Posted 2 weeks ago
yourbadgrrl:

Mr. Grace got tired of Mrs. Grace bitching about how he ogled the babysitter, and how the babysitter was always checking him out.
"And you just encourage her, Mark! I can’t stand it! It makes me sick!" she hissed, eyes blazing. Something there caught his eye.
"Are you jealous, Missy?" he asked. He was surprise by her reply.
"Goddam, yes!" she cried. "I want Marcy to look at me like that, too!” She covered her mouth in horror, as if to stop her admission. But it was too late. Mr. Grace smirked. He knew how to fix this.
So late Saturday night, with the kids fast asleep, the two sat Marcy down and had a long chat with her about their uncomfortableness with her behavior. Marcy sat, weeping quietly, ashamed at being called out. She really needed this job! And now she couldn’t look either of them in the eye…
But then something interesting happened.
Mrs. Grace, fortified by more than one martini stroked Marcy’s warm thigh, comforting her. “We understand, Marcy. We do. You’re young, and you’re exploring your sexuality. That’s a wonderful thing. It’s just that…well…if you want to explore your sexuality with Mr. Grace, you’re going to have to explore me, too.”
Marcy sat up, stunned. “What?” She must be hearing things!
"What she’s saying, Marcy dear," said Mr. Grace as his hand disappeared under her uniform skirt, "is that we both want you. Right now. Do you want us?" He looked into her eyes, smiling. Nodding.
Marcy looked slowly from one to the other, then smiled and licked her lips. It was as if the sheer force of their lust pinned her back against the couch, and she closed her eyes, surrendering, letting the Graces stroke and tease her. The feeling of both their hands on her was amazing. They both leaned into her, kissing her, pulling off her blouse, stroking and kissing her full breasts, pulling her panties aside, exploring her tight hot wetness, her greedy hard bud. She was purring and wriggling about like a cat, letting them push her down onto the couch. Letting them have their way with her.
She knew Mrs. Grace would enact some kind of punishment from her, but Marcy was more than ready to confess her sins and to eat Mrs. Grace’s gorgeous waxed pussy until she screamed. Anything to keep Mr. Grace’s big cock working her holes. Mrs. Grace spanked her kitty long and hard, then she gave Marcy absolution, licking and sucking her into a frenzy of orgasms as her husband pumped the dirty teen’s holes full of cum.
And she let them abuse her, smiling all the while, because now she had both Missy and Mark wrapped around her little finger. Mark had not believed her when she told him that his wife wanted her sweet high school pussy as much as he did. But Marcy was never wrong about these things.
She would really look forward to Wednesday nights from now on!

yourbadgrrl:

Mr. Grace got tired of Mrs. Grace bitching about how he ogled the babysitter, and how the babysitter was always checking him out.

"And you just encourage her, Mark! I can’t stand it! It makes me sick!" she hissed, eyes blazing. Something there caught his eye.

"Are you jealous, Missy?" he asked. He was surprise by her reply.

"Goddam, yes!" she cried. "I want Marcy to look at me like that, too!” She covered her mouth in horror, as if to stop her admission. But it was too late. Mr. Grace smirked. He knew how to fix this.

So late Saturday night, with the kids fast asleep, the two sat Marcy down and had a long chat with her about their uncomfortableness with her behavior. Marcy sat, weeping quietly, ashamed at being called out. She really needed this job! And now she couldn’t look either of them in the eye…

But then something interesting happened.

Mrs. Grace, fortified by more than one martini stroked Marcy’s warm thigh, comforting her. “We understand, Marcy. We do. You’re young, and you’re exploring your sexuality. That’s a wonderful thing. It’s just that…well…if you want to explore your sexuality with Mr. Grace, you’re going to have to explore me, too.”

Marcy sat up, stunned. “What?” She must be hearing things!

"What she’s saying, Marcy dear," said Mr. Grace as his hand disappeared under her uniform skirt, "is that we both want you. Right now. Do you want us?" He looked into her eyes, smiling. Nodding.

Marcy looked slowly from one to the other, then smiled and licked her lips. It was as if the sheer force of their lust pinned her back against the couch, and she closed her eyes, surrendering, letting the Graces stroke and tease her. The feeling of both their hands on her was amazing. They both leaned into her, kissing her, pulling off her blouse, stroking and kissing her full breasts, pulling her panties aside, exploring her tight hot wetness, her greedy hard bud. She was purring and wriggling about like a cat, letting them push her down onto the couch. Letting them have their way with her.

She knew Mrs. Grace would enact some kind of punishment from her, but Marcy was more than ready to confess her sins and to eat Mrs. Grace’s gorgeous waxed pussy until she screamed. Anything to keep Mr. Grace’s big cock working her holes. Mrs. Grace spanked her kitty long and hard, then she gave Marcy absolution, licking and sucking her into a frenzy of orgasms as her husband pumped the dirty teen’s holes full of cum.

And she let them abuse her, smiling all the while, because now she had both Missy and Mark wrapped around her little finger. Mark had not believed her when she told him that his wife wanted her sweet high school pussy as much as he did. But Marcy was never wrong about these things.

She would really look forward to Wednesday nights from now on!

(Source: simply-black-and-white)

Posted 2 weeks ago
yourbadgrrl:

Yes, please!

yourbadgrrl:

Yes, please!

(Source: hypnolord)

Posted 2 weeks ago

kinkycasey:

There’s no pay off for being rich or successful or at the very top

you don’t win. You just die.

If you want to win. You have to win, right now.

The pay off is now.

(Source: nymphoninjas)

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yourbadgrrl:

Why I wear a lot of white…;)

(Source: naughty-butt-nice)

Posted 2 weeks ago
unjournalnu:

Forgot to queue myself last night.  

unjournalnu:

Forgot to queue myself last night.  

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