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

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.

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

every morning was Ali v. Foreman in my ex-wife's slut mouth

i found a photo like George Foreman pounding the heavy bag

in Zaire. look at this photo, a wave of relief comes over me

that i'm rid of 8-10 shots and pull out:

every morning i'd wake her up 

slam cock

down her throat 

hold her in place 

cock-pound

till the gag mpppph spits out

till she tears up 

till she tries to wobble out of the 

juggernaut, the cockernaut,

it's futile, pig, she's alone 

image of ex-wife from old floppy disk

marked "pig"

from an obsolete camera 

this bitch withstanding dents in the leather punch bag

she's my zahir and i'm focusing
training

every morning she takes the same beating

jam in a floppy

take 8 to 10  shots brutally. i'm sick of her,

my aggression lands square on her palatine tonsils

like young George

her body is my hotel in a foreign land

her head is my gym

her mouth is my boxing ring

her throat is my opponent

in the red corner

head backed against the wall

ears in my hands, hair wrapped over a clenched fist

she drools and the tears drip down her face now

she submits, finally, and her throat opens 

like a flower getting pollinated
or a building imploding
by dynamite taped to load bearing columns 

i'm balls deep now, puta,
i'm a wrecking ball demolishing your inner worth
cry, puta, cry

you're going down for the count

palate, epiglottis, trachea. i'm

the heavyweight champion of her throat

undisputed.

i must be the greatest!

"why do you treat me like this, not like your wife?"
"Cause you're a fat, ugly, useless pig."

look at that tramp

from moctezuma's tumblr archives (see more below)

look at that sweet little bra
those tits aren't going to hide
once i rip it off of you
and slap your breast meat, pig

look at that hot little ass
that face isn’t going to be so calm
once my massive cock
is up that ass, slut

look at those cute little eyes
that mouth is going to be stretched
once my cock pounds
into your throat, whore

look at those sweet little arms
those wrists will be bruised
after you're bound
and made to eat nut, bitch

trying to break up (again)

she always said she hated being

face fucked.

then once she was in front of me

i slammed her back

against the wall

she slapped at my thigh.

too late, slut!

the cock already kicked

her tonsils around.

a mmmmmphhhhhhh-like

gagging sound came out

i mounted her throat

slammed for all we were worth

all the fights, cheating, yelling, 

screaming

i face fucked it all out of her

leaving nothing left

my jizz deposited to her belly.

i sat down on a little bench,

i know you hate being face fucked 

no, she said, i loved it

i feel reborn

New Poem "If" at Mad Swirl.

a dance of stuffed mouths and left earrings

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Poem for the Yellow Mama

many of you responded to my query to write a hate or love poem (see sidebar on the right for more info). Here's the result of one, click the image to ZOOM!

Here is Comes

yellow mama there

in beer

swimming yellow bottle

yellow bikini mama

the copertone dog

bite. the tan line. the

bikini mama yanking

her own bikini off

tits loud and spicy

pubes awake

You slut! You whore!

You wonderful panting bitch

get down here in front of me

kneel. tongue out. kneel

go head down, into the floor

at my feet

now turn

reach back

spread those big ass cheeks

wide open

take a deep fucking breath

(see more of yellow mama)

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