she's on the phone
to her boyfriend
nodding and saying,
"ah, ah," while
my cock pounds
the back of her throat
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24 February 2011
19 February 2011
signing infidelity agreements
you know my girlfriend
then
is a piece of shit
you know because she's
always angry, a time bomb
that explodes over and over
again, yet
no matter how angry
or, because of how angry,
she'll act more and more depraved
they say money talks
and pussy screams
no more angry bjs
and trashing each other
then
she came over at 6:30 am
after I'd closed the bar
a downed a few bottles of beer
I was fast asleep
had to use a fire extinguisher
after emptying the ashtrays
had to use soap to my elbow
after cleaning up a bag of puke
left in a bag
she's upset I'm tired
accuses me of fucking another jenny
all night
this is perfect for you, she says,
I make you mad and you call
her
and you fuck her ass
and you make her eat it
and you make her drip
out her ass
your cream
into her hand
from her asshole
then into her mouth
your cream
cause i made you mad
i give you an excuse to use her.
look at you, so happy
she bangs her head into the wall
reaches for a knife
from under the sink
i grab her wrist,
get to work
or you'll be late
and to the elevator
then she looks back
at me
at my raging hard on
she walks back, drops
her bags to the floor
don't make the floor dirty,
kneel at the front door!
she swallows my mad penis
i watch the elevator
kneel at the front door!
she swallows my mad penis
i watch the elevator
her bags on the ground
she inhales it deep.
she makes eye contact
that's it
that's how you suck a cock
you wanna eat jizz?
she nods while deepthroating
i will fill you with cream
just like i do to her
just like i do to her
she makes a wretching sound
i hold her cheeks
i hold her forehead
watch her bottom lip hit my balls
she makes more wretching sound
oh yeah, the pig's about to eat jizz
i unload all my frustrations, my wit's end
into her mouth, she swallows it
each swallow milking my cock further
each swallow a plea, a cry for help
a petition asking me not to seek another ass
another mouth, another cunt
to use
i object:
my cream alleges it's innocence
in the matter, so clean and white,
my cream paints her with it's okay
if i pound cunts every night
before getting to you
i pump every last drop of
request for infidelity into her belly
my cream paints her with it's okay
if i pound cunts every night
before getting to you
i pump every last drop of
request for infidelity into her belly
pull cock out slowly, again
she signs that pleading document
with that sound, that mmmmphhhhh
runs in the house, to the bathroom sink
and pukes
she comes back to the hallway:
she crawls out of the house
i watch her through the peep-hole,
she stands up, smooths out, and
waits for the elevator
i make sure the whore gets in
and goes down
06 February 2011
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
19 January 2011
03 January 2011
14 September 2010
triangle? rhombus?
my girlfriend
sent me a photo
from her phone
to mine
of her sucking
on another cock
it got me really hard
while another girl
sucked mine.
sent me a photo
from her phone
to mine
of her sucking
on another cock
it got me really hard
while another girl
sucked mine.
19 August 2010
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.
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.
01 April 2010
sex, tits, ass cheeks
spread, opened, pried
forced, jimmy'd
i need face fucking
her skull banging
in her head as i ravage
her against a wall
31 March 2010
A great face-fucking last night!! | Tonsils Beaten, Throat Engorged with Dick, Stairway Public Humiliation | Poem by Moctezuma Johnson
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the slut. there was a corner of the stairway;
her head was stuck in it. i lined up my cock
and went to work on her: shoving it
in and out of her mouth, pulling her head
so that it would get into her throat
poke past her tonsils and slither down.
she was trapped, it was simply a matter
of moving the cock in the correct position
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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."
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
"stop banging those bongos."
30 March 2010
I took her on the stairs (edited)
into cold steel rail
of the abandoned building,
the old art gallery.
some ancient korean
sculpture
in the dark
watched
us. a couple walked by
on the main road
in front of us:
the bitch's heels clicking
the man in a bland suit
the bitch dreaming of big cock
the man insecure of small dick
me in this slut's cunt
her head now between
rungs of the railing
me between strokes railing
her. hard, deep, with
balls of steel. kneel, bitch
i shoot ropes onto her hair
and nose and chin.
no tissue, i make her walk
back to the car
with me all over her
don't wipe it off, i said
never, she said. we
pass the chic galleries
the bitch and man,
my slut looked
in the mirror in the car:
i'm pretty. i turn to her,
with cum on your face you are
26 March 2010
sexy and intelligent cum-eating sluts
i mean, seriously
how many of those do you know?
she kneels down
this jenny sucks my big meat.
i had to explain what meat is.
16 March 2010
trying to break up
i backed her up
against the wall
pumped in and out
she slapped at my thigh
i want to do it again
but vowed to take a break
from her--
i cannot give in
i want to break from her,
lured by her nose in my belly
slapping my thigh
taking it deep;
i cannot give it.
she says she hates being
face fucked.
a week later she admitted:
"you face fucked me
in that pizze shop stairwell."
"i know, i won't do it anymore."
"i loved it," she said. "i will do anything
for you, my Master. she kneeled down.
here we go again
for you, my Master. she kneeled down.
here we go again
15 February 2010
privacy issues
I wonder if people who see this blog recognize that ass as the ass of my girlfriend? Is it easy to see a naked ass with marker stuffed in it and say, "oh, yeah that's so and so from the dinner party last night?" I don't really think it's that easy. My girlfriend seems to think it is and that I should take everything down. I took all things with her face down, but I'm leaving the body parts for everyone to enjoy. She's a weird girl. She'll suck me off in public, but doesn't want her ass on my blog. Does that make sense to anyone?
02 February 2010
fucked on the service line
we're on the court,
at the service line.
you're on your hands
and knees
ass up, face looking out
into the stands
where people have
gathered to see a tennis
match. instead, they
see your face wrinkled
into the agony of sodomy
by monster cock, into the
pain of ass-splitting ass pound,
into the pleasure
of public humiliation.
you, slut, look up at the
jumbotron tv and see
a close up:
cock up ass
massive cock
stretched out asshole
and barely can connect
that that jumbo slut
is you.
it's at this point that you're yanked around
and into a spray of hot cum. the crowd,
it cheers.
at the service line.
you're on your hands
and knees
ass up, face looking out
into the stands
where people have
gathered to see a tennis
match. instead, they
see your face wrinkled
into the agony of sodomy
by monster cock, into the
pain of ass-splitting ass pound,
into the pleasure
of public humiliation.
you, slut, look up at the
jumbotron tv and see
a close up:
cock up ass
massive cock
stretched out asshole
and barely can connect
that that jumbo slut
is you.
it's at this point that you're yanked around
and into a spray of hot cum. the crowd,
it cheers.
31 January 2010
the movies
she invited me to the movies
and I'm happy
cause I can't wait
to shove her face down
into my cock
and make her suck it
with all those people around
21 January 2010
A cycle of pleasure
yelled at me in publici took the cunt down
into an underground shopping arcade
there was a pool hall
and a golf practice center
where you hit the ball into
a net, two fee
t away
t away
(never understood who enjoys that).
people all around,
she obediently kneeled
and said sorry --
with my cock dangling in her face.
i said, suck it, you stupid fucking pig.
oh yeah, that's how a bitch says sorry
get it down your throat. stop gagging.
while balls deep, people walked by --
one guy stepping outside to chat
with his wife, he saw her bobbing
on my big fat cock, eyes tearing --
the more she does these things
the more they look down on her
the more they look down on her
the more she does these things.
people all around,
she obediently kneeled
and said sorry --
with my cock dangling in her face.
i said, suck it, you stupid fucking pig.
oh yeah, that's how a bitch says sorry
get it down your throat. stop gagging.
while balls deep, people walked by --
one guy stepping outside to chat
with his wife, he saw her bobbing
on my big fat cock, eyes tearing --
the more she does these things
the more they look down on her
the more they look down on her
the more she does these things.
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18 January 2010
Railed on the railing
I took her on the stairspushed her naked breast
into cold steel rail
of the abandoned building
the old art gallery
some sculpture there
in the dark
like a person watching
us. a couple walked by
the bitch's heels clicking
the man in a bland suit.
me in this slut's cunt
rungs of the railing
me between strokes railing
her. hard, deep, with
balls of steel. kneel, bitch
i shot ropes onto her hair
and nose and chin
then made her walk the chic
pass back to the car
with me all over her
don't wipe it off, i said
never, she said. she looked
in the mirror in the car
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