Author: Kayla

Naughty Babysitter Makes Daddy Do Bad Things

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I’ve been sitting for this single dad for a while now. No matter what I do, he won’t pull the trigger and give me a chance. Even though I know he wants to. I see him stare at me, and he gets hard for me all the time. I decided that if I wanted to be intimate with him, and I did, I’d have to do something drastic.

After he left his daughter and me home alone, I told her I wanted to do some research and needed her Daddy’s computer. She brought me the laptop, and a quick browser search confirmed Mr. Johnson was more than a little in Jailbait! In fact, I assumed I wasn’t little enough to do the trick. My gaze drifted to his sweet little girl, and I bit my lower lip. This naughty babysitter would make Daddy do some very bad things tonight.

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Snack or Diapers

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When she was out of earshot, he let his finger graze the back of my thigh, and his voice got huskier than normal. “I see a snack I’d like to bite into.” I sat forward in the pool until we were eye to eye.

“What about your girlfriend?” He smiled and traced the edge of my bikini bottom. “She doesn’t have to know.”

“And your mom? She’s my friend!” I snapped, and he just laughed.

“We won’t tell her either.” I sucked my lower lip between my teeth and sighed. He was so cute; a deep dimple on the left side of his mouth always made me swoon. I looked back at the house and got a wicked idea. His mom babysat most weekends, and I knew she had diapers in the house.

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Welcome To The Salon

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Welcome, welcome! Come in, sit in the pink and rose gold salon chair, and welcome to the Salon!

CSalonlist Zoey and I have been wishing and waiting for just the right client to wander into the salon. Someone who we could feminize and turn into our little salon sex slave. You heard that right; we needed a sexy little fuckdoll who we could wrap in vinyl miniskirts and then strap down with bimbo boobs!

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Babysitter Turned Submissive Cumslut

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I’d tucked my charges in hours ago and was on the couch curled up with another naughty novel when Mr. M came through the door. His shoulders were slumped, and he was alone. I kicked my feet off the sofa and sat up. “Hey, welcome home.” I offered him a sweet smile, but he didn’t return it.

“Kayla, hey.” His big hand dragged through his hair as he exhaled heavily and walked closer.

“I-is everything okay? Where’s Mrs. M?” I peered behind him, but no one was there. The shake of his head told me date night hadn’t gone so well, but I had no idea by the end of the night, I’d be turned from just their babysitter to Mr. M’s submissive Cumslut.

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I forgot I had a really sexy story to tell you, and I know what you’re thinking because of the title. Yes, Alfie is my one true dark Knight, but this story is about another knight in shining armor!

A few weekends ago, a small town near me hosted a Renaissance fair. My friends asked if I wanted to dress up and go with them. I was SO excited because I’d been to the Tournament of Kings in Vegas, but never an actual fair. We each wore little beer-wench dresses with corsets that had my tits nearly choking me out and elf-tipped ears. It felt like stepping into long-ago fantasy lands; everyone looked incredible as we wandered through the street. Deep into the ally, I heard a clash and clang of metal on metal and looked over to see a ring with REAL Knights fighting!

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Magnetic Connection

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Our eyes met, and I looked away again. I couldn’t stop glancing over my shoulder as if his gaze were magnetic, constantly pulling at me from across the crowded space. “Girl, he literally can’t take his eyes off you.” Sasha squealed, and I rolled my eyes, taking another hearty sip of the fruity cocktail, stirring the muddled berries at the bottom with my straw.

“Stop, he’s probably just watching the game,” I said, pointing to the TV in front of me. And it just looks like he’s watching me.”

“No!” all three of my girlfriends retorted simultaneously. “He’s definitely looking at you.” Carol swallowed tightly and looked down at the tabletop. “He’s coming this way!”

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It’s been too long, and now your wallet is bulging. You are in need of a spender bender, and I’m just the girl to lighten the load. I’ll slip up onto your lap and rub your chest as you sip your brain away—a little elixir to loosen your guilt. My tiny fingers tip the bottom of the bottle to ensure I get the most out of your binge.

You’ve stayed away so long, but I’ve never left your mind. Every dollar, every dime, you’ve saved just for me. You were waiting for the right night to lose it all.

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Here is what happened with my latest sissy caller, who, believe it or not, is still in the closet. He is a sissy who is in love with his friend Mark.  He worships Mark and wants to serve him, bathe him, and be his maid. He also wants Mark to take him out in public and dress him in diapers. He wants Mark to cuckold him!

Sissy Tyler says that Mark is a real man and he is not. His wife does not want to have sex with him because he is so inadequate.

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Nailing The Interview

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Nervously, I sat in the modern lobby of what I hoped would be my next job. The ad for the position simply stated, “An assistant needed to relieve pressure off the CEO.” I could do that. I’m super accommodating and am excellent at anticipating people’s needs. However, my resume was limited. No one really puts their sex work experience down for these sorts of things, so I had quit a few ‘gap years’ between jobs. I didn’t think I had a chance, but they called this morning to say they accepted my interview and would meet with the CEO today.

I wore a short skirt and borrowed a friend’s button-up blouse. It didn’t fit me well; the buttons bulged and strained across my heavy tits. My hair was up, and my makeup was done the only way I knew how to do it: heavy.

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Bowling Proshop

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Everyone knows I’m a competitive girl! I love to push myself even while doing things I’m not particularly good at. Like bowling! I love bowling, and when Daddy found out how much I loved hitting up the lanes, he decided to take me.

I warned him that I’d recently broken my personal ball. Yeah, leave it to Kayla to break a fucking bowling ball, right? I dropped it in the parking lot, right on the finger holes, and it shattered a bit around the second and middle finger holes. Now I can’t hold the pink and black swirly eight-pound ball without cutting my fingers. He just kissed me on the head and told me he’d let me hit up the proshop before we played.

Honestly, I just love any excuse to spend Daddy’s money!

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