Author: Kayla

Kaykay's Wallet Fitness

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All good daddies have worked hard to build their portfolios and bank accounts, stacking paper and fattening up their wallets as their success grows. That IS what makes them a Sugar Daddy, after all. No one wants a fake-ass Splenda Daddy who can’t provide because his money isn’t right. No, my wallet fitness program is for older men with bottomless credit limits and deep, deep pockets.

It’s at this pinnacle in a man’s career when Kaykay’s wallet fitness is a must! Success can quickly go to a man’s head, and if his fat wallet isn’t trimmed now and then by his greedy sugar baby, he might forget how important it is for him to keep working and bringing home that bacon!

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I once was prey, just like you. Weak, unseeing…mortal. That was until one late night in October when I got separated from my friends after a girls’ night in the city. We’d been drinking way too much and stumbled out of the club, intending to walk back to our hotel.

One minute, I was behind them, and then my high heel got stuck in a grate. I bent down in the street to wiggle it free, and when I looked up again, they were gone. The road had been crowded and loud, but as I scanned either direction for my friends, the entire street was eerily quiet. Under the street lights, only puffs of steam stretched across the space between buildings. Finally, I called out for them, standing up with one shoe in my hand.

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Work Distractions

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I paced the hall outside his office, listening to the steady, calm tone of his voice as he presented the client with a solution to whatever techy problem they were having. Not understanding anything he was saying was such a turn on. Hearing him speak his geeky language had my thighs rubbing together. The soft brush of nylon between them only made me wetter. There was no way I could wait any longer. Carefully, or more accurately, quietly, I pushed on the cracked door to his home office.

He was so in the zone of problem-solving that he either didn’t hear me or didn’t bother to look over at the distractions. My heels were silent on his lush carpet. The only sign of his acknowledging my presence was his soft inhale as my hand rubbed from his right shoulder down to his left pec. I pressed myself to his back and let my lips brush over the skin of his neck. I smiled when I saw the slight rise of gooseflesh in the wake of my mouth.

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Lovense Cuckold

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One of my very favorite clients has been introducing his girlfriend to his kinky side, and I love it when he shares every dirty detail. The other day, he pmed me in chat, asking if we could have a session to talk about any kinky ideas I had for them to try. I tented my wicked little fingers and let out a villainous laugh because, boy, did I!

Because we’ve played for so long, I know plenty about their relationship and sex life. I had just a few questions to ensure my info was as up-to-date as possible. After hearing all the naughty updates, I knew it was the perfect time to suggest he become her (and mine) Lovense Cuckold.

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In his hidden room, I lay naked on a dirty, sweat-stained mattress. I don’t know where he is or who he might be with, but I do know that he’ll be back. He always comes back for me. How long I’ve been here, I couldn’t say. Hours turned to days, and days felt as though they had passed into months. No one will find me here in his hidden room.

The bruises from when he took me no longer grace my skin but instead are replaced with the chaffing from the cuffs that keep me chained just A few feet from my mattress. I know it pleases him that I no longer cry at the sight of him. Instead, I can usually hold my tears in now until he gets too rough.

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Kayla -Devourer Of Men

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Kayla -Devourer Of Men. I’m drawn to powerful, dominant men. The kind of man who’s in charge all day and is used to getting their way. Men with so much to lose. The Commander in Chief, the Head Honcho, if you will. You know, The Big guy. Men like that always think they are invincible. They can always throw money at any problem that arises to make it go away. However, they have no idea how easily I target the tiniest chink in their armor.

It’s so easy to do. With my petite but voluptuous body, clumsily tossed around as if I’m a damsel in distress, they always swoop in to be the hero. My nervous giggle and blushing cheeks wrap them tightly around my finger. Until I’m like an itch they don’t even know they are constantly scratching—a habit… an addiction. And when I take that fix away, they’ll do anything, say anything… PAY ANYTHING to feel that relief only I can bring. That’s when the Devouring begins.

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“Welcome to your goon appointment. I’ll be your goon nurse, Kayla, and in charge of your masturbation today. Please get undressed and sit back on the lounger as I prepare for the next three hours.” A soft smile crosses my face as I go back to laying out lube, toys, and other things I’ll need to keep you edged as you undress. There are four screens on the wall behind me, and as you settle into the reclined chair, I turn them on.

Four different pornographic videos begin to play. Moans and panted breathing sounds fill the small space. “According to your chart, these videos are themed to trigger you.” I glance at the screen to see a woman gargling a big black cock with drool spilling from her plump lips. When I look back at you sitting nervously, your thick dick pulses with need. Already so hard and aching. “Let’s begin.”

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National Toilet Paper Day

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The only thing I can think about today, on National Toilet Paper Day, is how many of my little potty slaves must be tingling. We all know how hard TP works for most people, but not me. I could give a fuck less about a roll of soft cotton when I only use my toilet slaves to keep me squeaky clean.

So I figure if Toiley Paper gets a day in it’s name, so should my hungry, filthy little fuck toys. I’m thinking I’ll host a potty party with all my hottest girlfriends and line up my slaves like a urinal.

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I’ve mastered the art of making Daddy’s coc drool. It started as an accident. I was helping Daddy stroke his thick, beautiful cock to the edge, and a dribble of pearly white precum oozed from his tip. “Wait, wait, wait!” I demanded, not ready for him to cum yet. He took a few deep breaths as his cock flexed for attention, wanting desperately to release. Then I had him give his cock just one more little stroke, and a flood of more gooey precum drooled from his hole.

“Oh my god, that’s so hot!” I squealed as Daddy let go of his dick and again tried to regain control. The precum sure looked like it was turning to cum, but Daddy still hadn’t fully orgasmed. He was right on the cusp, and I wanted to keep him there.

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Eat Your Heart Out Richie

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I love it when my high-heel-loving, faggot cock sucker Richie comes crawling over, begging me to cuck him with BBC. See, he tries to act straight in real life, but after some time away and being beaten down by a superior black dick, Richie knows his proper place is serving his Goddess and BBC.

I dressed in six-inch black stilettos, sheer thigh highs, and a black garter belt. No panties; my bald little pussy was on display for Richie to lust after. Well, not lust after; Richie doesn’t want to fuck his Goddess so much as he aches to be as beautiful and fertile as me. His greatest dream is to get knocked up by BBC, but he’ll never be able to because he’s just a cock sucking faggot. Eat your heart out, Richie.

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