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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. |  |
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