Author: Kayla

Our Secret

Posted 1 week ago by Kayla

Our Secret

Kayla Cumsalot 1844-33-CANDY Ext 357

Daddy and I has a secret; I’m not o’possed to tell. It’s really exciting for me though so I decided to write it in my little diary. Putting it down on paper should help me from telling anyone and making Daddy mad. I really, really don’t like it when Daddy gets mad. ‘Cus then he ends up hurting me.

I know he just wants me to be a good girl so I can keep being his girlfriend. Oops, hehe. See, I spilled the secret already! After the other night when Daddy walked into my room while I was changing, he said he wanted to show me something and play a special game. I just love games with Daddy but I was a little nervous ‘cus he said I didn’t have to get dressed for this game.

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Cum Cubes

Posted 3 weeks ago by Kayla

Kayla Cumsalot 1844-33-CANDY Ext 357

Once he started sharing his cum with me, he became addicted to how it tasted. No one tastes better than he does, and after we started talking about how much we love playing with his sticky jizz, he suggested maybe we make cum cubes! I thought it was a five-star idea. First, because helping him fill an ice cube tray full of his creamy loads was going to be so much fun. This is about how many orgasms it would take to fill a regular-sized Ice cube tray.

He’d better be hydrated as we work him up over and over throughout the course of the weekend to prepare for our fetish fun. Pulling the tray from the freezer every time his balls are ready to unload. Mmm, then milk him out into the little divided tray and put it back until he’s ready again. So sexy.

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What are you doing at nine pm EST? I’ll tell you what you’re going to be doing! You’ll Join Julie and me in the phonesexcandy playroom for Game Night! It’s free to play, and there will be a basket of giggles this week! With a dash of well-meaning humiliation!

We’re going to see how our players stack up against household items. I’m sure you’ve measured your dick against a hundred things before, so this won’t be anything you aren’t used to. I guess minus the audience, but it will be fun! And the biggest boy in the room wins (Because, of course, he does. Cucks and little dick losers always come in last.)

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Many things can be used to humiliate a man, but one sure-fire way to embarrass a grown man is to put him in diapers because his cock is lacking. The cock is what makes you a man, right? So when I pull down your pants and find a baby dick hiding in there instead of a mouth-watering, thick veiny cock, of course, I’m going to laugh and immediately want to put that puny thing in pampers.

Take Baby Riley, for example. He says he will do anything for his Mommy Kaykay and be such an obedient boy, but that doesn’t stop me from exposing how wittle and pathetic his baby dick is.

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Sharing Can Be Fun

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Have you ever eaten your cum? Have you ever considered it? Maybe you’d be willing to share it with me? Sharing can be fun! I have to be honest; it turns me on thinking about snowballing your load after I’ve sucked it from your cock. I know, I know. Many guys say that’s gross, and they wouldn’t ever, but …for me?

Picture it, okay? I’m on my knees, between your legs, slowly working my plump lips up and down your shaft. My tongue is washing back and forth along the underside of your cock as I draw you closer and closer to orgasm. My honey-brown eyes blink up at you, and you all see desire and desperation. You know I want nothing more than for you to cum in my mouth. The tightening grip of my hand working your base, pumping you between my lips, only confirms it.

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Birthday Wishes Do Cum True

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No one in the crowded hotel lobby knew what I was there to do. They didn’t know under my black trench coat, I wore an emerald green, strappy lingerie set minus the panties. There was no way for them to tell that the garter belt holding my nude thigh-highs up framed my dripping, bald pussy. These facts only made me wetter as I stared at the elevator through the swarm of strangers.

Finally, the doors opened, and a petite brunette smiled at me. She strode toward me with purpose and waved a key card up. “Kayla?” I nodded, and she slapped the card into my hand. “He’s in room 309. Blindfolded and restrained. You have him for twenty-four hours, just his birthday. But remember, “The icy stare she pinned me with gave me chills. “He’s still my Husband. No matter how badly he wants you.”

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Turning The Tables

Kayla Cumsalot 1844-33-CANDY Ext 357

My Boss called me into his office and asked me to shut the door. I hadn’t been his secretary for long, so I was pretty nervous I’d made some kind of mistake. I sat across from him and crossed my legs. The tight pencil skirt I wore rode up a bit to show off the lace tops of my thigh-high stockings. I called you in here today to discuss your wardrobe.” He stated with a bit of a growl. “The way you dress is a serious distraction. I mean, Kayla, you are obviously a beautiful girl, but wearing such tight skirts and shirts isn’t helping anyone around here be productive.”

“Well, that isn’t very fair.” I lifted my chin as I replied boldly. “You walk around the office looking sexy as fuck in that suit and bossing everyone around the way you do. It constantly makes my panties wet, but I’m still able to do my job. I don’t think the problem is me; I think you just can’t handle yourself.” I smirked as his nostrils flared and flicked the top button on my blouse to give him a better view of my swelling cleavage. I’d say I successfully turned the tables on his plan.

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Mommy Piddles Your Pants

Kayla Cumsalot 1844-33-CANDY Ext 357

D and I had a long morning of running errands and cleaning up from the weekend. It was midafternoon by the time he finally sat on the couch with a huff. I grinned as I straddled his lap, my hands planting against his pecs. A soft moan slipped from D as I ground the crotch of my little cotton shorts against the zipper of his jeans and leaned in to press my mouth to his softly. “I haven’t seen you go potty in a while,” I murmured against his lips.

His hands shifted on my hips, and I could tell he was getting anxious. My fingers moved down his belly to the waistline of his jeans, and I pulled the material up so I could peek inside. He was wearing his cartoon training pants instead of boxers. I moaned and looked up at him. “You aren’t gonna have an accident for Mommy, are you?”

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Friday Morning Dirty Diaper Daycare

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Oh, Vey! I know the playroom can sometimes feel like a daycare, but Friday morning was the stinkiest, dirtiest diaper daycare playroom day I’ve smelled in a long time!

Sherry and I were watching the toddlers, you know, the usual crew, Mr. Stinky Pampers, StinkyToddler, and Babypantsbilly. Even a few other diaper boys were hanging around, like BabyKolty and BabyRiley. Everyone was playing nicely, and then the smell hit us in the noses like a garbage truck with no brakes! With so many possible dirty diapers, we were going to have to check every single one and clean up those dirty boys

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Innocent Little Mila

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Mila isn’t as innocent as her big brother would like to think. I’ve been babysitting her for longer than he’s been away at college, but I guess since he’s a guy and all, he always thinks he knows better. However, his little sister is growing into a wild thing, and honestly, it hasn’t taken that much influence from me to get her there.

He thinks of her as a kid, and I wanted to help her seem like a woman in his eyes, so I dressed her in slutty lingerie and a micro skirt. I did her makeup like a stripper, and she looked hot as hell if I do say so myself. I mean, I was doing him a favor! Helping him see the real her, so why did he bust into her bedroom and yell at me?

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