Master's Cumpig and Whore

I am proud to be your property, my master. I am proud to be your slave. Tweak those fingers up my ass and I will gladly open up my cheeks. I will bent over over and show you my cum pig glow. Oh yes, I will stick up my tonque on your balls, twirl around those balls till it tickles you. I will suck at the roots of your balls. Please sodomize me, my master. Jam that monster tool of your deep into me till i scream and gush.You may pull out and shove that cock into my mouth, master -- i will suck my ass off of it for you then eat up all your yummy cumshot. i will do anything to keep you, my master.

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.

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."