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Two Poems for Sherri (aka the Ardent Rose)

A poem

love poem for sherri. i once had a chick named sherry
but let’s not get into her tight shaved slit willing ass right now
that deliciously slutty cocksucker, no, let’s write a love poem
not a sex poem, let’s write about respect, and ardent roses thank you poem
about brains bitches and ballistic missile code poems

 

Two Poems for Sherri (aka the Ardent Rose)

 

1. my kind of girl

 

there’s a woman at a digital easel

drawing silver-age-style-comics

she swipes the screen

the yellow gas mask girl yellowly slides on

then feverishly white pixels beat down black words on the page

the whole easel has become Alien Relish, guey

not the slimey protein, but the book, my book

my kind of bad-ass, smutpunk chick, chic chale

 

2. i love reviews

five stars being the anal sex of reviews

the deepthroat foreplay

the kind that makes your teeth fall out

that makes you bite your own finger

til blood flushes yourself down

the worm hole til you pop out

basted gooily in alien relish floatingly

floating the river of titty-cocks

bouncing soft squishy titties

bumping pinball sac futanari

as you float down the river

you see a girl with smutpunkadelic eyes

at an easel drawing the situation

the one from your brain, deep and cutely

as the other side of the wormhole seals

your cock explodes with digital code

a virtual verified review

thank you

 

Excerpt from Voices Carry 3 by July Cumming | @JulyCumming #LPRTG #SSRTG

Literary Porn Smutpunk

Excerpt from – Voices Carry – 3

(Taboo Forbidden Man of the House Erotica)

by July Cumming

After a week of taboo thoughts about Samantha, Tom creates a plan to get what he wants without anyone finding out. Can he manage to take her hard and without protection before her no good boyfriend gets to her first?

Once everyone had finished eating, the guys took off outside. Tom ran upstairs to get out of his slacks, and into something more comfortable. Sweats were perfect for lounging in. After changing, he came back down and they had a seat back on the couch.

So girls, another movie?” Tom asked. It was already past eight and he would need to get to bed soon after the show if he was going to use that toy.

Yeah sure dad. Since you picked the last one, and it stunk I might add, I’m choosing the next one. ‘The Clowns Have Knives’ sounds creepy. Nobody in their right mind, likes clowns,” Samantha sneered.

Sounds good Cupcake.” Tom folded his arms together and stretched out his legs. Time to relax.

As the movie played on, Tom’s eyes grew weary, and he eventually nodded off to the screams of terror.

It was half way into the film before Samantha noticed her dad had fallen asleep. She was about to nudge him, hoping he would open his eyes, but stopped herself from disturbing him. She felt herself drawn to glance down at his crotch. Tom’s dick was standing straight up under his sweatpants. Trying not to bring attention to him, Samantha quickly turned her face back towards the movie.

You see it too?” Becky whispered.

See what?” Samantha replied, hoping she was talking about the film.

Your dad is rock hard.”

I hadn’t noticed. I don’t make it a habit of looking at my dad’s junk.” Samantha replied.

Yeah right. How could you not notice that? It’s huge. Is your dad a light sleeper?” Becky asked.

I don’t think so, why?”

Let’s find out.” Becky traced her fingertip from his cock-head down to where she could no longer feel his cock underneath his pants.

Oh my God, what are you doing?” Samantha asked in an annoyed tone.

I’m seeing if he is a heavy or light sleeper. What does it look like I’m doing?” Becky continued gently caressing her finger over his shaft that was hidden under his pants. “Look, it’s twitching.”

Stop it Becky. That’s so not cool,” Samantha whispered as she watched her best friend play with her daddy’s hard-on.

I never said it was. Well it kinda is. It’s dancing on its own.” Becky smiled and gave Samantha a devilish look. “Dare you to touch it too.”

God no. That’s my dad.”

So, he’s not your real dad.”

Well he is to me. He raised me.” Samantha’s heart started to pound inside her chest.

Wouldn’t you like to feel his beast? It looks pretty big under there.” Becky reached over Tom and grabbed Samantha’s hand. She knew if she resisted, they would wake the man of the house up. Becky held Samantha’s wrist and placed her hand on top of Tom’s cock. “Go on, feel it.”

Samantha struggled to swallow her spit, making her gasp. She was absolutely mortified to what her friend was making her do. It felt like she was drowning, forgetting how to breathe. She looked into Becky’s eyes, pleading with her to let her go.

It’s not going to bite you. Relax. Feel how thick his cock is? How warm it feels under his pants? Now squeeze your palm around it.” Becky guided Samantha to do exactly what she told her to do.

This is so wrong Becky. What if one of the guys walks in? How the hell do I explain that to the guys?”

Don’t worry so much. Your dad’s prick feels so good, doesn’t it?” Becky asked, wrapping her hand around her friend’s hand. She slowly cradled Samantha’s palm around Tom’s thick shaft and pushed her hand down his dick. “Yes, that’s it. Stroke his cock. I bet he wishes he was awake for this,” she said, pulling Samantha’s hand back up. Becky gripped her hand and steadily jerked their hands multiple times over his bulge.

Samantha’s cunt throbbed in excitement as she fondled her dad in his slumber. Is this really happening? “We should stop Becky. It’s so wrong,” she stated. She didn’t really want to stop, she enjoyed touching her dad and feeling his massive prick. It sparked her forbidden desires again, but it felt awkward doing it with her best friend forcing her hand. “He’s going to wake up.”

Want me to take it out of his pants? I bet his flesh is on fire from being so hard.”

God no. You can’t do that.”

I can’t, or I shouldn’t?”

Both. That’s too risky Becky,” Samantha uttered, while her hand softly rubbed up and down her daddy’s contained shaft. She found it hard to believe how much she enjoyed touching him. The last twenty-four hours had been a blur of arousal and unethical thoughts for her dad. She didn’t think she would ever be stroking him off. This was incredible. As much as she wanted so badly to wrap her fingers around his bare skin, she couldn’t do it in front of her friend. And definitely not out in the open of their living room.

Is your pussy throbbing like mine is?” Becky asked.

Nooo. God no! This is so gross. It’s not some random guy passed out. It’s my dad for fuck sake.”

It is. I can tell just by your reply that you are thoroughly getting aroused by this. Let me take it out. Then you can at least see it.”

No. It’s not happening. And no, I’m not thrilled molesting my dad in his sleep,” Samantha replied, unaware that she was now stroking him off on her own will.

Becky had taken her hand off Samantha’s hand in hopes she would continue rubbing him on her own. She was really getting off on watching her best friend stroke Tom. Without thinking twice about it, Becky crammed Samantha’s hand down the front of his pants and placed it on his warm stiff flesh.

Holy fuck. What have you done?” Samantha asked, terrified and stunned that her fingers were now skimming her daddy’s hard cock. She was about to pull her hand out, until Becky piped up.

If you stop now, surely daddy will wake up and catch you playing with his prick. Keep the motion going.” Becky grinned. The flickering light from the horror movie playing in the background, gave an evil look to her face.

I can’t do this.” Samantha’s fingers repeatedly slid over her dad’s penis, petting him while he slept.

Yes you can. It feels warm and velvety right? I assume since you are a virgin, this is the first cock you’ve ever touched?” Becky winked, knowing full well it was.

Well yeah, I’m waiting until the party on Friday.”

You are such a naughty little virgin. Stroking off your dad while he’s asleep. Want me to pull his pants down so you can suck it?”

No! I’m putting a stop to this nonsense Becky. He’s going to wake anytime now or the guys will come barging in. I’ve done nothing wrong here. You did this.” Samantha carefully pulled her hand out from Tom’s sweats.

Oh you liked every second of it. I bet daddy’s girl would take it further if she could.”

God no. Stop. This never happened. Do you hear me?”

Whatever. I know what I saw,” Becky said, standing up from the couch. “I’m getting a drink. Do you want anything?”

Samantha wanted her dad. The size of his cock in her hand had her pussy clenching to the thoughts of it filling her up. “I’m good.” Samantha stood up and walked over to the front door to check on the work of the car. It had been awhile since the guys had been heard from. She opened the door to find the driveway clear of anything. “Um, looks like the boys have left you behind Becky. The guys were gone, as well as the car.”

A scream from the movie startled Tom awake. Unaware of how long he’d been out, he figured it was at least an hour. He sat on the sofa, waiting for his wood to go down before attempting to get up. He didn’t say a word when he heard the girls walking around.

That sucks. I guess I’m spending the night.”

I don’t think that’s such a good idea Becky. Not after what you made me do.” Samantha walked into the kitchen and grabbed a water out of the fridge.

I highly doubt your dad is going to take me home at this late hour. Do you really want me getting a ride from him?” she said, standing across from her at the island.

It’s only nine-thirty, catch the bus,” Samantha scoffed.

But it’s Sunday, remember? They aren’t running very often today. Besides, we still have to watch the rest of the movie. It was getting good too, until you stopped it.” Becky wasn’t talking about the flick.

Tom wondered what Becky made Samantha do that had her pissed off. He closed his eyes again, hoping he could find the answer.

Well, I highly doubt he’ll drive you home. It’s late and we have to get to bed.”

See, I’m spending the night. Don’t worry, I won’t say anything to him if that’s what you are worried about.”

What just happened, never happened. Understand?” Samantha still couldn’t believe what she had done to her dad. It would be a cold day in hell when she would admit she enjoyed it.

I swear, my lips are sealed,” Becky replied, motioning her fingers to lock her lips. “I know you liked it though, but I’ll let you go on pretending you didn’t.”

Back in the living room, the girls flopped down on the couch to watch the rest of the movie. It was a little disappointing for Samantha to see that her dad’s hard-on was now gone, yet relieved it wasn’t there to entice her.

Tom stretched his arms over his head and yawned, letting the girls know he was awake. “Did I miss much? I didn’t realize I was that tired,” he said as he sat up.

Yeah, you missed quite a bit Mr. Peterson. It was really good.”

Samantha leaned forward and glared at Becky. She wanted to strangle her for implying something. “No, it wasn’t. The movie’s another stinker.”

It’s good I slept through it then. How are the guys doing? Any luck on the car?” 

Well Dad, they left without saying anything. That was Becky’s ride home. I’ll be having a good talk with Blake tomorrow at school.”

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Chronicles of a Humiliation Backfired Series Excerpt from Episode #3 #EARTG #LPRTG #EROTICA @smutpunk_author

gorgeous colorful rainbow sex

Excerpt from [amazon text=The Nymph and the Epiphany – Episode No. 3&asin=B00M3N7S5C]

from the Chronicles of a Humiliation Backfired Series

this scene starts after MJ and Jenny are drugged in episode no. 2 

miss-park-dino-pornI was there with this creature, this tentacle monster. It flailed and writhed. It climbed the smooth doll-like supermodel leg, all the way up to the thin thigh. It wrapped around her amazing leg. It inched awkwardly to where a man like me couldn’t hold it in anymore. I just watched this purple thing rubbing her thigh. Dark purple with veins and goo dropping onto her porcelain white skin. Her skin got sticky. It flopped on her bush, then her clit. Then it stopped and stiffened, opening her pussy lips and it penetrated her. Her pussy lips stretched to take in this enormous thing and she moaned like I’d never heard her moan before—like her soul was taking this monster, like it was touching that place beyond language, where thoughts still remain in their pure unshapen form, that’s where it seemed this thing was touching her from the type of deep moan-grunt that was coming out of Jenny. She sat up, her pussy clenched, and then she collapsed backward. The tentacle pulled out of her open pink cunt.

Jenny was a great looking girl. She was a model. People recognized her looks. It was the main thing about her. Her mind was developed too. There was a time when she spent all her time in the library. She’d read and study. She loved comic books. She was kind of a geek girl. He read about alien planets and little girls in schoolgirl uniforms out on adventures. There was Sailor Moon, MiHee the Space Princess, and Seoul Sucker. In all her reading, through all those strange sci-fi worlds, she never imagined that she would be on her back in a private club with this automated thing flopping on her like a dying fish. She never read how to prepare her body for a multiple-armed dildo monster penetrating her holes and jazzing over and over onto her body. From pinky toe to eyelash this writhing beast covered her in cream.

The thing erupted white goo all over toes and ankles, her knees and thighs, her belly and bush, and then her tits. The machine loved her tits and covered them generously with its slick white paste. Then it moved to her pretty face and worked it into her mouth, around her teeth like a water pick or a cake decorator. She was covered in every crevice. She was so drenched that if she flossed, cum would come out from between her teeth. If she blew her nose, cum would stain the tissue, if she wiped her ass, cum would be all over the toilet paper. It was awesome. My supermodel girlfriend was lying propped up on her elbows, watching her gorgeous body disappear under a flood of cream. It was a tentacle bukkake all over Jenny’s legs and her swollen red cunt. She had just been used by a room full of guys, said Jynx, and now she was being filmed with this thing dousing her in jizz and I was there. I was jerking off, as were many other guys, and Jynx was telling me to dump my jizz not on Jenny but on her.

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#LPRTG #EARTG #ANAL | @JulyCumming | Excerpt from Bending Over For Jeff (Disciplined and Humiliated, A Backdoor Punishment Story) by July Cumming

As you know from my reviews, I love July’s writing and adore her story “Bending Over For Jeff” so I was thrilled that she agreed to publish a little bit of it here.

Excerpt from

Bending Over for Jeff

(Disciplined and Humiliated, A Backdoor Punishment Story)

by July Cumming

Moonlighting as an erotic author, Ms. C will do just about anything to pay the bills. Hoping for a raise when the CEO calls her in a performance review, she finds herself on her knees and bending over. Performing under pressure has never been so hard.

My head was tripping from drinking so much wine. This meeting felt like one big hallucination.

“Is everything okay? You look a little pale. Maybe it’s time you took a break. Have a walk around the room and stretch out those legs.”

“I guess it wouldn’t hurt. My body’s feeling numb from sitting so long,” I replied, pushing myself out from the desk. I stood up, arched my back to get out the kinks and the room began to spin.

Now was a good time to switch to the water I still had in my purse. I reached down into my bag, and as I came up I had a massive head rush. I downed the rest of the lukewarm water, hoping it would help stop the spinning.

Jeff smirked. “Better now?”

“Somewhat. I need a few minutes to clear my head.”

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Is this how you write? Mmmmphmphhphh. Yes or No?

“Sure. Do you want to give your customers a great experience?”

“Of course I do. That’s a pretty dumb question to ask. I want my readers to come from my dirty imagination.”

“I need you to prove it.”

“I’m writing a story for you aren’t I?”

“I’m going to have to see your credentials. You know, show, don’t tell,” he stated.

“I thought you said you’ve read my work? How else would I show you?”

“Why don’t you show me how talented you are with those sexy lips.”

“What did you say?” There’s no way in hell he had the nerve to say what I thought I heard. “Did you just tell me to blow you?”

“Yes, you heard correct.”

I gave Jeff a stern look and picked up my purse. “I let the other stuff slide, but I draw the line at that Mr. St. Bendovz. If you could please point me to the door, I’ll be happy to leave,” I huffed, crossing his path.

Jeff stood up, his stiff cock protruding from his robe. His hand reached out for me, “Please don’t go,” he begged, grabbing at my arm. His strong hand squeezed my wrist. “We aren’t finished here.”

“Oh, yes we are! Let go of me!” The slick coconut oil on his palm made it easy for me to wriggle myself out of his grip.

“I’m the one calling the shots here. We are just getting started darling,” Jeff exclaimed, pushing me towards the desk. “I’m sure you’re aware that I grew up in Florida.”

“Yeah, so. What does that have to do with anything?”

“Well, I’d like to put some South in your mouth.”

“Oh wow, that didn’t sound cliché at all,” I replied, tripping on the object behind me. My body fell back onto a large white cushioned footstool. Jeff took my mishap as his opportunity to trap me. Before I could blink he straddled his legs over mine, making it impossible for me to stand back up. I sat face to face with his dripping one-eyed snake.

“I thought you brought me here to write you a smutty story? We started this a long time ago, now I’m ending it.”

“Not so fast. You’re not being a team player.”

“Now wait a minute. I’ve been compliant with everything you’ve asked of me so far.”

“Not everything. Since you write about sucking and fucking, you must be an expert in both. I need to find out if it’s true.”

“Can’t you leave things to the imagination? I could write that I’m purple, love eating broccoli and have you believe that I just started college. Guess what? None of that is real.” I wasn’t going to let him know I was a pro at sucking cock. I loved it so much to the point that I craved it.

“But those things don’t get me hard. The way you write so vividly about squirting and deep throating, I can’t let you go until I find out for myself.”

“Sounds like you’re infatuated with me. I guess I’ll be here for a while then. I’m sure someone in this institution would hear me if I screamed.”

Jeff looked around the room, “There’s nobody here but us. You can scream all you want. You know, let out that anger you have with me. It might even add some spice to what you are about to do.”

My heart started thumping hard like a drum solo in an eighties hair band.

“I can’t do it.”

“You can and you will. I could dismiss you for not following orders. I’d have to hold your pay of course. Do you want that?”

“No. I worked hard for my sales.”

“Then I suggest you obey me and show me what you can do.”

The words he uttered triggered my hot button. My pussy clenched, begging for some action. “Not now, not with him. Control your hormones,” I thought to myself.

“Jeff, this is getting out of hand. Are you seriously trying to blackmail me into getting you off?”

“I wouldn’t call it blackmail. I’m offering you the opportunity to prove your worth. You’d like to get paid for this story you’re writing me right?”

“Yes, of course I do.”

“Then do as I say and get on your knees. You can call me Big Daddy from now on. Maybe you can earn yourself a big bonus.” He placed his hand on my shoulder, nudging me towards his prick.

Unfuckingbelievable. There was no way I was going to cave in to cruel demands.

I glanced up to him, shaking my head in disapproval. “I’m fine sitting here. Would you really do that?”

“What do you think?” He grabbed my hand and placed it around the base of his half limp cock. He held my hand down with his own and guided me to stroke him off. “That’s it. Make Big Daddy harder than I could ever imagine.”

With ease, my hand rode up and down his growing prick. His warm flesh pulsed in my palm as I jerked him into a full erection. “This is crazy! You won’t get away with this.”

“Shh… enough talking. I don’t want words coming from your mouth, I want to be cumming in your powerful storytelling mouth.”

Jeff placed his hand on the back of my head, pulling me down to his massive veiny prick. I pulled my head back to break free but couldn’t. I wasn’t ready for what he wanted me to do. Sure, I’d done some nasty shit in my life but this was a new low for me.

“Don’t make this difficult. Come on, be a good girl and suck my cock,” he ordered, drawing my face closer into him.

For an older guy, it looked enticing. Neatly trimmed, huge balls and a girth I’ve only dreamed about. My dainty hand looked very much out of proportion wrapped around his impressive cock. The tip oozed with a drop of his liquid crystal pre-cum, begging for me to lick it off.

I had no choice but to swallow my pride and hope to not choke on it.

I closed my eyes, licked my lips and took a deep breath before leaning forward with my tongue pointing out. I hesitated as my lips approached his heated flesh.

Should I start on his shaft or his head? What was my incentive to blow him? These were the kinds of questions that plagued me as a writer.

“Go on baby girl, get those creative juices flowing.”

It figures he’d use the words I loved to hear. How could I loathe someone so much and at the same time indulge in sucking him off? This guy is a repulsive asshat douche bag, coercing me to chug down his dick.

Feeling uneasy about the situation, I let go of his raging cock, pulling myself away from him. “This is ridiculous. I can’t do it,” I whispered, shaking my head. “This is so wrong.”

I looked up at Jeff and sensed he was growing impatient by the glare in his eyes.

“July, if you don’t put it in your mouth in the next thirty seconds, I’m going to have to take drastic measures.”

“By drastic measures, are you implying you’d force it into my mouth?” I asked for clarification. “You wouldn’t dare.” I couldn’t let him violate me. I clenched my teeth together in hopes it would stop him from entering my inviting mouth.

“I wouldn’t use the word force, it’s more like I’d help you get it inside.” Jeff smiled, nudging my face a little closer to his cock. Jeff removed his hand from the back of my head, “Like this,” he whispered, cupping his palm under my jaw.

Jeff firmly held my face in place while using his other hand to drag his cock-head across my mouth. “Come on sweetie, open up for Big Daddy.” His thick tip circled around my lips, painting them entirely in his salty gloss. He pressed forward, slipping his chubby head inside the seal of my mouth.

Normally, I like getting to know the prick first before giving head. I’d start by kissing the tip, then work my way down and lick back up the shaft before cramming it down my throat. It was obvious he didn’t want to wait.

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Excerpt “The Whore Awakens” from I Am Not a Whore, Am I? (very doubting intonation) || #LPRTG #EARTG #MrBrtg #SSRTG #Asian Very Trashy Artwork, NSFW

I Am Not a Whore, Am I?

The Whore Awakens

by Emme Hor

A bit of backstory: the first part of the Confessions of a WHore series I Am Not a Whore, At Least Not Yet! finishes with Brittany having dirty thoughts constantly to the point that she takes up her lesbian co-worker on the offer for a little fun. She decides her and her boyfriend need to get out of the rut and they fly to Bangkok for a vacation. Brittany, enjoying the sites and the fruit thoroughly is in the middle of a lovely daydream when a guy mistakes her for a professional and solicits her. 

With my hand full of money, I walked up to him and gave it to him. “I’m not a whore.”

I could smell bleach coming from the bathrooms and jasmine from the flowers hung on these wooden walls. A strange mix. His strong cologne smell had faded but was still there as a leftover musk.

“Okay,” he said and stared at my chest. I looked up into his eyes and realized for the first time that he had beautiful blue eyes even though he was mostly dark-skinned. The eyes were not the eyes of a fiend but they were fully on my tits and I looked down to find my nipples rock hard. It had to be the fear and anger. It had to be. This handsome man no longer seemed like a crazy maniac but more of a sex maniac. He wanted me badly. It was written all over him. It was kind of crazy to be so wanted, like he couldn’t control himself. My ego was flattered. He was staring into my tits so hard that I wanted to cover up, to melt, to disappear. It was too much. “I have a boyfriend. He’s around here.”

He reached out and grabbed my left breast over the tank top. There was no force that could stop this man. My big, sexy Asian body was driving him nuts.

“What the fuck?” I said. It shouldn’t have felt so good but it felt fucking great to be groped by this pushy prince. Still, I had morals and pushed his hand off of me. I wish Neil would have done this to me last night while I was dying of loneliness.

With his other hand this blue-eyed prince slipped the wad of bills into the waistline of my jean-skirt. “Keep it,” he said. “Now. Kneel down.”

“Get the fuck out of here,” I said harnessing all the bad-ass attitude I had learned in America and turned to leave. I had a big smirk. The audacity!

He grabbed my neck hard and thus my inflated ego was in his hand. He spun me around. In one motion he threw the straps of my tank top from my shoulders and exposed my tits. Before I could react he had both my shoulders in his powerful hands and shoved me down to my knees where his cock was waiting hard and out of his shorts. Before I could be sure what was happening, his dick found its way into my mouth until his massive mushroom cockhead was banging into my tonsils. I was so scared that I kind of gulped down my fear and ended up swallowing his massive meat completely into my throat like an accidental pro.

There I was with his money in my waistband and my pale tits out and his giant cock in my throat. He grabbed my head and drilled his cock deeper and deeper till my nose was on his fucking pelvis bone and my jaw was sore.

There was no way I was going to suck some stranger’s cock in public.

“Eat my big cock, you spoiled little brat,” he said and started to pinch a nipple with one hand while still holding my skull in place with his big, strong hands and fucking my face like I was a sex doll. I had never been used like this before. My pussy got sopping wet—maybe it was the heat or the fear—and my nipples were hard. Also, strangely, I was easily able to take his massive cock that had to be three or four inches bigger than my boyfriend’s dick. It slid right in and out of my throat, no gagging. I usually gag on my boyfriend’s. What the fuck? Was I meant for this? Was I really a whore? I took it balls to chin. And I loved it. I started to get into it, even milking the shaft with my throat muscles. Maybe I was a pro. I thought back to being ass-fucked all those years ago, the naughtiness was wonderful, and I was enveloped in that feeling again.

I would suck his cock here.

It was marvelous.

I felt a new set of hands take my arms and pull them back behind my back. Now I was kind of lurching forward while this big Arab cock devoured my esophagus. These hands were smooth and softer. I looked down and saw the clear heels. It was the fucking waitress, that fucking whore!aoi_yuuki_forced_face_fuck7_big

“Fuck this rude Korean bitch, Hassan,” she said in her nasal Thai voice.

“Yes, spin her around.”

My big Asian head was on the ground. Freshly cut grass tickled my nose and mouth. The clear-heeled whore was squatting on my upper back. Prince Hassan hoisted up my micro-skirt the whole half inch necessary to reveal my naturally hairless pussy. He moved my g-string to the side with his big cock.

I was anxious for cock in my cunt. This was fucked up and thus very exciting. This asshole turned out to actually be a handsome guy with a big, beautiful dick. In some way, I was the luckiest woman in Bangkok. All vacation I had wanted to have great sex and my boyfriend had been giving me a few thrusts and then conking out like a little bitch. I hated feeling like we were an old married couple. I wanted something exhilarating. It wasn’t with him, but I was getting it. This was a man. Real and undeniable. I wanted my cunt stuffed with his new, superior cock!

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Excerpt from Triangulum Stain 2 by Moctezuma Johnson

Excerpt from THE BATTLE FOR ALIEN RELISH – Triangulum Stain 2 by Moctezuma Johnson

Chloe was on the couch with her curly hair exploding on the back cushions. Her back was flat against the seat cushion, sticking to the leather, and her neck craned forward. Her mouth was stuffed with a ball gag and her wrists were cuffed with police cuffs.

Her mouth was stuffed with a big red ball gag with breathing holes pierced into it. Her legs were cuffed to her hands so her pussy’s thick meaty lips were on display. She was clean shaven. She was gorgeous. Her eyes were dark and wide open. She blinked. She wanted so badly to be aroused.

Man after man had left her. She knew this was the reason. They got bored or scared of her. They felt like they couldn’t own her like they wanted. Sure they could stuff her mouth, stretch her cunt, blast her ass with their dicks. They could get her to say she loved it, or even loved them, but deep down there was a gaping hole and it wasn’t just her anus. It was deeper than that!

Deeper than anus, Chloe thought. That was a funny thought. What was deeper than anus? Was there some micro-infinity? Worlds and worlds of imperceptible infinity up her ass. Was she the goddess of ass?

Lefty knew that she just wasn’t excited enough about him. Some infinity up her ass was reckless and needed to be sated. It was like there was a bad teenager up her ass. She needed to tame it. She tried it all. She tried rough sex, group sex, filmed sex, paid sex, charity sex, bdsm sex, lesbian sex, and none of it scratched her itch. Lefty knew and left her. The rest had left her.

Now she just picked up the same old losers at the High Dive Bar on High Street in Beaver Lick, Arizona. She picked them up and had them carry out their fetishes on her. Since the first attack of the Triangulum Stain she had been peed on, shit on, slapped, caged, written on, and spit on. Of course she’d been cum on copious amounts. Today she was tied up, her legs tied to her arms which were cuffed above her head. She was waiting, hoping, dying to get gushingly wet, but instead it was nothing but red rock pussy, as dry as the desert rock.

Officer Rick, the latest dreg that she had peeled off a bar stool and brought to her house, was pounding her ass. Ever since she saw sentient dildos she knew that the great Arizona expanse was but a comma in a book, one book of many crammed onto the bookshelf of life, one infinitesimal small pin prick of the entire dusty library of the universe. Ever since she knew that, she lost all feeling. The connection from cerebral cortex to cunt had been cut. Cleaved straight off. As Officer Rick unleashed his semen onto her cold, flapping pussy lips, he grunted and she sighed. It was as if the streams of sexuality were all dried up. The pleasures that Chloe had experienced as Princess Chuckhole had been too much. No earthling should ever touch, taste, and feel such ecstasy. It was too much for the mind. It was sanity-bending. Now as she found herself bound and being used hard, she was devoid of any feeling. Her body heaved and tears rolled down her cheeks and landed in the bruised nape of her neck.PrettyMoctezumaQuote

“What? Why are you crying?” Officer Rick said. The tears had sobered him up a bit and he quit drooling on her breast and picked himself up. He stroked a strand of curly hair out of the salty river of her tears. “Don’t cry, baby. I’ll take care of you.”

The last sentence sent her crying into hyperventilation. All hope was lost. Chloe wanted to be Princess Chuckhole again but all the sentient alien dildos were long dead, and long gone. She turned and looked out the skylight. She could see the stars up above. She sniffed, and she wished to the stars that she would be reconnected to herself.

She could have sworn she saw the cosmos momentarily churn.

On Planet M69, Alien Relish, in the years after the sentient dildos were destroyed the speakers were off, the cum-waters were still, and the scene was silence. It was like someone had turned off the faucet. All that wonderful protein was immobile.

Since the planet had stopped moving. The lusty feelings of humankind had likewise been cut off. All over Earth, people were losing their sex lives, overrun by apathy and insensitivity.

 

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