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.

Don't really know her name except that she is fit. Fit runs the aerobics class under the expressway bridge at dusk. Every day slim hipped Super fit Fit leads the crowd on stage in front of two hundred fat and middle aged women. The rave music blares out at two million decibels from an enormous PA stack behind her. She bobs, rotates and gyrates, and sweats. She wears sweaty lycra shorts and a small top. She has got this stupid microphone strapped to her head, and is continually counting to eight. She is perfect. Every single one of the two hundred fat women is useless, cannot keep up, get every step wrong and lose count. But they come back religiously, in the hope that they can get a figure like Fit. So after the hour long session, she climbs down from the platform, with me glaring up at the sweaty crotch of her black lycra, and I say to her, 'Come back with me for a fuck, you can sweat on my sofa.' Fit just told me to fuck off and that she is not a cheap whore. 'Alright, I will give you some money then.' Watch the video.