Kayla Cumsalot 184433CANDY Ext 357
I found some things on your laptop, and I’m disgusted. I thought you were a nice guy—a guy I could trust. Everyone loves you! They think you are fun, kind, and sweet, but you aren’t, are you? You’re a DIRTY, SICK, FUCK.
I’ve asked you to take a walk with me so we can TALK. I can tell you are nervous. Overthinking. Trying to guess what I might be upset about. When we get to the park, it’s dusk. Only a few are still playing on the structures.
Kayla Cumsalot 1844-33-CANDY Ext 357
For as long as I can remember, long before I was old enough to understand what my heart’s desire was, I craved a Daddy Dom. But my wish wasn’t for the soft Doms I met online or even the depraved sadists I read about in my favorite smut novels. I longed for a man somewhere in between the two worlds.
A fantasy, surely, for where would a girl find a man who wished to care for her with a gentle hand? Yet wish to strangle every orgasm from her with the same strong fingers? As I grew, I gave up on my mythical Daddy dream. It’d never come true. There could be no man alive who’d keep sweet lovin Kaykay on her toes in the way she desired. Or so I thought.
Kayla Cumsalot 1844-33-CANDY Ext 357
The truck rumbled to a stop at the top of the Mesa, and he reached over to touch my cheek. I was looking out the windshield, in awe of the landscape under the setting sun. “It’ll be cold once the sun goes down.” His fingers trailed down my throat and tugged the collar of the jacket I wore. “Zip this up.” I nodded, and my fingers deftly tugged the zipper from my hips to my throat without ever looking away from the view before me.
I heard him chuckle and finally pulled my gaze away from the burning sky to focus on his face. “Ready, baby girl?” He slipped out of the truck when I nodded, but left the driver’s side door wide open. I watched him move around to the passenger side, then he pulled my door open. I turned my body to melt into his chest and slink down his front until my feet hit the dust-covered rock surface of the Mesa. His long fingers curled around my wrist and pulled my fingers to his mouth. “Be careful of the edge.” The look in his eyes was serious before he released me to explore.
Kayla Cumsalot 1844-33-CANDY Ext 357
A growl vibrated from his chest, and my pussy clenched around my fingers. I pumped them in hard, scraping my finger tips against my G-spot as he’d taught me. The wet, sloppy sounds of my fucking myself and my moans filled his bedroom. As my orgasm drew closer, my thighs trembled, getting weaker and weaker, bringing me lower and closer to his mouth. Like the viper he is, Larry stilled. He was waiting to strike, waiting till I was weak and slipped so his mouth could latch on to my cunt and drag me through my orgasm. Only, I pulled my fingers free before I fell over the edge. Panting, I sat on his chest and pushed my fingers into his mouth.
Daddy sucked at my fingers greedily like a starving man waiting to be fed. His eyes were darker than normal. Blotted almost black with the lust he was fighting. I was already in trouble; there was no reason to stop his turn now.
Kayla Cumsalot 1844-33-CANDY Ext 357
There are different types of men, and it makes sense that they would have different hobbies. Some men come home from a long day and plop down on the couch to watch sports. Others spend their time playing video games. Daddy likes to play with his toy.
He came home from a long day of work looking beat down. By the sun and by the hard labor of his blue-collar job. “Come here, girl.” He huffed as he sat down to kick off his boots. I watched the way his shoulders sagged into the couch, and how his eyes devoured me. I was wearing black lace panties and a loose tank top. No bra, just to tease him with the way the tips of my erect nipples drew up the thin fabric. His big hand patted his thigh, and I took a seat in his lap.
Kayla Cumsalot 1844-33-CANDY Ext 357
“Please!” I wailed. My sweaty forehead dropped against my stretched-out bicep. A quick glance up proved the handcuffs looped around the grab handle of his F-350 weren’t coming undone any time soon. “Please, let me suck your cock!” I begged again as I tugged against the metal, hugging my wrists. I’d been pulling against them so much that red lines were appearing where the cuffs rubbed against my delicate wrist bones.
“No.” His voice was cool, calm, and collected when it washed over my exposed throat. He nibbled my overheated skin slowly as if he had all the time in the world to explore my body with his fingers and mouth. The toes of my sneakers barely scratched the surface of the dirt road he’d stopped in the middle of. Someone could drive by at any minute while he had me half naked, and handcuffed, dangling and on display from the passenger side grab handle.
Kayla Cumsalot 1844-33-CANDY Ext 357
Air hissed from my lungs when he cinched the rope tight around my ribcage. The binding rope wound around me high enough that it shoved my tits toward my chin, making a deep valley between my breasts. His dark eyes danced with the promise of what was to come. I couldn’t control the wiggle of my hips when he stood over me, shoving his large, calloused hand into the riding glove.
He’d kissed, caressed, and nibbled every nerve ending in my body for hours, but refused to let me release. A slick sheen of sweat coated my flushed body. I needed him inside of me and begged for him to do so, but his calm control held firm. I felt his naked legs against the outside of my thighs when he straddled me. My legs were pressed together between his, then he squatted down. Allowing his thick length to part my pussy lips as he rubbed himself back and forth without entering me. “Such a tight little saddle.”
Kayla Cumsalot 1844-33-CANDY ext 357
My sister is getting married this year, and I get to be her maid of honor! With us being in different states, it’s been hard for me to decide on a dress that will match her other bridesmaids’ gowns. She asked me to go to a bridal shop here in Vegas and send her some pictures of the dresses I tried on.
Off I went to this fancy smancy bridal shop downtown with my friend Terri in tow. Terri is five feet nine inches tall, TRANSGENDER female with a cock that most men would envy. She’s very masculine in appearance but identifies and dresses as female.
Kayla Cumsalot 1844-33-CANDY Ext 357
The echo of my heels on the linoleum had everyone looking in our direction. A tiny pink leash dangled from my fingers, the matching collar locked tight around Jon’s neck. He wore a black sports coat and slacks, no shirt. His sexy chest and abs were on display as I totted him through the nail salon.
Older women gasped, and younger ones giggled. The little nail techs leaned into each other to whisper about the two of us in a language I couldn’t understand. It didn’t matter, though. It was nail day, and nail day is my favorite fucking day.
Kayla Cumsalot 1844-33-CANDY Ext 357
Some babies are good, and some are bad. Some want to be good but just can’t help being bad. While I’m all-consuming and incredibly powerful, my talents are limited by distance. Sure, I can dole out discipline like the next Mommy, but I have to rely on the baby to carry it out with the same firmness and ruthlessness as I would if I were able to do it myself. As you can imagine, it’s much more helpful when I have a helping hand.
The other day, Baby Riley surprised me with a babysitter! He told me she was new to diapering babies and wanted to learn. She’d read my blogs and watched my Twitter, so she had an idea of how to humiliate bad boys, but there is nothing I love more than teaching another woman how to own a diaper bitch.