Author: Kayla

Eternal Goddess Kayla

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Goddess Kayla lay upon a cloud, high in the sky. She was watching down over the human race. She twirled a long lock of red hair between her fingers and sighed. Why were earthly men so pathetic? Day in and day out, she watched as their greedy, self-indulging attitudes ruined their lives. No human man seemed right to devote his life to servitude to his eternal Goddess.

All of them were a waste of a good thing. Human toys could be so much fun, but they’ve been souring in recent years—all but one. Kayla spied him one day as she watched over the whole world; he was helping an older woman with her grocery cart, and something about him drew in the Goddess. Kayla knew that he would be the only man worthy of serving her.

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The girls are pulling their hair into ponies or stretching on mats. I can see tight asses and deep cleavage as I strut out into the gym. My first practice as a new lesbian, and I’m so turned on by the eye candy. These girls count on me as their leader. I can’t be lusting over them, but also, I can’t think straight. Not easy being a lesbian cheer captain.

Tara asks if I’m ok, and I look at her mouth. Such a big bubbly smile; it would feel incredible if I rode her face. “I heard about you and Brad.” I nod and mumble. “Yeah, I’m fine. I think I’m just getting a cold or something.” She backs up and says

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Force feminizing my Boss

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It’s been like three weeks since our incredible night together. My friends told me it was bad news to fuck the boss, but Charles, I thought you were different. The chase was on during the first few months I worked for you. You were flirty and attentive. Engaging and so kind, however, as soon as I opened my legs for you for one fantastic night of fucking and what I thought was a deep connection, the chase ended.

As if a switch had been flicked for you. I was another notch in your bedpost, and once I was out of your system, you were done… but I’m not.

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Davey couldn’t believe his eyes or ears when Kayla called herself Mommy. He sputtered and stuttered a few times before raking a hand through his hair with a heavy sigh and admitting. “Um, Kay, I don’t know what to say.” I looped an arm around his shoulders and pressed him in against my breasts.

“It’s okay, baby. We’ll take it slow. You can be a good boy for Mommy Kayla, can’t you?” He let out a groan and melted into me. He was looking up at me with the most adoring eyes.

“I’ll be a good boy, Mommy.”

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Owning your cock with Kayla cumsalot

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I love when a guy calls me up for jerk-off instructions. Most guys expect me to tell them to grip and rip; maybe, if I remember, I’ll even tell them to spit in their hand first. If that’s what you’re after, please find someone else.

Because…….Asking me for JOI is like asking if I’ll own your cock. Of course, I will. You just might never want that control back. Continue reading “Owning Your Cock” →

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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 gets lost in the woods

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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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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, 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” →

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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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