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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! |  |
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