Author: Kayla

Diapie Boys Strip Club Adventure

Kayla Cumsalot 1844-33-CANDY Ext 357

“Where are we going, Mommy?” Diapie asked as I sprinkled powder over his uncaged penis. He’d be locked up for two weeks, and tonight, we’d be celebrating his freedom. My nose wrinkled, and I shook my head. As if I’d ruin the surprise. Gently, I folded down his erection so I could tape his diaper up tightly. Someone was VERY excited to be able to stretch out. However, we wouldn’t want any accidents where we were going. “Please, just a hint?”

I sighed as I pulled up his jeans and then buckled them. He dipped his head between my jaw and shoulder as I zipped his pants. Diapie’s lips tickled my neck, and he pleaded again. “Okay, okay.” I giggled and stepped back to help him into his big boy button-up shirt. “It’ll be VERY exciting.” My eyebrows wiggled as he grumbled that my hint wasn’t a hint at all.

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Viagra and Company

Kayla Cumsalot 1844-33-CANDY Ext 357

“Kayla,” My name was a plea slipping from his lips. He looked over his shoulder at me as my thumb pried open his ass cheeks, and my other hand nudged the remote-controlled plug at his anus. “I really don’t want to do this.” It was cute that he thought he had a say.

“I know, baby.” I offered him a gentle smile and pushed the end of the plug till his ass accepted the toy. His whole body tensed, and a soft grunt was breathed free of his tight mouth. “I don’t care. Turn around.” He may be saying he doesn’t want to play my little game, but my submissive boy turned quickly to lie down before me. His cock was rock hard, though that was probably from the Viagra I forced him to swallow thirty minutes ago and not because I was about to diaper him and buzz his ass while we had company over.

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Kayla Cumsalot 1844-33-CANDY Ext 357

Baby Brian and I were just hanging out on a lazy Sunday. While I was scrolling on my phone, he sat on the floor in his cartoon diapie and a little tee shirt. Brain was playing with some little cars, making loud “Vroom Vroom” sounds so he didn’t hear when the text notification binged. Ryan was asking to come over and fill me full of his cum. Which Baby Brian hates for obvious reasons. I really wanted that good dick, though, so I texted Ryan back, telling him to give me like ten minutes to find a way to keep Brian busy so we could have fun.

Then, I remembered I’d just bought a high chair for Brian and knew that could be the perfect place to trap him for his Sunday afternoon cucking! I rolled the chair out and said, “Look what I got for you, Big boy!”

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It’s Not Fair

Posted 1 month ago by Kayla

Kayla Cumsalot 1844-33-CANDY ext 357

My cousin Josh was in town for work and asked if he could stay with us instead of getting a hotel. My parents told him they would love to have him stay since we never get to see him, but that meant I couldn’t go out tonight. It’s just not fair that I have to change my schedule for my cousin. It’d been a long ass time since I’d seen Josh, so I was pretty surprised when he showed up.

He’s a few years older than me, but I remember him being pretty nerdy when we were younger. He was a tall and skrony dork back then, but the man who wrapped me up in a tight hug tonight in the entryway was a whole man! He was still way taller than me, but he’d filled out in all the right places. I could tell he was thinking the same about me when he couldn’t take his eyes off my tits. I mean, he tried not to make it obvious, but the boy was almost drooling.

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Kayla Cumsalot 1844-33-CANDY Ext 357

HAPPY NEW YEAR! Let’s welcome 2025 into our lives by looking back at some of the cartoons that brought smiles to our faces all those years ago. I’m going to be hosting a Cartoon Flashback game night. Join me in the playroom at 9 pm EST to play!

A new month means everyone is eligible to win, and it’s free to play! What else do you have to do on a Wednesday night that’s more fun than playing with us?!

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Kayla 844-33-CANDY EXT 357

My snow pants were wet from where I’d been sitting in the snowbank, watching Jake try to figure out how to balance on his snowboard. I curled my gloved fingers in front of my mouth. Trying to blow hot air on them to try to warm them up. We’d been out here for hours trying to enjoy the fresh powder, and we hadn’t even gotten off the baby slopes.

Looking over towards the bigger trails, I longed to be over there. I wanted to glide down the mountain while leaning my weight back and forth. Such a freeing feeling but no. Here I sat in the mother fucking snow, watching Jake fall to his knees over and over. “Wanna give it a rest?” I ask hopefully. We came up here for a romantic weekend in the mountains at a luxurious ski resort but should have just stayed in bed. He shook his head and muffled something about almost having it. Sure, he did. A tall, lean snowboarder with colored goggles sped down the piste and skirted the snowflakes to stop right in front of me.

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Kayla Cumsalot 1844-33-CANDY Ext 357

Dear Mrs. Wifey,

I’m writing you this letter because I just think it’s time you know. I’ve never been a “girls girl,” if you know what I mean, and I’m tired of sharing.

For years now, your Husband has been mine. In secret, sure, but how you’ve been too stupid and oblivious not to know what’s going on has always boggled my mind. The man you married is sexy as hell, smart, and so funny. He’s a prize, one you’ve neglected and frustrated. You practically pushed him into my waiting arms, and I’ve been fucking him since.

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Threesome Gone Wrong

Kayla Cumsalot 1844-33-CANDY Ext 357

My friend Mark has made it super clear he wants to fuck me, but I’ve been holding out. He’s a really good friend, and while yeah, fuckbuddies are great, if the sex is bad, then things get weird. Or worse, if the friend catches feelings, it can ruin everything.

After Friendsgiving, when everyone left except for my fuckbuddy Ryan, he asked me why I wouldn’t give poor Mark any pussy and was teasing me about being a cocktease. I tried to defend myself, but after so many drinks, I wasn’t even convincing myself. So I called Mark. “You still wanna fuck me?” I blurted when he picked up. He laughed, but I continued. “Look, Ry and I are here at my place, and I think we should have a threesome, so get over here before I change my mind.” As soon as I hung up, I threw my phone and bursted into a fit of giggles. “Do you think he’ll cum? I asked Ry, who smirked and replied, “So many times.”

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Kayla Cumsalot 1844-33-CANDY Ext 357

Humiliating boys is my job; I think I’m pretty good at it. I always find out what embarrasses them the most, and then I pick at it that nerve over and over until it’s raw. The exposed trigger is much easier to pluck for the desired results. It’s fun for me and obviously pleasing for the losers and diaper dummies, but what I didn’t expect was for some Diaper Daddy to turn it around on me and cause me to be the one who was humiliated!

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Upsetting The Welder

Kayla Cumsalot 1844-33-CANDY Ext 357

Daddy’s shop has a lot of rules. Like a lot. “Don’t touch the buttons on the lift,” “Don’t mess with the air compressor,” “Put the tools back where they belong.” On and on; seriously, how is one little girl supposed to know and remember all of Daddy’s silly rules every time she wants to visit his workshop?  He says the shop can be a dangerous place for curious girls, and all of the rules are to protect me and keep me safe, but honestly, I just think he makes them up so he can spank me whenever he feels like it.

For example, the day I waltzed into his shop and stopped in my tracks. A colorful eruption of sparkles exploded in front of Daddy as he hunched over the bench. The sparks were so bright they made him look like a dark shadow as he worked under a big helmet. My feet started bringing me closer, mesmerized by how the bright lights danced off every surface around him. Because I wasn’t looking where I was going, my foot kicked something heavy on the floor, and the clang caught Daddy’s attention. His helmet-covered head snapped in my direction, and the sparks stopped immediately. I could tell just by his posture I was in trouble.

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