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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. |
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