Mossad – Deep Investigation
That’s right, hardcore porn from Israel. I guess they have porn in
every country but, for some reason, I was thinking the Jews were…you
know, different. It’s not that they have a certain civilized grace,
it’s just that they seem to be pure minded and serious. That’s probably
because they’re under siege. If the Jews listened to my plan and all
moved to the US, they’d be much more relaxed and we’d learn all of
their dark secrets. Like Mossad – Deep Investigation.
The Jews belong in the US because this is the only country that
won’t go nuts and kill them, even if we talk about it. We never carry
through on all that talk…well, unless you’re black. Or a woman. Or
Catholic. Or Irish, Italian, Polish. Or a liberal.
Still, though. The Jews make money and they stuff it in their walls,
which means the average American lynch-mob will hesitate when it comes
to burning down their houses.
But I’m not here to make fun of the Jews. I’m here to talk about Jewish
porn. It’s my new fetish, but there’s a bit of an argument going on.
Many folks tell me that Jewish women give blowjobs like pros. Yet we
know, as voiced by Kiefer Sutherland in Stand by Me,
that Jewish girls do not suck cock. This is backed up by certain
individuals in my family who have reasoned that Jews won’t suck cock
because it reminds them of sausage.
If you’re sitting at a dinner table full of my extended family and you
just said that, then you need to pause and wait expectantly for
laughter. I can’t quite do that here, but I’m sure you have the image
in your mind.
The big question at the moment is — does Hebrew ruin a sex scene? It’s
not a sexy language, in my opinion. English and French are great for
porn. German is okay, because I have a vague grasp of the language.
Enough to know that the girl just asked for the guy to stick both his
fists into her ass, which is all the German anyone needs to know. Where
is the train station? When does the bar close? Will you fist my ass?
I will confess that I never imagined Jewish girls for porn fiends.
Given my tastes, I only hang out with fallen Catholics and pagan women
because they’re manic-depressive nymphomaniacs with severe social
anxiety disorders. For some reason, I find women like that to be
comforting companions. My uncle says it’s because I have those same
emotional problems but, you see, we come from an aristocratic family. I
could be a homicidal maniac, and it would be passed off as charming
eccentricity. That’s what a few generations of real money (now
mysteriously absent) buys you. Actually, it’s not mysteriously absent.
Someone stole it! But, that’s okay, I’m sure my dad had a very good reason for destroying his family.
I can’t blame him. If I were in his shoes and anywhere near my mother,
I’d have freaked out, too. But, you see, normal people get an apartment
and continue on. They don’t hold the equivalent of a bank robbery and
vanish forever. Though, I’m sure, it was fun.
Now, what I want to talk about is the time a Jewish woman turned me
down because I didn’t share her religion. That’s okay, except she
turned me down during a moment that you and I might refer to as “the
I tried to explain that I was nothing, really. My family hasn’t had an
allegiance to religion or any god since 1925, because hedonistic greed
and criminal terror is far more profitable. Of course, you can’t curse
in front of my grandmother. She won’t explain why that is. My
grandfather distrusts black people and women, but he blames that on
“Baptist influence.” He won’t go into further detail, though.
As for me, growing up in modern America, I don’t hate anyone except for the Soviets, so I’m open to sex with anyone and
you can curse in front of me. I should repeat that — I’m open to sex
from anyone at anytime. Just in case you were thinking about something.
I’m even thinking of going gay, just to improve my chances. After all,
a blowjob is a blowjob, right? Of course, that may just be the Baptist
So there we were, she and I, getting ready for the down and dirty. I
was jiggling her lily, as you do, and she was trilling lake a pheasant
that had just discovered a mound of millet seeds. Her pale body writhed
and convulsed as I slowly –
Look, I need to make sure that you all don’t think I’m some sort of
predatory monster. I know some people may infer that from what they
read about me, but it’s just not true. There are multiple women who’ll
vouch for me, too, but don’t ask any of my ex girlfriends.
See, this girl wanted it. She and I had been manhandling each other for
a month and, finally, she got that Cheshire grin, grabbed my cock and
said that she needed some sexual healing or some such thing. With the
lunatic leer of an Indian who’s been in a Texas jail for too long, she
led me by the balls to her room where she stripped naked before you
could say “Good heavens, Miss Yakamoto, you’re beautiful!”
Then, as women are greedy and narrow-minded, she made me work at
getting her off without the slightest thought of my own needs. Don’t
get me wrong, it’s fun for me. I enjoy it. But it’s sort of like
playing baseball without a ball if I don’t get a return on the
I did my duty and brought her to that little convulsion point that’s
somewhat exciting when viewed from the right position and she pushed me
away, caught her breath a few minutes later, then told me that we had
I figured, well, she’s having a Good Girl moment. Easy to defend against. But she said we had to stop because I wasn’t Jewish.
Not only did she wait till after I had given her a shout-out-loud
orgasm, and ignored the beggars can’t be choosers rule, but she pulled
a discrimination card on me. Everyone’s circumcised these days, right?
It’s not like there’s any difference. Worse yet, she had dragged me far
from my intended path. I had to take a taxi home, which is beneath me.
She had also kept me up well past my bedtime. If I don’t get at least
12 hours of sleep each night, I lose my youthful beauty and it takes
weeks to get back into form.
Now, I don’t mind being used for sex. If some girl wants to use me and
abuse me, that’s well and good in my book. In fact, if I get off
properly and enjoy it within the standards I have set, I don’t
particularly care if she drives a screwdriver into my skull afterwards.
I have low standards when it comes to physical gratification. Behavior
like hers simply wasn’t acceptable, and I let her know that I could be
Jewish for a few hours. Of course, in the end, I was out of luck. I
rode a taxi back into the suburban enclave I called home and spent a
sleepless night thinking of sex and sin. This, of course, became part
of the vicious ball of sexual misadventures that’s been building in my
gut for over a decade now and, someday, will lead to a total breakdown
at which point I’ll join a Baptist church and marry a prudish woman who
cooks delicious German Chocolate cakes for small town bake sales.
Shunned and bored by my wife, I’ll develop a homosexual affair with the
neighbor, a retired Air Force general who enjoys double fisting. I see
it all…my doomed future.
Well, time for cake!
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