The communists need to love Rod
The communists need to love Rod was a problem. However, the more Rod got to know the communists, the more he hated them. The more hatred he showed, the more the Chicoms put money in his pocket. Obviously, they figured out that war is expensive and difficult. On the other hand, paying people off tends to be a hell of a lot cheaper and yields better results. He was a purchased man and the only question in his mind was where in this world could he hide and keep his money. If commies are anything like the Mafia, once you take their money, they’ll never be done with you.
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There was also no shortage of Chinese cunt being offered to him. Young, old or fat or skinny, all he had to do was ask and a woman would show up to ride his dick. Thinking back to his Christian schooling; he had always believed that hell was a pit of fire and torture. Now, he was sure, that it actually is a place where every possible indulgence is freely given to those with exploitable skills, a place, for the unenlightened, called China. Members of the communist party lived like demigods on Mount Olympus, with Zeus their president presiding. The rest of the proletariat can eat shit and die.
Pausing for a moment, he realized something. Modern America has exactly the same bullshit of an elite group of narcissists living in the lap of luxury while most Americans can go fuck themselves. The Chinese are just more efficient and honest about it. After all, it was his government that fucked over his dreams of being a mechanic in the name of equality and fairness. The same policies that made his college degrees worthless; nothing more than a reminder of wasted time and money. Only his father’s harsh discipline and his cock saved him from a life of government handouts and driving an Uber. Mumbling to himself, “I better fuck a couple of broads or they’ll get suspicious.”
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The normal procedure was to give them a phone call but he knew that they had cameras and microphones in his room. So instead Rod spoke out, “Hey guys…. I’m feeling really horny now. How about you send over a woman in her late 30s with big tits and a tiny waist? The bigger the tits and the smaller the waist, the happier I’ll be.”
He sat for 30 minutes quietly surfing the Internet and acting interested in communist propaganda. Being under constant surveillance, his every move was calculated. It was exhausting, but as a veteran meat puppet, he was used to acting. The Commies that watched him now, were looking for the same thing as any ego-sensitive porn producer; someone who shared their opinions and behaved as expected. So it was a good idea to look like a potential future adherent to Maoism, just in case everything goes wrong and he got stuck sucking on commie piss flaps as a career.
So every fuck had to be a performance that showcased his talent as a meat puppet but also demonstrated a mixture of curiosity about communism and emotional vulnerability. It was the emotional vulnerability that bothered him the most. He actually had to reach down into his life experiences; experiences that he preferred to keep suppressed and hidden. But without giving the Chicoms something that they believed could be used to control him, he was as good as dead when this mission was over.
There was a knock at the door and sure enough, a jumbo boobs with a little waist walked in the door. “They want to know why you no phone? You told to phone.” No hello, no kiss on the cheek and definitely no flirting. Eggroll-girl was first and foremost, a loyal representative of the communist party. “Oh sorry about that sweetie. I’m a dumb American and this was just easier.” Rod had calmly responded. “OK. You do just this one time… understand?” He nodded in agreement and calmly led her into the room.
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The sānbā (slut) had the kind of body Rod actually liked. She was about 5’5” and her face was kind and her eyes were remarkably round for a Chinese woman, when she blinked they seemed to momentarily take on a doleful quality. The woman’s black Asian hair was brushed back and went all the way down to the middle of her butt. She had big d cups with long, fat nipples and large circular, dark brown areolas. Studying the tiny and almost imperceptible stretch marks, he made a mental note that these tits had been milkers. However, the best was her tiny waist and cunt. Unlike many American girls, there wasn’t an ounce of extra fat on her body and her twat didn’t try to look like a Barbie doll. It was very much the opposite, she had a set of lips that could be sucked and played with, while her clit was easy to find. – No one ever said he couldn’t enjoy his job and this was going to be one of those occasions.
What was needed for the illusion to work, was for Rod to make love to the woman, but not so passionately that he came off as fake. He would take his time, explore her body and make her pleasure the main focus of everything he did. But his goal wasn’t to show a decent guy, capable of love. No, he was sure, the thing his audience craved was borderline psychopathic. The asshole, would have to make his appearance at some point and put his own pleasure before hers.
Anal was normally the best way to prove to everyone that he was an asshole. But the commies probably gave him a backdoor whore, whose rectum could swallow a parking cone. So instead, at some point, he was going to have to deep-dick the woman. He would have to turn his cock into a weapon and pound her cervix into oblivion. With luck, she would be in pain and whimper for him to hurry up and cum. But it wouldn’t matter if she didn’t, Rod the Rammer would still be an impressive sight on camera.
They started off talking, then laughing and Rod ordered room service to bring them some wine and something to eat. Of course, he opted for lasagna and made sure to complain a little about how inferior it was to real Italian cuisine. To those who were watching, it was like a date and slightly surprising that the infamous Meat Puppet could become a gentleman when he wanted to. – The woman finally made the first move and they then ended up on the bed passionately kissing and letting their hands explore each other’s bodies.
Rod sucked her big jugs one at a time and allowed himself to get lost in the feeling of those extra-long nipples in his mouth. The big soft flesh of her breasts weighed nicely in the palm of his hands and he knew he was sucking them just right when the woman finally relaxed and started stroking the back of his head in appreciation. He continued to let her initiate their progress. But when she pulled her panties off and groped at his cock as a way to ask for something more. His own years of sex-working experience told him that she was still going through the motions. Too soon for penetration, he was going to make sure that she really wanted it. And with a smile and trail of tender kisses, the Meat Puppet worked his face down to her snatch.
She had a thick glob of white girl goo between her lips and it tasted damn good. Yup, some days work is a pleasure. This mouthful of tasty aroused vaginal secretions was culinary proof of the existence of a higher power. He worked his tongue from stem to stern, caressing each fold of her most sensitive areas. He even probed her butt briefly before deciding that the underside of her clitoris was her trigger point. Hard pressing licks and a slight humming drove the woman wild and a few minutes later her hands were grabbing the bed sheets as she climaxed all over Rod’s face. Catching her breath while having a slightly surprised smile on her face, she was at last ready for penetration.
In missionary position, he slid his cock into her. Her body was electrified from the orgasm and she let out a soft moan as she felt his manhood inside. Slow long strokes to start to get the woman used to his cock. Simultaneously, Rod positioned his face so that she could both feel and inhale his hot breath. The secret was to make the woman feel that she’s the center of his world, while being held captive to his whims. After sex with hundreds or more females, he knew that women feared and loved feeling vulnerable.
Finally picking up the pace, the Chinese woman was coated in a mixture of her and Rod’s sweat. She panted and opening her mouth she searched for her lover’s kiss. Her reward was a long deep passionate kiss in which Rod’s full breath was exhaled into her lungs. She responded by eagerly sucking his tongue as her body once again betrayed her and she orgasmed. This one ripped through her body like a hot, wild prairie fire. As her flesh goose bumped and dizziness threatened, her response was to lock her legs around Rod’s hips and pull him in deeper in an attempt to stop his thrusts.
This was the moment that Rod had been waiting for. It was asshole time. He gave the woman a few seconds to recompose, but then began to power slam her cervix. As she winced in pain, he grabbed her legs and hooked them around his shoulders so he could immobilize her and get in even deeper. Using his cock like a battering ram knocking down a bolted door. Slam! Slam! Slam! In less than a minute, she was crying out in pain and after a moment more, she was begging him to finish. He only needed to prolong her agony a few more seconds to accomplish his goal. With one last powerful thrust, he then pulled out and cum shot across her body getting the woman not only in the face but in her eye.
Mission accomplished, his handlers would now start to see him as a potential asset. All that remained was for him to become a convert to the bullshit communist manifesto. It’s always the same story, people who scream the loudest about fairness, equality and justice are the sickest and most violent fucking degenerates of the human race. – He wiped the woman’s face off with a baby wipe and feigned concern about her burning eye.
“Come here and rest your head on my chest. I would like you to stay the night and perhaps you can show me around the city tomorrow.” He was back to being affectionate but his partner had fear in her eyes. He had gone from an attentive, caring lover to a brutal psychopath within a heartbeat. Noticing her apprehension, he thought to himself that was an excellent start. He only hoped that this broad deserved the mind fuck he was about to play on her. Regardless, it was a game of life or death… His life or his death and there are no rules, when it comes to survival.
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