Category: Extreme

Girl Fight

Posted 2 years ago by Writer

Girl Fight

Girl fight  xoX TorrenceXox (844-332-2639) ext 415

Tonight was supposed to be a night of fun but it ended in a messy girl fight. All I wanted was to catch up with my sorority sister’s and reminisce about our early slutty days in college. We were chatting about how we used to suck our professors off to pass the semesters. The bar was in full swing as a group of loud whores walked in, and demanded we move our seats so they could all sit together. If they had asked nicely, then maybe we would’ve moved, but since they were so pushy, it was a absolute fucking no. The lead whore of the group decided to approach me. She wore itty bitty jean shorts that were shoved up her ass, and a baby white T- shirt that was so tight, if she sneezed, it’ll tear right down the middle. She bumped me with her breast trying to start a fight and that was enough for me to lose my cool and I poured my drink down the front of her shirt. It was on from there!

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Extreme Phone Sex as only Shannon can give.

Hello horny readers. I have a special surprise for you today. Remember Shannon? Of course, you do, she’s my favorite story and, from the calls I got the last time, your favorite too. Click here to refresh your memory, and then come back fast because I have some more amazing details for you.

When you have the life of Shannon all the therapy in the world isn’t going to make you feel unashamed again, I mean nature intended you to be prey so. Just like you can’t unring a bell you can’t unfuck a little girl’s asshole or mouth or pussy. And those memories, oh those memories run deep and keep naughty therapist Laylene busy busy busy!

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xXx Francie xXx 844-332-2639 x 208

Once you acquire a particular appetite, it’s impossible to ignore. A friend invited me over for a rare delicacy, and only after I’d agreed not to tell a soul what we would consume did she tell me what was on the menu. It was laughable at first; how could one eat shrunken men? That isn’t possible or real. Shrinking people is just a fantasy? A lore or myth…

Or so I thought. I’d been invited to participate in a little VORE. So we huddled together at her kitchen counter as she opened an intricate puzzle box. I peered over the lid, and there they were. Six tiny naked men! They looked terrified as the lid lifted and shone the bright kitchen light on them. Tiny hands flew up to cover their eyes, and I saw how hard their little cocks were.

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Have you ever been to a sex party? 

Have you ever been to a sex party?  xoX TorrenceXox (844-332-2639) ext 415

Have you ever been to a sex party? I have. Me and my man was invited to one for the very first time. It was very… interesting. First when we walked in, we had to go through security. The extremely tall and fit security guard searched me, if you ask me he searched my breast and crotch for an usually long time. You know I didn’t mind, my man didn’t mind either. Walking up stairs to the bar after checking in, we were greeted by a completely nude bartender. She had “tip the cum slut” written on her tits and stomach. Let’s just say she got more than tipped that night.

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Pay For My Pot of Gold

Kayla Cumsalot 1844-33-CANDY ext 357

I love when payday falls on St. Patricks Day. It’s just so fitting. See, legend has it that leprechauns are mischievous little creatures that like to make shoes and store their gold coins in a pot of gold that is hidden at the end of a rainbow. However, that little story isn’t all truth.

It’s not leprechauns who want to hoard your gold, no Sir. It’s greedy little cumsluts like me. I come to you when you’ve downed one too many green beers and lure you into my bedroom. With a promise to let you taste my honey pot, the sticky kind of gold you can’t put a price on. However, I’ll allow you to try. Pull out that wallet and trust me with your paycheck. Pay for my pot of gold, and I’ll take you over the rainbow.

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His little fuck doll

xXx Francie xXx 844-332-2639 x 208

For most men, I’m a Mistress. A Domme meant to be served and worshiped, but for him, I’m a little fuck doll. I’d be anything, do anything, and go anywhere that he asked of me. I’d break the rules for him, and the notion terrifies me. Yet, my body aches to serve and bend to his will. It’s a maddening feeling, a high I keep chasing.

What makes this man a God among men? There’s this Je ne said pas that surrounds him. It soaks my panties and makes my knees fold. Could it be the fact that he’s married and not supposed to be mine? Or his cocky grin that tells me he’d take whatever he wanted from me and wouldn’t wait nor ask for permission?  Maybe it’s because he’s the only man on the planet who doesn’t waiver at my touch or shiver when I bark. Is it that he’s actually a real man?

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Sexy Lexi 1844-332-2639 Ext 261

At a shelter I stayed at there was this sexy black girl with huge natural boobs, even bigger than mine. They must have been natural double D, and the way they demanded attention was so luscious. The sexiest and wildest women I’ve met (other than at strip clubs and here!) have been at shelters. I could be wrong, but by the way she looked at me and talked to me, it was like she wanted to convince me of something her actions were otherwise putting into question. At the end of the day, I was the one sleeping with her and there were very sexy black men working at our shelter kindly offering to give us good dick. She even referred to me as “my bitch” when speaking to others.

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Pussy free for me!

Phonesex with Felicity 1844-332-2639 x 270

I’ve been dating this guy on the side who has a son who still lives at home—a pale, virgin, wussy-looking manboy. I could tell he wasn’t getting laid because he never leaves the house. The poor little thing can’t even make eye contact with me. He shudders whenever I speak to him, like he’s cumming in his pants.

I decided if he was going to keep being a bump on the log and an unproductive member of society, I might as well turn him into a pussy free faggot for me.

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Kayla Cumsalot 1844-33-CANDY ext 357

Fucking Married men is so naughty. It should be forbidden; those men should be off-limits to me. However, because it’s so naughty, I can’t help but love to do it. It isn’t ALL my fault, either. They could say no to me. Like this sexy cock right here. He knows better than to let me tease him, but it feels so good. I wanted to kick up our sneaky play a little, so I asked him to steal his wife’s wedding ring when she took it off at night.

He couldn’t refuse me, so he did as I asked. Then, when she slipped it off her finger to go to bed, he snatched it and left for work in the morning before she got up. But, of course, he wasn’t really going to work; he was coming to me for some Sunday morning homewrecking!

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Krysta 844-332-2639 Ext. 410

Daddy always treated me special. He’d spend more time with me than any of my siblings and always brought me gifts when he’d have to leave for business trips, at least until he convinced mommy to let me go on those trips with him. It was so much fun going from city to city with him. We’d stay in fancy hotels and play this game. We’d pretend that we were married and on our honeymoon.

Daddy showed me all of the ways married people show each other how much they love one another. It was pretty exciting! Until my body started to feel weird. My already big boobs began to get real tender and swollen, and my chunky tummy started to expand. When I complained to daddy that I kept getting sick, he said we would go on a long extended trip so no one could guess that daddy knocked me up.

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