Daddy went on a two-week trip with his other slut, and I got furious. Only because he denied me any of his cock and told me I couldn’t call a fucking sissy to eat my pussy. What does that do to a brat like me? It makes me become a bad girl. I told him that when I’m left alone, I get slutty. I get to be a badly behaved slut.
Krysta 844-332-2639 Ext. 410
Spank me, why don’tcha? Talk, talk, talk! Man, you just don’t shut up, do ya? I know I skipped curfew, but you didn’t let me explain. I was too busy having FUN to come home on time. Obviously, I don’t expect you to understand, Daddy. You’ve probably been a stick in the mud your whole life.
Like now, for example. You keep lecturing me over and over when all this would be moot if you just spanked me!
Krysta 844-332-2639 Ext. 410
Oh, hey, hi! It’s me, Daddy’s little chunka monka, Krysta! I’m new and ravenous for the sweet treat in your pants. My Daddy is away, and this naughty princess is now at play. But, like anything in life that you could over-indulge, when you call me up, someone is going to need a safe word, and it isn’t me! Do you have one in place, or should I pick one for you?
Make sure you pick carefully. I wouldn’t want our sexy time to come to an end before we are both satisfied.
Krysta 844-332-2639 Ext. 410
Oh, Daddy! What have you let me do? Remember a few weeks ago when I was curious about that brown drink you had? The one in the short glass with the ice cubes? You told me it was for adults, and it helped them feel good, remember?
And then, after you told me about it, you even took me behind the wet bar in the basement and showed me how to make it exactly how you like it. Two fingers poured over two ice cubes. You showed me exactly how. Then every day after you taught me, I made sure you had a drink ready for you as soon as you came home from work.
Kayla Cumsalot 1844-33-CANDY ext 357
I’m not used to being controlled. Normally, he lets me take the lead, but he’d been working all day. Too busy for distractions and too busy for me. I do like accompanying Daddy on his business trips, but things can get rather boring waiting in the hotel room for him to finish up with his day.
When he finally arrived, I decided I would pounce on him and tell him how much I missed him while he was gone, but he flipped the script on me! I was wearing white thigh-high stocking and a tiny white thong when he came through the door. Like I planned, I ran into his arms, but he spun me around and growled: “Put your hands on the wall!”
Kayla Cumsalot 1844-33-CANDY ext 357
Dear Sugar Daddy,
I know you see me, even though you are hesitant to approach me. I don’t even wonder why it’s taken you so long to come to play with me. See, I already know what you are afraid of. You’re scared that once I start to strip for you, you’ll be addicted to the sweetness of my voice—dependant on my goofy charm filling your brain day in and day out. A simple striptease is like a gateway to your undoing.
It’s only a matter of time from when you take that first bite into me to when you are itching for a fix. Then one fix won’t be enough to get you through the week. You’ll need two and then three sessions a week until you find yourself shaking for a daily fix of Kayla’s little strip teasing. Even if it’s just a simple “hello” from your darling Kayla.
Krysta 844-332-2639 Ext. 410
Bound and gagged. Daddy had me spread open. His demanding fingers were jammed into my swollen cunt. “Don’t Cum.” He barked, but his fingers were pushing me to disobey. His two long digits curled up to scrape over my spongy g-spot.
Drool bubbled from around the red ball gag in my mouth, but that didn’t keep me from begging for permission to cum. Even if he couldn’t understand the words, I knew he understood the desperation.
We’re naughty, really naughty. And filthy, super filthy. Together, Savory Avery and I will take you into the dark recesses of your mind where only your naughtiest kinks exist. We’ll splash around in the depths in which scare you. We like to play with the taboo topics that some girls are afraid of.
Are you scared to go there too, Daddy? Awe, don’t be shy. Take our hands and play with us.
Little girls love lollipops. It’s true, but there is something this sweet lovin little girl loves WAY more than a lollipop. I bet you’ve guessed by now. I’m talking about that sexy sucker in your pants. Did you know it was a Lollicock!? Placed there just for soothing the attitude right out of silly little girls like me!
My sweet tooth has been bugging me something awful, Daddy and I have been such a whiny, needy little brat. I think I could find an attitude adjustment if you’d just place that Lollicock on my tongue.
The living room is dark when you come home from work. Dropping your bags at the door and kicking out of those tight dress shoes. Nothing is on your mind except for your bed and possibly a shower. Maybe a drink, a shower, and then bed.
A soft sound catches your attention. Is that? The sound of someone running their sexy little french tipped fingernails up a pair of fishnet nylons? Your hand slaps the light switch, and there I am. Your sweet lovin Kayla Cumsalot, waiting to fulfill Daddy’s sexy fetish!