GF getting used like a whore

It’s fun, Jade thinks, to flirt with her boyfriend’s friends. Her big face is made up, her mascara’d eyes scan the room. Her big tits bulge. She is the bartender’s girl and her cleavage is out and big and heaving. Her eyes go a bit swirly and her nostrils open wide. She sits with her boyfriend’s friends. He is behind the bar. They sit in a private nook. She touches the friends while talking, brushing up against an arm, then slapping a thigh. He sees her taking one guy’s phone number. She’s a little drunk and she just wants to hang around. It’s fun, she thinks. She is chatting with this jar-head of a guy, smiling. She sips her vodka and energy drink. She is caffeinated and energized by this weird chemical mix. Her tits bulge and hang, her cleavage out and about revealed by her low cut tank top dipping in at the chest. Her breasts are like weightlifters in the mirror, proud to look at themselves in the reflection, proud others around the room gawk. They are good tits: big and round. Her tits alone are proud to make her boyfriend jealous that others are ogling. Her throat goes a little dry. Her heart is beating slow yet heavy behind her bosom.

Her boyfriend sends her a text, “i need to work and your distracting me. leave already.” 
She writes back, “i want to get laid.” She comes to the bar itself, standing in front, with his best friend -- a tall guy with big bushy personality. She’s annoyed by his dissing texts. She wants attention, his attention, and he won’t give it. He probably has someone else coming and for this she wants to make him pay. “I’m leaving.” She puts her arms around his best friend Maynard, ”Take me to a cab.”

She slowly struts -- her big tight ass sways in her form fitting jeans. You could look at her ass in too ways: either as sexy as the porn star Naomi or a big fat like the 4th Ave Dominicans in Brooklyn. Either way, it makes Maynard follow her, the bartender sees Maynard watch her. Maynard takes her up the stairs, gently pushing on her waist. Maynard stops her at the top of the stairs. “Where are you going?”

She looks at him. His friend, Koichiro is still coming up the steps, looking drunk. She fixes her blouse, closing its open petals: “To a taxi home.”

Big and wild, Maynard kind of sways. He’s drunk but he is as agile as a figure skater as he moves around, grabs her hand and pulls her. He’s at once a wild beast and a dapper tap dancer. He leads her down the entrance-way to the next level of stairs. It’s dark here and he holds her hand. “Let me give you a ride.” 
“Home?” 
“Here.” They are half in private, half seen by the street. He gets a fist of her hair and shoves her to her knees. Her tit, which had always been on the verge of this all night, pops out.

He unzips and pulls his cock out. It dangles there, all foreskin and bulk. He says: “you’ve never seen a horse cock like this, slut. Hope you like getting impaled.”

She is scared and submissive, so she obliges. She is submissive and will do anything that anybody says at any time. People often don’t know this and don’t take advantage of it. But this guy does.

After his cockhead pounded her tonsil and knocked it back she coughed around it, ran her tongue around the shaft, then started choking on it a minute. Her drool left flying buttresses of saliva on his cock. 
She gasps for breath like a swimmer that just ate some water and reaches her hand to her neck. “I can’t take anymore.” She turns around and lowers the jeans. The two fat slabs of ass cheek ricochet out and hold until she spreads them apart like her boyfriend likes. This guy sees her asshole, a brown asterisk, and she has inadvertantly provided him with an open shot into her chocolate starfish.

He pounds into his friend’s girlfriend’s tight rectum. “What the fuck? No, no, stop it!” she says.

He pounds her asshole raw. “i know you want it, you asian whore.” Her face cringes as cock slams her asshole. The big tits she had so seductively out whack and thwack like punching bags being hit. “No that’s enough. i just wanted to get back at him. This is too much.” She pulls away and his cock comes out like an anal sex cupcake with bits of her shit on it.

He pulls her around by her hair. “You love it, open wide!” he says and pushes his cock to her mouth. She opens and her tastes her ass. Her lipsticked lips are stretched around the meat and her eyes go wide. She feels the cockhead knock her throat. Her throat tightens up. She slaps his leg. Her big proud tits knock into each other and sag. The other friend, quiet and in a suit, gets behind her. She doesn’t notice as she is trying to defend herself against eating her own shit. Her ass is still gaping from the previous sodomy. He slides his cock into the open gape. His rock isn’t as big as the cock bludgeoning her tonsils, the one tasting of her ass. Koichiro starts to fuck her chasm. “You love it, you fuck pig!”

She takes one cock in the ass and the other beats up her throat. There she is getting spit roasted until Koichiro pulls out and chucks his cream all over her fat ass cheek. He spreads it on her like butter on bread using his cockhead. Then Maynard bellows and shakes and unloads all over her whore face. She jumps back as the cum stuns her nose and drips down over her lips. More hurtles into her eye, which she instinctively shuts tight. Koichiro has a cock all cummey and gooey and heaves it into her face .She takes it and cleans it off, swirling her tongue around it. She hasn’t sucked on an Asian cock in a while and her muscle memory takes her back to whirling tongue around it.  “Clean his cock up, you dirty pig! Does Alex know what a pig his girlfriend is?”

She looks up in disgust.

“Oh now that you’ve had two cocks up your ass you’re morally against it. Stupid bitch. Come on, let’s go and let her go in and show her boyfriend what a cockmonkey she is.”

The cum-burping gutter-slut stays on her knees and watches the two friends zip up and walk away. They light cigarettes. Koichiro comes back and puts it in her mouth. “Clean up. You have jizz all over your face.”

He walks away and she stands up and takes her purse. She tissues off and puts her clothes back on. She walks home, her heart beating hard.

The next day Alex asks her to blow him. “I hate when you talk to me that way, obliging me. I can’t my jaw hurts.”

“Then bend over,” he jerks his cock, “and let me see that asshole.”

She bends over and spreads her ass cheeks wide with both hands,  her head in the bed: “i fucked your friend yesterday, right here.” She lets go of one cheek and it jiggles as she fingers her anus.

My whore at work

i call her
up at work
"meet me
in the john."
i'm waiting
cock out
she squats
down expertly
in her heels
rolls her eyes
when the cum
splashes her tongue

stupid asian cum-eater

the slut says, "push me 
against a wall 
and finger me 
with those three fingers. 


Treat me like a sex pig
whore with a big face
gagging until tears drool from my eyes. 
Stuff that big monster cock 


of yours in my throat 
until I gasp for air and get choked. 
Do this while lots of people are watching us
jerking themselves off.

Slap my big fat cheeks. 
Then I want you to spray 
creamy jizz in my face 
while you utter cuss words to me. 


I will take them all in."
you stupid asian pig!
i unload in her face.
she smiles dumb and ugly

cumfaced

i always want
to eat cum
your cum
master
and show it to you
on my tongue
so you know
that i'm a good
pig

may i have another
load
please?

Whores takes cumshot in public

cum-target

 

there are bitches that deserve respect

and all the other deserve to be cum-targets

Slave begs for a load

Four Stories (or so) in Five parts with a Sex Theme | Literary Porn Stories by Moctezuma Johnson | 2006

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Instructions on Fucking my Wife.

Although my Ana has nice tits, perky to look at and full in the hand, she’s fat around the stomach and thighs.

            She can give an awesome blowjob but she’s lazy. Her cunt is tight as a vice with her clit hidden like a dragon behind the many folds of her slit. Her ass is full and wonderful. Put the cock in the crack of it and she’ll push till you spurt.

Gian.

Gian has big balls, they are hairless, full of cum and always hot. He has cock to match with a big fat helmet. His tongue is long and wide. He can hold your ass up in the air and lick pussy soft, wet and hard all at once. His ass is full--you’ll grab it while he stretches those cunt lips. Lift those legs up and squeeze those tits together. He’ll lick you till you cream.

The Slut.

Her name was Supaporn. She even had porn in her name. But he didn’t care about her name except that it was further proof she was destined to be smutted. She sat, sluttily, & smuttily, by her computer—so he thought. Nipples out, so he thought. They were as soft as rice cakes marinated all night in chili paste.

            She got up to pee.

The Bowl.

Hair curled down her nose into her mouth. The bathroom was silent save for the radiator

crackling. Her eyes pierced him when the door banged her knee. She fell back, bare-assed, skirt hiked up, and hit the dirty porcelain. He lifted, turned, and plunged her—thrusting his strange cock into her slit. His hand grabbed a chunk of hair, and, with it, pushed her toward the bowl. Seeing the dirty ring of toilet water near, she used every last bit of strength to push back her grime-smeared ass, which made his pleasure so complete he detonated his spunk-bomb inside her.

Gangbang Girl.

My dumb cunt let me rape her, video tape her taking two cumshots and getting cunt torn. She’s so dopey and unsexy sucking my cock. My whore let me slap my big cock against her, beat her with thick meat and she’d plead for me to be nice to her but I’d call her whore and jism on her dirty-whore face. I fucked her ass. She said her pussy was tired so I took her asshole. Slapped her fat ass-cheeks and watched them jiggle then pulled at the stretch marks, lighter than her caramel and cinnamon skin. I’ll sell those videos of her one-day. Or blackmail her into fucking me again so I can make her feel like a whore one last time. I spit on her and made her cry, then unzipped and slapped big dick onto her face like I would slap down sausage onto a cutting a board. Fuck you, whore, I said. Then shoved cock down her throat—gagging her, that stupid virgin-slut. She wants respect. Earn it with balls to the chin and cock head past the larynx. She never wanted sex. Bitch, drop to those knees like you will behind my back. I saw you next to the canal waving at that boatful of guys—eyes wide with gangbang, multiple cocks pounding your swollen cunt, your tits hard as plum pits because the anonymity does it for you yet to me you say be nice I’m your wife. No your not, whore.

            Not anymore. You stopped giving me sex after promising it to me so I started writing things in magic marker on your back secretly while you slept. I covered your back: bitch, slut, pig, whore, cunt, cumrag, cumpig, cocksucker, cumcatcher, sub, worthless slut, dumb bitch, mongoloid, cum target, cum receptacle, trollop, hussy, puta, chupadora, mamadora, (Spanish cocksucker curses). When I’d filled your back with insults I knew we were through. I love the thought that you discovered it one day getting into the shower, or even better that you never see found it but a co-worker’s eyes bulged when he watched your shirt creep up and expose whore written thickly in the small of your back.

            He went to get your supervisor and the supervisor also watched how your shirt revealed that black ink ‘whore’, instantly got hard, and made wisecracks about stuffing you. But this didn’t offend you. It was when your he asked you to his office and said isn’t there something you might do to earn a little more that prompted you to come home crying. You weren’t keen on blowing him—while he slouched in his office swivel chair, or bending over and taking it pleasure less, it was the casual attitude and the offhandedness that offended you—you thought a ménage had self-respect but adultery didn’t.

            Something wonderfully illicit, something decadent offered you something. But just being used for the selfish pleasure of a man, there was no point in that. You had a husband already with that attitude.

Now you are gone, you left that job, and you left me. You are stripping to support yourself. Your breasts have been augmented.

Now you blow your new boyfriend and let him cum on your face. You fuck two or three times a day. Me you never fucked more than once a day. And never on consecutive days. Strange. And I’m a good-looking guy. Now I have a girlfriend who’s a sad nymphomaniac with a Buddhist pussy. She fucked me nine times this Saturday.

            You blow strange guys to make enough cash. It’s hard to equal the luxury I had you living in. You could have been my whore but you wanted to be a good girl. Be nice to me you said. Now, whore, how does it feel dancing on “Salsa Sluts Night” against the cold pole? I was nice to you, you slattern trollop. What went wrong?

I should have invited that boatful of guys over and videotaped them one by one stretching that hole open and then covering you in multiple torrents of jism. Then you would be too embarrassed that the tape may come out, and instead of writing about you, I would be balls deep in that ass calling you my whore.

She was a virgin (I taught her to Blow)

She was a virgin when I met her. She said, “do anything to me except sex.” She was seventeen years old. I took her and leaned her against the wall. Her clothes were already in a heap on the floor. She was sitting on the bed with the window behind her. The sun was setting. I pulled out my cock and pushed it to her lips. Her mouth was closed. “Open,” I said.

She looked up at me.

I pushed it to her mouth, prying her lips apart with cockhead. She took the head in then made some kind of whine. It was a whine of surprise, of spit, or something like gag.

I pulled it back out of her mouth. “Good girl,” I said.

Then I stood up, my cock towering over her, and navigated my balls to her face. I rubbed them all over her face. “Lick them,” I commanded.

At first there was no reaction. I held onto the wall for support. Then her tongue was on them. After she’d really soaked them I pulled away and started to slap her face with my cock.

“Open wide again.”

She complied and again I put my cock in. But this time not just the head. I pushed until she made a retching sound and pushed me back by the thighs. I grabbed her head, remember she was leaning back with no escape, and continued to push it in and out up until that retching sound. Tears streamed down from the corner of her eyes, following the canyon of the side of her little nose.

That’s where I wanted to see my cum.

I fucked her face for a while, but the retching and whining got louder. She pulled away and turned to the side violently. She took a deep breath, and coughed. I turned her back to face me. “Come her you fucking slut,” I said. I beat her cheeks with cock, it was heavy against her delicate face. Her lips were big, so they took the cock slapping as well.

“Don’t,” she said.

“Quiet, whore,” I said. “Tell me you’re my whore.”

“I’m your whore.”

That was easy. I loved this girl, this whore, this virgin, my wife.

I jerked off while holding cock over her, owning her, doing whatever I wanted to her salted face.

“Don’t put it on my face.”

“But that’s the point. You’re my whore, shut up and be a slut.”

She was quiet.

I had her. I jerked off, nearing orgasm. “Who are you?” I said. “Are you my whore?”

“No. I’m your wife.”

She tried to move away but I held her there, in front of my cock. She squirmed desperately, trying to get out of the way. I slapped her with the back of my hand.

“No you aren’t, bitch.”

My cum started in a blast, cream right onto her right eye. Her chest heaved. I think she was crying, or just in shock. “Open your mouth, stick out your tongue.”

She did as told to my surprise and I coated her tongue and gums with hot cream. She looked hot with cum in her eye and on her lips and tongue. Really hot.

She did say do whatever you want beside sex.

Gangbang Girl (the response)

There was a painting that I thought was altogether backwards. It had a forest in muted colors with a laptop computer in front of it sort of floating. In the screen was the same forest but in vivid colors. I thought the computer should have been the muted colors, not nearly as vivid as real life. But I think that technology is another thing that dims our senses whereas this Korean painter, technology amped, argued the contrary.

I am the gangbang girl, my husband is right. I would say ex but we are still married and the truth is when I am drunk late at night I still think of his cock. It was real big. Forgive me because my English is not so good. I was born in Guatemala and moved here when I met him. He was everything to me. I came here for him. Now he has left but I am still here. I came from a good home. He brought me here and now I cannot go home. They will laugh at me. My family is very conservative—divorce is very serious.

I did look at that boatful of guys. My husband’s right. They were hot. I found I really like American men. They are so big and muscled. Of course it was just a wave. But things at the college where I learned English were not always so innocent.

One night two guys put a toilet seat over my head, called me a human toilet and each came on my face. I expected them to do it again and begged them to but they wouldn’t. They said they got all they wanted the first time. They were now looking for new girls, did I know any?

I did look dopey on my husband’s movies. He was right. But he still hurt my feelings. I tried to be a whore for him but he wouldn’t buy me chocolate the next day. I at least wanted a card. Something to show he cared and was appreciative of the extra effort. His cock was heavy, it hurt when it slapped against my face.

The two guys at the University offered me some money to put the toilet over my head. One rolled tape while the other pushed his penis into my mouth while holding my head. They taught me that this was called skull fucking. Interesting, isn’t it? A conservative married Catholic woman getting skull fucked and drooling all over herself in the dirty bathroom of a University. I don’t understand why the bathrooms weren’t cleaner. We paid a lot of money to attend. And if you are wondering why I would let two guys I didn’t really know do that considering my background it’s simple. I wanted to prove that I was in control of my smutification. If that’s what my husband wanted me to be for him that’s what I would be but the ultimate insult would be that I wouldn’t be that with him. He thinks he was the first to fuck my ass, he wasn’t. And they were much rougher with me than anything he ever did to me. One time on camera I took a huge dildo in the ass while sucking a guy off.

(C) 2006 by Moctezuma Johnson

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Interview with MJ by Emme Hor

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Emme: What made you start writing about porn?

MJ: When I moved to Asia I was getting laid all the time. Sometimes I fucked three girls a day. And I don't mean any skanky girl, i mean some hot pieces of prime ass. There was this nasty part of me flowing out and women were eating it up. It was starting to take something out of me, so I wanted to get it into my writing before it would destroy me. I was sleeping with a few girls at once, having threesomes and foursomes, photographing a lot of sluts the first night I met them. I was living the life of a rock star. I said to my friends often that it's like I'm living in a hip-hop video in which the girls want to fuck me.

Emme: How old were you the first time you had sex?

MJ: Well, when I was 12 years old I got my first blowjob from my then girlfriend -- a cute Irish girl with baby fat. She didn't know what she was doing and neither did I. She held my cock in her hands and blew on it but that didn't feel especially good. I took advantage of her uncertainty and curiosity and lay her down and pumped away at her face. I rubbed cock over her lips, nose, eyes, in her hair, and then down into her throat. I was just trying to make it feel good. She choked and gagged and didn't know if this was standard practice.
I always loved cum on the face and made sure to jerk "the unmentionable liquid" (that's what she called it) into her eyes.

Later, years later, she told me this wasn't a normal start. I should have just watched her blow on it and been satisfied. That day I fucked her up the ass in our high school bathroom during American History class. That was my American History: girls are sluts and you can use them. To prove my thesis I pulled out of her ass, stuffed her mouth, and jizzed with her head smushed against the wall. This was before moving to Latin America and then Asia and finding progressively more slutty cultures and women.

Emme: What makes you stick your cock in a girl's ass?

MJ: If a girl has a nice ass it will just make its way there. My cock finds assholes and goes in. That's about it.


Emme: How old were you the first time you masturbated?

MJ: ha ha, about 4 years old.


Emme: How big is your dick?

(MJ takes it out) Wow, that's really a massive pole of meat. Can I suck on it for you?

Emme: mmmmmmmphhhh mphhhhhhhhh mphhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh

Wow, that was great. You shot so much cum. I need a shower or a swimming pool after this interview.

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Bongos

there in front of the computer
with pron hub and slutload
blasting
your neighbor is banging
her bongos again
so fuck her
you jerk it
drink you're cappuccino
smoke cigarettes
then get up the balls
to knock on the door
with your hard cock out
and jizz on her
when she opens:
"stop banging those bongos."