Author: Kayla

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 2 years 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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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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Kayla Cumsalot 1844-33-CANDY ext 357

Fuck! The things you do for me are fucking incredible. Under normal circumstances, you would be too embarrassed to be caught wearing fishnet thigh highs. You wouldn’t let anyone else paint your nails and toes in bubblegum pink polish. However, you can’t say no to me. If anyone else asked to tie you up, you’d say, “Hell no!” But you’d do anything for me.

I wasn’t surprised when you let me do your nails or when you allowed me to roll up the thigh highs. Nor was I shocked when I asked you to let me lock your cock up in a chastity cage, and you let me. The pink cage compliments your cute toes! This should be humiliating, but because I’m the one making you do it, it has you leaking precum from that little cage and non-stop dripping, even!

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Kayla Cumsalot 1844-33-CANDY ext 357

Oh, you silly, silly thing. You thought you could keep him all to yourself.  I only wanted to say thank you after our introduction, but you said you’d “handle it.” Did you think keeping him at arm’s length was going to work? You were selfish with a remarkable man, selfish in more ways than I can count. Only being selfish never pays off like you think it will. You ran off the best man, probably the only one who truly understood your black heart. Your arrogant self made many mistakes, but the ultimate misstep was telling him, “Kayla will take care of you.”

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Kayla Cumsalot 1844-33-CANDY ext 357

Last week, I stopped by my boyfriend’s office to bring him lunch. Of course, I didn’t expect his work bullies to corner me as I was leaving. My poor boyfriend is really sweet and sometimes soft. Unfortunately, a few of the guys he works with continually pick on him, and when they saw me kissing him goodbye, they couldn’t believe such a loser could pull such a hot piece of ass.
The two of the biggest, most Alpha guys in the office sandwiched me and pulled me into a conference room, where they ended up cumming all over my tits. I cried when I told my boyfriend about what happened but was surprised to find out that hearing about the ordeal made him hard. He asked me if I liked them or their cocks, and even though I didn’t want to admit it, I really did.
I was excited when Kris asked me this morning to come by the office today and bring him lunch. I wore a tiny pleated skirt and a small white crop top that tied just under my tits. Maybe I was hoping the bullies would retake advantage, but I hoped Kris wouldn’t suspect. Continue reading “Office Lunch Time” →

Kayla Cumsalot 1844-33-CANDY ext 357

The newspaper had announced the latest lottery winner, and he lived right here in town! So I waited until it was dark and stormy, and I dressed in my slinkiest white party dress with not a stitch of clothing underneath. Then, I drove out towards his big house and parked a ways down the road. Walking slowly to ensure my dress was soaked through by the time I knocked on his door. My stiff nipples felt like pinpoints about to rip open my dress and my whole body shivered.

Steve opened the door, and concern and confusion pinched his features. “I’m so sorry to bother you so late.” I pouted up at him from under the glow of his porch light. “It’s just my car broke down a bit down the road, and my cell has no service. I was kind of wondering if you wouldn’t mind letting me use your phone to call for help and possibly a towel or two to dry off?” The sweet, rich man ushered me in and showed me right to the bathroom.

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Fall Back

Posted 2 years ago by Kayla

Kayla Cumsalot 1844-33-CANDY ext 357

Days turn to weeks, and weeks blur into months, and we get caught up in a routine. Wake up, go to work, come home. Force ourselves to work out, have dinner, then pour ourselves into bed. Rinse and repeat. But when I’m with him, time stands still. It waits for us. As if nothing could be more important than the space we share. It’s like we could fall back through time.

I walk into his bedroom to find him already in bed. His body is beautifully sculpted but tense. The monotonous routine has taken its toll, and he’s in need of release. The soft cotton night dress I’m wearing brushes against the tops of my knees as I near the side of his bed. His gaze has tracked me since I entered, but he hasn’t moved. Always so patient. He savors the details. My hands rest over his pecs as my left leg swoops over his hips in slow motion to straddle him.

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