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I am writing MILKED BY THE YETI in installments on literaryporn.net (the companion site to #LPRTG and moctezumajohnson.com)

I’ve released the first two installments and the OUTLINE. I think it will be fun to write this in a totally transparent manner. You can see me succeed or you can see me fail, or most likely land somewhere in the middle. I mean, how can a snowed in story with an abominable snowman and a Russian Slut with big tits not be a grand winner?

Go ahead and have a look.

OUTLINE of BOOK ONE:

INSTALLMENT ONE of MJ’s Milked by the Yeti ONE

INSTALLMENT TWO of MJ’s Milked by the Yeti TWO

INSTALLMENT THREE of MJ’s Milked by the Yeti THREE

INSTALLMENT FOUR of MJ’s Milked by the Yeti FOUR

 

 

EXTRA EXTRA READ ALL ABOUT IT:

An awesome writer, a writer of genius and sex appeal, has expressed interest in writing BOOK two of the fucking yeti series I’ve begun here.

 

 

Callie Press does not rest on her laurels. She writes. She said she’d get behind the wheel for a ride on MILKED BY THE YETI and sure ’nuff, here the thing is. Good news, indeed, little newspaper-selling sir!

Also, with Callie’s posts, she has really taken this “be transparent about how you write” stuff far. Her intros and asides are awesome. We are getting tons of positive feedback. Enjoy!

BOOK TWO:

INSTALLMENT ONE of Callie’s Milked by the Yeti ONE

INSTALLMENT TWO of Callie’s Milked by the Yeti TWO

INSTALLMENT THREE of Callie’s Milked by the Yeti THREE

INSTALLMENT FOUR of Callie’s Milked by the Yeti FOUR

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Callie Press and Moctezuma Johnson each milked out a book of yeti

You know what, somebody has to make a trailer of these MILKED BY THE YETI books.

 

BOOK THREE by Moctezuma Johnson

Part One

Part Two

Part Three 

Part Four

 

And Finally, Book Four by Callie Press has begun!

Part One

 

(if any links are bad please let me know in the comments and try searching on literaryporn.net, thanks^^)

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Why a model modelling in a block of ice is appropriate makes more sense when you read part 1 of Book 4

 

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From the Confessions of a Whore Trilogy – This scene from Book 1 takes place somewhere in Anytown, USA

 

Neil was munching on a green tea ice cream out of the cup and I was eating an ice pop called Vanilla Quickie from a company called “Lil’ Sugar.”

Neil was staring at me, so I gave him a show. I held the red berry ice pop up to my mouth. My lips were parted, and my tongue was slightly out. Like Lenny, I looked like I was panting from the heat. He was panting cause of the sun, but me, no, it was different. I was hungry for a big, hard cock. In my mind, I was getting it. I was panting as I brought the big, dripping ice pop toward by open mouth. I licked from the very bottom of the shaft all the way to the top while staring into Neil’s eyes. As I repeated this full-length lick while holding the stick at the base I craned my head left and right. Then I put the tip in my mouth and sucked on it. It was so cold against my lips. My hot tongue melted the frozen cream. I pulled it out, “Yum!” I said.  The cream was sweet and tasty.

“You’re too much,” he answered.

“Am I?” I taunted him. I shoved the entire length of the thing into my mouth until the ice pop disappeared into the back of my throat. Only the stick was hanging out from my closed lips. I stared at Neil and he looked annoyed. I put on my sad puppy eyes and then pulled the length of it back out of my mouth. In a sweet baby voice I said, “Baby wishes she had something bigger and harder to suck on.”

“Baby!” Neil chided me. He looked down into his ice cream. “Come on, you’re not a whore!”

Vanilla Quickie

Something about this “Vanilla Quickie” ice cream changed me

I laughed. “Okay, you’re no fun, you know that?”

I ate “properly” the rest of the way, peering out at the boring, quaint town of South Pampton. We strolled home, slowly. Lenny was still panting. I looked down at him understandingly. I had been bitten. It was done. Between the hunk whose hands never touched me, the ice pop, and the nasty feeling in my gut, I had to do something.

I tried to let this feeling pass. It just wouldn’t go away. I would be at the supermarket in the aisle with the chocolate syrup and imagine the stock boy spraying it all over my chest. I would be reading a book in the bookstore and want to rip off my clothes and finger myself right there with the book resting on my pelvis.

While with Neil in the copy shop I wanted to be railed by the automaton making a photo copy of one of his geek achievements, something or other about being the Renegade Music Pirate of the Year or something I didn’t care about. All the machines pounded in their robotic, repetitive back and forth. It was too much for me. I wanted to be railed by an automaton. I wanted a fucking machine to do me over and over again until I was trembling. I was jealous of the sex life of a room full of copy machines. I mean, I was so aroused by all this copying that I would have let R2D2 finger me with his gyroscope thingy that plugs in and cracks imperial codes while C3PO diddled my ass with his gold-tipped toe.

That night I went for a bike ride. I rode to Lorna Morris’ house. Her boyfriend was in the back fixing a broken outdoor table umbrella. The shaft was stuck in through the hole of an outdoor table and jammed stuck in the base. I imagined the solid wood shaft of the umbrella going in and out of the hole in the table. Everything was sexy. I was wet. Not damp. Wet. Unbearably wet. Everything was sex.

Inside, I saw Lorna adding the last bits of clothes to the laundry basket.

I sat on the washing machine and spread my legs. I moved to the dryer, which was shaking like a lucky girl getting cunnilingus. I felt the shake and the warmth and inched that much closer to climax. When Lorna came in and saw me legs spread on her bucking machine she threw the basket to the ground. The dirty clothes spilled out everywhere. She got down and let her amazing tongue relieve the pussy-ache. She worked magic on my swollen clit. Tongue, lips, teeth, everything she did felt great. The machine buzzed and whirred to a shaky cataclysmic stop. It vibrated. Lorna licked. She fingered. She teased. My orgasm built and built and built some more.

I was on the verge of squirting across the room. Her boyfriend burst in, I guess he’d heard the buzz, and seeing him and his bulging muscles sent me over the edge. I grabbed the shelf above me so hard I dislodged it from the wall. As I came, I got showered in cascading fabric softener sheets. “So you finally seduced her, Lorn,” her boyfriend said. He walked back out, leaving the laundry room door wide open.

I rode back home feeling the bicycle seat under me. My sex was pushing against the seat like I was neatly in the right place. Orgasm had cleared my thoughts. I was calm. I knew what I had to do.

(continue reading this hot Asian-American RomanceI Am Not a Whore, At Least Not Yet by Emme Hor)

 

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Emme’s To Do List: Have someone write “I Am Not a Whore” in cum on my bust and photograph! Who do I know that cums that much?

TRIVIA/FUN FACT: Later cum erupts out of a cock, drips down the shaft, and looks like vanilla ice cream dripping down a cone.

 

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Kindle Erotic Books read by Brittany in I Am Not a Whore, At Least Not Yet! from the Confessions of a Whore Series.

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How to Convince Your Girlfriend to Let Me Face Fuck Her | #Facefucking #DeepthroatDecember #LPRTG | aka How to Cheat

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 Aka, How to Cheat, How to Steal a Girl and Fuck her Throat with Reckless Abandon

We already covered how to get her to let you face fuck her but now we’re covering the way more important bit about how to get me to jam cock into your girlfriend’s mouth. It’s really not all that hard to seduce your latent slut and get her kneeling and gagging. There are just a few things to consider and she’ll be eating my nut-butter in minutes. Most hot girls are unlikely to want to disrupt any good atmosphere. So get the party started. The first thing is to get her laughing. Once they start having fun they are really not remiss to eat my cum. After getting your girl to laugh, and while making her chuckle, I get her really drunk. Now I start rubbing her ass, her back, her shoulders, her hand, her nipples, her tits, her pussy, and then her asshole. The whore has been dying for deep-dicking all night, so getting her to stay with me isn’t hard. Watch the way her eyes dart around the bar, she’s looking for dick — and mine is going to be pounding her tonsils while you’re home watching youjizz.com and touching yourself (now that you’re reading this, you will be defiling my girl soon while I watch porn and jerk it).

After the bar is nearly empty, I take your bitch outside and push her against the wall. We kiss. My cock is already out. I shove her down. Her eyes open wide and my pole pounds against her tonsils. She makes a heaving sound and then throws herself at my cock, choking herself, impaling herself — I don’t know why girls do this. Perhaps she likes the challenge of deepthroating a massive cock. Perhaps she cannot accept failure. I help her along by pushing her head against the wall and doing it to her. I see something in her eyes, a twinkle. She loves having an alpha male show her her place. She loves getting used hard. She’s sure of her role. She’s discovering herself. She enjoys submitting. She wants to serve. She’s ho. She’s calm.

I pull out and smack her with my cock. She stumbles back and her head knocks against the wall. I am about to say sorry when I realize she’s so turned on. “You like that, huh?”

She says, “I love big cock.”

I shake my head while looking down at her. “Then suck it,” I say.

“Cum in my mouth, baby,” she says. “I want to taste it.”

Slobber drips from my shaft onto the pavement. She is ready to fully submit and get face fucked how I dream it this time. She lets it bang deep down, her chin on my balls, her nose in my pubes, her throat wrapped tightly around the shaft of my cock. She’s nothing but my fantasy.

She looks hot getting her throat stuffed. I hold her head and blast off inside of her. She moans as each spurt erupts.

BONUS:

When a blowjob is good enough I hear steel drums in my head and my teeth fall out. It’s like my head has been filled with helium and I float over the clouds for a few minutes in post-fellatial space-travel. Me, the protein, and the pleasure principle take a cumulonimbus-dance and then I return to Earth, back to my body, kick the bitch out, and sleep. Be lucky enough to get the boot!

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Her tits bloom as she gets her throat pounded. Artist’s rendition of the mental effect of deep throat on the brain of Moctezuma Johnson

 

 

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Tastefully Airbrushed for your Pleasure || What the fuck? Playboy, too? || A Guest Post by Callie Press | #LPRTG #EARTG #Playboy

WTF

I want to thank Callie for agreeing to post on my dirty little site. She’s got more balls than most men I know and also has big tits. In other words, she’s a hot, mental Futa! Let me introduce her and then make way for the juggernaut of smart that is Ms. Press. 

While Callie could barely type a word thanks to being as high as the Fuck Force Five flying to Planet Alien Relish I asked her to guest post because she was blowing my mind with these ideas that all the alpha males have gone with Joe DiMaggio and (Paul Simon is a prick by the way, unrelated) and that even Playboy — what? — has given up on nudity and fallen into the horrifying, sanitized, apathetic throes of censorship and handbag carrying pussy-men. 

GUEST POST: CALLIE PRESS (tastefully airbrushed for your pleasure) 

So I’m recovering from surgery and full of hydrocodone, which means I am tweeting endless insane DMs to MJ. As a result, when I ranted at least somewhat coherently on a subject, I got this DM in return:

Guest post for me please! Pretty please. Pretty no nudity in playboy and I carry a handbag please.

How can I refuse? That’s 3 pleases from MJ without even one mention of a gagging blowjob or a gaping ass fuck, so I know he really, really meant it. Besides, I’d do it for him if he asked me in any case, if I wasn’t totally absent-minded about things.

So this topic is Playboy removing nudity from the magazine. I know print is dying (I know it first hand, I used to make a living in the newspaper industry) and I guess they want to be more PC since Hef is finally aware he’s mortal. And I’m as feminist as anybody. All my life I’ve done what I wanted because that’s what men do and I didn’t care if someone said I couldn’t do something ‘because I’m a girl.’ I was never ashamed of enjoying sex even though it didn’t go over too well in my religious household or in the small towns we landed in once we left Detroit.

But won’t someone think of the CHILDREN? What kind of men are we making?

Hear me out. Yeah, porn is everywhere on the internet. And it’s trivial to hide looking at it, even if you have a prudish wife like in that atrocious and hysterically funny made-by-a-local-church movie “Fight” (trust me it’s HIGH LARIOUS). Or even if you just have a jealous wife like I can be sometimes. (I want all the attention by those who have a cock, it’s just how I’m made). And little girls and little boys both need some evidence that their dads have a pair, no matter what kind of a shrieking harpy their mother may be.

I found my dad’s playboys when I was probably 12, under the seat of his car. They were there, instead of in the house, because my mom has always been a…difficult person. And I looked at them and it didn’t traumatize me. I have older sisters; the anatomy wasn’t new, but the beauty of the anatomy was. And it made me think, wow, Dad likes women, and Mom can’t control him so much that he stops liking women.

It was a good thing to know. For a lot of men, sadly, it seems this is the closest they ever come to having a spine. For some men, as lame as it is, it’s the only sort of ‘rebellion’ or ‘alpha behavior’ they can ever manage to get away with. And did my Mom know he had Playboys? Of course she knew. Every woman knows. It’s like the only ‘boys will be boys’ thing that is really acceptable out of a man, at least after a few kids, for most women in this day and age. It’s that little spark of ‘bad boy’ that we can just knowingly smile about, even if we pretend to be offended. (Even if you are truly offended, actually.)

What's missing? Oh, my balls. Shit.

What’s missing? Oh, my balls. Shit.

Not any more though. Now if you want to see a tasteful naked woman, you have to do it on the internet. Yeah, that happens, right? Kids can’t learn about males’ natural drives in such an innocent and healthy way. Hell, the first time my husband ever saw a naked woman was when he found his dad’s cache of playboys…how many grown men can say the same thing? A lot of you. Someday that will be none. They’ll only get what they see on the internet, which is of course in a frantic race to reach the bottom. Tomorrow’s men won’t learn by seeing lovingly shot, carefully airbrushed, tasteful nudity. Their first glimpse of a naked woman will probably be stumbling on gangbang sites or something that really can dehumanize women who like sex. There’s no personal context unless it’s like fifteen seconds of the hot wife and hubby on the couch saying the same things as the last fifty couples who sat on the couch.

What it’s going to do is just neuter most men even more than they already have been neutered. I’m not saying I want a world full of alpha males, but this is the kind of thing that puts the boot on the alphas’ necks and makes betas out of them. The good men who happen to be alphas are stuck pretending not to be. The actual alphas that are left ‘in the wild’ are going to be the sociopaths, and it’s going to make women even more susceptible to them than we already are.

I want men to have the chance to buy their ‘dirty magazines’ or whatever and let their wives and girlfriends know, maybe you can TAME me, but you can’t CASTRATE me. I’m glad my hubby still has his god damn Carmen Electra issue, even if it makes me so jealous I want to slap her. If he isn’t enjoying how women look, he sure as hell isn’t enjoying how I look.

Let the boys look, for fuck’s sake. It’s good for everybody.

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Callie Press is the genius who created Butterface, as if you didn’t know that. Also, she be hot and gives great head.

 

Saint to Slut – Is your girl a slut? | Tricks to ascertain her status

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There’s nothing like making a girl go saint to slut

Defiling an innocent girl and getting her to impale herself on your dick is one of the great joys of sex. Another moment of bliss is watching the titties pop out. Watching panties come off is also a moment of glory, but I digress.

How to know if the girl you’re dealing with is a slut

A lot of women are sluts, so chances are you’re in the capable, good hands of one. Most women, and all great women, possess and inner slut who is dying to bust out of that conservative facade, grab you by the balls, and cream all over your dick. But before your ram it up her poop-chute, you may want to test the saint to slut waters first. I find this little trick quite helpful. Set a time limit the first time you talk to a girl. Ask her what her name is in the first twenty-five seconds and ask for a kiss twenty seconds later. If she kisses you then, you’ve likely got yourself a winner. I’m not saying that within a minute she will be in the bathroom kneeling and holding cock in her hand, but at this point it’s pretty safe to say she is leaning more towards whore than prude. If she is a whore, you’re ready to thrive in all aspects of my how-to series. The key thing to remember is that the transformation from saint to slut will not only make you happy, but it will fulfill a burning desire deep inside her too. And she will thank you for revealing her inner whore.

The How To Series – Useful Relationship Advice

This stuff works, guys. You can wipe your ass with Cosmo. The new world order has reduced men to whining little bitches. Yes, me too! I’m on a mission to reclaim my balls and stuff in the mouths of the masses. Come join me. Ladies welcome too!

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Women with big tits tend to be sluttier. Thank you, slutty women. Thank you. We love when you go Saint to Slut. We are grateful.

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How to convince your girlfriend to give up her ass | #InstructionalSeries #SexManual #HowToSex

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Anal (How to convince your girlfriend to give up her ass) – Part of the How to Series

Part of the How-to Instructional Series by Moctezuma Johnson

How can you not want to give this juicy ass anal?

First, if you’re easily offended, I don’t suggest that you read this (unless you’re a masochist and want to feel offended). Now, for those of you still with me, this is the most useful article you may ever read.

Every time I approach my girlfriend with my desire to defile her asshole, to rip her sphincter up, to make the slut into an anal whore, to sodomize her until her Montgomery bumps bloom, I get the same answer: “tomorrow.” Then tomorrow I get a reprise of the “no” refrain and wonder if I’m in some kind of endless no-anal loop. It’s depressing. I’m stuck in an endless promise of tomorrow. It’s like a bad link that redirects and redirects.

I know that in many ways she means well: she wants to please me, doesn’t want to disappoint me, yet isn’t sure she can tolerate taking my big cock up her ass. How can I change her mind? How can I make her want it?

I am no fool. I understand that it hurts her to take cock up in through the out door, but I also know that sometimes she’ll do it for me. Thus, I must figure out what’s the difference between getting her ass and having it denied me.

SETTING UP ANAL SEX

“It’s depressing. I’m stuck in an endless promise of tomorrow. Stuck in a no-anal loop.”

There is a lot of skill involved in getting her to let your big cock up her tight ass. It’s no small matter. It hurts, it can leave her constipated, sore, and walking a bit strange. It scares her, and it’s one session without the sure pleasure of clitoral stimulation. So you need to do a few things, most of them unrelated with sex. First, you need to addict her to all that princess stuff you are capable of. Get her dependent on your compliments, little baby words, and whatnot. Then pull it away. Subconsciously, make her aware that you could start up a relationship with someone else, and make her realize that she needs all that sugar that drips effortlessly out of your mouth. Subtly, make the connection that if she gives up her ass, she’ll get more sugar than she’s ever seen. Note, this must be done subtly, subconsciously, or she’ll feel cheap and feel like you’re trying to use or disrespect her. If she catches on to what you’re up to, you’re in a shitpile of trouble. So do it right.

Example (a very simplistic example):

“You’re my little princess, baby,” you say and stroke her hair romantically.

She says, “I love it when you talk to me like that.”

You, imagining your cock up her ass, blurt, “Why don’t you spread that asshole open so I can fuck it?”

She pulls away and looks at you like you’re a dirty pervert. Which, of course, you are.

as opposed to

“You want to be my little princess, baby?’ You stroke her hair romantically.

“Of course.”

“I want to be as close to you as possible.” Massage her. I mean all of her, don’t just go sticking your fingers in her asshole. Massage her elbows, her knees, the balls of her feet, her temples, her neck, her lower back, and then her ass-cheeks. Kiss her neck and ears gently. This is the best part for her. Don’t think the best part for her is when her tight sphincter has to open up to allow something in where it’s more accustomed to going out. Show her she can trust you to be soft and gentle. Show her that anal is more intimate and deeper than other kinds of sex. Yes she may want you to fuck her ass like a beast later, but now is all about trust. Show her you can be entrusted with her delicate ass. Her trust in you will overcome the fear that’s holding her back. Now you are ready to see if this is your chance. As you massage her asscheeks spread them open and let your fingers graze against her pussy lips and her anus. If she doesn’t wiggle away, you can stick one finger in gently and say: “You can be my little princess.” This makes the connection between princess and ass-stimulation (often the essential link). Simply say: “I’ll be gentle, don’t worry.”

(see the difference from the first example?)

This is the key: set up a relationship where she feels like she may lose you and/or your sugary love if she doesn’t keep you happy. Then make her feel safe and not scared by her decision to trust you. Once she’s going to give it to you don’t get all out of control. Be slow, rub her asshole, lick it, lube it up. Take your time with everything and when you start, don’t force it in. Let her come back into it. Getting the head in is the hardest part for her. At this point, follow all conventional anal sex wisdom. This you can look up. My service to you is the mental part: the persuasion/coercion of your girlfriend/wife. This is where I excel. I want to share my successes with you.

Now, once you’re all the way up her ass, she is all yours. There’s no turning back for her, so fuck her ass as hard as you like and tell her that she’s your anal pig.

Good luck!

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Bimbo Honor | a poem of respect for women of all kinds, from prudes to sluts

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her tits are torpedoes and ETFs:
double F tits
she never pays for a thing,
a triple A credit rating
from Davao to Madagascar
even on the island of Java
they kneel to this Queen bitch
carve statues in her esteemed
breasty bimbo honor

yet the puritan-looking office girl
riding the train with blouse buttoned to neck
she’s the one that will take a bukkake
and kneel for every whim of her boss
while double F girl
hasn’t had cock
since 2009
and is happier that way
 POEM by MOE JOE JOHN$ON
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