Steak and BJ Day – A short short story

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Steak and BJ Day – A short short Story

B. Manwhore – The Steak was Overcooked but the BJ was Raw

Story by Moctezuma Johnson

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“Honey, what’s this book you have here?”

“What book? I didn’t leave any book.”

“You sure? Black book with red trim? Picture of a buxom bimbo on the front kneeling in front of a man in a suit? It says it’s by B. Manwhore. You know him?”

“Never heard of him.”

Curious as I always was, I flipped open the pages and will never be the same. I guess this is what some feel when they peruse the work of Moctezuma Johnson, like their virginity itself had been raped viciously, and that’s what I felt upon opening the heavy satin pages of this discarded smutpunk. When I opened the pages, I smelled the distinct odor of vanilla as dust puffed out the book.

“Where did it come from?” I called out to my wife.

“If you want to talk, come in here. I’m sick of yelling across the apartment.”

My wife was never any help in my rambling curiosity, but I was sure I had not left any book here on the table beside the couch. I would remember a red and black satin cover like this too. This was new. It was beautiful.

I flipped through the pages and will try to summarize what I saw and read. My mouth hung open as I read. I felt so excited that I could feel the muscles behind my balls aching they were working so hard. It was a bizarre feeling but it was also great. I was sweating at the upper lip, my legs were shaking, and my heart was beating fast.

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In the book was a gorgeous woman with smooth skin, big phat butt cheeks that any renaissance sculptor would be dying to carve in stone, and steely piercing blue eyes. This woman with the cold eyes of a killer was there and my wife, the one who had never seen this book, was hugging her. My wife was a good looking woman, she kept herself yoga fit and this other woman’s caramel hands squeezed by wife’s fine booty and then their tongues came together. The sharp tip of the woman’s tongue met my wife’s tongue and then disappeared in her mouth. They kissed ravenously and then a voice told the caramel hands to take my wife’s top off. If you are wondering how I could be sure it was my wife in this book, rest assured it was easy. They called her by her name, Jisoo, and the book was live. As I looked at it I saw it. It was really happening in my mind, like a memory. It was better than TV or Movie or Netflix or Youtube. It was realer. And Smutpunker. And as Deliza kissed my wife’s big Asian tits I saw her beauty mark right on the side boob. Behind the two women enlaced in foreplay was a man standing in front of a stove. He was B. Manwhore. Nobody knew what the B. stood for. They all called him B. Maybe he had a white-boy name like Brent or Bryan, or maybe it was more exotic like Booker or Belaji. Anyway, B. Manwore was a big man of nondescript background. He may have been white, he may have been Latino, maybe he was from the Middle East. It was hard to tell but he was commanding. He watched the girls get each other hot, kissing, necking, sucking on each others tits. Deliza’s breasts were magnificent. They were big and squishy yet still firm even though they were much bigger than my wife’s pair. Deliza held them around Jissoo’s face and kissed her cleavage and all the ample side boob that squashed around Jisoo’s eye cavity and nose. Jisoo was drowning in big black boobs and loving it. She was fingering her pussy and B. Manwhore was grinning from ear to ear. He lowered his pants and a massive cock popped out. It was like a bean stalk. It was so big it must have had different area codes. He winked at me, I guess he knew I was watching through the book. He snapped his fingers and the girls stopped sucking on each other and obediently kneeled in front of Manwhore. The more he controlled by wife and this other delicious woman the more aroused I became. I liked seeing Jisoo under the sexual hypnosis of another man. I was at once jealous and excited. My stomach was racing with emotions.

My wife watched as Deliza struggled to get half his massive dick into her throat. Manwhore handed my wife two steaks off the frying pan. As Deliza tried to suck his massive dick my wife obediently fed Manwhore steak, animalistically. He ate the whole slap by ripping piece by piece out of my wife’s delicate hands. The Manwhore was a beast.

Finally, after he had jizzed on Deliza’s shaved slit. Deliza sat on the kitchen table while my wife licked his cum off of her. Meanwhile she was on her hands and knees, offering herself to him. He took her from behind and made her scream. My wife throws her head back when she cums. Her breasts were shaking, her ass was spread, and Manwhore pounded her pussy hard and deep from behind. Jisoo had licked up all the cum from Deliza’s shaved snatch and that’s when Manwhore pushed all the way inside of her hard and held his dick up there. Jisoo threw her head back and moaned.

I closed the book. I was sweating profusely. I stood up and looked at the stove. There were two pans with the fatty remnants of a steak being cooked.

“Honey? Did you cook a couple of steaks today?”

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THE END

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POEM: Can’t friends sometimes give friends blowjobs?

For Cassia

she’s still trying
to break up with me
every time i leave
her alone
she texts goodbye
then she’s swallowing
my cock into her throat
she’s got no gag-reflex
and says things like,
“can’t friends sometimes
give friends blowjobs?”

Roller-skates Blowjob – Funny Porn

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Funny Porn: Roller-skates Blowjob by cute blonde

I thought that Emme Hor was the only one awesome enough to create images so subversive and sexy. She does create some hot scenes in her Smutpunk On Skates Series.

 

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Poem: Did her in the Parking Lot

i did her in the car
in the parking lot
in the basement
of the tower i live in

in the shadows
in a remote parking space
under the supermarket
in the shadows

i did her in the car
first she blew me
from the passenger side
leaning over by the steering wheel

then she blew me out
the window
i stood next to the car
pumped her mouth

then she got in
that delicious slut
her ass alone
hanging out the window

it was surreal to see ass
hanging out the window of my car
supple porcelain ass
i photographed it hanging

like a dog desperate for some air
i did her hard, drilling
my monster cock into her hole
until she shook and called out my name

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Thank you, sir. Please cum again.

we’ve never met before

but choose a waffle house

as our rendezvous

cause coffee and hash browns

are sexy

she waits standing with her ass

against a table

she works there

she’s the manager, closing

i came in the door she’s left unlocked

as soon as I see her

i throw her down

as soon as i see her

her panties are off

at her ankles

with her jean shorts

her shoulders are pinned

her legs are up

over my shoulders

both her hands are under her ass

offering her cunt to me

but i spit on it

instead spike cock up her ass

the lights are on and anyone driving by can see

the sexy glasses wearing manager

getting fucked with laminated menus

sticking to her sweaty naked back

with her tank top up and her titties shaking

nipples jiggling on top like a cherry on gelatin

she’s grunting and moaning

holding her ass up for my pleasures

I reach down and take her aface and say,

“You’re a delicious whore,”

and slap her hard across the face

her asshole clenches and coaxes out my cum

right up her asshole

her nipples bloom

a moan slips out from her gorgeous mouth

I pull my cock and before the cum leaks out

I tap her ass with a buttplug

“Hold my cum inside you,” I say.

Then I lower my face to her bald cunt

and lick her clit

Her knees close on me

her pussy is my late night waffle snack

I leave my tongue flat against it

I don’t move it

she kind of grinds her clit against my immobile tongue

while I reach up and grab her tits

I rub them then pull the nipples

then reach for the tabasco and steak sauce

I dump both on her clit and go back to licking

getting that sour steak sauce to tame her cunt

getting that spicy tabasco to enrage her cunt

she moans and her hips quake

she grabs my head and pushed me so hard

i swim in her cuntlips and my nose is against her clit

before i regain my bearings and let her rub her clit to orgasm

shaking, shrieking, waffle house orgasm

right there on the table

her body flails like a fish out of water

until her hands drop her own ass

down to the table with a thud

i crash into the booth

pants still down

she rolls over and lowers her mouth onto my cock.

 

 

 

 

 

 

A Poem: Dodge Ball Blowjob

Dodge Ball Blowjob

by Moctezuma Johnson

she was my first definition of hot
tits burst from her clothes
like water balloons thrown
at pool parties
like fast-pitched softballs
ringing from the sound of metal bat
when she was twelve
she gave a blowjob to a classmate
during a game of dodge ball.
i had a crush on her ever since
in my twenties i drank and smoked
together on her couch years later
her bustier sister
and my current girlfriend
slept in her bed
i finally got her
blouse open
and nearly jizzed
cupped her breasts
kissed her like i wanted to to at 13
at 14 at 15
adult now, her bush was gold
adult now, my cock was silver
we were global FEDEX trade
dual state back channel fucking
on her couch
while her sister slept
i fucked a masterpiece
i lived my own legend
and, just like I’d seen that day,
Picasso’d all over her bulging tits

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A poem

1.
“blowjob?” i motion up to the nearby stairwell.
“no.” jynx looks down.
i touch her neck tenderly: “can’t i convince you?”
“i can’t convince you to come back to me.”
she swings her big sodomite ass
side to side like a sinewy pendulum
that keeps time of sex and orgasm
says time’s up for you and the other slut
come to me now

2.
hours later, i get a message:
i shouldn’t have left your cock
lonely
like that.

3.
minutes after the message,
i shove her head down
step forward over her
and breach her throat

4.
hours later, i get a message:
my jaw hurts, Master.

5.
minutes after that:
my thumb hurts from responding to your bullshit messages
i’m sorry, Master, she writes
i’ll come over and suck it for you
my thumb or my cock?
both, of course
you can come over and suck my thumb
while Jenny keeps sucking my cock

6.
minutes later, i pulled my thumb from jenny
and stuffed it into jynx’s mouth
savor what supremacy tastes like

 

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Women Suck at Giving Head

Women Suck at Giving Head

 

So as you can see, women think they suck better than men do. How did they get this idea, from the lies men tell them so they will suck. It’s a vicious cycle and one that needs to be fixed immediately. Both genders are guilty. Both genders can improve. Below you will find some resources to help you.

 

Important Resources:

How to Teach Your Girl to Suck Dick Well -

How to Maximize Sluttiness in his Eyes -

How to Give Good Head by Callie Press

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