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Ruin You

My boyfriend makes slaves do yard work barefoot. That’s because he’s a sadistic fucker who loves to hurt other people. It reaffirms his power and control over the rest of the male sex. Compared to Him, those groveling, pathetic slaves can’t even call themselves men! It was so funny the other day what he made our slave do. After he finished up our laundry and made all of the beds in our house like a pansy sissy maid, we had him strip down into a tiny little speedo swimsuit and stand outside in the freezing cold to work on our front lawn. Since we live up north, the weather just barely hits 58 degrees around this time of year, and it is especially icy on our driveway because of all the rain we get. So of course my boyfriend decided to assign the task of pouring anti-freeze and salt onto the sidewalks in front of our house. He also had him mow our lawn. Because the slave was barefoot, however, we ruined his feet.

While he was out there hopping around, trying to avoid the searing pain of the ice on his exposed skin, trying to ease the suffering from the frozen heels and wounded arches, my boytoy and I were fucking like crazy. It got us so hot and bothered to watch through the windows and witness how much sway we have over an ostensibly competent grown “man.” It just goes to show that slaves aren’t people after all! Yes, we ruined his feet. They were covered in blisters, open sores, cuts, gashes, and were the color of a bright blue balloon–even inflated and swollen like one! It was so hilarious to see him wincing and hissing in unimaginable pain and agony. We let him go take a warm bath, but the moral of the story is that we are in control ALWAYS. We can do whatever we want to our stupid slaves, and they will worship and thank us for it.

Oh Brother . . . It’s My Mother!

You know what gets me off? Incest phone sex . . . but I especially love dirty, kinky Mommy phone sex. Now that it’s Mother’s Day, I served up a plate of that saucy mix right to her. You see, I have a thing for pussy licking, degrading, absolutely satisfying sex. The more extreme the better. So I decided to give my Momma a gift she’ll actually appreciate this year. Forget the fucking cards, flowers, and other crap. She needs a dick in her ass and a good hard orgasm from her lovely daughter . . . and that’s what I gave to her. I brought my brother Franky, and we drove over to her condo with a whole fucking truckload of sex toys. I brought a curved glass dildo to tease her pussy with, vibrating bullet eggs to stick up her coochie, and some tight nipple clamps with little purple sparkly feathers dangling off. When we walked through the door, we immediately pressed play on the portable radio we brought, and some seductive music filtered out through the room. It was wonderful to watch my Mother’s face light up as we began to strip slowly before her, my brother Franky rubbing his crotch as I shook my ass with raunchy flair. She loved it when I crawled toward her on my hands and knees, mouthing the dirty lyrics to Eminem’s rap smash-hit Shake That, and jiggling my titties. Franky was jerking his dick with great enthusiasm, and we paused only to play with our Mommy and use all of our fun and erotic toys on her. It’s great to see how much she loves what we do to her. Her cunt was watering like a fountain, and we played with the lily of her clit with expertise and care, bringing her to a heightened orgasm to rival the best of them. Happy Mother’s Day from all of the deviant sexual whores at Fuckalicious Freaks!

No Other Options

My car got a flat tire last night on the middle of the highway. It was the scariest experience of my life. I was just standing out there on the deserted road, with no one to help me. Worst of all, I was wearing mini shorts and a tight tank top that was short enough to show off my belly button piercing. I was just asking to get shoved up against my useless car and banged until I bled. And that’s exactly what ended up happening. I called the repairman to come help me, but when he found me on the side of the road, all alone and baring skin like a dirty slut, he used me like the whore I am. That’s right. I tried to offer him money for fixing my car, but he didn’t want it. He wanted my holes, and so he took them. Hard and fast. Showing me who was boss. His name tag said ‘Fred.’ I was crying the whole time, and he kept licking the tears off my face. It was awful and creepy. Except I have to admit that getting my ass fucked by force against the side of my car in the dead of the black night did have its upside. That upside is the fact that it turned me on completely and gave me one of the best orgasms of my life to date. Too bad he changed my flat tire and drove off without another word. I would’ve like to have gotten his phone number . . . 

Hell Sent

I am just two and two
I am hot
I am cold
I am the parent of numbers that cannot be told
I am a gift beyond measure,
a matter of course
and I’m yielded with pleasure
when taken by force 

I don’t get fucked.

I fuck.

Hard, fast, rough. I’ll tear your ass up. I’ve got a Feeldoe that thrusts with the power of lust, and I can make you scream my name with both of your hands up. Pressed against the wall, begging for mercy. I want to feel the insides of you quiver with yearning. You know you want me, you just can’t resist. My darkness is dragging you down, and it’s sick. I’m a twisted, dark whore. I’ve got a black hole of sin. It’s your sin I’ll fill, with this strap-on, I’ll win. It’s the truth, not a lie, I just can’t shield my eyes. I wanna watch you go down and beg harder. You cry, I need your energy. You’re mine. I’m infecting you with everything deadly. Divine, it’s a virtue, I’m sure, be assured of my word. Just try to remember that what’s yours is yours. But your cock? Yeah, that’s mine. I was hell sent to claim it.

So now, just relinquish, ‘cus I know where to aim it.

Worshipping the Master

I walked through the door, and you gave me a piercing stare that shook me right down to the very core. My core, that is. Throbbing pussy set alight, I tried to squeeze my legs together to suppress my need for your dick inside of me. You frowned slightly, raised a hand, and gestured for me to get down on my knees. I can recognize that body language anywhere, Sir. I dropped to a crouch in front of you, and you unbuckled your pants and shoved them down to your ankles. Then I was like a very young girl with her mother’s breast, because my mouth latched onto your cock like a suckling youngster, and my lips began to tighten and my hand went around to your ass, fingering your hole and rubbing it wildly. I blew you with enthusiasm as I rimmed your ass with my finger, and then I crawled around behind you and began to use my tongue. Jerking you off with my right hand, I spread your ass with my left one and began to lick and worship your ass with spirit and appreciation. You’re getting close, so you reach around, grab my hair, and yank me in front you. Sticking your cock in my mouth, you face fuck me violently before pulling out and creaming all over my face. When I think I can’t be humiliated any further, you shove your limp cock back down my throat and piss inside of my mouth. I swallow it all, perfectly, and then after wiping my mouth with the back of my hand, thank you for the privilege of allowing me to worship you.

Seven Sexy Sins of Lust

I’m a sinner. God, I’m a sinner. All day long, my quivering thighs sing siren songs of achy yearning for fulfillment. Dick is the only cure for my intense desire to screw every man I meet. I’m a horrible lusty little thing, and I can’t deny my cravings for cock. I’ve fucked mailmen, train conductors, playwrights, acrobats . . . you name it. Everyone is a potential lover, and my orgasmic pleasure is all that matters. I’m an expert manipulator when it comes to convincing men to come to bed with me . . . anyone is welcome to me for the chance to spread their seed. Phallic persuasion is my ultimate talent, I’ve learned to suck, fuck, and strut my way to the ultimate in bliss: screwing heaven. And since I’ve been there, nothing fills me more–mentally, physically, or spiritually–than a huge heavy cock up my pussy, and a huge load of spud up my vag. If you’ve got a problem with my sinful ways, you’re welcome to tell me about it over a nice cup of tea, that may or may not be tainted with a touch of my needy, wild, lust.

Naudia Never Needs Condoms

It’s in all of the movies. You’re getting hot and heavy with a girl, making out and pawing each other all over the place, and then it comes time for the big finale. You lean over the bed and reach toward the side table, grabbing for that little square of foil and tearing it open. The condom falls out on the bed and you rummage around restlessly for it, too aggravated to slide it on to your cock, you enter her bareback, and tell her you’ll just pull out. The moaning, groaning, and aching need floods over you. You can’t deal with another moment of pressure. It’s cumming time for release, and you seem to have forgotten that your raw dick is ravaging the insides of the this girl underneath you. She’s squirming and mumbling and clawing at you to go harder. Her eyes are glazed over, her head has lolled back, and she’s panting so heavily, she may as well be drowning. She’ll never notice if you just stay inside of her, right? I mean, is it really all that bad to cum inside . . . it’s like giving her a little gift. With your dick, one she didn’t ask for. A surprise inside your cock. So you do it, plunging into her deep in one swift stroke, and you explode right up her canal, grunting lowly. You lean back, slick with sweat, and your knee glides over a smooth plastic balloon. Glancing down, you peel the condom off your tangy skin, edge it out from underneath your leg, and throw it on the floor beside the bed. Oh well. Yeah, it was ribbed. But bareback just feels so much better . . . You catch your partner’s eye, and you can tell she knows what you did. Time to get out of there! But baby . . . lemme tell you something. I never use condoms. So you’re welcome to cum inside me anywhere you want.

Do Me Like A Whackadoodle

Oooooh, my horny little whackadoodle. You know what you did….Last night, you came into my office and wanted to peel off my clothes and ravage me sore, doing all those naughty things to me that your dick’s been dying for.

And I let you.

In fact, I begged you for more….You had a little gift for me, and it went like this: your hands gripped my tits; the weight filled out to press against the curve of your palms…hot and ready to squeeze the life from me through my swinging jugs. You looped your fingers into the waistband of my shorts, and shoved me against the desk, pressing me there with your widening hips. Your hardening bulge told me you wanted to get that dick inside….and as you ground your cock against my plump ass, I could feel your seed flooding to burst a bloom inside me. You flipped me around, and your hands were so much bigger when they slid down the front of my panties. My thighs spread immediately, like you could control them with your need, and I wanted your rock-solid cock to like my smooth, velvety pussy. So I hopped up on the edge of the desk, and my legs lengthened as I wrapped them over your shoulders and behind your neck. I wanted you to take me…

You banged my pisspole pocket while I clawed at you to screw me harder. The mushroom head of your screwstick swelled inside my walls, tightening my pussy while your own fucking rod widened inside my slick folds. With your pre-cum drizzling down my wanting inner walls, I bounced up and down primally, my waist dipping inward as your enlarged hands squeezed my hot flesh.

You knew what to do, baby…

Your hot, wet mouth found my silken rosebud nipple, zooming in and compressing to focus the tiny tip of my nub on the sharp edge of your teeth. You shoved that beefpole slathered with love butter up inside my slick twat deep. Your junk grew like Pinocchio to bang, BAM! against my cervix–and I groaned like a slutty fucking wild mountain lion. Slapping against your cock audibly, my pussy drowned itself in the moisture of your PH levels. Burst your ball sacs and shove that fuckrod right up my velvet canal. While you screwed me, my beef curtains clenched around your cock to stimulate the hot, wanting nerves in your bangbuddy as I rode you hard. Delirium from pleasure overtook us as the texture of your skin changed. Rough, just how I like it, and the pads of your fingertips wildly massaged my clit. When we sank together, uncontrollably, I felt your splooge shoot through me like a firework. Untamed arousal drew us together as our peak swam down, and I felt myself shrinking into a jizzum pool of baby gravy just as wet and helpless as your schlong cream swimming through my pussy.

Sardonic Possession

I had the kinkiest, raunchiest phone sex yesterday! The guy made me soooo wet. All I could think about was getting fucked hard enough from behind to split me open! He told me that I was his whore doll and cum slut. After ordering me to get down on my knees, I was told to spread my legs wide apart for a thorough stuffing! He used me and nailed me with his like his own personal sex kitten screw toy. Then I felt something cold and tight around my ankles….Slave bracelets with his name on it. Everyone should know who my pleasure spots belong to. And of course, he told me he’d sexually conquer my mom, too. She’s a whore like me! Her meaty jugs are so heavy and full of milk, and they could use a good titty fucking! If we wanted a drink of water, we’d have to bend down, completely bare ass naked, and lap it up out of our kitty bowls. He always jerked off to spill some of his pearly white cum to nourish our teeth and grow his seed in our bellies. Then he rubbed that cock off inside of us and shot his hot white jizz chowder right up our holes!

Impregnation Phone Sex with Naudia

Don’t want condoms? No problem.

Shoot that load and lock it up in a cup! I want to spread these slutty thighs for your white cloud of spud. You shake that baby bottle full of sperm and your sticky man sauce gravy swims inside of me. I can feel your seed climbing up and fertilizing me, turning my organs into overtime and finely tuning my orgasm into one slimy explosion of cum. You yank out the little feeding noozle and stick it back in my mouth. I can taste your sperm mixed with my juices from my pussy, and I begin to drink it like a nursing little cum slut. You want to spill that seed into every orifice in my body. If there’s an hot tight hole, wet little slit, or opening that will fit it, you want to fuck your dick right inside of it until you explode that white, musky two-ball sperm chowder deep down inside me. Fucking me up the butt is an option every time, but I want it in my nose, in my ears, in my belly button, in my deep and wanting whore cunt, and down the back of my hot little throat. I need your juicy juice to penetrate my insides and turn me into your goo bitch so I can get knocked up and fucked by you over and over and over again.