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PROJECT HALCYON KERNEL
DISINFECTANT POOL #1Q CONSTRUCTION
CLASSIFIED CHEMICAL COMPOUNDS
DESIGNER: William Rock
TOXICITY LEVELS: Non-Deadly (UNVERIFIED)
VERIFICATION TO FOLLOW
COST: $1.2 Million
CODE NAME: Chicxulub’s breath
OBJECTIVE: Obliteration UFO landing site + perimeter
PURPOSE: Containment, Eradication
LOCATION: Top Secret (BL)
Officer Rick, Lefty, and Chloe all stare at this place. Nobody shows any fear, just a general ‘what the fuck is this’ lingers in the air. Doctor Rock is below, in a deeper level. Up here are only three military guys in uniform. One says, “Strip and get in!”
“Now?” says Officer Rick.
“Why?” says Officer Rick.
“Authorization to speak denied.” The soldier holds the policeman’s gaze a moment. Then the soldier adds, “For protection.”
“Yours. There is nothing harmful in the pool. When you are done, follow the sign for Disinfecting Pool #2. Leave your clothes in this room. Do not take them. We will be waiting there.” The three soldiers walk away.
“What the fuck?” says Lefty.
“What the fuck is right,” says Rick. “Well, I don’t think we have much of a choice, do we?”
Chloe takes her high heels off and dips a toe into the pool. “What the fuck happened to us back there? I feel like I’m dreaming.”
Lefty looks at her. “I’ve felt like I’ve been dreaming since the moment I saw you.”
“We are in some weird ass shit,” says Officer Rick.
“Yes, we are. That’s life, isn’t it? A series of weird ass shit all the time punching you in the gut.” Lefty squeezes Chloe’s waist then yanks his t-shirt off over his head. “Well, I’m going in. Join me, baby.” He slips off his jeans and boxers in one fluid motion and splashes into the bath.
Lefty sits down with a raging hard on sticking out of the water like a shark’s fin. “I guess it’s you, baby,” he says looking down at his erection. The water feels very smooth, even slick, on his skin. It smells strongly of bleach, but that smell masks something like rotten eggs. “Smells like bleach and eggs.”
Officer Rick scratches his head for a moment then says confidently, “That’s sulfur. It’s not harmful.”
Chloe peels off her blouse, revealing a massive rack held back from taking over the room by a simple-minded bra. She unclasps the bra hook and her breasts spring out: two sentinels of everything good in the world in this weird room with a smelly bath stinking of rotten eggs.
She takes her jeans off and splashes into the pool next to Lefty. Her smooth slit throbs. There is still some weird feeling inside of her, and the cum Lefty dumped on her face earlier was completely gone. Not even a slight remnant remained. Not so much as one crusty crystal.
Rick follows them in, leaving his police uniform hanging on a hook that is butterflied into the wall. Chloe looks at Rick. He, too, has a massive hard on. When he notices, Chloe sees his surprise. A confident smile comes over his face, “I haven’t been hard like since we had our second child. I was starting to think about going to the doctor.”
Lefty looks at the police officer’s hard rock. “No doctor needed, man.”
Rick puts out his hand to Lefty, “I’m Rick. Local police officer.”
“I’m Lefty. And this is Zamilda.”
“My name’s not Zamilda,” Chloe says as she steps into the pool and dips all but her head into it.
A buzzer sounds and the pool starts to drain very fast. The lights in the room go dim and the three get out and move through a well-lit hallway where there are three robes hanging. The put on the robes and then go into another room with a second pool. Men in suits emerge from behind them to grab the clothes they’d shed. The men in HAZMAT suits and gas masks hold flame-throwers and incinerate the discarded clothes. Lefty looks at Chloe out of the corner of his eye.
In the new room, there is no smell at all. It is like the three of them popped a vacuum seal to come in. They all climb into the new pool. Two hard cocks and a throbbing clit. They can no longer resist, and Lefty gives in. He puts his hand on his cock. It is hot and hard as ever in his hand. Rick glances at Lefty who gives him a look that makes Rick, thrilled with his new hard on, grab Chloe and push her over.
Rick caresses the smooth curves of Chloe’s princess-like ass. She’s the prettiest thing he’s seen in years and he feels lust coursing through him wildly. His belly is in knots, like he needs release. All the pent-up sexual frustration of not being able to get it up, of having kids and lacking time for lovemaking, and of having this gorgeous woman naked in front of him comes to a head and he pushes his hard-on into Chloe’s soft petals.
Rick’s body trembles as he can barely stand the excitement and sensation of hard cock in wet folds.
Lefty kisses Chloe deeply, just the sensation of her tongue against him almost makes him explode, but the sensation is gone as he finds her gorgeous head in his big, rough hands. An incredible feeling eclipses him as his cockhead is tickling the back of her throat for the second time in one day. He needs to know what her other holes are like. He is about to tell Rick to switch places with him and exchange this doll’s holes, but before he can, Rick pulls out of Chloe’s delicious flaps and shoots a load of jizz towards her ass. Before it lands on her, forming ropes of jizzy string, the cream stops in mid-air and becomes a kind of levitating jelly.
Doctor Rock watches all of this on the CCTV monitor from his secret room. His jaw almost hits the floor. He cannot believe his eyes, it is so absolutely incredible. His assistant, Maria Sower, also watches it in disbelief. She says, “It must be a gaseous compound, Doctor. It’s a deposition.”
Doctor Rock counters: “It’s liquid to solid. It’s like cum freezing into silicone. I don’t know what the fuck you call this.”
On the screen they watch Lefty still pumping his cock into Chloe’s mouth. Rick’s jizz has stopped in mid-air and jellied. Lefty notices the mid-air cum for the first time.
The room gets brighter, his heart starts racing, his eyes go wide, and he taps Chloe’s head. Lefty pulls his quivering cock out of her and the giant dick goes limp. She looks from his cock to his eyes and then turns around and sees the moving jelly. It metamorphoses in front of their eyes, taking shape: a lifelike dildo.
Chloe shrieks and her voice echoes out into a hallway. She jumps out of the pool and wraps her arms around herself. The dildo hovers above the pool. It doesn’t move.
Lefty and Rick get out of the pool, too, and lead her into the hallway where her scream still echoes about. Lefty keeps his eyes on the jelly, which is changing color and expanding. Then the door to the pool room closes. Lefty hears it hermetically seal off and they are locked out. This hallway leads to another elevator.
In the elevator, none of them says a word. Water drips off their bodies to the floor. The smell of rotten eggs stays with them. They just stare straight ahead. Lefty is trying to think of something, but he realizes he is trying to think. The memory of what he saw has his brain stuck in some kind of alien replay loop. Rick is visibly trembling. He clasps his hands but they still rattle. This is more than a God-fearing police officer can take in a day.
Lefty looks at Chloe, trying to understand. He has heard some strange stories about some weird women, but this is crazier. This is the craziest shit ever. Chloe’s upper lip trembles and she rubs her temple while biting her bottom lip with her two front teeth. “That’s not fucking normal! What the fuck?” She nearly yells, tears streaming down her eyes. “What the fuck was that?”
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Calling all smutpunks! Calling all Erotica writers! Calling all Sci-Fi Writers!
Be part of the one and only 2018 SMUTPUNK EVENT
When: April 2018
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Last April I ran an Instafreebie Event on my site coupled with a Giveaway. This led to fantastic buzz. Judging from the increase in daily hits to my site, this was an enormous success (way beyond what any of us expected). The moctezumajohnson.com site was getting over 1000 hits per day. This year can be even bigger!
I’m looking for last year’s authors plus a new crop of authors writing erotica, sci-fi, fantasy, and more.
I’d like to do the same thing this year. What I need from all of you (and any authors you suggest to include) is a free book during the appropriate time. The book could be free on Kindle but it would be MUCH BETTER if it was on Instafreebie (or Bookfunnel). What I will do is organize all of it on a landing page hosted on my site with all the covers and blurbs and info and shit and then authors and readers will click to each book’s host page. On the host page, readers can download the freebie when they opt-in to your mailing list. That will help you promote in the future as well as right now during the event.
If you have any questions, please let me know. I’m attaching a “Join the Event” link to a sign up page in the sidebar (scroll down if on a mobile device). Please use the form to sign up as it will help me organize. Last year we had a baker’s dozen or participants. I’m hoping this year we can crack 50 authors. So please join and also let other cool writers know about it. The more the merrier as there will be more cross-promotion and more success.
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There’s nothing else out there quite like the Chronicles of a Humiliation Backfired Series.
“Jynx is batshit crazy
and out for blood and cum.”
This is a smutpunk style excerpt from Attack of the North Korean Giantesses (part of the Triangulum Stain Universe).
I will email later offering a chance to beta read some ARCs. However, feel free to tell me know that you’d like to see what I have so far. I’d love to share and get your thoughts.
Rumor has it that North Korean women are some of the sexiest women in the world.
FUN FACT: According to the Asian Sex Gazette, the North Korean man is the best in the world at giving cunnilingus.
The Partial Meltdown
The same way god built an onion in layers, the North Koreans built this nuclear reactor in layers. The layers were built as a fail safe in the event of a meltdown, but nobody expected this magnitude of human error. To have a disaster, seven errors would have to take place simultaneously. Seven areas of the protective onion shield would have to be left open. In other words, seven rare events would have to simultaneously occur. Otherwise the place was tip top.
Kim Min Ho was supposed to make sure the outer shell was locked, but he was out back going for a smoke when he passed out from low sugar. He hadn’t been eating well and was experiencing bouts of colorful dots dancing in front of his eyes. This bout formed an electric eye that closed leaving him face down in the mud.
Park Jung Woo was supposed to close his section but he had written a suicide pact with his childhood friend and was planning to melt the earth. Intentionally.
Han Ji Min left his section open because Byeong Yeon, who had left his section like a gaped open asshole, was kneeling there giving him a blowjob. The complex was built in a way that leaving the section open let them both hide from the security camera so nobody would know of their homosexuality. This was the problem with years of Confucianism. Although homosexuality ran rampant, especially in the cold lonely military, it wasn’t at all accepted publicly. “I’d prefer a nuclear meltdown,” reasoned Byeong Yeon in typical staunch North Korean homophobia, “to being outed as a faggot.”
Yeong Seok Ho forgot to water the fuel rods. This was an unacceptable schoolboy error. Nuclear maintenance 101 was to feed the fuel rods their drink and keep them cool. Everybody knew that once a nuclear reactor got to hot it started to melt.
Seok Soo Jung didn’t realize the steel containment vessel had melted. It sounded an alarm, but he was listening to South Korea’s Girls Generation at Full Volume. In fact, he watched the video on his smartphone and jerked off to their shimmying childish sex appeal. That made him sleepy. The haze and the loud music made him oblivious to the alarm.
Jung Yeong Jin just didn’t monitor the radiation levels. Not everybody is so good at his job. Yeong Jin was one of those guys that should be relegated to a desk job nobody cared about without the stakes of all of humanity resting on his weak shoulders.
The reactor had very few women in the inner sanctum, another clear tactical error put in place robotically by the North Korean brass. Misogyny had real world consequences. It was similar to how American football teams relegated women media members only to the sidelines that women in North Korean nuclear power plants weren’t given positions of responsibility and security. The outside part of the reactor had many women working as secretaries. The inside was manned by men. The outside was manned by women. Quizzical. Korean culture favored men greatly. So when the radiation leaked out. The men were turned quickly into glowing green homosexual jelly and died instantaneously. It was only women wishing the first kilometer of the radiation and these women were smart enough and focused enough to act quick. Jong Eun used an emergency code to sound the sirens, red lights swirled up on high walls and a final seal was created around the plant to avoid a full meltdown. However, Jong Eun and her seven cohorts were zapped with heavy doses of radiation. Enough to kill them ten times over.
However, the women manning the desks didn’t die.
The secretaries walked out the doors to the train station. On the platform, they peacefully waited for the train.
“I’d prefer a nuclear meltdown,” reasoned Byeong Yeon with typical staunch North Korean homophobia, to being outed as a faggot.”
This is an Indonesia Police Officer. I’m trying to find a good photos of a hot North Korean military officer. Their outfits are awesome but hard to find on the internet.
Romance with the Alpha Male Billionaire
Romance on Roller-skates (Humor with Interracial Asian MILF)
That Fucker Part 2
Copyright © 2016 by Emme Hor
Heather had her hair up in two pigtails dripping with cuteness. She wore sexy sunglasses with a purple tint. Her lips were stained bloody red thanks to the lollipop she was sucking on lewdly. Her white blouse was too small for her. Her tits popped out of it. Her ass cheeks were out every time her short black skirt caught the wind. Her heart panties were the only thing blocking a straight shot at seeing her slit and her asshole. The folds of her pretty ass cheeks, the actual juicy yellow meat, were there for all to see. Her long legs were smooth, tan, and sexy as hell in her white roller skates with pink wheels. She spun around and sucked on her lollipop and skated past the fountains of the KLCC toward As Syakirin Mosque. She would skate by all the devout Muslims, head in their mats, chanting, waving at the Imam as he sang the prayer, she would sing the song of her hot ass and skate down the hot pavement while the smell of rubber trees hung in the air.
Heather was the pure vision of smut. She was smut. Many Malay girls were smut. All that sexual repression led to one thing, sexual obsession.
Heather was together for months now with Charlie the Wok. Ever since she had broken free of That Fucker, her old psycho, alpha male, white Anglo Saxon asshole protestant boyfriend (WASAPB), she was unplugged of him and plugged into Charlie the Wok.
Why did they call him the Wok? He just had this greasy way about him, like he was deep fried. The poor bastard wasn’t even fat. He wasn’t a bean pole either. He was what the Korean ladies called greasy, what the Western women called cheesy.
Heather knew that Charlie loved her. I mean, hell. He’d pulled out a butt plug that another guy stuffed up her ass. He showed this butt-plug altruism before they were even fucking. That’s a nice guy. How many guys have pulled a butt plug out of your ass that he didn’t jam in there himself? Huh? That’s right, none.
Anyway, Heather skated (butt-plug free) toward the beautiful As-Syakirin Mosque. She passed the mosque, her skirt blowing up in the breeze like she were an Asian Marilyn Monroe, oops, that shouldn’t have happened. Didn’t mean to flash you my pink heart panties while roller-skating by, gentleman. Over 11,000 worshipers got a glimpse of hot Asian camel toe when they looked up from their prayers to see what that roller-skate on concrete sound was. A few devout worshippers kept their reverent heads to the ground and missed the glimpse of young pussy. Heather wasn’t interested in the mosque other than to give the pious a little flash. She was really thinking of going to the Citibank Headquarters nearby. That’s where that fucker worked. She wanted to strut, flaunt, and make the asshole miss her tight little bootylicious loveliness.
She skated on down the sidewalk, past the palm trees blowing in the gentle breeze and made her way to the massive skyscraper that was the Citibank Building. She knew that fucker would come out soon for lunch and simply skated back and forth on the wide corporate sidewalk. She was a great skater. She performed. She lifted her leg up and grabbed it to her chest and spun. She did twirls and jumps and waved her hands like she was a swan about to take off. Sure enough people stopped and watched. That fucker came out and she saw him and was filled with joy that she was being ogled lustily by all those office workers while he was powerless to have her. He didn’t show his frustrations, if he had any, he just watched her, the confident bastard that he was. She had to admit, white guys just had something that the Malays didn’t. At least over her. I mean what was she doing here anyway? She completed her spin and then made her way to the residential Damansara Heights district of the city and sat down for some fried rice with little fish on top with her Mama.
Heather’s Mama was an Asian MILF. She was bustier than Heather and equally bootylicious. Heather knew her mother was hot. When they walked down the street together they both got stared at but the Mama got looked at harder, dirtier, with the more lustful eyes. The men that wanted to fuck, looked at the Mama. Maybe it was her huge tits. Maybe it was she just smelled of sex. She literally have off and animalistic musk scent. Everyone noticed and said something. Heather’s dad was long gone and then left this single Asian MILF able to fuck whoever she pleased whenever.
“Leave that fucker alone,” Mama said to Heather. “You have a decent man now. Why can’t you be happy? So he’s a little greasy. So what?”
“I just can’t. I’m in some kind of haze. I want that fucker to know he’s lost me.”
“If you want him to know anything then he hasn’t lost you at all and he’ll know that, won’t he, ah?”
“Charlie is just too nice. I need a little challenge,” Heather admitted.
“Fried rice is greasy and everyone loves it.”
“I don’t want to date rice, Mama.” Heather took a last bite of her fried rice and brought the dish to the sink. “I’ve got to go back to work, Mama.”
For months Heather skated by Citibank Headquarters in sexy outfits and put on show. She didn’t do this every day, but she never missed a week without at least one roller-sexy-flash-panties show. That was her thing.
Charlie knew but thought it best to let this obsession run its course. He knew that his girlfriend had been scarred by that fucker. Hell, he was the guy that pulled the butt plug out of her ass that day and then took her home and made her his. He had been infatuated with her since she joined their office. She was the perfect woman, in his eyes, so he hoped that her hurt would wear off and she would be all his. He knew that she was still in some kind of rebound dance. He wanted the real Heather. Not the ambassador to Heather. He would just have to be patient.
Even though Heather was not totally Charlie’s emotionally, she was his physically and he loved it. Heather was the best he’d ever had in the sack. She was beautiful, tall, and sexy. She was submissive in bed and willing to do anything. The first time they made love he put his cock in her ass. She was the first girl that he’d ever introduced his cock to her ass before her pussy. It was an omen of how open she would be in the bedroom. She was pliable, flexible, and sluttable. It was fantastic!
As the months wore on the sex didn’t decrease much. Each weekend they still made love a lot. They spent all Saturday lying in bed making love. The only breaks were to eat and watch a little TV. On Sunday, Charlie thought it would be best if they got out of the house and little bit.
“Let’s get some exercise,” he said. “The sun is shining. It’s a beautiful day in KL again.”
That was his joke. Kuala Lumpur had consistently beautiful weather unless it was Monsoon Season. So his phrase was incredibly obvious and annoying but Charlie thought it was whimsical. Heather rolled her eyes but she did like skating so she was game.
The weather was fucking stupendous. It was sunny and hot but not stifling. The development of the capital was awesome with its tourist-packed monorails, skyscrapers, and towers. Although the modernization was pronounced, KL kept the old Victorian charm of the English imperialists. Yes, there’s charm in imperialism. Yes there is. Opium, gangbangs, pewter, and Victorian homes. That was what the British gave Malaysia.
The rest of this unbelievable city was built by the Chinese. Today, it was shared by Malays, Indians, Chinese, and Westerners. Heather, a Chindian-Malay, was mixed with everything but white, and maybe that’s why she had a thing for big, white dick. To be fair, some of these other races had big dicks, but she gravitated to the cruelty that only a white guy could provide her. Charlie the Wok was white, but didn’t possess that ubiquitous dominance. That Fucker did!
As they skated down a big hill toward KL’s Bukit Bintang downtown, she compared the two men in her head. That fucker wore a crisp white starched shirt. Charlie’s shirt was untucked. That Fucker had his brown hair parted and neat. Charlie’s was shaved close to his scalp, like he was an American GI. That Fucker was always clean shaven. Charlie was shadowed with two or three day old growth at all times. That fucker grabbed her by the hair when she went down on him, Charlie let her swallow his dick at her own pace. That fucker slapped her thick pussy lips and even pulled on them, Charlie nibbled gently on her clit and even tongued her asshole.
God I needed that fucker to pound me senseless one more time, to beat me with his massive white dick. Charlie’s wasn’t small, but that fucker’s cock was a beast and Heather wanted it in her pussy stretching her out deliciously. She wanted to suck his dick cutely while he tortured her nipples mercilessly.
Heather and Charlie came down the big hill at high speeds. There was a median and then the road forked. Charlie wanted to go right and veer off to the river, but Heather went ahead and veered towards downtown. The medium came up on them so quickly that Heather and Charlie got separated.
Heather shot into downtown at blistering speeds. If she could skate like this on roller-skates she could probably win a gold medal on ice skates. She was a blur of sexy.
That fucker was downtown waiting for her. He just knew she’d come. When he saw her speeding towards him he enjoyed the way she exaggerated her form, it made her ass look so full and bulbous, her legs looked so long and smooth, her breasts never looked bigger. That fucker thought that Indonesian girls, as he called all Malays, even Chindians, had big, fat asses. They had the thick of Muslim with the slender waist of a Chinese chick, he thought. Heaven. He watched Heather roll and licked his chops.
She was going too fast and he thought that she would fall. If she did, he would pounce.
Charlie meanwhile was on the quiet path besides the river thinking if he should turn around to get Heather or not. Surely, she would spin around and join him. Right?
Heather was speeding on the sidewalk, the sound of roller skates rolling over pavement loud in her ears while cars beeped, stared, sped up to follow her hot ass, and generally became mesmerized by the hot Asian chick in heart panties underneath yoga pants flying through the streets. She was the center of attention again and we knew it and she basked in it. She closed her eyes to feel her own sexiness. It was immaculate. She felt like a goddess. That’s when she hit the log lying across the road (only in Malaysia) at full speed and flipped over. She landed horribly with her head on the ground, her ass up on the log, her skates up over her head, wheels still spinning. As planned, that fucker, seized the moment. He appeared, with the blue sky and pristine white clouds enveloping him. He was the devil. Her devil. He was handsome and evil. He towered over her and in the background his company’s headquarters towered over him. She felt tiny.
Heather was bound by pain and surprise. He grabbed her yoga pants and panties and yanked them down in one motion. Her little rosebud was right there, puckered. It was expanding and contracting as Heather tried to catch her breath.
“Help me,” she muttered, but with the wind knocked out of her, there was little actual word that made it out. There was no air to engage her voice box.
In fact, her asshole was breathing better than her lungs. It was opening and closing, cutely.
The asshole was well lubricated with sweat and the morning’s moisturizer and already stretched partly open from the compromising position. That fucker could see the wrinkled rim of her asshole, it was perfectly symmetrical and had little geometrical lines from anus to butt cheek. It was a work of art that Picasso should have been painting. That fucker wanted to set up and easel and archive it for the MOMA but he wanted even more to take the massive black butt plug from his bag and jam it into Heather’s asshole. Heather saw the plug in his hand, with sunrays pouring out around it, since he held it in a way that cast a shadow on Heather’s pretty face and blocked the sun from her eyes. It was like the sun was a butt-plug from her vantage point. Just as she realized it was a beautiful sight, she then felt the giant solar plug destroy her anus.
It was like all of Kuala Lumpur was Heather’s asshole. Her soft tissue, the gatekeeper between external and internal stretched out like a balloon filled with helium. First it filled out for the plug, then the street, then Bukit Bintang, then KL, then Malaysia, then all of Asia, then the Earth and on and on until all of heaven and earth, space and time was asshole swallowing butt plug. The swell of her ego getting ogled by all those guys as she skated was now the swell of her asshole as it was the asshole of Malaysia, plugged and at the mercy of one mean motherfucking man. Her ex-boyfriend, that fucker.
That fucker had plugged her again. The handsome devil looked down on her from what appeared to be the clouds, smiling.
“You’re the devil,” she muttered.
“Ah, good, you’re getting your voice back.” He said. “All the better for me to hear you scream!” He lowered his pants and guided his cock, the big white dick she knew too well, the one she had been secretly yearning for for months, and jammed it right into her cunt.
“You’re always so tight when your ass is plugged,” he said as he started jackhammering down into her Chindian-Malay cunt.
Heather felt it, the plug expanded the walls of her rectum. The space that his cock wanted to occupy inside her was taken. Plugged. Heather was tall but not so thick and that fucker’s big cock and the plug were competing for the same pillowy real estate inside her honey-luscious cunt. Where cock wanted to go was taken by plug. The plug was creating the pussy of a virgin, even though Heather was nothing innocent. She was on her back, in a little office plaza cul-de-sac where she had wiped out and been forced to take her ex’s big, mean cock until his ball sack hammered the plug up her ass until it literally could go in no more (unless hospitalization was an option).
That fucker held her hips and pumped away while the big, black butt plug gripped her tight vaginal walls and massaged the underbelly of his thick white shaft until he was on the brink of cumming. He pulled his massive mushroom-headed club out of her cute quivering cunt, brought her leg toward him, kissed her juicy calve in cruel juxtaposition of abuse and love that sent her heart fluttering, and pushed her rollerbladed-foot to his dick. He rubbed the shaft of his cock on the wheels and moaned.
“You’re sick,” Heather said as he let her skates jerk him off. Her thick pussy lips were hanging out of her, begging for his cock to come back.
“I know,” he said. “And you fucking love every minute of it. Look at your fat cunt lips flapping in the wind desperately, whore!”
He pulled on her cunt lips roughly and let them smack back into her pubic skin with a pop. Heather felt like she was smacked with a glove.
When that delicious fucker pushed his victorious dick back into her throbbing pussy, it was utter nirvana for her. Heather saw the sun dim. She saw stars shoot. She felt like the sexiest roller-skater in the universe. There was that nasty feeling of being an utter slut mixed with the guilty pleasure of fucking an ex. It was a fantastic orgasm that shuttered down her spine and into her lips. Her voice came back and she screamed her own name, “Heather!” like she was reprimanding herself for being such a dirty little butt-plugged tramp. She pulled his dick deeper with her Kegel muscles and by lifting her hips. That fucker couldn’t take anymore. It was like fucking quicksand. Her muscles held him so tight he felt like his dick would rip off from the root. He stepped back and his cock popped out of her cunt. He stood over her and hosed her face down with his cum. She lapped some of it up savoring the taste of his superior cum on her tongue as he collapsed onto the log on his back. Most of his cum dripped from her flush cheeks, sexy chin, and full lips.
“You know, I thought you owned me, but look at you,” Heather said. Heather flipped herself up onto her skates adroitly, leaned down and kissed him victoriously on the lips. Now she was looking down at him, her long hair cascading down onto his chest with sunrays exploding geometrically out of her hair. She was gorgeous and she knew it. She kissed him, lips to lips and the cum transferred from her cummy lips to his. She wiggled her head and smeared his cum all over her face triumphantly.
She stood up and realized she still had jizz on her face. She leaned down and rubbed the leftover splooge on his shirt. She pulled up her yoga pants. Her ass was amazing, as was Heather’s entire body. She skated backwards slowly.
“What about the butt plug?” That fucker asked.
“I need it for something,” Heather said while picking up speed skating backwards.
Heather skated back to Charlie and the river while sunshine emanated from her crotch in psychedelic swirls. As she skated the movement of her legs massaged the plug incredibly. Her cunt was satisfied and now she was on the brink of an anal orgasm.
She found Charlie sitting on a bench at the bank of the Klang River staring into the muddy water.
“There you are, baby,” he said. He smiled.
She skated to him, pirouetted to a stop, and whispered in his ear, “Fuck my ass right now, right here.”
He looked around quick and felt like she was crazy but also knew there was no reasoning with a horny Malay with a juicy ass. She rolled in front of him and wiggled her stuffed ass like a sexy duck. Charlie pulled down her yoga pants smoothly and saw the plug jammed deep up her ass.
“Yes, it was amazing! Punish me now! Punish my ass!”
Charlie felt this nervous energy grip him by the gut. He gawked at his girl’s ass with another butt plug stuffed in it undeniably. He wasn’t so gentle with her this time. He got a firm hold of the base of the big, black butt plug and ripped it out of her ass.
Heather screamed. Her ass gaped like all of KL had been stuffed inside of it.
“Punish me,” she said breathlessly, “Make me pay for cuckolding you with that fucker.”
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