Category: Extreme

A Dangerous Hole

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Boys are dumb; we’ve been over this. But a girlfriend and I thought it would be super funny to sneak into the boy’s bathroom and turn one of their glory holes into a Dangerous hole. She hid in the last stall while I waited in the second stall. The first one is known for having a hole drilled into it, and between classes, guys would secretly blow each other.

However, it’s been said a time or two the guys get lucky, and a horny girl slut will wait on her knees to please anyone who feeds his dick through the hole. They really should be more careful of where they stick their pricks. On my knees in the grubby bathroom, I wait. My schoolgirl skirt and creamy thighs on display under the door so whoever came in would know it was their lucky day.

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Mothers Day Tea Party Ends In a Stink!

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Every Year on Mother’s Day, I like to host a single Mama’s brunch. I invite over all my girlfriends who are raising smelly babies all by themselves and treat them to bottomless mimosas and girl time. I had everything all set up perfectly yesterday when the doorbell chimed, announcing my guests. As I walked from the kitchen through the living room, a vile stink slapped me in the face.

“Pyyyouuuu! What is that smell?!” I waved my hand in front of my face, horrified that this smell would be the first thing to greet my guests. Then I saw the source of the stink! Mr. Stinky Pampers was squatting near the couch with his toy trucks in his hands.

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Catfight. As I strode into the pulsating nightclub, a surge of energy coursed through my veins. The air crackled with anticipation and the throbbing music pounded in my ears.

Amidst the throng of people, my body collided with a middle-aged woman. Her drink splattered over my hot sexy dress, sending a wave of icy liquid down my spine. Fury surged through me as I turned to confront her.

‘Excuse me,’ I snapped. ‘You spilled my drink.’

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Should I Tatt My Tits Or Ass

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I been thinkin’ bout getting a hot tatt. Only problem is where the fuck should I put it? I got great fuckin’ assets no matter where you look, right? These massive boobs could use some ink, but this tight little ass could use a target for when you fuckin me from behind and want to spank me.

Come wit me to the tattoo parlor, and let’s look at the options. Would it turn you off if I got your name tatted into my smooth, ebony skin?

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Bondage Beauty

Posted 10 months ago by Rita

Bondage Beauty

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Being his bondage beauty makes me so proud. We walk through the dark club, hand in hand, as Master and sub. My eyes are cast down, watching our feet move in unison. He’s fully dressed in a suit, and I’m wearing only a nude-colored thong. To anyone looking, I’d appear fully naked, save for my tall heels.

I’m not shy or ashamed; I’m his little work of art, or I will be once we get on stage. The crowd is milling about, drinking, dancing, and talking. I feel eyes clocking us as we move, and then murmurs follow. “He’s here.” “That’s the Dom I was telling you about.” “Oh, look.” Then, the group of people shifts focus when I follow him up to the center of the stage.

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Diapering A Premature Ejaculater

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My supervisor at the office has an obvious crush on me. I feel his eyes on me no matter where I am or what I’m doing at work; honestly, I am sick of it. The only way I could think of to make him stop was to confront the problem. My trusty diaper bag was propped up on my shoulder when I knocked on his door and asked if we could talk. He said of course, so I shut the door and told him I would feel better if we started the conversation with a hug.

He stepped around his desk and took me into his arms. I rubbed his chest and felt him stiffen. He whimpered my name and tried to put space between us as he gasped and moaned. We looked down together, and there it was, a giant cum stain in his slack from his premature ejaculation! “Awe, look at how quickly you came. Someone needs a diaper, don’t you?”

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Tiny Little Pantie Pest

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You know the saying, “I’ve got ants in my panties?” Well, I have tiny little tic-tac-sized pests in my panties. It isn’t what you think, lol. No, I’ve been shrinking and collecting men to keep in my undies for my own pleasure. I have about six men in there now who’ve been blasted with my laser beam. They shrink before my eyes register the flash, and I must wear special glasses to find them afterward. Sometimes, they almost escape through the puddle of clothes left over from the sudden size change.

Once I’ve found the new little toy, I peel back my panties and add the little pest to my collection. I really love the way they squirm and crawl around on my pussy all day. The panties I keep them in are too tight for anyone to escape. The only way they are getting out of that hot, moist terrain is if I’d let them. And I’m never letting them out of my control!

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Alex 1-844-332-2639 Ext. 425

Taking a sub to the extremes that I have put out for them is always so exciting. Their eyes widening as I make them feel things they have never experienced before. Nobody else can take a sub to the extremes I can. When I took “J” into my dungeon, he was in for a ride. Even without my extremes, he is always moaning and begging for more like the bitch he is. The sounds of begging in my ears is always the most exciting part of my day. And he delivers that. But this time we were playing, I took it a step further than we ever had.

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The Sweetest Nightmare Part Two

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Part one

My eyes closed, and  I flinched back. I knew the blow would come, but I expected it to land on my cheek. He didn’t hit me in the face. Instead, he struck me in the chest. Hard and repeatedly. Right on my breastbone. Hard enough, I felt the bones splintering and stabbing at my tender places. I wheezed as my vision blurred. Pain pulsed through every inch of me as he fisted his cock with his swollen knuckles and forced my legs open.

I tried to cover my pussy from his intrusion with the last bits of strength I possessed. It was useless. He was big and strong, and I was small and broken. When would the nightmare end?

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National Pet Day

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The fuzzy tail that hung from my butt plug teased my cheeks as I swished my ass side to side. I’d heard his car; Master was home. On my hands and knees, I wiggled with excitement! It’s National Pet Day, which means he’ll bring me home a special treat today!

I didn’t know what it was, but my heart pounded under my swaying breasts. The name tag dangled from my collar at the hollow of my throat as I sat tall on my heels, and he opened the door. My tongue lulled out of my mouth, and I held my hands up like the good pet I am, panting a greeting.

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