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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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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

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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?

Continue reading “IT Daddy IS My New Year’s Resolution Pt 2.”

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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

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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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Kaykay is dressed to be the office lunch

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(Part Two)

“Does she get this wet for you, Krissy?” The other guy asked as he came behind me and started to kiss my neck
It was Kris’s turn not to, but we both know he normally has to go down on me before I get this wet. The guy behind me started to rub my tits. I squeezed them and rubbed his thumb over my hard nipples; I leaned back into his chest. The guy in front of me opened his pants and pulled his cock out. Without him telling me to, I curled my fingers under his cock and began to stroke him as he dipped his fingers back into me. My body arched between them. “Better than lunch,” He grinned.

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Girlfriends should learn not to brag. Or at least be more careful about who they brag to. Tammy spent our entire shopping trip talking about her newest boyfriend. She said he had a giant cock and knew exactly how to use it too. At first, I was glad to hear she was happy with her new boyfriend, but she wouldn’t stop. She told me how he ate pussy like a champ and made her cum better than she could make herself.

Girlfriends shouldn’t brag about good dick when all it makes me want to do is steal their man. Tammy works a lot. So much so that it was all too easy for me to skip over to her house when her new man was all alone.

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Kayla Cumsalot 1844-33-CANDY ext 357

My Boss is precisely who you would imagine a CEO. Tall, clean-shaven, and mysterious. Handsome and powerful. Because he keeps his private life away from his business affairs, there are a ton of rumors around the office about his sex life. Ones like his tongue can make a woman blackout in orgasm, and his cock is nearly as thick as long. Because of the rumors, all of the ladies swoon over him, but he’s always very aloof and professional until today.

I was running late to get him his daily report mid-afternoon, and as I dashed into his office, I tripped over his briefcase, which popped open when it hit the floor. Embarrassed by my actions, I tried to shuffle the papers back together and right everything before he could get upset, but as I bent to grab the mess, it wasn’t papers on the floor. Instead, adult diapers with cute little monsters on the front had tumbled out of his briefcase.

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Topless Kayla is his little toy

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It took months of convincing, but here I am, checking into the oceanfront hotel under his name. Speaking it aloud at check-in gives me a thrill. There’s power behind his name; people know him here, and they know I’m not his wife. Whatever thoughts the hostess has, she keeps them to herself and shows me to the suite he’s picked out just for me. A whole weekend dedicated to being his little fuck doll.

The arrangement has perks for both of us, and the excitement of being just his call girl has my panties wet. Before she leaves me in the empty suite, the hostess hands me a small card and notes the outfit across the bed. I thank her and show her to the door before I read his note.

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