Boutique Physique Fetish 1
An exotically beautiful Asian Amazon with a compact gymnast's body and steel hard frame, a towering Ebony Goddess with long, lean, powerful muscles flowing all over her statuesque physique, and none other than an increasingly iconic buxom blond bombshell with the unreal beauty to match her unrivaled muscle packed body. Each of them dressed in barely-there string bikinis, which showed off virtually every inch of their super fit frames to those around watching and cheering them on, doing so at a fever pitch as they came to the end of their first initiation task, bringing them one step forward to officially joining this very select Sorority House. Their hard, fit, tight and muscle packed bodies popping, bursting and breaking apart a series of extremely durable foods items, doing so in a race against the clock, to see if they could accomplish their task in their previously discussed time limit. A task that consisted of each of these buff beauties destroying an assortment of watermelons, rock melons, apples, and other hard-skinned produce; doing so with their rock-hard bodies, in very specific ways. The crushing of apples in such muscular girl's flexing arms seemed all too common these days, which is why these girls here had to do so within their thick, pulsating pecs. Shoving the biggest, firmest, hardest looking apples their future Sisters could find into their beefy breasts, and with suddenly savage squeezes crushing them all to pieces, sending rivers of sweet tasting apple juice flowing down their rippling cleavage and into washboard abs. |
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Asian
Amazon
gymnast
body
steel hard frame
Ebony Goddess
powerful muscles
statuesque physique
iconic
buxom blond bombshell
string bikinis
super fit frames
Sorority House
muscle packed bodies
durable foods items
time limit
watermelons
rock melons
apples
hard-skinned produce
muscular girl's flexing arms
pecs
beefy breasts
savage squeezes
apple juice
rippling cleavage
washboard abs
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Price: 6.00 |
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Windmills 2
Following that first day, when Steph showed me her new, gym toned body, and demonstrated her superior physical power, things began to change in our marriage. It wasn't just the dynamic of our sex lives either, the whole nature of our relationship changed. I don't think it was the fact she could (and did) now take full control in bed it was the fact I loved it. This was something quite different and fed into the dynamics of life together outside the bedroom. |
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following
first day
Steph
new
gym toned body
demonstrated
superior physical power
change
marriage
dynamic
sex lives
whole nature
relationship
fact
could
did
now
take full control
bed
loved
something
quite different
fed into
dynamics
life together
outside
bedroom.
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Price: 8.00 |
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The Lipstick Detective
'Greece!' Billie wasn not punching the heavy bag at the Gargoyle Gym, she was pummeling it. Punishing it, actually. speed boxing. She flurried her fists against the heavy bag, delivering a powerful jolt with each strike. She threw hooks, crosses, jabs, and uppercuts, all with precise accuracy and tremendous strength. The bag bounced wildly on its chain, hanging tough against the onslaught of punches. She grinned at Andy, then sneered at the bag like it was an enemy. Billie finished her workout with a blistering Left, Left, Right blitzkrieg that knocked it off the hanger, slamming into the nearby wall. 'Okay, all done!' The manager groaned. 'Really, Billie? Again?' After a quick shower she changed into her work clothes. She examined what she saw in the mirror: A solid 200 pounds of toned muscle packed onto a 5 foot 7 inch frame with a ghost of baby fat here and there. Pretty, pert breasts supported by a pectoral wall. Six abs the size of her fists proudly making their presence known below her peaches and cream skin. She slipped on a sleeveless shirt and flexed her right arm, a rock hard hill of muscle forming beside her big shoulder. 'Flabby bitch!' she laughed. |
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Greece
Billie
heavy bag
Gargoyle Gym
speed boxing
hooks
crosses
jabs
uppercuts
accuracy
strength
Andy
enemy
Left
Right
blitzkrieg
manager
shower
work clothes
mirror
muscle
toned
frame
baby fat
breasts
pectoral wall
abs
skin
sleeveless shirt
flexed
rock hard
muscle
flabby
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Price: 8.00 |
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Mucle Mama Pupetta
I'm six feet seven, high heels take me up to seven feet. Yes, there are advantages in being tall, but there's also drawbacks. It's nice to be able to see over the heads in a crowd, but it's not so nice banging my head on projections that assume that no-one is more than six feet. This is both a blessing and a curse. It's a blessing because people stop and stare at me, it's a curse because that causes pedestrian traffic jams. It's a blessing that I don't need a bra, they support themselves rather well, but that leaves me with quite a lot of wobble. Think jelly on a plate. Yes, I can run, they're firm enough for that, but skipping rope? No way. It's a blessing because I can cause very strong erections just by standing still; it's a curse because my breasts are a major cause of premature ejaculations, and those ejaculations are usually in such volume that the ejaculator is incapable for further sexual activity for hours. And that, of course, is very frustrating for me. And it's a curse because people used to ask me: Are those real? Which is why I started wearing little or nothing above the waist, because then no-one asked me silly questions about my tits. |
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tall
advantages
drawbacks
crowd
projections
blessing
curse
pedestrian traffic jams
bra
wobble
firm
erections
breasts
premature ejaculations
frustrating
real
questions
tits.
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Price: 8.00 |
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Rough sex at the gym part 2
A fitness girl throws caution to the winds and makes a chalenge. Her feeble punches did nothing. Then the beating began. Punches to her face, a full nelson that almost killed her, and then her head was pounded into the ground. This was brutality expressed in anger, with a side order of brain damage. |
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fitness girl
caution
winds
challenge
feeble punches
beating
face
full nelson
killed
head
pounded
ground
brutality
anger
side order
brain damage
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Price: 8.00 |
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The Black Burqa illustrated, part seven
The Black Burqas have attracted the notice of the patriarchy. I know this because they sent a man dressed in a black burqa with the intention of signing up. So they found a short guy, got him to talk in a squeaky voice and to walk without stamping his feet. He lasted about five minutes. He wasn't even able to lift 100 kilograms, so we ripped off his burqa and checked his genitals. Busted! Some of the sisters were all for punishing him severely and sending him on his way, a few wanted to kill him, but Sfiyah came up with a very clever idea. "We can keep him, and use him to feed misleading information back to his bosses." "Never," he said, "I won't betray my brothers." "Then you're no use to us," said Sfiyah, "give him to Basma, she'll play with him for a while and then kill him." Basma lifted her face veil, showed her teeth in a chilling grin, and licked her lips. Then she pulled out her tiny, but very sharp, knife. "What do you want me to do?" asked the terrified man. "Give him to me," I said, "I'll look after him, and if he resists, Basma, you can have him." Basma really hates men, and enjoys hurting them; long term. He'd probably lose his sanity after a few weeks. But I'd take care of him, and he'd be great as a double agent. So I took him home. Raafid wanted to know who she was, and why she was in his home? "Your home?" I asked. "Your home," he amended. "And mind your own business, this is Black Burqa business." Raafid shut up. He knew his place, and definitely didn't want a couple of Black Burqas on his case. And for obvious reasons, he thought that the person in this particular black burqa was a woman. "What's your name," I asked my fearful captive. "Abdullah," he replied. "So now you're also my slave," I told him. "And you will continue to wear your burqa and pose as a woman." Abdullah swallowed and nodded. I interrogated him about his mission, and how he was to report back to his superiors. As we talked, I held his hand, squeezing very gently by with the implied threat that I could crush it like a toothpaste tube. And I reminded him about Basma, and her tiny, but very sharp, knife. So he told me everything, and he was too terror-stricken to make up any lies. |
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Black Burqas
patriarchy
man
dressed
intention
signing up
short guy
squeaky voice
walk
stamping
lift
100 kilograms
ripped off
burqa
checked
genitals
sisters
punishing
severely
kill
Sfiyah
clever idea
misleading information
bosses
betray
brothers
use
Basma
play
kill
face veil
teeth
chilling grin
licked
lips
tiny
sharp
knife
terrified
man
resist
hates
hurting
long term
sanity
weeks
double agent
home
Raafid
business
person
woman
name
slave
wear
pose
interrogated
mission
report
superiors
talked
hand
squeezing
gently
implied threat
crush
toothpaste tube
reminded
terror-stricken
lies.
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Price: 8.00 |
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The Black Burqa illustrated, part six
"Those high powered rifles can go straight through even Kevlar" he told me. "Yes," I agreed. Actually, I was surprised that no-one had guessed that we'd kitted out our women with steel plate armour - armour much heavier than an ordinary man could carry. And that steel armour, weighing about a hundred pounds would deflect an AR-15 round. We knew this, because we'd tested it. "But what if the shooter had gone for a head shot?" That was certainly a possibility, but gun training was to aim for the centre mass, because a head is a much smaller target. "If he'd gone for a head shot, it would certainly have been "Goodnight Gracie", but we sent in three Black Burqas, and even if one was killed, it would be a good trade for the lives of the thirty off springs that he was holding hostage." "That's incredibly brave," said the interviewer. "We're women," I replied. "And we're mothers. off springs are the purpose of our existence. You'd need to be a mother yourself to understand, but here's a simple way to put it. The female of the species is more deadly than the male." I continued. "Men talk. Men negotiate. Men compromise, and while that is appropriate for many purposes, when it comes to off springs, there is no doubt, no hesitation and no compromise. Our Black Burqas had one and only one purpose. If the police had tried to stop them, they would have been swept aside. If one had been shot then the other two would have continued to rescue those off springs." "The shooter was in a real mess when the police went in, wasn't that excessive?" he asked. I repeated, "There is no compromise. No negotiation. Anyone who threatens our off springs, gets the immediate white-hot fury of the female of the species. In this case, what happened exactly was, a punch to the belly to incapacitate him and double him up, a knee lifted to meet the face coming down and break the nose and teeth, and a double-fist rabbit punch to knock him out and lay him flat on the ground. And when a Black Burqa delivers that triple whammy, the recipient is knocked cold for the next several hours. And if it's delivered too hard and the guy dies, then we're not going to weep for him, he threatened our off springs with death." "And if in the course of taking down an active shooter with a gun, he gets injured, then I'm not going to apologize to him. Even if he loses a few fingers when the gun is seized and is unable to fire a gun in future, then that's just a consequence of his decision to pick up a gun and kill our off springs." |
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rifles
Kevlar
steel plate armour
AR-15
head shot
Black Burqas
hostage
mothers
deadly
police
excessive
punch
knee
rabbit punch
active shooter
gun
fingers
kill
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Price: 8.00 |
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Amy's Conquest 3 redux
Amy's Conquest 3 Redux Amy dons her classic schoolgirl uniform and wrestles guys as a summer job. Later backstage, the sexy teenage Amazon ravishes a man in the shower and 2 in the locker room. |
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Amy's Conquest 3 Redux
schoolgirl uniform
wrestles guys
summer job
backstage
sexy teenage Amazon
ravishes
man
shower
locker room.
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Price: 8.00 |
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Babette the boxer
Babette is a very pretty and very tall girl. At six feet seven inches, she towers above most men. But what she has in inches, she lacks in brainpower. When she leave college, she gets a couple of low-paid jobs, until she accidentally find that she has a talent for boxing, because she has small, hard fists and a very long reach. Babette can smack a man in the head long before he can reach any part of her. She meets Marty, who acts as her manager, and supervises her training, including building up her muscles. The story culminates with a boxing match against Victor, who gets totaly destroyed in a very short time. |
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Babette
pretty
tall girl
six feet seven inches
towers
men
inches
brainpower
college
low-paid jobs
accidentally
talent
boxing
small
hard fists
long reach
smack
head
manager
supervises
training
building up
muscles
story
culminates
boxing match
Victor
destroyed
short time.
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Price: 8.00 |
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Amy's Conquest Side Story 1, redux
Oceanside Beach was a prime destination for College Coeds and college students looking for sand and surf (and sometimes love) in the summer - and it was the perfect road trip for 18-year-old super muscular College Coeds Amy and Jessica. The sun beat down on the hot parking lot, baking the asphalt and the cars slowly pulling in. As Jessica's candy apple red convertible drove into an open parking space, one would be remiss not to miss the mountains of teenage muscle (in the tiniest bikinis imaginable) settled into both the driver and passenger seats - or the giggling of these two teenagers. Indeed, the two gorgeous, 6-foot-tall Amazons nearly caused multiple accidents on the trip. "Did you see that one truck driver? He almost veered off the road when he saw my chest!" Amy giggled in her high-pitched voice as she got out of the car. "Well, can you blame him?" said Jessica. "Look at your top!" Jessica's eyes looked down from her best friend's gorgeous face and blond pigtails to her baby blue, way too small string bikini. The top was stretched so tight across Amy's massive chest that the string threatened to break at any moment. |
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Oceanside Beach
College Coed
young college students
sand
surf
love
road trip
18-year-old
super muscular
Community College
Amy
Jessica
sun
hot parking lot
asphalt
cars
candy apple red convertible
mountains of teenage muscle
tiniest bikinis
driver
passenger seats
giggling
gorgeous
6-foot-tall
Amazons
multiple accidents
truck driver
chest
high-pitched voice
car
top
best friend
blond pigtails
baby blue
string bikini
massive chest
string
break.
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Price: 8.00 |
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