Category: BDSM

Kaykay's Wallet Fitness

Kayla Cumsalot 1844-33-CANDY Ext 357

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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Zesty Zoey 1-844-332-2639 Ext 403

I thought I was being slick.  My neighbor is this really sweet guy.  So, sometimes I manipulate him with my sexy little body.  When I wear my little cut offs and bikini tops, I can get him to do anything that needs done around the house.  He’s been very helpful and can never say no to my teeny tiny outfits.

He’s sweet and handsome, but he’s just not my type.  I’m always having to find excuses to let him down when he asks me out.  I like a man who knows how to take control and take what he wants.  My neighbor lets me control and manipulate him.  I don’t really fuck guys I can control so easy.

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Kayla Cumsalot 1844-332-2639 Ext 357

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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Amber 1-844-33-CANDY ext 404

You suggest we leave the club and go back to your place. I hesitate for a moment, but the thought of what could happen between us is too enticing to resist. As soon as we’re through the door, you take control. I can feel your hands roaming my body, possessively claiming me as yours. You pull away, your eyes dark with desire. “I’ve been thinking about this all night,” you growl, your fingers tracing the hem of my dress. “I want to tie you up and have my way with you.”

My breath hitches in my throat as you speak, my body trembling with anticipation. I nod my head, giving you my consent. You waste no time, leading me to your bedroom, tying me to the bedposts with soft, silky ropes, and exploring every inch of my body with your hands and mouth. Your fingers dance close to my pussy but never quite touch it. I’m writhing beneath you, desperate for release.

“Please,” I beg, my voice hoarse with need. “Please what?” you ask, your fingers finally sliding inside me. “Fuck me,” I gasp, my hips bucking against your hand. You don’t need any more encouragement and

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Filthy Encouragement

Francie 1844-332-2639 xXx 208

When I walked into the room, Seth quickly put down his phone. He was lounging in the living room, and by the way, he laid the phone face down on his thigh. With the guilty look in his eyes, I knew he’d been up to something naughty. ” What were you doing?” I smiled and sat on his lap, rubbing at his chest to feel the racing pace of his heart.

“N-nothing, Franny.” His hand held my lower back, and I leaned forward to pluck his phone off his lap. “Wait, don’t!” He tried to grab the phone, but I held it out of his reach. I tsked him as I woke the screen up and realized he’d been scrolling a family friend’s social media…with a hard dick. Someone was in need of a little filthy encouragement, it seemed.

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Work Distractions

Kayla Cumsalot 1844-33-CANDY Ext 357

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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1844-33-CANDY EXT 423

I lean back on my velvet couch, the red fabric matching the crimson of my painted lips. My stilettos were kicked off somewhere, leaving only my long legs exposed in their black silk stockings. I tapped a manicured finger against my thigh, my wedding ring flashing in the light of my modern apartment.

“Come here, boy,” I ordered, my voice dripping with authority. “I’ve got a task for you.”

You hesitated, your hands clenched at your sides. “I’m not a boy,” you protested, your voice rough and masculine. You puffed out your chest, trying to appear more dominant than you felt. Continue reading “Just Suck My Cock” →

 Kinky Krysta 1844-332-2639 Ext.410

Let’s cut to the quick, shall we? I know there are things you ache to say out loud. Dark, depraved things you grit your teeth against and maybe even shame yourself for thinking after you’ve exploded cum all over your hand. I’m here to remind you that I WANT you to share those things with me.

Do you have any idea how good it will feel to say what you want out loud? To release that desire to my little ears? I won’t judge you; in fact, I might surprise you. Those distasteful thoughts that mill in your head all day? They are in mine, too. Swimming against the current of what society says should be okay. Well, Fuck what they say we should or shouldn’t want! I want to play out some no-taboo, extreme ageplay fantasies with you!

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Felicity's Girl

Mama Felicity 1844-332-2693 Ext 270

Eeek! I’m a little late sharing, but I’m so proud of my girl! Look how cute her little cage is! Thinking back on how our relationship has grown and how she’s blossoming into herself makes me giddy. I remember our first call like it was yesterday, even though it was a few years back. She was about to head into an adult store wearing her first cage. It was a bulky, black, plastic thing. That cage wasn’t nearly as cute or girly as this one, but she was brave enough to show it off right there in the parking lot. I remember how the little golden lock sparkled next to all that black. Who knew that day would bring me one of my best girlfriends?

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Kayla Cumsalot 1844-332-2639 x 357

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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