Kayla Cumsalot 1844-332-2639 Ext 357
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.
Kayla Cumsalot 1844-332-2639 Ext 357
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.
Kayla Cumsalot 1844-332-2639 Ext 357
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!
Kayla Cumsalot 1844-332-2639 Ext 357
Daddy Justin and I got together after a long time apart. I’d missed him so much, and I know he missed his favorite ass to mouth porn slut. Well, I missed his cock and his hands. Y’all know I have a fierce hand fetish, and Daddy Justin has such good hands. When we play, he picks a special porn for us to watch. One where there is lots and lots of Anal action. Cus, Daddy loves a butt slut! Then he shows me a live feed of him pumping his cock for me. He gets so hard watching those petit, sexy sluts spread their cheeks and beg to get pounded anally, and while we watch, I narrate.
Ha, bet you’re jealous you haven’t asked me to give you filthy details of the porno you watch while you stroke. That’s cus Daddy Justin is smarter than you. He knows that as we watch the film, I’ll pay close attention to which scenes make his cock harder. Which actions make him stroke faster, and then I’ll use all those details to make him explode for me.
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Zesty Zoey 1844-332-2639 Ext 403 & Kayla Cumsalot 1844-332-2639 Ext 357
Okay, I know you read her version first, but that doesn’t mean it’s the truth! Zoey and I are best friends! Sisters, lovers, etc, so you know when we fight, we fight as hard as we fuck. We were at a friend’s wedding as bridesmaids. Yup, dressed in the same sweet, pale yellow dresses that fell just below our knees with our hair tied up in the same little French twists. Really, we were fucking adorable. Until the reception.
After we walked in before the bride and groom and all the hoopla was finished, Zoey and I stood at the bar scanning the room. There… target numero uno! This dude wasn’t part of the wedding party; normally, we go for groomsmen just to keep things cliche, so I figured he was fair game. I took a step toward my next boyfriend, and Zoey grabbed my elbow, “I don’t think so, Bitch. I saw him first.” She sassed in her ‘I mean business,’ voice. As If.
Kayla Cumsalot 1844-332-2639 Ext 357
He quickly slides down her body and places two fingers inside her, tips hooked to heaven as he nearly lifts her ass off the bed from inside her. His lips seal around her clit. His tongue darting across her and dragging his cum out of her slit.
Inside her, that familiar pressure begins to rise again as she grabs sharply onto his hair. Her legs go wide, and her eyes roll back. She lets go of herself, and the first wave of orgasm hits her like a brick wall. Her vision goes white as her body shakes underneath him. He stops his assault for only a moment to breathe deep.
Kayla Cumsalot 1844-332-2639 Ext 357
You ever meet those real, hard Jersey guys? You know the kind I’m talking about. Thick accents, who always wave their hands around? The guys that look like they’ve been locked behind bars for a lengthy bit of their life. In and outta jail cus they won’t learn their lesson… Yeah, I got a call from one of those guys.
The last thing I expected him to confess to me was that while he was locked up, Brooklyn pipped him down with some BBC and little Faggot Bitch Richie, over here… LIKED IT!
Jemma 1844-332-2639 Ext 303 & Kayla Cumsalot 1844-332-2639 Ext 357
Two-girl calls are among my favorite ways to shake up a boring workday. Recently, I got to dabble into a game you may have played a time or two, but I promise you haven’t played it the way Jemma and I do. We lured a helpless gooner into playing with us. You know how Gooners are. Once they start stroking their cock, they will do anything you tell them to.
Our mindless stroker was a good one. He has a big, beautiful cock we couldn’t wait to edge! Jemma played the green light; he couldn’t stroke his cock unless she said, “Green.” And I was the red light. This means that once Jemma said Green, he could not stop stroking until I said red.
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Birthday Girl Kayla 1844-332-2639 Ext 357
“He WHO!” I yelled. Anna’s lips opened like she was going to tell me, and then I saw her gaze flick to somewhere behind me, and her mouth snapped shut.
“Is the birthday girl ready?” A familiar voice tickled me from behind. Chloe, I turned to look for her, and she gently touched my bare lower back. “I just don’t know who’s more excited! Eek!”She squealed as I shook my head, confused over what was happening, as she started to push me toward the stage.