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Your Balls Versus My Stilettos

  I have been thinking about those big, hairy balls of yours. Some 3215-300x370might call them trophy balls but I call them cushions for my stilettos.  I had to laugh when you came over for our “date” and thought I had several pairs of boots out to decide what to wear out.

       Then you thought we were going to just fuck, sure yes that would fucking happen. My plans were to stomp, trample and destroy your balls with 4 different pairs of  boots. A bit different than your plans, hey loser.  

         Let’s be honest, you will take me anyway you can. The only way that is will be a kneeing, punching and trampling of those balls.  Your Pain, my pleasure.

                                Fetishista Frankie

After Hours With Maleficent Malaya

 

         A few of my callers will ask why I leave around midnight amal4s I am clearly an after hours girl. After playing deviant games with you fuckers I have other even more depraved plans for my night. You won’t see me getting into bed, anyone’s bed till the sun comes up.

       If you are wondering just how someone gets me into bed, they must have something I crave or need. My fuck buddies are musicians, artists, and men I can stomp on to climb the ladder going down to hell. You? I don’t know what can you do for me. Nothing? Then fuck off you are in the never will touch my beautiful body category. 

       Tonight I am off to a combination Burlesque and sex show. The main show is first then if you didn’t pay a small fortune you are gone.  Go find yourself a cheap crack head whore, if you can get it up again.  Loser!  Unless, of course, you are willing to submit to every and anything I demand. Later bitches.

                           Malayamax@aol.com

 

I Have a Boot Fetish

I love stiletto heeled boots more than anything else I wear. I have them in leather, latex and pvc in all different colors. The one thing that is a constant is the heels. Those 8 inch heels make my legs and ass look even more amazing than they already are. I see how men and boys alike stare.

As pretty and hot as they look, they have so many more uses. Ha, you dumb ass fucking loser, I see you are already holding your balls. You guessed these heels were made from grinding into your worthless balls. Do you think covering them and cowering away like a sniffling worm will help you? Not a fucking chance! I get what I want and right now, I want to destroy your worthless balls.

I am laughing so fucking hard now because you assume your balls is the only part of you I will destroy. Why don’t I just leave you with this thought LOSER. My boots work just as good as a strap on and you will be expected to clean those heels and a little ass to mouth when we are done.

Your hot and mean ball buster,

Freaky Frankie

What’s it going to be?

You want me so bad you lick your tablet screen. Admit it fucker, there is nothing you won’t do for me. Isn’t the real question on your mind “what would I do for you’? That would be nothing, absolutely fucking nothing. You can beg, I love the sound of a man begging but not as much as the sound of cha ching as he pays me for fucking nothing but my voice and a gaze at my scrumptious curves.

Now, there are things I will do to you and I promise you, they will hurt! Not just a little slap or pinch BUT pain. Sweet, hot, salty tears of your pain. What are you waiting for, are you a pathetic cunt boy?

So this is how it is going to be. You want me? ROFLMFAO, get your toys and have your information ready because I have no patience for stammering stuttering dick socks. You do have a dick, or do you?  I don’t wait on people either, so do it NOW!

Fetish Frankie for all your fetish desires.

Crossing Paths

It was late at night when I got the call from him. I knew the drive was going to be a long one, at least 4 hours. He is definitely worthy of a good fuck. I dressed in his favorite outfit with my knee high latex boots. Grabbing my purse, I hopped in the car. I knew I had to put the pedal to the metal. I was cruising down the highway at a solid speed. After a few hours of driving, I heard some fucked up noise, it sounded like something was wrong with my tires. I veered off at the next exit stopping at some dingy motel. Hoping some helpless idiot could help me change a flat tire.

I walked into the motel that had a no vacancy sign in the window. The clerk looked me up and down while I explained to him that I needed a tire change. With a smirk on his face he told me there was nothing I could do until the morning until the auto shop opens. I knew there wasn’t any rooms available but this guy needed to make some kind of exception.

I leaned over the counter giving him a glimpse of my cleavage, his eyes widened with a smile plastered on his face. I asked him one more time if he had any open rooms for me. I reassured him that I would pay him back in a way that he would never forget.

Nervously he said he has a private room for himself that I can get some rest in until the auto shop opens. He showed me to the room. A few minutes later, he returned back with some linens. I slowly started to take my top off, caressing my huge tits for him. I was ready to fuck.

Fuck Me, Then Fuck Off!

There are a few of the privileged that do get to fuck me, mostly dudes in bands or artists. Your average guy, it just isn’t going to happen. More than likely, you’re one of those that will only get one thing from me, and that is pain and lots of it. These stiletto boots are made for a lot more than dancing.

You can buy me a drink, but then get lost or get it tossed in your face. Yes, I am a dark and sexy bitch, so deal with it. Now, yes let’s get back to the subject at hand; all you will ever get to do is read or hear about it.

I was looking incredible and feeling pretty good on the drinks you bought me. The singer pulled me up on stage and I rubbed my hot ass against him while chicks and dudes watched in envy. Music was over and he grabbed my hand and took me to the band room, fuck room whatever. My creamy, silky pussy that you will never have was ready to unzip his leather pants and ride him.

Yeah, there was other bitches sucking dick but I just wanted to fuck. I rode him till I exploded and was done. I straightened my dress as he stared at me confused. What? It is all about me no matter how hot you are. So fuck off!

Fetish Frankie- The Bitch From Hell

Lick Them Bitch

It is that time of year for leather jackets and boots. I adore the smell of leather and I went to my favorite shop in Montrose. The moment you walk in the door, the smell of leather hits you.

I was greeted by a tall gentleman who was nice looking but a little to boring looking for my taste. I am used to being catered here so I told him what I was looking for. I told him my size and sat down while he gathered up 5 boxes. He took my boot off slowly and it was obvious he was staring up my dress. LOSER! Once my boot was off, he was very slow about getting the first pair of black leather boots out of the box. He held my foot in his hand and I could see he was getting hard.

“The boots in the box” I demanded as he stuttered and took them out. He handled them slowly running his hand up the soft black leather. He took his time sliding them up my legs and once they were on, I gave him a hard kick in his balls. I told him he was annoying me and I didn’t have all day. Holding his balls, he stood up and asked if I was ready to try on another pair. I kicked him harder this time making him fall to the floor again letting out a huge wail of pain.

I made him crawl over to me even in his intense pain and to put the other boot on me. I stood up walking in the boots and seeing how they felt on my long, tan legs.  My cunt was getting wet and creamy at the sight of him still holding his balls. “Now bitch lick my boots”, I screamed at him. He began to lick the 8 inch heels, sucking on them like a cock as he slowly went to the soles. Another kick to the balls was in order as he left spit on the leather. Eventually we were done and he carried the boxes of boots to my car.

Real Men Ride Harleys

I went to get some ink last week as I needed to feel the burn and noticed a bike shop opened next door in the vacant spot. I don’t need to dress like a slut or give blow jobs to get my ink free as quite frankly the little bitches and wannabe’s in shop seem afraid of me. Weather had cooled and I was in high boots, tattered jeans and a new leather jacket over my tank top. An extremely hot and muscled  young man was working on a Harley building up a sweat.

I got my Ink and was treated as a queen as usual. What did I get and where? That is none of your fucking business unless you have what I desire. On the way to my tricked out Mustang he smiled at me and came over to admire my car. He tried to make small talk but when I see something I want I don’t do small talk.

We went to a nearby biker bar and tossed down a few. I was dripping wet and so in the fucking mood for some big, thick cock ramming my holes. I take what I want so I put my hand in his jeans. What the fuck? It couldn’t have been but 4 inches. I guess he didn’t get it, or maybe he wanted to see me mad. I excused myself and while he waited found myself a real man, one worthy of this bad bitch.

When I returned I told him he had two choices for disappointing me. One was to get his balls annihilated by my boots, fists and knees and the other was to suck off all the bikers in the club. Want to talk about it some more and the choice he made? Give me a call and I just might spill it all.

Just a Normal Beauty

I seem to surprise men all the time. At first glance, they assume I am way too hot for them. Guess what fucker? I am way to hot for any typical man. Are you a typical man, boring and set in his ways or are you a wild bad boy with a huge cock to fill my hot cougar cunt? Then again there is another man I will allow in my bedroom.

Know what, calling him a man is quite a stretch especially when he has on lip gloss and pink lingerie.  Does this sound familiar?  Of course, it does you stupid ass. Then we end with him  screaming my clitty is squirting. HA!  So there is tall men, short men, men with huge pricks for me, and then we have my favorite play toys…sissy boys!

So what will it be? Are you man enough to satisfy me or will you be taking it like the little twat you are? Let’s give it a go. Do make sure your credit card is full!

Back For More

Excellent, you are back for more of Mistress Brianna. You know the rules loser. Hand the credit cards over to my bodyguard and follow me to the back. Do you remember the first time you came to see me? I am sure you do as your financial planning has taken quite a turn since then. Jaguar gone, wife gone, house gone. Yet you still come back for more.

Tonight I have a lot of wicked energy to burn so keep walking to the room in the back where no one can hear us.  Good little bitch now fucking strip. I have always thought it is too bad you are such a loser as your cock is pretty fucking big. Look how it drips pre-cum at the thought of what Mistress plans to do to you. You get even harder as you watch me run my fingers teasingly over the paddles, sounds, floggers, and other implements of sweet pain.

I start with a good swift kick to your balls which takes you to your knees immediately. Move your hands away, you know better. I allow you to stroke that useless meat 5 times before taking the sounds off the table. The look on your face actually makes my cunt drip with delight. It is going to be a long night as I am told your credit cards have a fair amount on them. Sell something else did you loser?

Wicked Bitch Brianna