After having to put up with shit from rich bitch Annalisa for the last few months, pool boy Eddie finally put her in her place . . . Then she proceeded to put his cock up her tight twat. And the way she was enjoying it made him realize he had Annalisa right where he wanted her . . . Eddie then repeatedly impaled her on his rigid cock as Annalisa rode him reverse-cowgirl style. She may be wealthy enough to own everything but right now he OWNED her cunt. Eddie was sticking it this whore so that she stayed stuck. He felt a warm, increasingly potent tingling surge through his crotch indicating he was on the verge of exploding. So he pried himself out of her clenching pussy, spun her onto her knees and delivered across the rich bitch’s pretty face exactly what she worth to him . . . A money shot.
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Annalisa took pride in being a rich bitch, even considering herself worse than her friends Paris and Kim. What was so wrong with it? And why should she care what the haters thought. Their asses were just jealous that they either weren’t as hot as her or didn’t have a shot at fucking her. So they’re the ones who just had to get over it.
That’s exactly how she felt about the pool boy . . . Eddie, she thinks his name is. She would chastise and ridicule him while he was doing his job. And why shouldn’t she? After all, he did work for her . . .
Well, technically her dad. But when the pool boy told her off, Annalisa could hardly believe her ears. Sure people talked shit about her . . . But NO ONE had dared do it to her face. Her entire body flushed with outrage . . . Except for her pussy, which inexplicably tingled with excitement. It so overwhelmed her that she found herself allowing the commoner pool boy to screw her . . .
And as much as she hated to admit it, he had a nice thick cock and knew just how to use it. He had pounded new depths into her cunt, causing it to instantly fill with her moist, warm juices. As they repositioned and she mounted him on the lounge chair, the nectar spilled all over them. Annalisa fed him a mouthful which he thirstily drank down. She then proceeded to ride his rod so hard that despite her continuous wetness started to cause them both to chafe. However neither made any attempt to stop as they hit their stride, thrusting in perfect synch. Annalisa began panting heavily as she felt the surge of an oncoming orgasm spread through her body.
Who knew commoners could fuck this good?!
After having to take her shit for the entire summer as her pool boy, Eddie had finally had enough of rich bitch teen Annalisa and told her off. Her reaction turned out to be a surprise to be both of them . . . She rubbed her nubile body all over him, allowing Eddie to fondle her perfect tits and curvaceous ass. Annalisa then returned the favor by dropping to her knees and savoring every inch of man-meat . . .
Eddie stripped off his clothes while Annalisa sprawled herself out on a lounge chair. He leered down at her exposed shaved pussy. Despite its lips being flushed and swollen, her vagina appeared small and tight . . . And so goddamn inviting! It looked even better than on her sex tape, which Eddie had gone and purchased, despite himself. That same night he had come home, popped in the DVD and jerked off five times to some motel room lesbian tryst between Annalisa and a chick who bared a striking resemblance to Paris Hilton.
And now here was that same ripe snatch spread and waiting for Eddie’s cock. So much blood ran through it than he felt momentarily light-headed. Before he could pass out Eddie rammed it deep past the folds and pushed through the clenched walls of Annalisa’s pussy. She responded by crying out his name — Which surprised Eddie since he never even thought she knew it — and clenched her legs around his ass, somehow pulling him even deeper inside her. Eddie then proceeded to fuck Annalissa for all she was worth . . .
Which accordingly to Forbes magazine was somewhere in the mid-millions.
Annalisa was bored out of her goddamn mind since most of her friends were on exotic, international vacations all over the world. She, meanwhile, was stuck in fucking L.A. because of being grounded for when her dad had walked in on her getting D.P.ed by a couple of drunken UCLA frat boys. What an hypocritical asshole he was! Annalisa was fully aware that “daddy dearest” had a thing for girls younger than her . . . And she wasn’t even gonna get into the fact that alot of them resembled her.
And while being punished had been worth the seismic multiple orgasms she experienced from two cocks working both her fuck holes, Annalisa was still pissed to be stranded here for the rest of the summer.
She had found the perfect “whipping boy” for her anger in the form of that loser pool boy Eddie. They had just graduated from the same high school but Annalisa had never bothered to acknowledge his existence in the four years there. He just looked like a perverted creep, so that’s what she started calling him whenever he was around doing his job. A few times she even decided to fuck with him by laying out by the pool, dressed in barely-there bikinis and “accidentally” flashing her snatch at him. Well, at least there was some fun to be had around here, Annalisa thought to herself.
Until one day when she was busting his balls about the pool looking disgusting. That little bastard then had the audacity to tell her “Maybe if you cleaned your cunt once in awhile before going in then it might not get like that”. No one had EVER talked to Annalisa like this before! Who the fuck did this poor bitch think he was?!!! It made her so furious that she literally felt the rage surging through her body” . . . But that was instantly followed by something else. A STRANGE something else. Annalisa’s pussy suddenly felt on fire, even downright volcanic, followed by her warm nectar running down her leg . . .
The next thing she knew Annalisa was all over the pool boy . . . Whatever the fuck his name was . . . As he yanked up her top, played with her titties, pinched her nipples . . . He was then grinding his throbbing meat-stick against her ass while she bent over . . .
Annalisa wanted . . . Needed . . . CRAVED that fucking dick so BAD! She collapsed to her knees and shoved the whole thing in her mouth, ravenously sucked on it with wanton disregard . . . At that moment it was the best cock she had ever tasted . . . And that said alot for a self-proclaimed nasty whore like Annalisa.
As she liked to say, “What do you get a girl with everything? Cock . . . And plenty of it”.
Eddie’s summer so far has sucked big time. He had expected it to be the best in his life since it was the one between graduating high school and leaving for college. So Eddie thought it would turn out to be nothing but partying and pussy hunts. Instead his dad dropped the bomb on him that Eddie would be assisting him clean pools all summer. Eddie was pissed off about it but went along with it because his dad wouldn’t be asking for his help unless it was really needed.
So the next two months consisted of Eddie going to bed early and getting up at the butt-crack of dawn to drive around the nicest parts town to service the pools of the “rich and aimless”. Most of the home owners pretty much left him alone but there was the occasional asshole (Weren’t there always?!) who seemed to get some sort of sadistic pleasure from chastising Eddie’s work and making him do it over and over until they were satisfied.
The worst of the bunch had to be Annalisa Manning, who he had gone to high school with . . . Even though their status kept them worlds apart. She was always talking herself up about hanging out with all those other rich bitches like Paris Hilton and Kim Kardasian. Annalisa also had a rep just as slutty as theirs although she only gave it up to guys (and a few girls) who shared her family’s tax bracket. Even though she and Eddie had never exchanged so much of a glance in school, she was now tormenting him like he was her worst goddamn enemy. Every time he tried to do his job, she would come out and lay by the pool, dressed in a skimpy bikini that barely concealed her hot-as-fuck body. If she caught him staring she’d curse him out and then get on her cell, calling him a “pervert loser” to her friends.
By the middle of August, Eddie had had enough of her shit. She came out to start her usual bullshit, stared at the freshly-cleaned pool in disgust and said, “This pool is as fucking disgusting as you are.”
Eddie didn’t hesitate to retort with, “Maybe if you any douched your cunt once in awhile before going in then it wouldn’t be so bad.” Her face flushed red and her eyes caught fire, asking “What did you say?” Eddie remained bold with “What word didn’t you understand? Because I know you’ve been called a cunt enough to know what that means.” Even he was surprised by that one. And that is when Annalisa stormed right up to him . . . Eddie braced himself for a slap . . . Instead she flashed her dirtiest smile, saying “Then maybe you should use your hose to flush it out for me.”
Despite being stunned, Eddie took full advantage as she rubbed up against him. He removed her halter top, exposing her perfect tits, which he lovingly stroked and kneaded. An aroused Annalisa responded by hiking up her skirt and rubbing her bare, round ass into his swelling cock. But that was only the beginning as she dropped down to her knees . . .
(TO BE CONTINUED)
Maria had always acted like Halloween was a stupid holiday. It was just a day when kids would dress up in silly costumes just to go begging for crappy candy. Even growing up as little girl she would mock anybody who participated in such activities. But in actuality Maria kept to herself a very private secret about October 31st . . . It made her hornier than a bunny on Viagra. Once that clock struck 12:01 a.m. the night before she could barely keep her hands free of fingerbanging herself while imagining all the prospects of anonymous sex that awaited her in the next twenty-four period. Maria herself would never wear a costume but she would dress and make herself up until she was the hottest piece of ass around. Then she would spend the entire day walking around, picking out random guy with a cool costume and then fuck them silly at some semi-private location before searching out her next “incognito cock”.
And this year seemed like it would be the best one yet as Maria had barely made it a block down before spotting the guy in the Frankenstein costume returning to his house after getting the mail. She stepped right through the open door without knocking. Before he could voice any sort of objection Marie whipped out his cock and sucked him off right then and there. Maria then lead him into his backyard and then within seconds had him pumping her drenched pussy on the lawn.
A short time later Maria was back on the prowl, looking to give away more of her goodies . . . Especially since it was just as much of a treat to her.
We guys think we’re pretty fucking clever. We insist on having our “guys’ night out” which we know will pretty consist of getting drunk, hitting a strip joint, spending all our money on lap dances and then try to negotiate for some stripper pussy with a credit card (that has an insane 25% interest rate). We then sneak into the bedroom late reeking of booze, cigarettes and knockoff perfume. As we slip into bed beside our sleeping wife/girlfriend we’re pretty proud of ourselves for once again getting away with shit like this.
However, what we don’t know . . . Until now at least . . . is what all our girlfriends are up to all that time. We imagine when they get together its to sip wine, watch THE NOTEBOOK (again!) and discuss what awesome boyfriends we are. In actuality, as you will see from the clip above, these young ladies slip out of their clothes, play with their latest “toys” (and strap-ons) and proceed to fuck each other with the ruthlessness of prison inmates.
So the next time you’re having one of those “guys’ night out” keep in mind what’s going at that “girls’ night in” . . . And the many different things going IN to your GIRL.
The Europeans are fucking sex crazy, no “ifs”, “ands” or “buts” about it. A little history lesson here — When we located here as pilgrims to get away from England we were “Puritans” (as in pretty much never fucking until getting the okay from God). So with our short-sighted, holier-than-thou we left behind all the chicks who were down for some pre-marital dick action.
After checking out the clip above I feel it may be time to return to the motherland very, VERY soon.
In it we get to pay a little visit inside a Hungary nightclub’s bathroom where a (pretty much unseen) D.J. is boning a hot-as-fuck Euroslut clubgoer in the upright doggie position. He’s pounding away at her so goddamn hard that her “tramp stamp” tattoo practically flies off . . . And this little whore is loving the rhythm of his cock so much that she is pleased as punch to gulp down his balls-juice. All the while this cool ass mutherfucker “represents” Budapest-style.
Kirsty, Joey and Aggie had all been best friends since high school. They spent more time with each other any of their families growing up. Even though each had gone their own way for college they all kept in contact and visited each other for holidays and whenever it was possible. However once they’d graduated the trio once again united, now deciding to take it a step further and rent a house together. Kirsty took alot of shit for this with people always making nasty jokes and comments about her being the meat in a Joey and Aggie sandwich. Sure Kirsty had occasionally slept with both boys because she was equally in love with both of them but NEVER at the same time. That was just something that had never crossed her mind . . .
Until that one fateful day when both Joey and Aggie came to her, wearing the same serious expression. She knew this wasn’t going to be something good. And it wasn’t. Both men revealed how they had both become madly in love with her over the years . . . And they wanted her to make a final decision right then and now. Kirsty was saddened but not surprised. She knew this day would eventually come and had planned accordingly . . . So she immediately stripped off her clothes before her confused male friends. Before either could ask a question, Kirsty positioned herself between them.
She passionately kissed Joey . . . Then she did the same to Aggie . . . Back and forth until she felt both of their cocks practically tearing through their pants. Now they wouldn’t ask any questions.
The entire rest of the night Joey and Aggie switched off, fucking Kirsty as each had fantasized over the years . . . Just not like this. As all three neared exhaustion, she mounted Aggie’s cock and then spread her cheeks, welcoming Joey’s up her tight asshole. Kirsty then experienced equal amounts of pleasure and pain while both pounded away at her with everything they had. It was the least Kirsty could do as their going away present since she planned on leaving while both men slept the night off. She would miss them both dearly but Kirsty knew this how it had to be.
Josh has adored Sara Stone ever since she came onto the porn scene. What was there not to adore? An angelic face. Blonde, cascading hair. Smooth, porcelain skin. A full, round ass. But more than anything she had THOSE TITS. Those magnificent and massive 36DD sweater kittens! And best of all THEY WERE REAL! No store bought here! These funbags were home-grown!
So when he heard that she would be making a signing appearance at a video store in the Valley, Josh cleared his schedule (Work, eating, morning jerk-off session) and rushed on over. Unfortunately for him Sara Stone had ALOT of fans, enough to go all the day down the block. Josh got at the end of the long-ass line but it proved a futile effort. He had arrived a little too late when the cut off point for signings ended on the douchebag in front of him . . . FUCK! A deflated Josh was offered the chance to enter some contest where he’d win Sara Stone’s bra or some shit like that. He filled out the entry slip without looking at it, went home and did his afternoon jerk-off session to — What else? — A Sara Stone porn.
Two weeks later, Josh was shocked, actually downright fucking flabbergasted, when he opened his front door and saw Sara Stone, herself, was the one knocking. She flashed him a warm smile and told Josh he’d won the contest, which he’d already forgot about. He gained enough courage to ask what he won. Sara smiled again and said ”What else? A titty fuck from yours truly!”
As Josh slipped his cock between those two glorious mounds of flesh, he imagined this was what it was like to fuck a cloud. He nearly came several times but held back as Sara performed some amazing titty magic on his cock . . . Especially after she promised that if he was a good boy and didn’t cum to soon she’d generously give him a piece of the pussy too.
When Josh slipped his meat into a bent-forward Sara’s throbbing hot box, he was overwhelmed with instant euphoria. He was beyond cumming and on his way to a goddamn religious experience. If pounding Sara’s tits had felt like a cloud, pumping her cunt make him feel like he was fucking an angel.