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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." |  |
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