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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! |  |
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