Category: Extreme

Trapped In The Graveyard

Rita 1844-332-2639 Ext 413

Thick fog coiled around my ankles. I kicked the whisps away from my knee-high black boots and adjusted the backpack on my shoulder. Katie and Tommy dared me to spend Halloween Night in the oldest graveyard in town. It’s a hidden-away little plot with broken tombstones and this two-foot-high fence that does nothing to keep people out. The rusted fence may have had a purpose when the graves were dug, but now the rumors about the ghosts who live there are what keep people far away from the secluded site.

The beam of my flashlight bounces to and fro as I step over the small barrier. My skin prickled immediately from the temperature change. Fog no longer swirled on this side of the fence; it was far too cold. “I shouldn’t be here.” A whisper of a thought echoed in my mind, but I wasn’t one to back down from a dare. I’d show Katie and Tommy that the rumors were stupid. Obviously, ghosts aren’t real.

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Sleep Paralysis Demon

Valerie 1844-332-2639 Ext 243

Imagine yourself as a young man with a horrifying, repeated experience. One that no one believes is true. Robbie hadn’t started masturbating when I latched onto him. His innocence drew me in. His dreams were all sweet as sugar, and I longed to taint them. When he’d fallen into the deepest sleep state, I slithered over his sleeping body and seeped into his skin—taking hold of his limbs and pinning them down. This was always my favorite part because his eyes would spring open and he’d watch me, immobile as I took from him what every sleep paralysis demon wants most.

His seed.

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witch sex

Amber 1-844-332-2639 ext 404

It was Hallowe’en night. Outside, the mortal world celebrated with plastic masks and cheap candy. But I craved a real thrill, a true terror. I had spent seven Hallowe’ens trying to communicate with spirits, but to no avail. Tonight, I wasn’t summoning a familiar; I was calling something hungry from the deepest trench of the underworld.

My voice, raw and aching, delivered the final incantation: “Come, Shade of the Forgotten. Taste me, for I am willing.” The candles—tallow dipped in fat—did not flicker. They simply vanished, plunging the room into absolute, freezing darkness. Then, almost instantly, he materialized. He wasn’t a sheet or a spectral mist. He was the perfect, sculpted embodiment of shadow, a man stitched together from cosmic cold and palpable malevolence.

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Yoga Bitch Beat Down

Kayla Cumsalot 1844-33-CANDY Ext 357

My phone went off a few times during yoga, and she kept looking back at me with a stink eye. Rolling her eyes and huffing without actually saying anything. When we got into the locker room, she shoved past me and mumbled, “Rude.”

I  chuckled a little to my friends and cocked my head. “Um, excuse me, BITCH, did you have something to say to my face?”

She looked me up and down dismissively, obviously thinking she’s better than me. That’s when I started to twist my long hair up into a messy bun, knowing where this was going, and she snarks off that she can’t relax if rude people keep their phone volume on during class. I didn’t intend to beat your wife’s ass after Yoga class, but honestly, she asked for it.

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Filthy Confessional

Trans Goddess Alexus 1844-332-2639 Ext 349

I’m horny all the time. I swear my cock doesn’t care if I’m in an appropriate setting or not. It senses something it likes and stands straight up. Like the other night, I was in church, trying to be absolved of all my sins, when I noticed this sexy mother fucker sitting in the pew beside me.

My cock twitched, and he must have noticed it poking up through my skirt because he smiled and placed his hand on my knee. A flush of heat rolled through me, and a bead of precum soaked my cocktip. Here wasn’t the place for a filthy fucking, but as I look back behind us, I remember the confessional booths were soundproof.

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Tiny Clean-Up Crew

Francie 1844-332-2639 xXx 208

I waltzed into my bedroom with cum pouring into my panties from the incredible fucking I’d just had. My dewy skin still glowed from the rush of orgasm, and I couldn’t wait to put my tiny clean-up crew to work. I could feel their little gazes on me from the jar atop my nightstand as I undressed. They are always so eager to please their Giantess.

Next, I lay on the bed and carefully picked up the glass jar. Inside, my four little clean-up crew men braced themselves so they wouldn’t topple over when my large fingers encased the glass and carried them to my tummy. All four were naked and stood only a few centimeters tall. I popped the lid off the jar and tilted it to its side. My micro clean-up crew scrambled out, each holding a rag or a small broom. My stomach must feel like an endless field to them as I lifted my legs and pried off my panties, watching them hurry to fulfill their duty.

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Bridesmaid Gets All The Action

Trans Goddess Alexus 1844-332-2639 Ext 349

My sister Sara was getting married and was struggling with the idea of having just one cock for the rest of her life. She suggested the weekend before her big day, we should get a hotel out of town and try to fuck as much cock as possible before she was a married woman. I’m always supportive of my sister’s dreams and wishes, so I agreed.

We got all dolled up, looking sexy as fuck, and slipped down to the club in the hotel. There were so many choices of hot guys, but unfortunately, we kept looking at the same one. Since she is the bride, of course, I, as the bridesmaid, knew I’d have to let her have him if she wanted him.

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Boy Boobs

Posted 1 month ago by Rita

Boy Boobs

Goddess Rita 1844-332-2639 Ext 413

I bet you’ve wondered a time or two why boys even have boobs. They serve no functional purpose. Not like female breasts, which nourish babies and make boys stupid when they see them. So, what other reason could men possibly have tits for if they aren’t meant for me to abuse them?

To pinch, pluck, or clamp the tender little peaks until they feel overwhelmed with pain and pleasure.

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Mommy Gets You Gangbanged

Mama Felicity 1844-332-2639 Ext 270

I’ve dressed you in stain and lace. You look like an utter slut, and that’s precisely what you’ll be for Mommy. I’ve invited over six men who are eager to fill your holes with cock and cum. The gang bang will be epic and last four hours. No matter how quickly your clit explodes. They will keep using you. Over and Over. That’s what you wanted, isn’t it, my sissy faggot? Get to your knees and crawl to the center of the circle of cock.

You’re about to be sacrificed in the name of their pleasure. Make Mommy proud and beg for what the cum you crave.

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extra-terrestrial blog

Stella 1-844-332-2639 ext 322

They say the oldest profession adapts to anything. Mon Dieu, they were not wrong. Here I am, French as a baguette, running my little ’boutique sensuelle’ on Rue St. Dennis in beautiful Montreal (sweet bebe, you thought I was Parisienne French, didn’t you?). The clients? Well, that’s where it gets…interesting. You see, most of them aren’t human. They’re not even from planet earth.

Take tonight. My appointment, a Xylorian (pronounced “Sy-lor-ee-anne”) named Gleep, looked like a particularly disgruntled pile of amethyst-colored jello. Four eye-stalks, all twitching. He’s from a species that primarily communicates via bioluminescent mucus, which, let me tell you, makes for some truly messy pillow talk. And the smell! Like fermented algae and existential dread, even with the station’s advanced atmospheric scrubbers. But, c’est la vie, Gleep pays in rare crystals, which are currently trending on the galactic market. He also (naturally) leave quite the trail of slime after he cums.

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