Author: Kayla

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 3 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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Topless Kayla in thigh high fishnets and black thong

Kayla Cumsalot 1844-33-CANDY ext 357

I’m a curious girl, and I’d heard about this new glory hole not too far from my house. So many of my clients go to them that I wanted to see what it was like to fuck a stranger for myself. I wore baggy sweats and a hoodie there, paid to get in, and slipped right into a booth to wait. Would I get a big, thick cock or something small and pathetic? I didn’t really care; I was just excited to make someone cum. I got naked while waiting, and then it happened.

I heard someone enter the other side of the booth, and I stuck my hand through the hole so they could see I was a female. My palm was up, long, acrylic nails beckoning the stranger’s cock into my hand. He didn’t disappoint. He laid a beautiful cock in my hand, and I pulled it through the hole. My lips kissed the tip before parting to suck him in deep. He was girthy and felt heavy on my tongue. “Fuck, that’s amazing.” His voice made me tingle, and the praise made me suck harder.

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Kayla Cumsalot 1844-33-CANDY ext 357

Little brothers can be such an asspain. They show up when you’re the center of everyone’s world and just steal your spotlight. Really fucking annoying, you know? But they end up growing on you. The way they look up at you adoringly and make you the center of their world is charming. As the big sister, you can’t stop yourself from wanting to protect them, and that means you keep a dutiful eye on them. It allows you to know things about them that they don’t or won’t tell anyone.

Just like how I knew my little brother was gay the moment we walked into the awakening aisle. Even if maybe he hadn’t really understood it himself.

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Kayla Cumsalot 1844-33-CANDY ext 357

I met the sweetest little cumslut tonight! We’d never played before, but she saw my Twitter post about someone getting locked up in chastity if their football team bit the dust (They didn’t, by the way, so that boy is free.) She told me that she had played with chastity before but never for much longer than two weeks. Lockobter is right around the corner, and I’m not sure if she was looking for help or just looking to chat, but we ended the call with me as her keyholder for lockoter (and no-nut-November because only real men deserve to cum!)

I’m a kind Goddess, however, so when I found out my sweet new sissy faggot hadn’t cum in six days, I knew it was only fair to drain her sacks with a ruined orgasm before denying her for the next two months and five days. That’s right, Emily is starting early ‘cus she’s a go-getter!

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Kayla Cumsalot 1844-33-CANDY ext 357

I’ve been babysitting for this wealthy family all summer. The Dad works from a home office, but he’s much too busy to keep an eye on the little ones, so they hired me, and they do pay me well. They have a huge house and a big, deep pool. Every time I take the littles out to swim, I can feel the Dad’s eyes on me. He comes out of his office and just watches us.

I’ve decided to be a little greedy. Just looking at their lifestyle and the hungry look in his eyes, I know I can drain much more out of the Dad than the chunk of change his wife and I agreed on when I signed on for the babysitting job.

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Topless Kayla punishes a tit slave

Kayla Cumsalot 1844-33-CANDY ext 357

Every slave is a work in progress. While they strive to meet their Mistress’s expectations, they are still men after all and most often fall short. For example, I have one mostly well-behaved slave with a tit obsession. Jiggly, round boobs make his cock pulse with the need to cum. Especially if those boobs are coated in sticky ropes of cum shot over them by a big, thick cock.

While I said he is mostly well-behaved, that still leaves room for him to be punished. He wears a chastity cage like every good slave should but every once in a while, he lets himself out and cums without permission. When he confesses to this, he knows he has a book a punishment session with his Goddess.

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