Author: Kayla

Kayla Cumsalot 1844-33-CANDY ext 357

Tim is a high-powered executive who thinks very highly of himself. Laylene called up my office; she’s his assistant, and boy, is she tired of his arrogance! He is so selfish and entitled! I’m a plastic surgeon who does lots of dramatic transformations, *cough cough* SISSY TRANSFORMATIONS, and Laylene thought it’d knock Tim down a peg or two if we chopped off his eggplant and made a baby carrot of it.

As his assistant, she simply made his appointment and didn’t tell him what it was for. Tim was pacing the room on his cell wSo when I stepped out into the waiting room in my charcoal pencil skirt and crisp baby blue blouse covered by my long white surgeon’s coat. Talking very loudly about mergers and acquisitions. “Tim?” I spoke loud enough for him to hear me over his own voice, and he nodded to Laylene.

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Spring is in the air!

Kayla Cumsalot 1844-33-CANDY ext 357

It doesn’t take much to make your tongue wag, but I don’t take any chances when it comes to spring break.  A very red, g-string style bikini is sure to catch your eye. Red lips and dark eyes behind my oversized sunglasses, a white hat, and white heels – tall, six-inch heels – complete my look. I pick a pool lounger directly across from you. There’s no way you can miss me. I tan in a unique manner.  Legs slightly spread, on my back, one knee bent up, the heel really making everything pop and stand out. Oh, and my back is tilted up on the lounger at 45 degrees so I can watch you from behind the sunglasses. You can barely take your eyes off me, especially that little hint of fabric covering my otherwise exposed pussy as my legs slide open an inch more here, two inches there.

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Pay For My Pot of Gold

Kayla Cumsalot 1844-33-CANDY ext 357

I love when payday falls on St. Patricks Day. It’s just so fitting. See, legend has it that leprechauns are mischievous little creatures that like to make shoes and store their gold coins in a pot of gold that is hidden at the end of a rainbow. However, that little story isn’t all truth.

It’s not leprechauns who want to hoard your gold, no Sir. It’s greedy little cumsluts like me. I come to you when you’ve downed one too many green beers and lure you into my bedroom. With a promise to let you taste my honey pot, the sticky kind of gold you can’t put a price on. However, I’ll allow you to try. Pull out that wallet and trust me with your paycheck. Pay for my pot of gold, and I’ll take you over the rainbow.

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His Submissive Brat

Kayla Cumsalot 1844-33-CANDY ext 357

When he said he craved a submissive brat, I’m unsure if he knew exactly what he was asking for. I’m a good girl most of the time. The other percent of the time, while I’m misbehaving, I simply give him precisely what he asked for.

No one wants to be “Yes, Sir-ed” all the time. How boring would that be? Even if he doesn’t admit it, he loves when I keep him on his toes. For example, I’m not allowed to play with my pussy without permission. Normally, this is an easy rule to abide by; he keeps me pleased enough to respect this rule. But always being obedient, like I said, would be boring.

My Dom had an incredibly important business meeting at work yesterday. I figured this would be the perfect opportunity to “Bratten things up.” So, dressed only in fishnet thigh highs, his favorite pair of heels, and a tiny black thong he’d bought me, I lay in the center of his bed and took a selfie with my hand in said thong. I sent it to him with the caption, “I’m bored. Dare me to disobey you?”

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Kayla Cumsalot 1844-33-CANDY ext 357

Fucking Married men is so naughty. It should be forbidden; those men should be off-limits to me. However, because it’s so naughty, I can’t help but love to do it. It isn’t ALL my fault, either. They could say no to me. Like this sexy cock right here. He knows better than to let me tease him, but it feels so good. I wanted to kick up our sneaky play a little, so I asked him to steal his wife’s wedding ring when she took it off at night.

He couldn’t refuse me, so he did as I asked. Then, when she slipped it off her finger to go to bed, he snatched it and left for work in the morning before she got up. But, of course, he wasn’t really going to work; he was coming to me for some Sunday morning homewrecking!

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Kayla Cumsalot 1844-33-CANDY Ext 357

I lay out my attire for today’s adventure, just how you like it.  Sundress with spring shades of light green and lavender, to make my feminine curves pop.  Matching pumps, light green for the shoe and lavender for the heel.  Lavender lips, and light green eyes, I’m quite a sight to behold as I apply my makeup in the mirror.

I head back to the bedroom and see what else I need to put on before heading out.  No bra, but that was always the plan.  Tits like mine are much more fun riding free in the flimsy sun dress material.  Especially after a cold winter being hidden behind sweaters and jackets.  Time for them to breathe.

But there is one thing I still need.  Well, two.  My lush.  Your lush.  Yes, I said yours.  Today, you’re leading me on a little public shopping sex adventure, and I can’t wait.

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Magic Fingers

Posted 1 year ago by Kayla

Kayla Craves magic fingers

Kayla Cumsalot

On my couch, he sat beside me. His lips traced up and down my neck as his fingers found their way into my panties. I spread my thighs wider to grant him access and closed my eyes. Being fingered is one of my favorite sexual activities, and he knew it. “No one’s ever made me squirt,” I confessed in a breathy whisper. I felt his chuckle against my skin before he whispered back.

“Princess, I have magic fingers.”

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Kayla Cumsalot 1844-33-CANDY ext 357

Yes, little dicked losers are abundant, but what about those perfect men who just happen to be less endowed. I’m sure all of you just assume I’m a size queen because my appetite for sex is extraordinary, but that simply isn’t true. I find the value of a man rests inside his chest, not his pants.

That’s why recently, I’ve been spooning with the most delicious man. I suppose some could say that a smaller-sized penis is useless, but the fact of the matter is a smaller man is simply more creative when it comes to pleasing his woman. Take my recent lover, for example. This morning I laid in bed waiting for him to get off the night shift. I wasn’t expecting much action after his twelve-hour shift because I knew he’d be exhausted when he joined me between the sheets. However, he’s selfless, and when he spooned up behind me, his hands knew exactly what my body craved.

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It’s Not Fair

Posted 1 year 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 drok 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

It’s in one’s best interest to avoid pain. In fact, it’s our most basic instinct to protect our bodies. Self-preservation and all that. However, it seems Sweet lovin’ Kayla lacks that very key component. As most Sadists do, he made himself known quickly. Lucas was frustrated, and he wanted to hurt something, better yet, someone. He’s a sadist, not a monster; he did warn Kayla before allowing her to submit to him.

He told the stupid girl he was in a foul mood. A mood meant to inflict so much pain that the cops would be called if anyone were to hear the wails from her pretty lips. This should have made her run or at least think twice, but not Kayla. Her pussy pulsed at the idea of hurting for him. She didn’t even ask for a safe word when she submitted to the sadist.

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