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Paper Walls

I heard the BEST goddamn action last night from my neighbor’s apartment. It turned me on to the fucking max. While I was taking a big old nasty shit, my asshole was getting all stretched out with the huge dirty log pushing out. It made me want dick so bad, and that’s when I heard moaning cumming from next door. Our apartment complex has paper fucking walls, I swear. I got up, flushed the toilet, and immediately put my hand between my legs without wiping first. I couldn’t stop fondling my pussy and filthy asshole as the sound of bodies slapping into one another came from the room next door. I heard them slam up against the wall as he pounded her from behind, and it got me so horny, I couldn’t stop myself. I dipped fingers into my dirty, stanky asshole and rubbed that shit all over my pussy. It was the nastiest and dirtiest thing I could think of, and I started smooshing it in all over my tits and down my stomach. It was so hot and juicy and mushy…it made me hungry. While I listened to the girl next door drop to her hands and knees to suck her guy’s cock, I grabbed my tit, put it to my mouth, and licked all of my own shit off. Now that’s what I call a hot fucking time!

Woman’s Best Friend

I am so nasty. Getting aroused by petsitting for my friend’s four legged creature, I decided to put the mutt to use. I took a huge shit and thought it’d be erotic to get the freaky thing to lap it up like a good male bitch. I got down on all fours to be level with the mutt, spread my dirty ass cheeks, and called him over. Then I fingered myself to get my babyhole all nice and moist. Once it started watering like the desperate hotbox it is, I stuck the dog biscuit I’d gotten ready right up my aching, filthy asshole. The stupid four-legged creature raced right up to my split legs and started eating it. He devoured the biscuit quickly but then became addicted to the taste of my ass and couldn’t stop munching, licking, and rimming on my nasty shithole. My ready cunt started creaming. His tongue was rough and I kept feeling it scraping my asshole and lapping it up. He licked the dirty shit rimming my anal canal like it was Purina chow and mounted me from behind. I felt his four legs humping my spread legs like he was trying to mate with me. The mutt’s warm veiny meat stick brimming with pet semen started pulsing out of him, growing bigger and bigger. I sucked it slick like a slim jim sausage product, trying to suck out the cream filling. He wanted to get inside of me. My own little man’s best friend was getting ready to knot his monster cock inside, hump me and mate me with his sticky wet, disgusting spud so I could have his mutt offspring.

Playing with Fire

Don’t mess around with that which you don’t understand. There are some things in this world that are darker and more sinister than even you could ever begin to imagine . . . for instance, while I was smoking my cigarette languorously last night, I happened to fall victim to a game that seemed innocent to most . . . playing with a ouija board. But once I called the spirit on the board, the room filled with smoke and a deadly creaking sound emanated from all corners of the room. “OOoooooo,” said the crazy ass-fucking ghost. I screamed, and tried to run for cover, but it was too late. He caught me in his ghost-cold hands and the ice ran through my veins. I tried to wiggle away, but he held me down fast and popped out his ghost cock from beneath the linen sheet I recognized from the hall closet. Then he rimmed my asshole with the head of that slut fucking dick stick and shoved himself inside. I got the lesson of my life. I know much better than to play with ouija boards now . . . unless of course I’m in the mood for some hot anal.

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.