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Even Your Mom Is Disappointed

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So many of you little dick perverts have crushes on your Mom. I played with an idiot just a bit ago; he’s huge into family play, and something dawned on me. You know how moms are supposed to always love you and support you and think you’re perfect because she made you? Well, you know she would be super disappointed in your little dick, don’t you?

Think about it! Picture it. Your hot MILF is spread out on your bed. You are FINALLY, after years of jerking off to her, going to get the chance to fit your dick into where you came from, and she is looking around your room. Then asks, “Is it in?”

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Bound At Sea

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“Captain!” The misty sea wind carried the first mate’s panicked voice to where the Captain rested in her cabin. “We need ye on deck!” Captain Kayla’s black knee-high boots clanked along the wooden deck planks as she confidently strode toward the scrambling sailors and the beast they had bound to the deck.

Seven men were wrestling a massive, inky black creature. Its tentacles slapped at them as they attempted to wrestle it into submission. Lucky for them, the arms of the beast were tangled in their fishing net behind its back. “What’s this?” Captian Kayla bellowed over the roar of the ocean. The creature stilled at the sound of her voice, and the sailors scattered.

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Making Me See Red

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It started out as just play fighting. Emmi and I were having a ‘Bridgerton’ date night, both of us wearing sports bras under our tees and cotton shorts. I don’t recall what started it, a playful slap or teasing comment, but I do remember throwing off my shirt and tempting her into a wrestling match. I’m little and fast; she’s experienced and powerful, but it was a chance to test her strength and see if she’d let me win.

Boys, ALWAYS let me win. They get distracted by my tits or the way my body feels against theirs when I’m trying to plow them into the ground. It’s always the same, as soon as we’re grappling, their erection stabs me in the thigh, and they try to kiss me. Not Em. She would make me regret challenging her, all while making me see red. Continue reading “Making Me See Red” →

When Kayla's In Need

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Several nights ago, after jerking off guys like I’d been giving out handshakes at some rally, I was feeling … something. All day I’d met everyone else’s needs. More than all day. All week, all month. For months and months. Giving and sacrificing myself to please others. And all with a smile on my face, but that night I had a need—a burning, desperate desire for someone to fulfill my needs.

I was in need. Londging to take, not give. And I knew who I wanted to take from. So I sent out a message to Jordan; it was a simple tease. A flick of my tongue along his neck to draw him in. Only the mother fucker didn’t respond. Minutes passed, then I opened my favorite porn feed and started to scroll. However, it only made my need burn hotter. For an hour at least, I toyed with my pussy, watching these clips and feeding the desire growling inside of me. Not letting myself cum until I could satisfy the need to conquer. That’s when he answered.

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As we grow into new stages of life, we meet the people who will help get us through the next phase. That’s why Emmi has me. Her growth has been exceptional, and a sensual, confident woman is blooming right before my eyes. We’ve been chatting about hair and makeup lately, and I thought it was time for a Kaykay Makeup tutorial… of sorts.

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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” →