Author Archive for Malaya

I Take What I Want

By now, you know I do what I want and take what I want. I never take no for an answer and my control is total and without mercy. Even if you’re lucky enough to be someone I fuck, it’s still my way always.

So what the fuck am I in the mood for tonight?  

Well bitch, a little face smothering is in order tonight. I really don’t feel like going home with cum dripping out of my cunt. Yes, I fucked someone and no, it will never be you.

I know the old whore you live with is asleep on the couch in her granny clothes. How old is your wife anyway? Whatever, you’re stuck with her.

I climb in your window and you’re doing the usual which is looking at my pictures and blogs. Get a life loser. Jizz from some random big cock I fucked is dripping down my firm and pale thighs. You look alarmed but your dick is standing straight up. Why wouldn’t it be as you were looking at me.

I pull up my micro mini and sit on your face. Clean my twat, you bitch, and do it right this time. Did I give you permission to stroke while I smother your face?  After your face looks like a glazed donut and I am squeaky clean…ha, me squeaky clean.

I go on my way, leaving you to your own devices.

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Written By: Malaya Maxxx
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Deliciously Deviant

I’m a lot to handle and some men just aren’t up to the task. I’m like Absinthe. It takes a bit to get used to the taste but once you do, you’ll crave it, need it, and it will be all you think about. I’m of course, referring to me.

Let’s go somewhere you’ve never been, but secretly desired. How about the chick with a dick that lives above you? I definitely don’t have a dick, but my strap-on is huge and thick and trust me, when I’m fucking you, you’ll feel the power in my thrusts. Don’t worry, I’ll not forgot to leave you bound to my bed when I am done with you.

Maybe that isn’t what you crave. Maybe you’re feeling that nothing will scratch your itch but a little unsolicited violence. That’s definitely what gets me going. How old will our little victim be?

Confess your darkest desires and if it gets me wet, we will play.

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Written By: Malaya Maxxx
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Milking Session

You seem a bit confused and you’re wondering why your Gram took you to see me.  You love your Gram and would do anything she tells you to.  You see me and think how hot I look. Such sights for someone of your age. 

You find it odd that I’m not giving you a robe to put on. I just tell you to strip and hop on the table. If Gram wasn’t with you, you would be so scared. What is going to happen here?

I begin to run my long, shiny nails over your body. Grams is doing the same, as I’m teaching her just how to milk you. We slowly make our way down your body. Goodness, that’s definitely an acceptable penis. Grams and I laugh. 

We’re using our fingers and tongue to get you going. You gasp when I slide my tongue into your tight asshole. You can’t believe how good it feels. Grams is taking over while I get the vials ready to be filled. Grams is rimming you, while I put the vial right above my big, round tits and titty fuck you. 

Your young balls are tightening and you’re about to blow your load in the vial. I tell you to dress and I will see you tomorrow at the same time.

 

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Written By: Malaya Maxxx
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Under A Blood Moon

You can’t believe how sleepy you’re getting. It must have been from the big lunch you just had at the seedy little diner. You think that maybe you better find a motel and get some sleep. 

You turn around, and go back to the motel you saw by the diner.  Not your style, but sometimes slumming can be fun.

A pretty young blonde checks you in and hands you a room key. She smiles when you ask if there’s a bar nearby. She points to a little building, more like a shack and tells you that’s the best place to go for a drink and some fun.

A shower revived you, and you dress and check out the bar. It’s very quiet. A few men at the bar, a few more at tables. After a few drinks, you feel tired again. A tad wobbly as well. You see the pretty blonde from the motel, and then you pass out.

You come too and you’re naked and strapped to a bed. You smell something sweet, so sticky sweet.  You see me, and my girls. Tiny, skinny little things with flat chests wearing shiny corsets. They’re surrounding you. You feel their tiny fingers, and tiny bodies are all over you. 

                  You wake up the next morning refreshed and a bit confused by the mess in your room. Your body is sore and when you shower you notice little bite marks all around your cock and balls. 

Don’t leave, not just yet!

 

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Written By: Malaya Maxxx
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Sundresses and Bare Toes

Spring is finally here and that means short dresses, and bare toes. You can’t fucking wait! You spend as much time as you can outside in the park. You love to watch them swing, getting higher, and higher.  You watch hoping the little dresses blow up as they swing, giving you a peek. 

The pink polish sparkles in the sun. They’re so happy, just giggling, and playing. Was that a bit of yellow cotton panties you just saw?  Where are their parents you wonder? They’re terribly young to be alone. 

You take out your little picnic. It looks more like food for a child, rather than a grown man.  One looks up, you smile at her. You motion to the food and ask if she wants a taste or two.  She’s happily eating your snacks. It isn’t your fault that a sleeping pill accidently fell in the vanilla pudding. 

She is falling asleep. It’s just you and her. You take her to your car. No one is looking, you drive off. 

 

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Written By: Malaya Maxxx
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Piss Off

 

      All long day of working out in the sun makes a person rather fucking thirsty. Every day you come into the little café I own and stare at me. You ask for a tall glass of iced tea with mint and lemon. You stir it until the ice melts, while you fucking stare. You smile, walk past me and head for the bathroom. The other patrons begin to complain as they wonder what is taking you so long in there.

              I begin to notice something odd, even for you. The bathroom seems spotless once you use it. Are you trying to get a job as a janitor? You’re one strange fucker.  

Next day, same situation. We are out of iced tea, but I fucking wonder? I don’t even try to hide what I am about to do. I smile at him, take a tall amber colored tea glass, and head for the bathroom. I hold it under my pussy and piss until it’s almost full.

Clumsy woman, I got a bit of piss on my panties. I wring them out into the glass and head back to the man. I hand him the glass and wink.

Drink my tangy, warm piss. 

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Written By: Malaya Maxxx
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Useless Sissy Bitch

Are you sniffing around me, yet again? You are so fucking needy that I can smell it. Sort of like a toxic mix of desperation and adoration. I have decided once and for all you will play my way, or be the fuck gone.

Stand nude in front of my mirror. Would you fuck that if you were a girl? Come fucking on, you have nothing between your skinny legs. Question is do I want to turn you into a bitch or do I just want to hurt you? Maybe both, you shit stain.

Let’s begin with me removing all that body hair. Quite surprising you even have any, it’s real men that have a hairy body, not you. I just happen to have an old Epilady C 1000 and that bitch is going to just rip out that nasty hair. Go ahead and scream because you sound like the little cunt you are.

I wonder how my whip will feel smacking against the sore, hairless skin? Shall we give it a go?  Stop your fucking pleading, as the real fun is soon to begin.

 

 

Written By: Malaya Maxxx
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Merry, Go Fuck Yourself

               

    I so fucking seriously hate this time of the year. Hands out, bells fucking ringing, just annoyance every where I go.  I do have a life, and really can’t escape all the nonsense. I lost Whamageddon, as soon as I entered the Pharmacy. Like I fucking said, I hate this time of the year. 

                     I was paid well to do a lame photo shoot, so now on to the bar to get obliterated. I listened to a conversation where this man was complaining  about his wife. She just doesn’t seem to get the fact he likes it a little rough. He likes his balls to be beat up. Punk music to my ears. 

    I ever so politely asked if I could help with that. He laughed, said I was such a tiny, and girly little thing. He said I couldn’t hurt a tiny kitten. That story is for another time, because hell fucking yes, I could hurt a kitten. 

               More details blah blah blah, and he was now naked, scared, and at my home. The drug I gave him had worn off and he was soon wide awake. He struggled against the leather ropes and then let out a loud moan. Ah, his tied up balls are beginning to turn a lovely shade of blue.

    He tried to beg, plead, and apologize. So annoying, but that’s what ball gags are for.  Merry Christmas, loser! 

 

 

Written By: Malaya Maxxx
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Drink For Me?

Weather’s getting cold and summer fun is long over. Not much else to do but stay in and watch movies, read, listen to music, and DRINK! I bet a cold one or two would feel so good going down your parched throat. Maybe you have a little smoke or some powder? Let’s play!

Just look at me? You want to make me happy, don’t you? I tell you what would make me happy. Call me and let’s get wasted. When I say let’s, I mean you. Just you, I won’t drink with you. Not a fucking drop! You on the other hand, will drink for me. 

See how my nipples stiffen when you put that bottle to your lips. Maybe I’m thinking about what else those lips can do? Or probably not!  No love, I’m not laughing at you. Just maybe laughing with you.

Time to spark one up for me, don’t you think? A few puffs, another shot, and you’re making me so very happy.  I do wonder if my pussy is getting wet for you? Doubtful!

 

Written By: Malaya Maxxx
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Know Your Place

             

  We have known each other since forever. You were the annoying little fucker that followed me around. We both went our separate ways after school and you know blah, blah, blah. Normally, I don’t do reunions, but I was told he was going and I was curious to see the train wreck I used to torture. 

Within minutes, I was mind numbing fucking bored. Whatever. This was a boredom that even booze and drugs couldn’t fix. I walked around, talked to a few people till I found him. Looks like he’s gotten a bit of self confidence over the years. That’s my job, to tear him back down. 

A few drinks, some talk and I told him to meet me at my hotel at 1 am. Enough of this shit and I went back to my hotel.  I picked up a hot guy at the bar and took him up to my room.  Around 1 am, there was a knock at hotel room door.  My old friend arrives and finds me not alone, and spread out on the couch. 

                   He looks rather confused. I tell him that my cunt isn’t going to clean itself and my companions dick is also not going to suck itself. Get fucking to it!

 

Written By: Malaya Maxxx
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