Renewing the insurance on my car and the girl won't give me a discount. I have not claimed on it for years, and my no claims should keep going down. The car is not worth much, it is an old banger. So why should I pay too much to get it insured? Give us a fucking discount girl! No she just sits there behind the desk, straight faced and stern. You need a fucking shag don't you? Bet you have not had it for weeks. She just sat there in her crisp white blouse, looking prim and proper, and said, 'No.' Oh come off it, give us a fucking discount, and stop being a fucking tit. Her head tilted to one side, and she glared at me with her diamond eyes, 'No.' So I moved up to the counter to meet her gaze. I looked at her face and her firm figure beneath her tight white shirt. And then I peaked down on her side of the counter, to see if she was wearing a skirt or pants, and to see if she had a fat ass. Well she did not have a fat ass, her hips were quite slim. And she was not wearing a skirt or pants. All she was wearing under the desk was stockings. Well, stockings and pantyhose. And she had this big black leather belt low down on her waist. What a strange fucking girl. So I looked at her face again. If you won't give me a discount then, what about fucking you up the ass? She glared at me even harder with her heavily made up eyes, but she did not say, 'No.' I paid the insurance and picked her up at five when she got off work. See insurance girl Botty Banger on video, taking it deep up the shitter, the stuck up little tit takes it easily stuck up her lightly effervescent and saliva lubricated rectal passage.

So I did not hear from Sharon for a month after she knocked at my door. Did not see her in the hallway any morning, and thought that she has given up college. Never saw her in her neat ironed white blouse. One month nothing. Then there was another knock at my door one afternoon, very quiet, I was almost not sure I had heard anything. I opened the door, and there was Sharon, standing back from the doorway, modestly dressed as ever, except for the pair of grey leopard skin high heeled shoes she was balancing on. She held the mobile phone that I had bought her limply but obviously in her right hand. 'How do you like your phone,' I asked and smirked at her. She half smiled and replied, 'I have not got money for the phone bill.' I knew what she wanted, even if she was not bold enough to ask. 'So you want me to pay it,' I said, 'I bet your asshole smells good, and I am sure it would look good with my cock up it.' I know how to speak to a respectable well brought up girl. 'I can pay your bill, but you have got to do another video with me and take it up your bum.' Sharon did not say anything, she just glared at me with her sweet almond eyes. She stayed where she was, just out of reach in the hallway outside my door. 'Up your bum girl, you have to take it up deep your ass,' I told her. 'Oh,' she said, 'you want to make love to me anal?' How prim and fucking proper even when she speaks, 'Okay I will let you make love anal but you do not have to make a video.' 'What,' I said back to her, 'what is all this love bollocks, and of course I want to make a video. What do you want, love, or do you want me to pay your fucking phone bill?' She looked at the floor, took half a step closer to me, peered up and said quietly, 'phone bill please.' Dial the video and get my hallway neighbor slutified and asshole sod botty fucked.

Pinky is a zombie. She died three years ago, but because her boyfriend loved her so much, he was able to keep her alive, merely with the power of love. Being a zombie is simple enough, but living with one is problematic. At times Pinky has a habit of eating people, especially her relatives. She recently ate her mother, after complaining about a trail of guts in the kitchen. Then she ate the postman, and the mail has not been delivered since. The affluent neighbors in the big house opposite, well she ate their daughter, because she was noisy. So Pinky got expelled from the village, and was sent to work in a gogo bar. This is where I found her, eating a large Arab man's brains in the toilet. She had already consumed his penis. His face did not look too good, what was left of it. I felt sorry for Pinky. While I was making this video, she seemed a very pleasant zombie, so long as she was not hungry. So I made a suggestion that the next time there is a news story about boat people, she should fly out, or swim to wherever the boat is, and eat as many as she likes. No one would give a shit. That is the power of love.

Hair is a natural submissive with a dubious past, having been trained in cultural arts in China and Japan. This included free diving for poisonous fugu fish, and sowing geisha girl outfits while blindfold. Being proud, she refused the sexual advances of her teachers. So her diving instructor sold her to a brothel. She serviced many men daily, before being released to a Japanese general, who paid for her to be his house slave. This is where Hair was trained in the cultural art of sperm slurping, an ancient discipline in which the girl has to play with ejaculate using her tongue for hours on end. When the general got bored of his muse, he let his friends play with her. Finally, he threw her out in the garbage can. The garbage crew found her and knew what to do. They recycle everything. Hair was chained to the recycle truck so the crew could fuck her whenever they wished. Actually, Hair did not mind getting fucked regularly by a crew of roughnecks, but the smell from the truck was overpowering. Some months later and back in her own country, Hair happily fucks any guy with a hotel room that does not smell, and she quite happily sucks penis, except the taste of semen brings back bad memories and makes her sick. Often she brings along her best friend Smooth for a double headed blow job. Get cultured, watch the video.

Now we have got a new pope. The old one had to go. God didn't appreciate his attention to fallen misdirected females. He secretly liked to shag gogo girls. The whole sordid story came to life when Bing was approached by an old guy in her bar. He wanted a girl for bondage and oral sex. When they got back to his hotel room, the old stranger insisted on blessing the girl with a treat of holey water. That is holey ejaculated water. Then he dressed up in this pontiff gown and started shagging away. According to Bing, he was bloody good at it. Anyway, at this point, a crew of North Korean commandos broke into the hotel room and captured everyone. Apparently they were upset that someone had been fucking the young leader's new girlfriend. That is nothing to do with this story though. The old guy was dragged away to a cheap short time room for questioning, where they realized he was merely an old bald guy with a big dick. The whole thing has been covered up. The North Koreans are now angry at America flying its not so stealthy stealth bombers over their dear young leader's home. So nuclear war is the only option. The new pope is a very nice man. Everyone is happy. Bing shags for money, and shags well. Watch the video.

I met Sharon when I moved into my apartment. She lived down the hallway with her mother and so called uncle. She was quiet and polite. Every morning when she left to go to college I would sneak a look at her in her modest college outfit, long skirt and crisp ironed blouse. I could tell she had a good figure. She would bow and say goodbye to her mother and not dare cast an eye at me. One morning she was sat on the hallway floor outside her door looking quite forlorn. I asked what was wrong. At first she did not answer, or even look at me. Then she looked up and said that her mother was ill and she needed money for the hospital. So I took my chance, and offered to pay the hospital bill in return for her making a movie with me. She immediately said no and gave me a filthy look like I was some dirty immoral fucker. Well that did not bother me, but I did not get another word out of her. Some two weeks later, there was a knock at my door, and standing in the hallway was the sexiest little tot I have ever seen, with pink pants and a little white vest. I asked her what had happened and she said that uncle had let her come. She said that her mother was all right now, but Sharon herself could do with a new mobile phone. See how morals fly out the window and watch the video.

Pink Dragon was all set to follow in the family line and run the construction management consultancy. At great expense her parents had enrolled her in a university to study for her masters in business administration. That was at one of those universities where cash gets you in and guarantees a diploma, irrespective of grades. Not that Pink Dragon was stupid, just a bit lazy. She was still the apple of her parents' eyes and probably (no shit) a virgin. On her first day at college, she failed to return home. Two days later she rolled in, with her black and white university outfit a bit disheveled. Her dad was angry and her mum was overwhelmed with concern. So she confided with her mum and asked her where could she get the morning after pill. That did it. Now her ugly cousin is running the construction company instead. Pink Dragon dropped out of college but still helps out at the consultancy when she can be bothered, but she seems to stay out more nights than she is at home. She had to drop out, as the black ink would have been visible through her white university blouse. Her parents are disgraced, but do not know the worst of it. They don't know about the huge tattoo all over her back, and more than that, the don't know (yet) that she has made a porn movie with me.

Fuck medical ethics, it did not take long for the genetic engineers to figure out what to do. Tracy is not their first attempt, some of the others turned into green slime in the test tube, but she is the first that all the scientists at the research institute wanted to fuck. Although some of them did have a good time with the green slime. After a few experimental gene mutations, they came up with ever smiling Tracy, the beautiful girl with near zero IQ, who is open and willing to do anything. The corporate sponsors came to see. And fucker Tracy. They ordered more specimens, more clones. Now the institute gets plenty of funding. And all the poor sods in hospital waiting for stem cell technology to cure them get nothing. It is all down to sex. Tracy, genetically engineered to be happy to do everything, on video.

Muy heads the regional coronavirus coordination center. A pretty good job, it entails no skill or knowledge, she just delegates all the work out to NGOs, people who supposedly know what they are doing, and are qualified. Muy is qualified, she has got an MA is biochemical engineering. At least she has got the certificate. She never attended university, she merely had sex with the right professors. The now disgraced professor of chemistry introduced her to the minister in charge of communicative diseases at one of his clandestine parties. That is how she got the job at the coordination center. All she has to do to keep the job, is be ready for sex on demand, and give back half of her wages. I hate to imagine what will happen if one of these new flu viruses starts spreading. All I know is that Muy will spread her legs. Watch the video.