Windmills 2.2
'Kiss my calves.' I did so. Worshiping the hard muscles and running my hands along her smooth, waxed shins. We repeated the process for her hamstrings and her quads. I could not get enough of her powerful legs. The large muscles and the perfect, smooth skin being the absolute quintessence of female power and my wife total superiority to me. 'Yes, we have definitely found your talent now...' She grabbed my hair and gently led me, crawling, over to the sofa, where she sat down, hiking her short skirt up as she did and pulling my face in-between her thighs. She let me get very close to her panties, before crushing my head, brining my advance to an abrupt stop. 'You want it do not you Smith. You want to lick and kiss my sweet sex. Oh God I bet you would give absolutely anything right now for me to let you kiss me there. Tell me.' 'Yes Miss Jones. I would give anything to lick and kiss your sweet pussy' 'Then beg for it.' |
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kiss
calves
worshiping
hard muscles
smooth
waxed
shins
hamstrings
quads
powerful legs
muscles
smooth skin
female power
wife
superiority
talent
hair
crawling
sofa
short skirt
face
thighs
panties
head
lick
sweet sex
beg.
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Happy Hormones Crip Walking 1
Amy stepped out of the doorway, her massive, half-naked, golden tan body rippling with muscles. She was dressed in her favorite 'little schoolgirl' uniform, an outfit that left little to the imagination. Small black schoolgirl shoes adorned her feet, as white socks wrapped their way up her huge calves (barely able to cover their diamond hard shape). A way too-tight schoolgirl blouse was tied just below her chest, almost unable to contain her breasts. Her visible washboard abs, rippling with muscle, flexed as she softly breathed in and out. Around her waist was a tiny skirt that barely covered her massive tree trunk thighs. Teddy bear panties were visible underneath the skirt, starting to get slightly damp with arousal. Her face was made up to look young: rosy cheeks and a brilliant white smile. Her always-present pigtails hung from either side of her head, and bounced as she strode over to the man behind the desk. |
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Amy
stepped out
doorway
massive
half-naked
golden tan body
rippling
muscles
dressed
favorite
little schoolgirl uniform
outfit
imagination
small black schoolgirl shoes
adorned
feet
white socks
wrapped
huge calves
diamond hard shape
way too-tight schoolgirl blouse
tied
below
chest
unable
contain
breasts
visible
washboard abs
flexed
softly breathed
waist
tiny skirt
barely covered
massive tree trunk thighs
teddy bear panties
visible
underneath
skirt
slightly damp
arousal
face
made up
look young
rosy cheeks
brilliant white smile
always-present pigtails
hung
either side
head
bounced
strode
man
behind
desk
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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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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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The Black Burqa illustrated, part three
I was just burning some toast to go with the soggy beans for Raafid's supper, when Sfiyah turned up, and she had someone with her. Who? I don't know, she was dressed head to toe in a black burqa. "Hey," Sfiyah said. "Hey hey," I replied, "what's the timing for toast again?" She looked at what was pretty much charcoal. "About ten minutes ago," she answered, "this is Asma. She wants to be a Black Burqa." I blinked. A what? Apparently, my appearance at the masjid had led to some confusion, mostly because Sfiyah also wore a black burqa when she went there to douse the lights. So people already thought there were two of us, and if two, why not three? The great thing about a burqa, is that no-one could actually see me. It was like a disguise, only better. So no-one, except me and Sfiyah, knew the secret identity of the Black Burqa. I suppose Raafid might have guessed, but he was too intimidated by me to tell anyone. It must be terrible to live with someone who, at any time, might inflict painful violence on you. I know this, because that's how I had lived for years and years. "Who was that mysterious woman?" people were asking each other, and the guesses were all over the place. Every woman around here was wearing a niqab with a face veil; a burqa was only a small step further. Who was that masked woman? Asma spoke. "I've been through eight years of beatings. And each time he didn't kill me, he made me stronger. And now I want to be like you, a Black Burqa. I want to help all the women who are being trodden on and treated unjustly. We women are supposed to be treated like queens; too many of us get treated like serfs." |
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burning
toast
soggy beans
Raafid's supper
Sfiyah
someone
dressed
black burqa
timing
charcoal
Asma
appearance
masjid
confusion
two
three
burqa
disguise
secret identity
Black Burqa
Raafid
intimidated
painful violence
mysterious woman
guesses
niqab
face veil
masked woman
Asma
beatings
stronger
help
women
trodden on
treated unjustly
queens
serfs.
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Fitness Trainer and Femdom
Her abruptness was a blessing. It saved me from the embarrassment of stammering before the most beautiful, tall, muscular, and intimidating, a woman I had ever met. The cut-off tee shirt she wore would normally not have covered the breasts of the average woman, but hers were so firm they stood out straight, almost hitting me as she turned. The long expanse of bare midriff was tanned and rippling with muscle. But the topper was her face. Her chiseled features surrounded a pair of piercing blue eyes whose look had turned me to jelly. |
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abruptness
blessing
saved
embarrassment
stammering
beautiful
tall
muscular
intimidating
woman
met
cut-off tee shirt
covered
breasts
average
firm
stood out
straight
hitting
turned
long expanse
bare midriff
tanned
rippling
muscle
topper
face
chiseled features
surrounded
pair
piercing blue eyes
look
jelly
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Amy's Conquest part 2 Redux 2
The scene starts out with the two gorgeous young musclegirls giggling up a storm, both filled with unreal excitement as they get themselves ready for their first female muscle video clip. Something neither of them have ever officially tried before, yet something they would wind up doing with such ease and unreal skill (not to mention plenty of sexy, young, female muscle) that anyone watching would have thought they had been practicing this online art for many years now. Bouncing up and down on a nearby bed (which was barely large enough to support these two massively muscle packed young women, Amy and Jessica were dressed in very short, tight and revealing lingerie, as they playfully smacked one another with large pillows taken from the front of this very bed. A true "Amazon Girl Sleepover" fantasy come true, and this was only the first 15 seconds. "Hi all, we're back, did you miss us?" Amy spoke out in a girlish tone, lowering her soft pillow down to her side, as she jumped off this barely still intact bed, with her fellow musclegirl following suit. "Well, we sure missed you" Jessica giggled out, continuing their act of little girls, which wasn't too far of a stretch, since they themselves were only 18 years old. Though you wouldn't know that from their voluptuous physiques, which displayed a level of athletic shape, size and hardness that one would think could only belong to someone several years their senior. Yet as much as their bodies gave them the appearance of womanly age and maturity, their incredibly gorgeous and youthful faces made them look almost too young to be "enjoying" such videos and photos. As for their maturity, well girls will be girls, which goes double for those with rock solid, steel hard physiques, who were more than able to take virtually anything that they wanted\u2026\u2026or in this case, ANYONE that they wanted. "We hope you liked our pictures, we worked really hard on them for you all, almost as hard as our Big, Sexy bodies, I'd say" she continued to chirp out in her little girl's voice. " |
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scene
musclegirls
giggling
storm
excitement
female muscle
video clip
unreal skill
sexy
young
female muscle
practicing
online art
bouncing
bed
massively muscle packed
Amy
Jessica
short
tight
revealing lingerie
playfully smacked
large pillows
Amazon Girl Sleepover
fantasy
first 15 seconds
Hi all
back
missed
girlish tone
soft pillow
intact bed
fellow musclegirl
18 years old
voluptuous physiques
athletic shape
size
hardness
womanly age
maturity
gorgeous
youthful faces
enjoying
videos
photos
maturity
girls will be girls
rock solid
steel hard physiques
virtually anything
anyone
liked
pictures
worked really hard
Big
Sexy bodies
chirp out
little girl's voice
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The plough girl part 2, illustrated
Mike measures Olga. 52 inch chest, so she explained that when she gets her sex life going again, everything will get bigger. She goes to a club and was refused entry, after a short altercation she steps over the bouncer into the club. Inside, some guy puts his hand up her skirt, so she brought her legs together, turned to face him, he didn't move quickly enough and his arm broke. The Olga finds a suitable dance partner; her idea of suitable means small and weak. She picked him up and took him to the dance floor, and held him close to her body as she fucked him then let him down to the floor; he was crying. When she got home, Mike was still awake, so she told him how she got mugged on the way home, and how she punished each of the would-be muggers. Then she took Mike to bed, her sixth sex of the evening. Next day, Olga tries to get a job. She was rejected as a waitress because of her size, she was rejected for heavy manual labour, because she's a girl, but she went back to the club and got a job there as a female bouncer. At the end of the evening, she stops a fight betwen two guys with a fist to the belly of each of them. She picked them up, one under each arm, and threw them out of the club. Superb artwork by Dracowhip. |
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Mike
measures
Olga
52 inch chest
sex life
bigger
club
refused entry
altercation
bouncer
hand
skirt
legs together
face
arm broke
suitable dance partner
small
weak
dance floor
fucked
let him down
crying
home
mugged
punished
would-be muggers
bed
sixth sex
next day
job
rejected
waitress
size
heavy manual labour
girl
female bouncer
end of the evening
fight
fist
belly
picked them up
threw them out
club
Superb artwork
Dracowhip
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Vicki's revenge
Bruce hasn't seen Vicki for 12 years, when she was 13. She's changed since then, changed a lot. She's now 25 years old, 6'4" tall, 225 muscular, solid pounds. Beautiful face, large breasts, Short wavy blond hair, piercing blue eyes. He asks her out on a date; two people who cause trouble in the restaurant, are waiting for them outside. Vicki disposes of them in less than a minute. The next day, Bruce watches Vicki in the gym. Then she challenges him to wrestle; reluctantly he accepts. Big mistake. She dominates him totally, with overhead lift-and-drop, bear hug and reverse head scissors. Finally, Vicki gets the revenge she's been anticipating for 12 years, as she puts him over her knees and spanks him. Tears of humiliation run down his face, but his cock is still hard, and Bruce loses control. |
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Bruce
Vicki
12 years
13
changed
25 years old
6'4" tall
225 muscular
solid pounds
beautiful face
large breasts
short wavy blond hair
piercing blue eyes
date
trouble
restaurant
waiting
Vicki disposes
less than a minute
next day
gym
challenges
wrestle
reluctantly
accepts
big mistake
dominates
overhead lift-and-drop
bear hug
reverse head scissors
revenge
anticipating
puts him over her knees
spanks
tears of humiliation
cock
loses control.
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GymDomme MuscleDomme
Her abruptness was a blessing. It saved me from the embarrassment of stammering before the most beautiful, tall, muscular, and intimidating, a woman I had ever met. The cut-off tee shirt she wore would normally not have covered the breasts of the average woman, but hers were so firm they stood out straight, almost hitting me as she turned. The long expanse of bare midriff was tanned and rippling with muscle. But the topper was her face. Her chiseled features surrounded a pair of piercing blue eyes whose look had turned me to jelly. |
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abruptness
blessing
saved
embarrassment
stammering
beautiful
tall
muscular
intimidating
woman
met
cut-off tee shirt
covered
breasts
average
firm
stood out
straight
hitting
turned
long expanse
bare midriff
tanned
rippling
muscle
topper
face
chiseled features
surrounded
pair
piercing blue eyes
look
jelly.
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