. "Oh-Jesus. I'm so sorry. Are you sure you have the wrong number? This hotline isn't in public phone books. It's listed in erotica and p*rn magazines." Oh god..... _________ It's the winter of 1983 and 19 year old Ayelani Mayer, a college freshman is preparing herself for final exams. She, instead, accidentally dials the number of a sex phone operator named Michael. A 25 year old single man living across states who fulfills the fantasies women have until they cum. Ayelani was in need to vent and stress relief. She found it elsewhere other than the schools hotline. And that was Michael teaching her how to have sex and fucking her so hard that her eyes rolled to the back of her head. #4 in sugardaddy! 08/06/25 #1 in mjperv! 08/24/25 #1 in moonwalker! 08/28/25 #1 in mjfan! 09/26/25 #1 in thriller era! 10/03/25

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