a sweet girl

a sweet girl
is the perfect friend.
this is a sweet girl
the kind you take home
introduce to the wife
and kids
the kind you are friends with
who brings wine
and teases you
to your wife
the kind who will bend over
spread and let you and your friends
Chinese finger-cuff her.

Nice. Fucking. Face

she's so cute because she hates the splooge on her

nice fucking face, pig

stay there, whore, for four more loads

till you start crying

till your eyes are all red

till my cock destroys your throat

using your tonsils like a muay thai 

master uses a heavy bag

round house kicks with my massive

cock and balls

you’re down for the count

cum-covered, throat-battered

soul-shattered.

crawl to me, pig, 

and thank me.

tell me more tell me more (aka summer lovin')

tell me those aren't
the most perfect tits you've ever seen

tell me that's not
the sweetest smile ever
smiled

tell me that after
your lunch date
you cock-slapped her

titty-fucked her
and blew your wad
in her eyelined eyes

in the restaurant bathroom

what a waste of an asshole

she was gorgeous in the face
i mean gorgeous
fucking gorgeous
she once caused an accident
when a driver looked at her
she was gorgeous in the legs
and the ass as well, really tall
hot, and striking, but naked
her ass hung, her nipples pointed
inward -- and worst of all -- her ass-
hole had a hemorrhoid
poking out assymetrically.
it's really a shame
cause she'd give up anal
every single day
if i asked.

the Pros and Cons of the Push-up Bra (reblogged cause she's so hot!)

Gorgeous girl & Gorgeous Photo

I love sluts in push-up bras while they are clothed, but i'm so disappointed when i get the bitch home and naked and find out it was all fraudulent false advertising. Luckily this bitch has massive cans so a push-up bra taken off is still a pleasure. When thick-hipped, flat-chested sluts do it, it's really a turn off.

The Fraud

she looks like a sweet
little student, secuctive
with massive sweater meat.
she's got Aztec-red lips

like Lolita
and asks if i can give her
some very hard extra help
“kneel and open wide,” her teacher says

on her knees now
on the classroom floor
curvy and sexy
i will give her inches

and inches of help
“yes, sir.” i slip upstairs in her
her eyes open wide
her upper lips has beads of sweat

she lets me stretch her lips and cheeks
her lips look dry and crackling stretched out
i pull it out slowly, a sucking sound pops
out of her mouth.

she says, “I’ve never done it before
is this right?”
“it’s okay,” i say
“but you need to go deeper

till your chin is against me,
till your nose is on my belly.”
she tries again, kind of stabbing it
into her mouth but not going deep

i want to drill her open with my big rod
i’m getting frustrated with this slut
i lift her off her knees
by my fistful of her long, black hair

i kiss her, she smiles at me:
“that was my first kiss.”.
beside my desk there
i pull her sweater off

i unhook her bra
it hangs off one pale shoulder
crooked.  she's got big
hips and nipples

i find her curvy
body is a fraud
i’m still holding her
by a fistful of her hair, staring

"i thought you had big tits?" I say.
"push-up bra. you like it?"
"no, i don’t. i like big tits."
she goes pale, she starts sobbing

hard sobs, wailing -- making a lot of noise
her arms cross over her small chest
her mouth opens in pain
her cheeks stain with tears

the back of her head bangs the wall
she slaps at my thigh, choking on cock
down into the small-titted
big push-up bra'd slut's throat.

i brutally drill into her throat
opening the hole, pushing cock
till balls hit chin
propelling her back

holding both ears now to subdue her
to hold her in her place
to get off in her mouth
cream dripping out, over her chin

and onto her small, slight, slim, stunted
tiny, minuscule, piddling, pygmy
non-existent, bantam, paltry, insular,
insignificant, whorette tits

i pull my massive meat out
a cylinder, a sewer pipe, a SAM
a tug boat, an airliner
i slap it’s big mushroom head

down on her cheekette
like an B-52 trying to land on a pebble:

when the door opens
the custodian walks in

A Perfect Ass

Moctezuma says this is the perfect ass!!

Damn Right, it's bigger than yours

It's a sunny day outside, the birds are chirping and the breeze whispers across the house. The phone rings -- a cold intrusion to a crisp fall day. 

Hello, I say.
Who is this? The voice is not a native speaker. Perhaps an East Asian.
Who is this? I like to counter offense with offense.
Well, I was checking the phone records and saw a lot of calls to your number. Do I know you?
I don't know if you know me. If you called me a lot then shouldn't you know who I am. And, anyway, who are you?
Mr. Kim
I don't know you I don't think.
It isn't my phone. It's my wife's phone, he says. 
Now I think I'm starting to understand, I say. 
Do you know Anna Kim?
Anna Kim? I say. I'm sorry. I don't know who you are. How can I answer your questions?
Anna? he repeats, more intimately.
I do know an Anna. Why do you ask?

She called your number a lot.
I know. What's your worst nightmare?
What?
I said, what's your worst nightmare?
My worst nightmare.
Yes.
How do you mean?
I mean, Mr. Kim, that you've called up a stranger to find out who your wife has been calling. You did this knowing full well that maybe a woman would answer and you would find one of Anna's gossip girl buddies, but you also know that equally plausible a man would answer the phone. So why is it that you're calling. What's your worst nightmare. A facial?
What? He is staggering, like a boxer that just got hit with a couple of jabs, like a pitcher turning to watch the flight of a late-inning home run in midair.
Up the ass?
Sir?
Clearly now that you've found all those calls to a man you must think I am fucking her. What else could you assume?
What?
Why else would you call? You must think she's addicted to my cock, calling so many times a day. You may even think she's here right now—on her knees in front of me, tongue out, waiting for my command: suck, lick, bend over, leave.
No. I don't.
You may assume she's wearing my cum like expensive moisturizer, telling me how great my choad tastes, telling me how tasty it shoots into her mouth from my massive rod. She often tells me my cock is so much bigger than yours.
No. She's right here.
Well, then what?
I just wanted to know who she was calling. I'm her husband.
Well, now you found out. You should be asking her, not me. Be a man and stop snooping around. This is between you and Anna. Look at Anna's face. Yesterday, I asked her if she's ever been covered in a cumshot. She said you never did that. She asked me to coat her with my cream. I held back my orgasm for about an hour. Do you know why?

I have no idea.
So that my jizz would explode all over her and cover her. She was drenched in cum. Look at her face. Imagine it with the cum of the man who is merely a voice on the phone to you. That voice is from the man who owns your wife in bed.
My wife is no slut.
Happy now? Glad you called? Glad to hear the voice of the man attached to the large  cock gagging your wife while you’re at work? the man with big thick cock?
I know that she would never.
Really? Funny, because I know all about you, preacher Kim. She said she wanted to be my slave—do anything for me—cause she needs a big cock. Ask her. She'll admit it. She's bored to death by you. Do you understand her? No. Slave. Not girlfriend, not whore—but slave. Ha ha, my fucking slave. Understand?
I don't.
I have photos too. She's bent over modeling her asshole before and after I obliterated it. First it's pink and tight. Then it's brown and gaping. Do you know how to gape Anna's ass, Mr. Kim?
I am a religious man, sir. 
Your wife likes it up the ass now. She likes being smacked while sodomized, the little slut. She likes being used in public. She fucked me on the roof of my car, in the bathroom at the mall by your house, in the Dunkin Donuts parking lot. She says she wants to get ass-raped in your parish.
Anna would never do that. She's my wife and you're a liar. Wives cheat, I understand. That's no big deal. My wife's not ugly.
She is ugly. Tell her I said so. With nice clothes and sunglasses she's okay looking. But once she's naked she's an ugly fucking whore. Tell her I said so, Mr. Kim. You know that she has a big hairy pussy. You know that. She has little hairs on her nipples. She has small tits. Too small. And her ass, while it looks nice in jeans, sags -- maybe cuase of her age. She's not young. Anna, to me, only looks good when my cock bursts out of her ass or when she's drenched by a big load of white jizz on her face. Go ahead and tell her that she is just a desperate whore for white cock.
She's been a good wife. How dare you say all of this. You, sir, are rude and disgusting and god will strike you down.
God? My god, Mr. Preacher, your wife had a cock up her ass yesterday. Why defend her? She ate her own shit off my cock after I stuffed her with it. If that's a good wife, you're seriously fucked, preacher -- God or no God. I mean, I'm not married. Maybe I don't know much about wives, but as soon as I met Anna I knew. I know slut when I see slut. First night I met her she came back to my house, got buck naked on the couch and asked me to cum inside her. That's all she said. Your wife, man: "Cum inside!" Ha ha. How's that for a slut? I love it. Hell, tell her to come over now and suck on my cock. I'm getting hard just thinking about the slut.
Please stop. I'm sorry I called. I see I've offended you. I will let you go.
I don't want to go, man. Is she there with you?
What?
I said, is she there with you?
Yes.
Look at her. Look at that face. What do you see?
My wife's face.
No. You see yesterday's cumshot target.  Her first load of cum ever. How's that feel, preacher? Want to hang up. Want to forget you called?
No, I want to tell you what a filthy, horrible man you are.
You want to be happy?
Disgusting.
You want Anna to be happy?
Amoral.
I'll tell you what, Preacher. Let's fuck her together. You and me -- mouth, cunt, and ass. I'll show you how to make her submit.
You should be in jail.
I feel bad for you, Preacher. I'm going to help you. I'll share my Mastery over her with you.Plus, she said she'd like you to see how hot she can get. She says you have no idea. She'd like you to be there with her, to hold her while a real cock defiles her anal cavity. Think how proud you'll feel cumming on her face for the first time, realizing that your wife is a whore capable of satisfying all your dreams. Doesn't that sound good?
You're sick. You should be arrested. I'm hanging up.
Try it, Preacher Man. Ask her if anyone has ever called her ugly.


Silence.


Anna’s voice gets on: I’m sorry. Master. I'm sorry for my husband.
Strip, pig
Yes, sir. I'm sorry, sir. The pig is naked now.
Kneel down, slave.
The Preacher's voice comes out from the background -- what are you doing, honey? Get up.
Let the Preacher see his pig-wife's ass. Can he see it?
Yes, Master. 
Reach back and spread your saggy ass-cheeks so he can see your open asshole and tell him that is a gaped asshole.
Master wants me to tell you that this is my gaped asshole, honey.
Say how the pig's worthless ass got gaped.
Master put his massive cock up my worthless ass.


Silence.

A Day in the (Basement) Life

2.

hi baby
you look so cute down there
demure, and pure
great little smile
now get over here
and start gagging on my massive pole

I love the tittie committee. i want to be a member. i want to sit on the board. or in between two. two titties.

Juicy Asian Tits Erotica

Click the Asian Whore Bag with Massive Tits to Read about a Juicy Asian Bitch

PAAG by Moctezuma Johnson

the Pros and Cons of the Push-up Bra

i love looking at sluts in push-up bras while they are clothed but i'm so disappointed when i get the bitch home and naked and find out it was all fraudulent false advertising. Luckily this bitch has massive cans so a push-up bra taken off is still a pleasure. When thick-hipped, flat-chested sluts do it, it's really a turn off.

The Fraud


she comes and stands right
beside my desk
and asks if i can give her
some very hard extra help

she looks like an Asian version
of the girl above
a black sweater
with massive sweater meat

she's got Aztec-red lips
like Lolita
curvy and sexy
i take her upstairs

she says she's never done it before
and takes it in her mouth
on her knees
on the classroom floor

it's fun having her suck on my cock
cause of the idea of it
but actually she's not going deep enough
i want to drill her with my big rod

i pull her sweater off and unhook her bra
the bra falls off crooked
her nipple comes out
where's the breast?

i find her curvy
body is a fraud
she's got big hips and nipples
but small tits

"i thought you had big tits?" I say.
"push-up bra. you like it?"
"no."
she starts sobbing

moctezuma starts face-fucking
pounding big cock
down into the small-titted
big push-up bra'd slut's throat.

the back of her head bangs the wall
she slaps at my thigh, choking on cock
i pull it out and slap the head down on her cheek
when the door opens and the custodian walks in

About this Blog

When it's not indulging in dirty pigs and dodgy used assholes, this is a vastly superior family blog with first-rate writing from an excellent raconteur.

the office whore

the office slut
is there
with her stocking

exposed
stirring her coffee
mouth slightly agape

sometimes
i bend her over
and pound her asshole

sometimes
i make her kneel
and slap her with cock

sometimes
i choke her
balls to chin

sometimes
i don't
i just work

quietly dreaming

Four Girls belonging to Moctezuma

in a Star Wars themed motel
there was this girl named Abrienda
who got face fucked really rough
aside from Costco all night

until her guy's girl caught him
there was this girl named Laksha
who got used and abused
and then he dropped her

she cried and said, “it's too bad,”
there was this girl named Gail
"cause you are exactly my type.
i don't know why i like you so much.”

a mere lost phone number
there was this girl named Grace
and now she's listed:
one email, one of hundreds.

Great Scott! Moctezuma's Giving away Books and Cash!!

Great Deal

• Women, send one free photo of yourself naked (face not necessary) and I'll send you one free copy of my book. 
• If you write "Another of Moctezuma's Pigs" somewhere on your skin I'll send you both of my books and $5 in cash. 

Damn Right, it's bigger than yours

It's a sunny day outside, the birds are chirping and the breeze whispers across the house. The phone rings -- a cold intrusion to a crisp fall day. 
Hello, I say.
Who is this? The voice is not a native speaker. Perhaps an East Asian.
Who is this? I like to counter offense with offense.
Well, I was checking the phone records and saw a lot of calls to your number. Do I know you?
I don't know if you know me. If you called me a lot then shouldn't you know who I am. And, anyway, who are you?
Mr. Kim
I don't know you I don't think.
It isn't my phone. It's my wife's phone, he says. 
Now I think I'm starting to understand, I say. 
Do you know Anna Kim?
Anna Kim?
I'm sorry. I don't know who you are. How can I answer your questions?
Anna? he repeats, more intimately.
I do know an Anna. Why do you ask?

She called your number a lot.
I know. What's your worst nightmare?
What?
I said, what's your worst nightmare?
My worst nightmare.
Yes.
How do you mean?
I mean, Mr. Kim, that you've called up a stranger to find out who your wife has been calling. You did this knowing full well that maybe a woman would answer and you would find one of Anna's gossip girl buddies, but you also know that equally plausible a man would answer the phone. So why is it that you're calling. What's your worst nightmare. A facial?
What? He is staggering, like a boxer that just got hit with a couple of jabs, like a pitcher turning to watch the flight of a late-inning home run in midair.
Up the ass?
Sir?
Clearly now that you've found all those calls to a man you must think I am fucking her. What else could you assume?
What?
Why else would you call? You must think she's addicted to my cock, calling so many times a day. You may even think she's here right now—on her knees in front of me, tongue out, waiting for my command: suck, lick, bend over, leave.
No. I don't.
You may assume she's wearing my cum like expensive moisturizer, telling me how great my choad tastes, telling me how tasty it shoots into her mouth from my massive rod. She often tells me my cock is so much bigger than yours.
No. She's right here.
Well, then what?
I just wanted to know who she was calling. I'm her husband.
Well, now you found out. You should be asking her, not me. Be a man and stop snooping around. This is between you and Anna. Look at Anna's face. Yesterday, I asked her if she's ever been covered in a cumshot. She said you never did that. She asked me to coat her with my cream. I held back my orgasm for about an hour. Do you know why?

I have no idea.
So that my jizz would explode all over her and cover her. She was drenched in cum. Look at her face. Imagine it with the cum of the man who is merely a voice on the phone to you. That voice is from the man who owns your wife in bed.
My wife is no slut.
Happy now? Glad you called? Glad to hear the voice of the man attached to the large  cock gagging your wife while you’re at work? the man with big thick cock?
I know that she would never.
Really? Funny, because I know all about you, preacher Kim. She said she wanted to be my slave—do anything for me—cause she needs a big cock. Ask her. She'll admit it. She's bored to death by you. Do you understand her? No. Slave. Not girlfriend, not whore—but slave. Ha ha, my fucking slave. Understand?
I don't.
I have photos too. She's bent over modeling her asshole before and after I obliterated it. First it's pink and tight. Then it's brown and gaping. Do you know how to gape Anna's ass, Mr. Kim?
I am a religious man, sir. 
Your wife likes it up the ass now. She likes being smacked while sodomized, the little slut. She likes being used in public. She fucked me on the roof of my car, in the bathroom at the mall by your house, in the Dunkin Donuts parking lot. She says she wants to get ass-raped in your parish.
Anna would never do that. She's my wife and you're a liar. Wives cheat, I understand. That's no big deal. My wife's not ugly.
She is ugly. Tell her I said so. With nice clothes and sunglasses she's okay looking. But once she's naked she's an ugly fucking whore. Tell her I said so, Mr. Kim. You know that she has a big hairy pussy. You know that. She has little hairs on her nipples. She has small tits. Too small. And her ass, while it looks nice in jeans, sags -- maybe cuase of her age. She's not young. Anna, to me, only looks good when my cock bursts out of her ass or when she's drenched by a big load of white jizz on her face. Go ahead and tell her that she is just a desperate whore for white cock.
She's been a good wife. How dare you say all of this. You, sir, are rude and disgusting and god will strike you down.
God? My god, Mr. Preacher, your wife had a cock up her ass yesterday. Why defend her? She ate her own shit off my cock after I stuffed her with it. If that's a good wife, you're seriously fucked, preacher -- God or no God. I mean, I'm not married. Maybe I don't know much about wives, but as soon as I met Anna I knew. I know slut when I see slut. First night I met her she came back to my house, got buck naked on the couch and asked me to cum inside her. That's all she said. Your wife, man: "Cum inside!" Ha ha. How's that for a slut? I love it. Hell, tell her to come over now and suck on my cock. I'm getting hard just thinking about the slut.
Please stop. I'm sorry I called. I see I've offended you. I will let you go.
I don't want to go, man. Is she there with you?
What?
I said, is she there with you?
Yes.
Look at her. Look at that face. What do you see?
My wife's face.
No. You see yesterday's cumshot target.  Her first load of cum ever. How's that feel, preacher? Want to hang up. Want to forget you called?
No, I want to tell you what a filthy, horrible man you are.
You want to be happy?
Disgusting.
You want Anna to be happy?
Amoral.
I'll tell you what, Preacher. Let's fuck her together. You and me -- mouth, cunt, and ass. I'll show you how to make her submit.
You should be in jail.
I feel bad for you, Preacher. I'm going to help you. I'll share my Mastery over her with you.Plus, she said she'd like you to see how hot she can get. She says you have no idea. She'd like you to be there with her, to hold her while a real cock defiles her anal cavity. Think how proud you'll feel cumming on her face for the first time, realizing that your wife is a whore capable of satisfying all your dreams. Doesn't that sound good?
You're sick. You should be arrested. I'm hanging up.
Try it, Preacher Man. Ask her if anyone has ever called her ugly.


Silence.

Anna’s voice gets on: I’m sorry. Master. I'm sorry for my husband.
Strip, pig
Yes, sir. I'm sorry, sir. The pig is naked now.
Kneel down, slave.
The Preacher's voice comes out from the background -- what are you doing, honey? Get up.
Let the Preacher see his pig-wife's ass. Can he see it?
Yes, Master. 
Reach back and spread your saggy ass-cheeks so he can see your open asshole and tell him that is a gaped asshole.
Master wants me to tell you that this is my gaped asshole, honey.
Say how the pig's worthless ass got gaped.
Master put his massive cock up my worthless ass.


Silence.