Author: Kayla

Kayla Cumsalot 1844-33-CANDY ext 357

All day long, I could hear loud bangs from his within his office. A binder had been slammed on the desk; his closet door had been thrown into its frame, and several other loud clangs I couldn’t identify had me jumping in my seat every so often. Something was really bothering the Boss today, and I didn’t know what it was, but it had to be bad. He was having a very hard day.

My desk sat just outside his doorway, and as his secretary, I managed his schedule. He had a very important meeting in thirty minutes, and some of the executives had already started to arrive. “Kayla!” His voice boomed from his office, and I scurried from my chair to step into his office.

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Kayla Cumsalot 1844-33-CANDY ext 357

As spring break approached, all of my graduating class was discussing senior photos. Since they’d be our last year book photos, it was important for the pictures to be the best ever. But, of course, to have the best images, you have to hire the best photographer.

Thankfully, one of my uncles is a professional. Like with a studio and everything! I asked him if he’d be willing to set up a session and make me look my best. Expectedly, his schedule was full, so he said if I wanted him to take my pictures, I’d have to do it late one Friday night in his basement studio. I agreed and asked him if I could bring a few outfits to test, which would be my favorite, and he said that was more than fine.

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Kayla gets lost in the woods

Kayla Cumsalot 1844-33-CANDY ext 357

A few of my girlfriends planned a hiking trip. It was supposed just to be an easy trail, up to a waterfall where we could swim and picnic, then head back home. However, Sarah said it would be like five hours max. I love the outdoors, and hiking is one of my favorite ways to enjoy nature, but I’m clumsy and directionally challenged.

Halfway up the trail, our sunny day changed within a blink of an eye. The wind whistled through the trees out of nowhere, and dark clouds raced overhead. With the sun gone and my hair whipping in my face, I didn’t see the moss-covered tree stump in the center of the path. Instead, I tripped, trying to catch up to the girls. Trying to right myself, I reached out for any branch, but the one I grabbed broke, and I lost my balance. My body tumbled and rolled painfully down the embankment. I finally stopped rolling and realized I was lost in the woods. Rain poured down from the angry clouds, and my friends were nowhere to be seen.

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Kayla Cumsalot 1844-33-CANDY ext 357

Daddy has always liked my butt for as long as I can remember. He’d give me little pats as he kissed my head, and I thought it was sweet. Recently, Daddy has been looking at me differently. I was wondering if it’s because my skirts have gotten shorter or my tops have gotten tighter. Mommy hasn’t taken me shopping for clothes that fit better now that I’m growing into a young woman. It makes me happy to be Daddy’s favorite little girl, and I couldn’t stand the thought of us growing apart, so I decided to confront him.

I waited until Mommy and my sisters went shopping. I really should have gone too, but this was important to me. I said I wasn’t feeling well so I could stay home with Daddy. Only he messed up my plans because he invited over three of his friends to watch sports on TV. I should have waited to talk to him, now that I look back on it, but I was nervous he didn’t like me anymore.

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Kayla Cumsalot 1844-33-CANDY ext 357

“Kayla, please!” Stacey whined into the phone. “He’s like a super nerd and doesn’t even leave his room. He’s a good boy. Babysit for me this one time, and I’ll fill in for you next time you have to sit for the Johnsons, I swear!” Stupid Stacey had agreed to a date night with her long-time crush on the same night she’d agreed to babysit for the town prude. I’d seen her and her perfect son around the school before, and it wasn’t a job I wanted to take. But how could I refuse a girl a chance to get laid by her dream cock?

“You owe me, Stace.” She screamed so loud I thought my ear drum would burst. Finally, after three hundred ‘thank yous,’ she hung up, and I grabbed my bag and headed to the most perfect house in the neighborhood. Continue reading “When A Bad Girl Babysits A Good Boy” →

Kayla Cumsalot 1844-33-CANDY ext 357

I could be wearing the most expensive dress or skimpiest lingerie, and the first thing you’d notice is the nylon covering my legs. Wheater I’m wearing soft, black fishnet thigh highs or sheer, suntan nude pantyhose, your gaze drifts right to my legs. Tonight, we’re at a charity function, and you couldn’t care less what dress I’m wearing or what might be underneath because all you can think about is pulling out your cock and rubbing it against my soft nylon-clad legs.

I can see it in your face—the need. You’re so easy for me to read, it’s why I wore them. We sit at the big round table with strangers we’ve never met. The lights dim as the speaker is about to step on stage, and I slip off my high heel. Lifting my leg under the long tablecloth to drape it over your thigh.

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Kayla Cumsalot 1844-33-CANDY ext 357

I wouldn’t say I’ve always been a slut, but I’ve definitely have always been on the promiscuous side. Theo knew this, and I guess that’s why he came to me. We were in the library studying for yet another final when he closed my book while I was still reading it. It surprised me but got my attention, so I looked up at him. His big hazel eyes looked worried as he stared back at me.

“What’s wrong?” I asked quietly. His hand was still on the cover of my textbook when he let out a heavy sigh.

“Kaykay, I need your help with something. Something I’m scared to ask anyone else and am really embarrassed. Do you think you can help me with this,” He paused and looked behind me. “You know, telling everyone?” I was super curious and nodded eagerly. “Ok. Can you help me lose my virginity?”

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Kaylas new year's

Kayla Cumsalot 1844-33-CANDY ext 357

Pt 1.

For our Christmas party, I chose lingerie I thought would make Alfred prefer them on his bedroom floor instead of on my body; clearly, he is more gentlemanly than I had considered. So tonight, I planned to go simple. Sweet cotton panties in white and no bra, my party dress is topless, so I don’t want straps ruining the appeal.

The Tomsin New Year’s Eve Bash was pumping when I arrived at Randi’s house. She is awful brave to let us all party here. Avery was DJing, and Payton and Torrence were losing a game of strip poker to Morgan, who chuckled through a cloud of cigar smoke. “Kaykay!” They cheered, holding up mostly empty glasses of champagne. I gave the ladies a nod and wandered deeper into the house. Alexus slapped my ass as I passed and I playful acted offended. Why was it always so hard to find the only man at these functions?

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Kayla Cumsalot 1844-33-CANDY ext 357

Everyone knows that when a girl is bad, she gets spanked. However, the other day baby Jay found out for herself that just because Kaykay is often the one getting spanked that it doesn’t mean she won’t deliver them if need be. She was prancing around the chatroom in her padded diaper and skirt, playing like a good girl but then she must have got a wild hair up her ass because she tried to paddle me.

I’m all for being paddled…by a man. Not a sissy baby! That wasn’t about to fucking happen. I snatched the paddle from her and sat down with a very stern look. “Bend over my lap right now,” I told baby Jay. She might be naughty occasionally, but she is always very obedient. So she did as she was told and laid herself over my lap. I could already feel her stiff little clit poking through her diaper to my thigh.

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Financial Fetish Specialist

Kayla Cumsalot 1844-33-CANDY ext 357

You have special needs. The things you crave are dangerous if allowed to get out of hand. Your choice of kink can start innocently enough, but it’s a slippery slope into obsession. Before you know it, you’re addicted! That next fix could be the straw that puts you in debt or leaves you homeless. The craving can get so strong that you find yourself skipping work just to indulge.

For these reasons, you need a financial fetish specialist. Kayla Cumsalot is well-versed and experienced in balancing financial addictions. Whether you can give a little or give a lot, she’ll know exactly how to keep your coin in check.

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