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.

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.

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.

Although everyone has fucked Slowmo, not everyone has been up her ass. So I asked my mate, 'Does your wife take it up the ass then?' He told me not to be so fucking filthy disgusting. So she brings me a cup of tea and some crispy wafer fingers and I ask her directly, "Slowmo darling, have you ever taken it up your bottom?" She picked up one of the wafer fingers, held it close to her mouth and said quietly so that her husband could not hear, "yeah, a little bit." "Do you like it then?" I asked. "You can do what you want." A little bit, no bollocks, her asshole was already filled up with someone else's sperm. It oozed and frothed out as I am banging away in her back passage. Did not stop me though. She has got my load up there now. Watch the video, have a wafer.

Any self respecting genetically modified fuck toy takes it up the bum. And because she is genetically engineered, her ass hole does not smell. Ever smiling Tracy welcomes cock up her ass hole with ease, as she is self lubricating. That is correct. Although the scientists considered strapping a tube of KY to the inside of her rectum, they found it was unnecessary. Tracy ingests copious amounts of sperm, from every employee at the research center. It all circulates her intestines, which is modified, so she produces plenty of slimy mucous from her back passage. From all three holes. Wipe the video.

I fucked my mate's bird. Everyone has. She is called Slowmo, 'cos she is quick to go with anyone. A real good homely girl that is happy to please her husband, and anyone else who happens to be around at the time. I think he knows about it, but he doesn't care 'cos he gets plenty himself. So I go around his house and she offers me a cup of coffee. Do I want anything else? Yeah, I will rub my hands up her ass crack and finger her. Watch the video, you are not the first.

Small tits and blue finger nails, Tien works in the seven eleven convenience store. Another of these cute young birds with a dead end job, and a wish for excitement. Not that she has got much prospect of a more interesting career, but she is willing to provide the customers with what they need at seven in the morning. A small tube of toothpaste and a hotdog in a bun, is there anything else I need? So she gets off her shift at seven thirty and I escort her straight to my room. She thinks she is now living the high life. She gets her kit off easily enough and has got a good firm figure. And do you believe it, she takes it straight up the bum hole. There she is, an anal assholed bum fucked botty bimbo, willingly spreading her cheeks high up for my easy access, with the face pressed against my fake parquet flooring. I am sure she was impressed. She did not say much, but she was using her sphincter muscles for a little grip of my wanger, each time I gave a her a thrust. I got right up her guts, I must have come my load two thirds the way round her small intestine. Next time you get something at the convenience store, look out for Tien, and buy some toothpaste. Either that or watch the sodding video.

Breeze has developed the sexual arts to perfection, practicing cock sucking every evening for one hour. She used to do yoga to stretch into different positions, but now she finds life is easier if she is an out and out slut, and has many customers. Watch Breeze on video and know why she is always in demand.

I can't remember a fucking thing. Two fit strumpets bobbing up and down on me plonker. My wallet is fucking empty, except for some slip of paper. That's all right, I aint got no fucking money anyway. I can't remember getting two birds back to my apartment, but I do have some vague recollections of getting insulted by two slappers in the street. But from what I recall, they were game enough for a good fuck. I could only fuck one of them at a time, only having one fucking dick, so both of them were fingering their own clitorises while waiting turn. So I have woken up with a fucking headache, and no food in the fridge. I am hungry. I wonder what those strumpets were called, I could do with another fuck soon. In the mean time, I could really get through a plate of vegetables and pork, but I aint got no fucking cash left. I am sure those girls have been at my wallet. What is that slip of paper then? Would you fucking believe it? It is their phone numbers. You can watch the video if you want, I am going to, to find out what happened.