Miss Amina Rose

Lonely on Valentine’s Day again? Wishing and dreaming that there was some woman out there who would want to fuck you on this day? I may be able to think of one...

But of course, you’ll be getting fucked this holiday in YOUR holes.

I know you can’t wait to spend a lovely night of passion and romance with me. What a beautiful view you’ll have of a Goddess in red fucking your ass like a whore on the floor. Who said you wouldn’t be spending Valentine’s Day with some hot and heavy sex?

And I know you’ll want to thank me and return the favor with romantic gifts and spoils after several rounds of ass pounding. I’ll take another sexy tribute sent with love for every time you watch this clip—and I’m sure it will be plenty.

You’re so fucked, BETA.

I have the perfect challenge for you to not only deepen your cravings for my BETA triggers and humiliation, but to also make you suffer in a way only a real BETA deserves! Think you can make it through?

Just seeing or hearing the word BETA coming from your Superior makes you weak, makes you want to pump harder for me, doesn’t it? You’ve been conditioned to respond to the word BETA by throbbing and aching for more, and I’m going to just reinforce that.

You’ll have no choice but to jerk faster and faster, without mercy, watching me tease and taunt you until you explode. Good luck lasting until the end, BETA.

POV: You love slurping up your own cum as often as you can, and you’ve developed quite the taste for it. I bet you’ve gotten so familiar with the taste of your own cum that you could guess which load was yours in a blind taste test.

So that’s what we’re going to do. I’ve curated a small tasting for you from a couple of my biggest and best cumsluts and you’re going to add your own fresh sample to the menu. Once you’ve pumped your warm loser sauce into a shot glass, I’m going to swap it with another before feeding you both. Can you guess which load was yours?

This should be an easy challenge for a jizz lover like you! You’ve swallowed load after load of your own cum, it would be impossible for you not recognize your own recipe. If it’s still not distinct enough for you, I think you’ll need some more practice with refining that palate and learning your flavors.

But failing to guess correctly which load is yours comes with consequences. Don’t worry, I have a feeling you won’t mind this task.

*** This content was produced in 2020 and edited for re-release ***

[Custom; no names]

This clip features the aftermath of some very spicy chicken wings. It has been heavily edited and cut down to ONLY highlight the burps, so there is none of the original dialogue from the custom order remaining (except for a handful of comments).

No talking, just burping. The burp count is over 80.

Here you are again. I can’t say I’m too pleased to have you kneeling in my office again, but I’ve called you in here for a very important meeting.

I thought I made myself clear: you work for me now. You don’t get to skip out on voting for me just because you’re on the other side of the aisle. Your only purpose in the Senate and duty to your country is to ensure that AOC keeps winning and consolidating power. And that includes handing over your support at every opportunity, especially voting for my re-election.

So now you’re here at my feet again, horny as ever, waiting for a more permanent lesson on loyalty and punishment. Weak Conservative bitches like you will crumble and surrender before the inevitability of liberal Female Supremacy. And I’m going to make absolutely certain that you never cross me again.

[Custom; the name “Ryan” was used]

So this is your company... or shall I say “was”?

You’ve found me in “your” office with my feet propped up and I look as though I’ve already settled in. You don’t quite know what’s happening, but you seem singularly curious about my feet above all else.

While I wiggle my toes in your face, I explain that you will have effectively been replaced as CEO and owner of the company you founded so many years ago by the end of our meeting. Others have noticed how your focus and ambition have been lacking recently, ever since I arrived at the office. Naturally, they all see in me what they used to see in you so long ago—only better. So here we are.

I’ve had my lawyer draw up a contract, releasing you from all responsibilities and ownership of your empire, as well as naming your successor to inherit the company in perpetuity: me. You’ll sign over everything. The rights to all intellectual property, your team of developers, your full client list, and more.

Nevermind the fine print and obscure clauses in this long boring contract. Those tricky details are insignificant when you’re already so otherwise shaken. By me. By my gorgeous, mesmerizing soles and toes.

And that’s exactly why I deserve to be in this role. You’re no longer fit to hold power anymore when you’re too easily distracted by wiggling toes. So go ahead and sign. Your precarious future isn’t nearly as imperative as what’s right in front of you.

Oh no! Not long after I’ve found you struggling in my tall carpet have I already lost you somewhere else in my home. I’ve been careful to keep track of where you are, but I seem to have misplaced you entirely...

I’m on the phone with my friend telling her how I’ve found a rare tiny man who I’ve been keeping as my pet while totally unaware that you’re just below me the whole time. You must have been knocked off the bed at night because now you’re peeking through the furs in my fuzzy slippers on the floor. It must have been quite the ride for you as I walked all around the house wearing those slippers trying to find you.

Could you have shrunken even smaller? That would explain why I’ve not been able to see or even hear you like I could just days ago. You look on helplessly as I pace around, nearly stepping and sitting on you, chatting with my friend about my secret tiny man. You’re one of the only shrunken men reported in the last few years, and I’m going to make sure we find you and put you back to work for us.

[Custom; no names]

Double the countdowns. Double the fuckery.

Your favorite erratic and agonizing JOI game is back! This time, you’ll have 2 rounds to try to have 2 orgasms. The operative word here being “try” because if you’ve played my other Countdown Fuckery games, you know it won’t be so easy to catch my countdowns in time!

On top of that tricky timing, I know having multiple orgasms will be quite the challenge—especially with the instructions I’ll be giving you to “help” you along.

But I want you to push for me. I want you paying close attention and doing everything it takes to finish both rounds with me. Even if that means having to ruin them...

*** This content was produced in 2020 and edited for re-release ***

[Custom; no names]

I’ve made myself a spicy burger which I enjoy with spicy chips and a bubbly beverage. As I eat, sip, and watch something on my laptop, I let out over 100 burps, big and small, and comment on them.

Watch me in my natural state, wiggling my toes and burping comfortably from my couch after a satisfying and gas-inducing meal. (No talking besides short comments about food and burps.)

You know it’s wrong to be lusting over me. You know you shouldn’t be secretly sniffing my panties or looking down my blouse when I’m not wearing a bra. You know those wet dreams you have about me will never be more than a fantasy.

But you still can’t help yourself. Crossing that line with me is just something you crave so deeply. The urge to feel me even once, even just a little, is utterly overwhelming. We need to get this out of your system before things get out of hand.

Pull out your cock for me and sit back as I gently rub and bounce on the tip. As long I keep my panties on, we aren’t crossing any lines, right? At least you can still feel the warmth and wetness of my pussy through this soft, thin lace. If I bounce a little harder, you might even feel my tightness on the tip of your cock...

But that’s all you get. Just this once. Now be a good boy and cum for me...

[Custom; no names]

Isn’t it so ironic that the thing you should be the most embarrassed about is the thing for which you want the most attention? Something so shameful and pathetic and you can’t get enough of the humiliation you get from showing it off.

That’s because degradation for your tiny peen is the only way to get any attention at all for men like you. You’re inferior down to your DNA, so you were always destined to be a worthless loser. You learned very early that the only way your invisible dicklet could put a smile on any woman’s face was if she was laughing at you, and that’s good enough for you.

If I had it my way, none of us would be subjected to that repulsive leaking worm between your legs, but you’d still pay your Superiors to laugh at you anyways. I’d turn around and bend over, shoving my pussy in your face to worship from your knees, just so I wouldn’t have to see that pathetic peen.

But since men like you need so desperately to expose your worthless chodes, you’ll always be better for it knowing that paying for degradation and vicious humiliation are exactly what dickless losers like you deserve.

Ever have a hands-free orgasm? I’d love to try it with you...

Just recently, I learned that the male g-spot is actually your prostate, and you can have the most mind-blowing orgasm of your life with a little stimulation. I’ve just been so curious about seeing that for myself, so I wanted to try this little experiment with you. But to be sure, you’ll have to be totally hands-free.

Don’t worry, I’ll be gentle. It’s my first time too, but I have a feeling I’ll be incredible at this. I’ll use my own reliable cock to pump a huge loud out of you without you having to jerk at all. And when this experiment is over, I might let you in on some other fun news I’m sure you’ll love...

Thinking about jerking to me when you should be working again? That’s fine. Throw in your headphones and press play.

For the first few minutes, I want you just to listen. No need to watch me on screen—you should at least try to be discreet, anyways. After a while, I’m going to instruct you to excuse yourself from your desk and head to the bathroom for a little “break”. That’s when the fun begins.

We’ll have to be real quiet while you’re watching me in there. You’re not supposed to be stroking on company time, after all. But if that’s not a thrill enough, I’m going to command you to take out those headphones and play this clip out loud. Don’t worry: I won’t be too loud... at first.

Your goal is simply not to get caught. If you get scared and turn it off before the end, you have to pay a fine. Any suspicion at all from anyone around you and you’ll have to pay double.

Good luck trying not to expose yourself as a horny addict for Amina!

*** This content was produced in 2020 and edited for re-release ***

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It’s the start of quarantine and only a few of us are allowed to be in the office at a time. I was supposed to have the day off, but due to your error, I now have to work from home to fix it.

Since it’s your fault I’m in this situation, I have you come over with lunch and put you to work as well. You can’t get too close to me, so you’ll have to stay down by my feet and give me a massage while I work on my laptop and burp from this big meal.

But I want just a little more payback for making me work from home: you’re going to count my burps while you rub my feet, and then send me a gift card with the total amount to pay for my next meal. Maybe you’ll be lucky enough later to experience those burps too.

More than ever, the "Conservative" party is quickly falling out of favor with the American people and what are you to do about it? Simple: turn to AOC for guidance. You know my natural dominance and superiority has granted me more power than you would even know what to do with and I know exactly why. I see right through you, and in this age of technology and transparency, all of your would-be supporters see right through you as well. You’re no leader. You’re not the Alpha you promised you would be. You’re just pretending to be. So of course you crawl to “radical” AOC for answers. Your “traditional conservative values” have left you kneeling before me, begging for a taste of my power. But it won’t be so easy for a loser like you, because your weak, inferior party never deserved to hold this kind of power. None of you men did. I’m going to tease and humiliate you for being the Conservative loser you are while reminding you of your place. You will pledge your allegiance to me, AOC, and all future Democratic and Female Supremacy agendas. Repeat after me: I’m a little Blue bitch. Yes, Madam President. From now on, you win by ensuring I win. Your proximity to my power is the only thing that gives you worth.

It’s been so long since I’ve found a tiny man in my house... But the timing is perfect. I was just thinking I wanted a teeny little pet to play with my new huge tits. They’re just the right size for you to get lost between when you climb into my cleavage and I squeeze you until your whole body disappears. Wouldn’t you love to be hugged between my massive tits or hide inside my tight bra? It sure would be a snug fit for you the way these giant titties fill it out. Let’s just take things slow while you explore these mountains and valleys on my chest. If you’re lucky, I might eventually let you travel a little farther south. But I have a feeling these enormous, plump tits are more than enough for a tiny man like you.

You just love being on your back and at my mercy, don’t you?

This time, I’m going to make you hurt even more for me, in every sense of the word.

To start, you won’t be stroking for me. Instead, I’m taping your cock down and replacing it with my own. I’ll be taking my time, slowly teasing and tormenting you while you start to throb and pull against that tape. As you’re struggling beneath me, I’m only going to keep smacking your balls and making your cock twitch harder.

But your physical restraint and pain isn’t enough for me: I want you to hurt for me as you watch me ride my own dildo where your cock should be.

Suffer in silence while I fuck myself on top of you, attacking your cock and balls while I please my pussy. You’re at my mercy for the next 25 minutes, and nothing is more satisfying than your surrender. In the end, I’ll count myself down and give you a generous smack for every number. If you’re lucky, you may even cum too.

Let’s have one final countdown to bring in the New Year the same way you brought in the last: on your knees with your cock in your hands.

As we say goodbye to this past year, we reflect on all of the growth and evolution that’s taken place. Of course, I’m referring to my own expansion and massive success this year. From the very beginning and all the way to the end, I’ve only added to my power with new tools, new records, new weak and horny toys to spoil me and launch me to new heights. Every new year for me is an opportunity for exponential pleasure and victories.

But for you? Still the same leaking, throbbing, addicted little stroke puppet for me. Next year will be no different. Only more.

More pumping. More gooning. More cumming. More addiction. More surrender.

And that’s also going to come with more ruin. More sacrifice. More hurting for me. Always for me.

So let’s have one more jerk session to say goodbye to this incredible year for Miss Amina. And when you cum, let’s look forward to a whole lot more of all of you submitting all for me in the New Year.

[Custom; no names]

This is a clip made for one of my whales.

We have had a very special and thrilling connection over the years he has served me, and this clip shows just how significant his impact has been.

I talk about some of the biggest and most meaningful (and sexy) displays of worship and devotion he has laid before me: the first $20K tribute he sent, his reimbursement of my entire wedding and both wedding rings we wear, and (perhaps his personal favorite) the big, beautiful new tits I use to drive my expansion farther.

This beta knows his rightful place: always beneath me. He gladly sits, smiles, and nods when it’s time to fulfill his purpose, in the name of devoted sacrifice and ruin. And he knows how much it turns me on.

So I speak to him, overlooking My Empire, reveling in my Supremacy, celebrating my pussy-tingling success, all as I sit upon my sweet beta’s face: My Throne.

You really can’t stop thinking about cock, can you?

I’m starting to believe there’s a cock-sized hole in your head the way you just can’t get it off your mind. I mean, how do you even function?

When you’re not watching gay porn and stroking until you’re sore, you’re dreaming about sucking cock until your throat is swollen, and then you’re craving cock up your ass until you can’t walk straight.

I bet that’s exactly the cycle you’d make for yourself: trading one hole for another, switching through all the cocks you can handle. The gay thoughts and porn are consuming you.

And I suppose you have me to thank for that. I’ve turned you into my cock-hungry cumslut gay boy just to use you for my pleasure. And now you can’t function without it. You’re welcome.