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Friday, April 25. 2008
| I managed to lure yet another dumb slut into my apartment so I could throat fuck her, piss into her mouth and all over her face, and pound her tight asshole raw until she yells and yelps. You’d think my neighborhood would have flyers on every nearby telephone pole with my picture and a warning but I guess these submissive whores are too ashamed after one round of rough sex and brutal blowjobs with the Whore Destroyer. It’s no skin off my back and puts more bitches in my bathroom to lick my toilet seat clean. |  |
| My newest victim is a bimbo by the name of Jenna, a waitress at a local diner who had served me my dinner and the only tip she got was the tip of my cock ramming the back of her throat as she gagged and puked. |
| It was really easy getting her back to my place with the promise of some wine, dance, and a little romance, but all she got was the chance to deepthroat my dick until she gags and drools, and take a mouthful of salty piss before enduring the roughest sodomy she’d ever experience. Jenna and I started on the couch and when I told her about how exciting it was to fuck on the cold tiles of the bathroom, she went along with my little ploy. Once we were in the shitter she was down on her knees trying to look sexy as she sucked the head of my cock. |  |
| That simply wasn’t deep enough, and as I wrapped my hands behind her head and yanked it down onto my cock as hard as I could, that look in her eyes went from “seduction” to “shock” to “submission”. This cunt was owned, and she knew it. |
| I pounded her throat over and over again, and with each thrust her eyes watered more, her gagging and retching sounds grew louder, and she got closer and closer to puking her dinner until finally she let loose with a rush of half-digested food into my toilet. What a messy bitch… she needed to have her mouth washed out and I had a full bladder that was right for the job. Ordering her to hold her mouth open, I started to piss into her mouth. Her wincing and puckered face was hilarious and when she couldn’t take it anymore she leaned back and let my stream of urine hit her chest and flow down her stomach. |  |
| If this stupid bitch wasn’t going to take it all in her mouth, she would at least clean the drippings off the toilet seat! I made her lick all around the bowl, lapping up any trace of my piss or pubic hair. |
| Valerie needed a little pleasure for herself, though, and I’m not totally uncaring. That’s why I bent her over the bathtub and pounded her tight asshole until her yells echoed off the walls. She’d never done anal before but there’s a first time for everything… especially with the Whore Destroyer… and as I pushed my thick dick into her rusty sheriff’s bade for the first time she couldn’t even make a sound. All she did was kick her legs and frenetically wave her arms while carefully balanced over the edge of the bathtub. After I was balls deep into her anal box I went to work pounding her ass hard and making sure that rectum was properly rocked. |  |
| This submissive slut was a real trooper though, and she took every inch of my cock until I busted a greasy load of cum all over her defeated and dismayed face. My compliments to the chef… the food was delicious, and the service was more than excellent! |
Monday, April 14. 2008
| It’s rare when I find a high-class babe with great looks and a great attitude that will endure a great throat fucking that’s rougher than sandpaper, but Tiffany was one such whore that I recently had the opportunity to gag with my cock until she was a broken mess. My boss had me attend this mandatory “skillset-expanding seminar”, whatever the fuck that is, and while some stupid motivational speaker dribbled on with the standard “you can do it” bullshit I was checking the crowd for talent. |  |
| It’s not often that business and pleasure come together, but I figured as long as I was in a sea of fresh new women I might as well find one who needs her throat gagged until she drools, spits, and retches loudly. |
| That’s when I spotted Tiffany, a stacked raven-haired whore that oozed professionalism, but sometimes even the most reserved, prim, and proper bitches want that hardcore throat abuse in their personal life. After Dudly You-Can-Do-Right finished his presentation, we all got a chance to network over coffee and donuts. It was my perfect opportunity to work my way into Tiffany’s life… and her throat. I introduced myself, she said she works for some company I’ve never heard of, and after about a half hour she invited me back to her apartment. The Whore Destroyer found another victim and she was leading me right to the sexual crime scene… death by skullfucking! |  |
| With an upscale penthouse and fine furniture from less-obscure Swedish manufacturers, the portrait of Tiffany as a motivated, self-sufficient, and strong career woman was fully formed, but it was time for me to create a new painting called “Sad Clown Whore” where I use Tiffany’s mouth as a wet and slippery fuckhole that I can carelessly fuck. |
| We had a little wine, a little conversation, and soon after she had her top off while kneeling down to suck on my cock. She was having a good time blowing me untiI shoved my dick so far down her throat I felt the cruller she’d eaten an hour ago. Playtime was over, cunt, now you’re in my world. She looked up at me as her eyes grew wide with shock, and as she tried to pull back she smacked her head again the brick wall behind her… stuck between a rock and a hard cock… it made me giggle as she struggled from side to side to clear her throat. |  |
| There was no escaping, and this broken babe accepted her face as a throat choked slut that would gag on my dick until I shoot a gooey load of cum onto her forehead. She swallowed my dick like a good little submissive whore, and whenever she tried to turn away I’d slap her face with my cock until she opened up again for more throat gagging. |
| Pretty soon I was pumping load after load of semen onto her puckered and wincing face. The thick goo slowly trickled down her eyes and lips, and as she sputtered to keep it from going into her mouth I was walking out the door. I guess I didn’t learn any new skillsets that evening, but I sure got a chance to use a few old ones! |  /td> |
Monday, March 31. 2008
| This friend of mine that I knew from college invited me to a mixer he was hosting at his pad in the city, and I figured at the very least I'd spot a few dirty whores I could deposit into my spank bank for some rough sex fantasies later on. There was no talent at all there... no chicks to throat fuck, no dumb whores to piss on, no stupid cunts I'd want to fuck in the ass without lubrication until their makeup runs from the tears... it was dry as a camel's asshole in the Sahara. |  |
| Just as I was about to leave this brunette chick meandered her way over to me and tried to strike up a conversation. She looked like one of those feminist granola girls... bandana, pierced nose, flannel shirt, jean shorts, and probably a big bag of weed in her back pocket. Her name was Tabitha, and the dumb cunt just would not shut up! |
| I wanted to shove my cock down her throat until she puked, not for the twisted sexual enjoyment, but for the freedom from her yammering about trees, and babies, and celebrities, or whatever the fuck she was talking about. Obviously I wasn't paying too much attention and the thought of choking her while I'm pounding her tight asshole from behind really dominated my thought process. Not all hope was lost and somehow this ditzy cum-receptacle moved onto the topic of sex, and how she enjoys the "rougher stuff." "Oh really?" I thought as my ears perked up to give this soon-to-be-decimated-whore my full attention. |  |
| Apparently she had a bit of an appetite for BDSM. You know, that kinky bondage shit. I mean, I don't really need ropes when I'm doing my thing because the poor piece of meat I'm facefucking, penetrating, or anally probing is already so broken that they just sit there and take it like the submissive and semen-sucking sluts they've been trained to be. I figured I might as well see if I could make this canary sing because I really didn't have much else to do that night. I told her we should finish our conversation somewhere else, and she recommended her friend's dungeon. |
| "A fucking dungeon?" I thought to myself. This kooky bitch was for real and her best friend who was into hardcore BDSM gave her the keys to this place "just in case." Some of this shit was from the fucking Middle Ages... iron shackles, torture racks, and enough rope to make MacGuyver cream in his pants. I figured I could get used to this kind of scene and after I put this slut through the Whore Destroyer ringer, bondage style, I knew I'd be enjoying "dungeons" a bit more often. We got straight to business and I tied her hands over her head, popped a gag into her mouth, and blinders over her eyes. A flog hanging on the nearby wall caught my attention, and I remarked how much heavier and denser it was than it looked. |  |
| Tabitha stood there, drooling, and softly giggling in anticipation of a fun and erotic bondage session. Nope, sorry bitch... I whipped that flog at her tummy hard and grinned as she sounded like a moaning retard with that rubber ball in her mouth. I went Barry Bonds on this silly cunt. A fresh piece of meat all tied up, gagged, with her eyes covered, and naked in front of the Whore Destroyer... that's got more bad news written on it than the NY Times. I flogged, spanked, and slapped this dumb whore until she was redder than a beet and begging for a change of pace. |
| My arm started getting tired, so I let her down and removed the ball gag from her mouth. It was throat fucking time, and with her hands shackled together I pushed my dick down her gullet over and over again until she gagged, retched, choked, drooled, and gasped for air. Tabitha called down the thunder, and now I was putting some lightning into her throat. Her mouth was all slimey and frothy from the repeated thrusts, and I was able to slip my rod down her throat farther than she thought she could take it. Looking up at me with those wide eyes of confusion and desperation only made me work her face harder. After abusing her tonsils, I figured it was time to tap that trembling pussy. Still shackled and reeling from her sore throat, I carried her over to a nearby pedestal and began to righteously pump my cock in and out of her twat until I was hitting her cervix. |  |
| She was yelping from the pain, but from how wet she was getting I could tell this closet slam-pig was loving it. She was getting too noisy so I slapped that gag back into her mouth and fucked her like a blow-up doll until I erupted a massive load of hot cum all over her puckering face. Completely drained, both of energy and of sperm, I didn't even bother unchaining her. That friend of hers would find her... hopefully, and I left with a newfound addiction: rough bondage sex. |
Sunday, March 16. 2008
| It's been a little while since I last destoyed a submissive whore with my mighty throat choking, pussy banging, asshole ravaging, and heavy load dropping fuckstick of rage, so it's good to be here and telling you about poor little Emma. She was my latest and greatest slam-pig, a real ditzy doll that takes a dick with the grace and charm of a two-peso Tijuana whore. I saw this throat-gagging, saliva drooling slut when she was window-shopping at the local pet store. |  |
| I guess her boyfriend left her, or she can't get a good man, or there was some other void in her life that she wanted to fill with a yipping dog but I knew this dumb whore needed a deep and rough dicking more than anything else. I walked up on her with some corny pickup line and threw a little fake kindness at her... and she was putty in my hands. Most people just don't believe how easy it is to lure these broads into my brand of throat fucking, pink taco pounding, and rectum rocking fun but it's deceptively simple. |
| Anyway, we headed back to my place and after a little conversation and a glass of wine she was warmed up for the rough fucking I saved up a big nut for. She said she loves sucking dick and I all too graciously accepted her invitation. Down on her knees and doing her best to please my cock just wasn't enough. Emma couldn't even take half of my junk so it was time to teach this whore how to satisfy. Grabbing the back of her head and thrusting my cock until I could feel her tonsils, she reacted with shock and awe until she realized that I now owned her mouth and this was only the tip of the skull fucking iceberg! Like a stupid and beaten whore she just kneeled there and took hard and fast facefucking, drooling like a retard with running mascara. I dominated this broad's face and this once cute babe was reduced to a gasping and puking puddle of submissive pussy. |  |
| Like a stupid and beaten whore she just kneeled there and took hard and fast facefucking, drooling like a retard with running mascara. I dominated this broad's face and this once cute babe was reduced to a gasping and puking puddle of submissive pussy. I pulled her up onto her feet before pushing her down onto the couch and this rough slut instinctively knew what was coming so she spread those thunder thighs for some pink pussy punishment. |
| I quickly slid my dick in and she took it to the hilt! I guess this trashy slut really likes the rough treatment and her twat was wetter than a rainstorm. I pounded that shit hard, making sure my balls slapped that asshole of hers'and that she moaned and yelped with each forceful pump. She couldn't even look me in the eyes, couldn't come to terms with the fact that she's a dirty, dirty whore and that this is the kind of sex that gets her off. She didn't like the fact that she could be dominated so easily, that she could be facefucked to the point of passing out, and that her pussy was being mercilessly penetrated, but she sure as hell made some eye contact when I started pushing my raging boner into her tight and delicate asshole. |  |
| It was too big for her and as I dislodged her rectum she yelled and moaned like the slutty trollup she was. Those wide eyes on that wincing face told me she'd never had a cock driven up her asshole before and that she'll always remember her first anal experience as a rough and deep one. |
| I probed farther and harder into her bottom, relishing in her embarrassment. I made sure she wouldn't be able to sit comfortably for weeks and when I couldn't hold my load anymore I pulled out and unleashed this gallon of gooey gobs all over her puckered maw. It pooled over her eyes and slowly covered her entire face. She couldn't open her eyes if she wanted to... all she could do was desperately spit to try and get the taste of my salty semen out of her mouth. Yup, poor little Emma. Used, abused, and discarded like a whore. |  |
Sunday, January 27. 2008
| Hello my fellow brutal blowjob and rectum-wrecking friends! I've got a new dumb cunt to introduce to you named Karen, and I'm pretty sure that Karen has been trying to get the taste of piss out of her mouth for the past few days. You see, a few days ago I hit up the local Dairy Queen for a greasy treat and there was this bimbo in front of me counting out change to pay for her lemonade. Now, not everyone would vow to facefuck her until she gags, pukes, and becomes so mentally broken that she’ll let you piss in her mouth and spit on her face… but then again, not everyone is the Whore Destroyer. I followed her to a nearby table and sat across from her. Watching her throat flex and relax with each gulp of drink she took made my mouth water and my mind race with thoughts of brutally shoving my cock past her uvula and into her esophagus. |  |
| I made eye contact with her, smiled, and she giggled as she looked away. I figured that if this silly bitch could be so easily stimulated with just a glance then she must be desperate… certainly desperate enough to let me pound my cock into her delicate flower of a pussy as she reels from the aftertaste of my urine. I picked up my tray of food sat next to her. We made small talk for a bit… stuff like the weather, cars, being single in this big city… incredibly tedious “I would rather floss with barbed-wire instead of discuss this” kind of stuff. But I kept my cool and I kept my eyes on the prize: a breathless, gagging, sore lump of a whore in my spotless bathroom. I managed to get a word in edge-wise of her clucking and asked if she wanted to come back to my place. I flashed that same devilish smile that made her giggle and she was prey in my hands. |  |
| Once we got to my place we started talking about our likes and dislikes when having sex. I just so happened to mention how much sex in a bathroom was fun because of how good the cold tile felt against warm skin, and how the “sounds of passion echoed across all the hard surfaces.” Yeah, it’s cheesier than a pizza but sometimes you have to sound like a pussy to get some pussy. I asked her if she wanted to see my bathroom, with that same stupid-bitch giggle she said yes. Once we were in there facing each other she leaned in to kiss, but I put my hands on her shoulders and gently pushed her down. She took the hint and drop to her knees like she was going to pray, but the god she was about to worship would only turn out to be a false prophet with one commandment: thou shalt be destroyed! |  |
| She pulled out my cock and started to suck it. It was pretty insipid. There was no energy, no love, no effort behind it. If you want something done right you’ve got to do it yourself, and with this in mind I unexpectedly shoved my cock as far into her throat as I could. She frantically placed her hands onto my thighs and tried to push off, but I had both hands behind her head and she wasn’t taking a breath until I decided she could. Looking up at me with those sad puppy-dog eyes I knew she was quickly becoming compliant, so I slowly pulled my cock from her throat to let her gasp for air. She quickly inhaled before I started to pump my hips into her face. Her the sound of her retches bounced around the bathroom and the lubrication from the frothy saliva she gagged up helped me force my cock in further and further. |  |
| Spitting in her face and fucking her throat, I was getting really close to popping. I decided to pull out to let my cock soften up a bit so I could unleash a major stream of piss into her mouth. Hold her head against the toilet rim I closed my eyes and relaxed until I was filling her mouth and face with hot urine. She tried to jerk her head away, but I held it still and all she could do was spit out the large mouthfuls of my bladder juice. Choking, disgusted, and broken, she didn’t complain when I got on top of her and penetrated her slit with my re-erect dick. She just yelled and moaned as I powered it in as deep as I could, and when I couldn’t hold off any longer, I shot my thick load into her open mouth and spit on her face as she swallowed it down. Another throat gagged by cock, another mouth filled with piss, another depraved whore made to swallow cum. Oh yes, another whore destroyed. |  |
Thursday, January 17. 2008
| There really is nothing like bringing a woman's confidence to soaring heights with compliments and loving gestures in order to brutally crush them with a messy facefuck that makes them feel like a whore. I definitely recommend you try it. The feeling of anticipation as you stroke her ego leads to a crescendo of pleasure as you ruthlessly cock-choke that silly slut into a submissive and defeated state. Blonde bimbo Mary was my most recent gag slut who thought she was someone special, but she learned (the hard way) that she's only good for her throat. She was a waitress at this local diner. You know, one of those old style ones where they're on rollerskates and they bring the food out to your car. Fucking cheesy, I know, but their burgers are out of this world. |  |
| She wheeled her flat as a board body out to my car, handed me my food, and then went inside to make change for the 20 dollar bill I gave her. It was then that I decided that I wanted to skullfuck her into a coma. When she came back I told her I was a photographer and that she had a "sublime look and raw sensual appeal." When her cheeks turned rosy red with embarrassment I knew I had her hook, line, and sinker. I asked if I could come to her place that night and take some test pictures to show to "my editors." She was so bashful, so optimistic, and so fucking clueless about facefucking and gagging punishment she would soon receive. |  |
| I showed up at her place at around nine that night with some shitty digital camera I bought at Walmart and had her model a few of her outfits. Then I asked to photograph her in her underwear... a request that she had to think about before agreeing with. Mary was wearing granny panties and one of those cheap bras that poke out like cones. She definitely wasn't photogenic, but all I could think about was the feel of my balls slapping onto her drool-covered chin while I fucked her slippery throat. "That's right, now post like this, *flash*, ok, now sit over there and look that way, *flash*." I could tell she started to feel like a fucking runway model or something and it was at that point that I decided it all had to come crashing down. |  |
| "Nude photos?" she asked, echoing my request. I told her something about how the natural body is beautiful, especially hers, and that it should be caged or covered, or some hippy shit like that. After much convincing she sheepishly removed her clothes. I was so close, I could already feel my dick growing in her mouth and quickly sliding over her tongue. I told her to get on her knees in front of me so I could shoot at a downward angle. With the quick flash of light, and an almost unnoticeable hand movement, I had my zipper open and my cock dangling out through it. When Mary's vision cleared from the bright flash she was face to face with my slowly growing throat destroyer. |  |
| When she took an eyeful of my third leg, her glow of newfound optimism and confidence were quickly replaced with defeat and shame. She fell for one of the oldest tricks in the book and now her mouth would pay the price. Obediently, and without resistance, she opened her mouth and began to suckle on the head of my cock and I took just one more picture to immortalize my depraved victory. I tossed the camera aside since I'd need both hands to wrap around Mary's head... one under her chin, and one on the back of her head. I eased her head onto my crotch slowly until I could feel her nose pressed against my stomach and I heard a soft gagging sound. |  |
| To me that was like a starter pistol and started facefucking this stupid whore using short and quick strokes. It wasn't long before mascara was running down her cheek and her gagging and groaning noises, along with some interspersed gasps for air, filled the room (much to my delight). I fucked this stupid whore's throat from every angle with great speed and intensity, and she never said a word or made any effort to stop it. Choking Mary... that should be the name of a romantic comedy where an idiot waitress thinks she's going to become a model but actually gets her facefucked to infinite before having her sloppy face covered with a sticky load of jizz. Art imitates life, I suppose. |  |
Thursday, December 27. 2007
| Happy Holidays everyone, and I'd like to tell you all about the time I gagged Mrs. Clause with my cock until she puked all over my floor. She wasn't the real Mrs. Clause because we all know that fat fuck St. Nick doesn't exist (sorry to ruin the surprise, kids); she was actually some single mom earning 7 bucks an hour working at the local mall impersonating Mrs. Clause in one of those "Meet Santa" setups. I was in the food court chowin' down on a burger when she caught my eye. |  |
| It had been a while since I tied the happy holidays into my whore destroying... I think the last time I did I busted a nut in a rabbi's wife's ass during Hannukah... so I figured it was the right time to get my yule log wet for some Christmas fun. I walked over to her, all pimp like of course, and struck a conversation when she went on break. She said her name was Chloe... and some other shit. I really wasn't paying attention because I was too busy daydreaming about choking her throat, fucking her ass raw, and then spilling a snowstorm of cum on her stupid face. |  |
| I asked her if we could go to her place to "have a drink and get to know each other better." That's innuendo for "I'm going to violently degrade you by dislodging your rectum with a mighty assfucking, but only after I drill my dick into your esophagus." She said her kid was over at her girlfriend's house and she was looking forward to it. I giggled inside my head because I could see the glimpse of hope in this woman's eyes that she found "that guy" who would be accepting of her single mom status, who would love her and her son, who would want to start a family together, and who wouldn't leave her with a black and blue throat, a sore anus, and a face glued shut with cum. She was wrong. But disappointment is a gift that keeps on giving, and I was about to give her the longest lasting Christmas gift she'll ever receive. |  |
| It didn't take me very long to get Chloe in the mood. A little bit of cheap Thunderbird wine, a few kind words whispered into her ear, and she was tugging on my dick. I stood up and asked her to "suck my dick" but when she opened her mouth I thrusted it into the back of her throat and held it there as her arms flailed about and she began to gag. Surprisingly she didn't complain about the facefucking, and she didn't try to pull her head off my crotch. I guess she was used to this kind of treatment from her ex-hubby. That's probably why she left him in the first place. The holidays are all about fond memories so I become Chloe's Ghost of Throatfuckings Past. |  |
| She stared up at me with those hazel eyes while I continued to press my dick and out of her throat until she started to puke all over the floor. With her stomach emptied, her eyes bloodshot, and her voice raspy, I made her lean against the couch and spread her asscheeks as I quickly buried my cock balls-deep into her asshole. She let out a soft whimper as I stretched out and hammered her tight backside but for the most part she was quiet, submissive, and broken. I fucked her hard until my balls were sore from slapping against her pussy and when I was ready to shoot my load I pulled her around, pushed her onto the couch, and jerked my goo all over her sad face. After wishing her a Merry Christmas, I bounced the fuck up outta there and left the dumb cunt with a big mess to clean. That, my loyal readers, is the true holiday spirit. But then again, I'm an atheist. |  |
Monday, December 10. 2007
| I bet you readers didn't know I was a sex therapist. That's right, I'm a bona fide professional that deals with sexual dysfunctions using, ahem, unconventional therapeutic techniques. Sure, facefucking my patients might be viewed as unprofessional, inappropriate, or even downright illegal, but I dare you to name a scientist who wasn't ridiculed in their own age and then hailed as a progressive thinker after their death. Darwin, Galileo, Bruno, Freud, and now the Whore Destroyer. I'm a good doctor, damnit, and it just so happens that I've found a unique set of healing tools for these many women who have uncontrollable sexual urges. |  |
| A little bit of penis-Prozac, some cum for their cognition, and an intense throatfucking session that makes them gag loudly leaves these women fulfilled, happy, and more importantly: healthy. Oh yes, the Whore Destroyer keeps his patients healthy one skullfuck at a time. |
| Yesterday a distraught and troubled woman came into my office... one Ms. Aaliyah. She complained of these intense urges to choke herself on cock, and she was afraid it'd severely impede on her profession as a Hooters girl. What kind of world would this be if sexy blonde Hooters waitresses couldn't control their blowjob impulses and gave each customer a deepthroating, hard gagging, cum swallowing blowjob? A fuckin' Utopia, that's what! But I understood her plight, and I made sure this hysterical woman received the treatment she so desperately required. After all, I am a medical professional with a sincere compassion for my patients, and a massive meat thermometer. |  |
| Aaliyah dropped to her knees right there in front me and pulled out my cock. As she suck-started my throbbing dick, I began to ask her about the stress she faces in her life, if she felt that any daily habits contributed to her sexual frustration, and what kind of coping mechanisms she's adopted to deal with her rare case of obsessive compulsive gagging, or OCG. Her answers were muffled and sharp seeing as how I was busy pushing her head down until I could feel her chin resting against my nuts. Her symptoms were reaching their peak and at times she went minutes without inhaling a lungful of fresh air. |  |
| My peers in the field of sex therapy don't put much stock in the health risks of OCG, or that it even exists, but I demonstrate over and over again, about three or four times a day, that these gagwhores could quite literally choke to death on dick! Skillfully, I flipped this cock-sucking psychopath of a woman upside down in my chair and proceeded to implement my patented TTT (Timed Throat Thrust) treatment. This technique allows me to hypnotize the patient with equally timed gags, much like swinging a stop-watch in front of their face and bellowing, "you're getting veeeerry sleeeeepy." |
| With each facefuck, with each gag, and with each choke, Ms. Aaliyah was calming down and becoming more receptive to my cock which could reach further and further into her slippery throat. Before long she was entranced, docile, and didn't even notice her own sloppy drool running down her face. Unfortunately, our session was coming to an end which meant it was time for me to blow a big load of cum all over this woman's face. |  |
| With a facade full of jizz and drool and a hoarse voice, Ms. Aaliyah said she was feeling much better, and after thanking me profusely, she cut me a check. As she left the office clearing her throat repeatedly, trying to fix her hair, and wiping fluids off her face, I couldn't help but feel a swell of pride that I genuinely helped this woman, that I might have saved a life, and that I get paid ridiculous amounts of money to facefuck these stupid bitches. "Secretary, please send in the next patient." |  |
Tuesday, December 4. 2007
| I live next to a college town, so there's always a steady stream of fresh throats barhopping back and forth on Thursday and Friday nights. They're fresh, tight, and they've yet to experience the "unique" treatment courtesy of the Whore Destroyer. They've never puked all over a cock from a hard skullfucking, they've never had to lick a toilet bowl clean before taking a mouthful of piss, and they're never felt the warm combination of slimey drool and cum slithering down their tender bodies. |  |
| I can't stand the thought of these poor girls being deprived of depravation, so at least one night of the week I head on over to the college bars with the intention of handing out some "life experiences". Every now and again I'll meet a foreign piece of pussy that's here through an exchange program, and you better believe that I send them back to their native lands with harrowing tales of gagging and deep anal fucking. Now that I think about it, I'm probably the reason why this country has such a bad reputation. |
| Oh well! As much as I want world peace, I'm not about to give up my favorite hobby. Anyway, I was kicking back in this one bar... The Library, or Paddys, or some shit like that... and I spotted this bad dye-job from across the room. This chick looked like the type that wouldn't call the cops, so I slowly slithered my way over and introduced myself by standing right next to her and pushing my crotch against her thigh. |  |
| She looked shocked at first, but when she caught my devilish smile, she knew what was going on and cracked a sly smile. She introduced herself as Arianna in this sexy foreign voice. It was French, or Greek, or Chinese... fuck, I dont know. All I could focus on were those tiny titties and whether or not her accent would carry through when she gargles my cock. She felt my dick starting to bulge through my pants, and with a quick wink and a 10 minute drive we were at her cramped apartment off campus. I asked her where she was from and forgot it immediately. I told her how stupid her hair looked, and she giggled. |  |
| I whipped out my cock and she was on it like a moth to candlelight. Slowly I pushed it deeper and deeper into her throat until she let out a loud gagging sound before pulling her head off my crotch. Wiping the drool from her mouth she complained I was going too deep. I told her that here in America it's customary for our women to deepthroat, and that even puking on a cock is a true sign of passion. Silly foreigner, she believed me and soon enough my cock was dipping into her dinner. For what seemed like hours I was dunking my dick down her throat, past her uvula, making her gag, gurgle, and spit up loads of wet drool that landed on her chest and flowed down between her tits. |  |
| I was able to convince her of a few other American customs, like the Roman Helmet and the Raccoon Mask. My swell of patriotism was only matched by the swell of cum that was gathering in my nuts, and much like the marines who raised the flag at Iwo Jima, I jizzed up a mighty load of cum on her messy face. I claim this foreign whore in the name of Destroyia! |  |
Friday, November 23. 2007
| Seeing as how I'm the Whore Destroyer, my idea of romance deviates a bit from wine and mood music. I express my love through brutal throat fucking. I show tenderness to a woman by burying my cock in her ass, and then pimp-slappin' her titties. When a woman is trying desperately to spit my load of cum from her mouth while the jizz on her eyes slowly glues them shut, it's pretty much the same as getting a Valentines day card from me. I don't bring flowers. I bring the promise of teary eyes, running makeup, and dry heaves. |  |
| Sometimes though, I get a bit lovestruck. It's something that happens once in a blue moon, and I'll see a woman and think to myself, "I need to be with her her mouth." It never ends well, but I enjoy that temporary feeling of genuine romance and I'm sure these lucky ladies do too. Well, at least until they're puking on my cock. I'm reminded of Anne, a degenerate trailer-trash babe who held simple ideals: love, friendship, loyalty, and honesty. She had a bountiful rack of tits, and a face you'd just want to slap. When I first met her I was standing behind her at a grocery store while she paid for 25 cent boxes of mac n' cheese with food stamps. |  |
| As she bagged up her groceries, her natural elegance and charm began to make an impression on me and I thought to myself, "I'm going to choke that silly bitch with my cock." I followed her out and asked her if she needed help carrying her bags... I'll never forget how her overbite protruded through her coy smile. One thing lead to another, and I was following her '85 Ford Escort back to her trailer. I was giddy, excited, possibly even in love! I could barely keep my focus on the road as I envisioned face fucking her on top of the Eiffel Tower in Paris, pounding into her ass while admiring the Coliseum in Greece, and shooting cum all over her face in a cramped apartment in Japan. I could degrade her in new and creative ways while in new and exotic locations. |
| It'd all have to start at home though, and as we pulled into her trailer park I already had a half-stock going. Once she gave me the nickel-tour of her trailer she went into her bedroom to "change into something more comfortable." I took the time to look around her pad: commemorative Elvis schwag, a snowglobe collection, and lots of leopard skin throws... what a classy dame! |  |
| She whispered to me in her sexiest voice to "come in," and I entered her bedroom to find my little love object clothed in grape-colored lingerie. Anne gave me a "come hither" look and beckoned for me to come closer. While standing in front of her she undid my belt and pulled down my jeans. She was quite an affectionate woman, and she rubbed up and down my package through my boxers. After a little teasing session, Anne had my boxers down and her mouth sucking up and down on my dick. Anne was so loving, so passionate, so careful in blowing my dick, and she even tried to deepthroat it a bit for good measure but couldn't quite pull it off. |  |
| As she cupped my balls and ran her tongue up and down my shaft, a notion began to dawn on me... I'm the Whore Destoyer. I don't do this namby pamby, soft and sweet shit. I'm fucking hardcore, and I don't change for women! I leaned down and whispered into her ear, "let's try that deepthroating again," and as she looked up, puzzled, with those bedroom brown eyes I pushed my dick all the way to the back of her throat. She began to gag while she grabbed on tightly to my buttcheeks. |
| Pumping my throat ruler in and out of her mouth made her spit up and drool all down her chin and chest. After flipping her onto her back, I stared bittersweetly at her gunt and worked my tool all the way to the back of her head using the full force of my body. After what seemed like hours, I pulled her upright and held my cock in her mouth as I shot glob after glob of semen onto her tongue. As I got dressed she sat and stared at me angrily, her lingerie top soiled with her thick drool and her hair in disarray. Breaking up is so hard to do. |  |
Thursday, November 15. 2007
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Gentlemen, I'd like to say that there are ups and down in whore destroying. Ninety-nine percent of the time you can gag a whore until she pukes all over herself, piss in her mouth until she pukes all over herself, and then fuck her tight ass until she... well, I'm sure you get the idea by now. However, there is still that 1% minority of super-whores. Yes, super-whores. These are the thick-skulled bimbos who are not easily degraded, who will thankfully gargle piss, who will let you shove your cock down their throat, and who love the feel of their own slimey drool running between their meaty tits. When a whore destroyer and a super-whore meet, sparks (and sprinkles of piss) will fly. |  |
| It just so happened to that I brought a super-whore named Kristy back home over the weekend. I was bar-hopping with my buddy Dirty Danza and this Kristy chick would get off my nuts. I think she was drawn to my whore destroying magnetism... you know, like when people say that opposites attract. Only in this circumstance she was more like a cock-sucking Supergirl, and I was the big-dicked kryptonite. She followed me from bar to bar, buying me drinks and trying to dance up on me. |
| I can't say she was a bad looking slut: certainly a bit chunky in some places and her face was alright, and as the night went on I had a serious urge to piss. That full bladder feeling was my cue to take Kristy back to my place, or as I like to call it: the Fortress of Whoritude. Once we got home, I flat out told the bitch that by the end of the night she'd be cleaning my toilet bowl with her tongue. She said, "Why wait 'til the end of the night?" Can you believe that this dirty slut walked herself into my bathroom, stripped naked, and starting licking the ceramic clean? I was fucking shocked, but what the hell... she might be a kinky cleaning lady, but once I piss into her mouth she'll change her tune (or so I thought). |  |
| I unleashed a golden stream of recycled beer into that trollup's mouth, but she barely even flinched. Had I lost my touch? Did my powers of degredation escape me? This silly whore licked my toilet clean and then gargled a mouthful of my piss without batting an eye. It was then that I'd discovered the true nature of this impervious succubus... she was a super-whore! It was time to step up my game. This was one of those defining moments that all true heroes must face... like Winston Churchill during World War II, or Muhammad Ali in Zaire, or even President Bush in the 2000 elections: I had to domimate this bitch. |
| With a mighty thrust that originated from the depths of my twisted soul and extended all the way to the head of my cock, I shoved my cock down this whore's throat. A bolt a lightening struck a nearby tree, an eight-legged baby was born in India, and my neighbor, frightened, jumped out of his Lazy Boy recliner upon hearing the thunderous retch this silly bitch made upon puking up her dinner. In 20 years from now people will ask each other, "Where were you when the Whore Destroyer completely dominated that whore Kristy?" In one quick hip movement, I'd defined my generation. |  |
| "You're mine now, bitch!" I thought to myself as I repeatedly pushed her head down on my cock as I simultaenously pushed it into her throat. This sloppy whore was dominated, and she knew it. That's right. The Whore Destroyer knows no equal, and with much machismo and pride I fucked her flabby cunt lips with the tail end of a plunger and my slippery cock. You should see how she handled a big and gooey load of my cum. It wasn't too pretty, but neither is she. Total domination is the name of the game, and the Whore Destroyer is in first place! Booyah! |  |
Monday, November 5. 2007
| Hey everyone, this weekend I added another notch to my bedpost, and incidentally, there's a new man-hating and spiteful woman out there somewhere who's talking in a very hoarse voice. The jelly-tittied babe with the fresh black and blue throat is Sophie, and man oh man did I facefuck that dirty slut until she was drooling all over herself. Sophie was one of _those_ college girls. You know, probably in a sorority, a straight C-student, and certainly not the hottest chick in the place so she wasn't getting as much "attention" as she wanted. The Whore Destroyer doesn't discriminate, so bring unto me all ye cock-thirsty cum sluts. |  |
| I saw Sophie in line at the gas station paying for a lollipop and a full tank, and after a few cheesy pickup lines this cock swallowing gag whore was warmed up and ready for the abuse. I think I said something like, "Want something bigger to suck on?", when in all reality I should have told her to get some cough drops to soothe her sore throat after I mercilessly jackhammer dick into it. The lame innuendo was enough and she followed me back to my place. Once inside, I powered down a Gatorade for maximum throatfucking sports performance, and started slapping that kooky bitch across the face with my junk. She giggled, thinking this was going to be a fun time, and started sucking on the head of my cock. |  |
| I don't know if this shit's ever happened to you, but these women need to learn "if you're in for a penny, you're in for a pound", or as I like to say it, "if it's going in your mouth, it's going down your throat." I grabbed her hair with both hands and started pulling her head down onto my cock until I could feel her throat muscles spasm around my shaft. Her mouth was getting nice and lubricated with drool, and Sophie seemed so greatful for the short pauses to catch her breath that she didn't even complain about the rough treatment. I flipped her onto her back on the couch and fucked her mouth while she spit up all over her messy face. |  |
| The sound of her gagging was music to my ears, and her head became a very pleasurable instrument to me. I got so caught up in this fantasy of becoming a famous musician who played gagging whores with his cock that I didn't realize I was about to shoot a big load of cum down her throat. I quickly pulled out and dropped a gooey load of man sauce onto her sad-panda face. I'll miss Sophie, but I'll miss the way her fat tits bounced back and forth as I fucked her throat like a well oiled piston even more. |  |
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