I was asking people for the latest party and was dressed like a priest. They had just pulled me out of the oxygen tent.

I adapted an oxygen mask to fit a bottle of poppers, so I can huff hands free while my ass is being raped. Can’t wait to try it out, I’ll be flying!

Humanity disgusts Me. Every one of you disgusts Me. If you're telling the truth in these confessions, I hate you for having something I don't. If you are lying, I hate you for breathing My oxygen. Men disgust Me because Society rewards them for being obnoxious. women disgust Me because they are all schizophrenics, they complain about 'finding a good guy' while they sell their cunt and use the money to support some useless eater.

I hate all of everything.

If you can read this whole story without laughing, then there's no hope for you. I was crying by the end. This is a so called actual account as relayed to paramedics at a chili cook-off in Texas.

Note: Please take time to read this slowly. Read it all. Do not skip any sections. Do not skip ahead.

Pay attention to the first two judges, the reaction of the third judge is even better.

Note: For those of you who have lived in Texas, you know how true this is. They actually have a Chili Cook-off around Halloween. It takes up a major portion of a parking lot at the San Antonio City Park.

CHILI, TEXAS STYLE !!!
Note from Frank: "Recently, while visiting Texas (I'm from Springfield, IL) I was honored to be selected as a judge at a chili cook-off. The original judge called in sick at the last moment and I happened to be standing there at the judge's table, asking for directions to the Coors Light beer booth, when the call came in. I was assured by the other two judges (Native Texans) that even though I was inexperienced as a Chili taster, the chili >wouldn't be all that spicy. Besides, they told me, I could have free beer during the tasting, so I accepted and became Judge 3.

Here are the scorecard notes from the event:

CHILI # 1 - MIKE'S MANIAC MONSTER CHILI
Judge # 1 -- A little too heavy on the tomato. Amusing kick.
Judge # 2 -- Nice, smooth tomato flavor. Very mild.
Judge # 3 (Frank) -- Holy crap, what the hell is this stuff? You could remove dried paint from your driveway. Took me two beers to put the flames out. I hope that's the worst one. These Texans are crazy.

CHILI # 2 - AUSTIN'S AFTERBURNER CHILI
Judge # 1 -- Smoky, with a hint of pork. Slight jalapeno tang.
Judge # 2 -- Exciting BBQ flavor, needs more peppers to be taken seriously.
Judge # 3 -- Keep this out of the reach of children. I'm not sure what I'm supposed to taste besides pain. I had to wave off two people who wanted to give me the Heimlich maneuver. They had to rush in more beer when they saw the look on my face.

CHILI # 3 - FRED'S FAMOUS BURN DOWN THE BARN CHILI
Judge # 1 -- Excellent firehouse chili. Great kick.
Judge # 2 -- A bit salty, good use of peppers.
Judge # 3 -- Call the EPA. I've located a uranium spill. My nose feels like I have been snorting Drano. Everyone knows the routine by now. Get me more beer before I ignite. Barmaid pounded me on the back, now my backbone is in the front part of my chest. I'm getting {censored-faced from all of the beer.

CHILI # 4 - BUBBA'S BLACK MAGIC
Judge # 1 -- Black bean chili with almost no spice. Disappointing.
Judge # 2 -- Hint of lime in the black beans. Good side dish for fish or other mild foods, not much of a chili.
Judge # 3 -- I felt something scraping across my tongue, but was unable to taste it. Is it possible to burn out taste buds? Sally, the beer maid, was standing behind me with fresh refills. This 300 lb. woman is starting to look HOT ... just like this nuclear waste I'm eating! Is chili an aphrodisiac?

CHILI # 5 - LISA'S LEGAL LIP REMOVER
Judge # 1 -- Meaty, strong chili. Cayenne peppers freshly ground, adding considerable kick. Very impressive.
Judge # 2 -- Chili using shredded beef, could use more tomato. Must admit the cayenne peppers make a strong statement.
Judge # 3 -- My ears are ringing, sweat is pouring off my forehead and I can no longer focus my eyes. I farted, and four people behind me needed paramedics. The contestant seemed offended when I told her that her chili had given me brain damage. Sally saved my tongue from bleeding by pouring beer directly on it from the pitcher. I wonder if I'm burning my lips off. It really ticks me off that the other judges asked me to stop screaming. Screw them.

CHILI # 6 - VERA'S VERY VEGETARIAN VARIETY
Judge # 1 -- Thin yet bold vegetarian variety chili. Good balance of spices and peppers.
Judge # 2 -- The best yet. Aggressive use of peppers and garlic. Superb.
Judge # 3 -- My intestines are now a straight pipe filled with gaseous, >sulfuric flames. I crapped on myself when I farted, and I'm worried it will >eat through the chair. No one seems inclined to stand behind me except that Sally. Can't feel my lips anymore. I need to wipe my butt with a snow cone.

CHILI # 7 - SUSAN'S SCREAMING SENSATION CHILI
Judge # 1 -- A mediocre chili with too much reliance on canned peppers.
Judge # 2 -- Ho hum, tastes as if the chef literally threw in a can of chili peppers at the last moment. **I should take note that I am worried about judge number 3. He appears to be a bit of distress as he is cursing uncontrollably.
Judge # 3 -- You could put a grenade in my mouth, pull the pin, and I wouldn't feel a thing. I've lost sight in one eye, and the world sounds like it is made of rushing water. My shirt is covered with chili, which slid unnoticed out of my mouth. My pants are full of lava to match my shirt. Atleast during the autopsy, they'll know what killed me. I've decided to stop breathing. It's too painful. Screw it; I'm not getting any oxygen anyway. If I need air, I'll just suck it in through the 4-inch hole in my stomach.

CHILI # 8 - BIG TOM'S TOENAIL CURLING CHILI
Judge # 1 -- The perfect ending, this is a nice blend chili. Not too bold but spicy enough to declare its existence.
Judge # 2 -- This final entry is a good, balanced chili. Neither mild nor hot. Sorry to see that most of it was lost when Judge #3 farted, passed out, fell over and pulled the chili pot down on top of himself. Not sure if he's going to make it. Poor feller, wonder how he'd have reacted to really hot chili?
Judge # 3 - No Report

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She drives me crazy!
Acting out our favourite fantasy, yesterday my GF stood in front of me as I kneeled before her.
For a couple of minutes she made me just stare at the front of her demim blue jeans, not allowing me to do anything but wait. Then, ever so slowly, she began to unbuckle her wide-cut leather belt with her right hand and left fingers as she looked down at me with concentration.
Eventually, with her jeans and panties down and off, she lay back down on our bed, her top still on revealing the pert shape of her beautiful 34C breasts underneath. She told me to lie down in front of her on the bed with my back resting on her, and my head cusioned by her breasts.
Then, it began! My GF clasped her two hands, one hand on top of the other, firmly over my nose and mouth, and with a tender, affectionate, loving, whisper started to scold me for struggling to breath. Her eyes looked into mine as she smiled down on me, her legs, hairy pussy, and breasts embrased around me with every desperate struggle and protest my body made as I gasped for breath.
We both knew though that my struggles were futile as I gradually weakened for lack of oxygen. Before I passed-out, she did take pity on me, and tenderly kissed me on he cheek before releasing me for us to sleep...

I hate the way that I pay over a third of my salary in taxes before I even recieve it,

Then i go to the petrol station and buy some overpriced fuel - 70% of the cost is tax.

I pay my mortgage (including the indirect tax that the government has charged the banks and they have then passed onto me)

I buy some shopping (including tax) cant buy everything I want, we have to economise.

Once I have done these things we might have a cheap takeaway on sat night (inlcuding tax) as we cant afford to go out like we used to.

I then scrimp my way through the rest of the month in our house we own on a council estate.

My neighbours all sit at home with 2 year old cars (mine is 10 years old and cost me �300 (about $500) watching their 50 inch tv's (I bought an old rear projection as I couldnt afford a new flatscreen)

If i did not have to pay for these dole bludging scum bag oxygen theievs I would have a lot more money to give my children a better life.

Why should my children go without because I choose to work, why should they have the nice things taken from them and given to the fuckers that will not work and contribute to society!

I say, ban all bankers bonuses, get rid of all benefits, look after the working class for a fucking change instead of robbing them blind!

Short Story: The Exploitation of Joan
Image via AI Art Stable Diffusion

She was being crushed under the weight of his hairy fat gut, pressing into her soft fragile body. Joan gasped for breath as his large hand gripped her neck. She gasped and gagged feeling him pumping his member deep inside her, his whisky breath wafting up her nostrils at whatever oxygen she struggled to inhale. Her petite breasts protruded under his barrel chest as he slammed into her. Her long slender legs were pinned open as he pounded her little frame of a body. With each thrust it was harder to breath. His bearded face was itchy on her soft pale skin, reddening it with irritation. He let go of her neck, and quickly bit into her neck, she could feel his teeth sinking in and she let out a gasp. She inhaled, and gulped in as much air as she could and coughed. With each cough she could feel her muscles tighten around his invading cock that was decimating her womb.

She could feel the tip of his thick cock slam into her cervix, and she squealed in pain. The pain of her vaginal walls being stretched almost made her pass out as he fucked her with no remorse. One of his giant paws grabbed on to one of her petite breasts, squeezing tightly. His bearded mouth was upon her lips and his tongue forcefully opened her mouth. She could taste his stale putrid breath as his tongue slid on to hers. His tongue penetrated deep inside of her mouth. Grunting with every pump into her small frame, her body was jolted by each and every painful thrust inside her. His mouth pulled away from her lips, and he focused on a perky breast, biting down, sucking as his hairy obese belly pinned her underneath. He tensed up, she could feel the girth of his cock expanding inside her, pushing the walls of her tight vagina outward. His hand gripped her neck and he stopped sucking on her nipple, but was now looking into her eyes. He grunted loudly and she felt his large cock pulsating deep within her. Her pussy was on fire, as if a volcano was erupting inside her. She could feel his hot white cum dripping out of her as he continued to pump in a seemingly never ending orgasm. She winced in pain as her pussy burned from being stretched so much from the friction of such a large cock. He collapsed on top of her, grunting. Again she struggled to breath, and patted him on his hairy back.

“Hey…” she whispered.
“Hmmm,” he grunted and rolled off of her.
She stood up and cum ran down her leg. Joan shook her head because she really hated taking the morning after pill, but she couldn’t afford to get birth control. There were no free women’s clinics around her area. Joan walked over to the nightstand and recounted the money that was on it. $600, he must have given her a tip for not using a condom – not like she really had a choice in the matter. The man stirred, and she turned towards him. He was looking up at her grinning, admiring her body.
“That was some good ass pussy, girl. Makin mama proud I’m sure!” He had a southern drawl.
Joan didn’t say a word, but leaned down and grabbed her panties off the floor.

“Alright little lady, I get the hint,” he grunted as he got up off the bed, reaching for his pants. He pulled out his wallet, looked inside, “Well ya didn’t steal anything, here’s another $200 for being a good girl, a good little slut. You keep that pussy of yours in tip top shape ok? Daddy’s gonna want more.”
“Yes sir,” she murmured. Her muscles hurt, her pussy hurt, and her neck throbbed in pain. She looked down at her breast and it was bruised, and had a hickey. She would need time to heal before accepting other clients. She sat down on the bed and slipped on her favorite black miniskirt, then picked up her red laced top and pulled it over her small tits.

“Yer not a talkative one,” he noted, “I like that. Bitches who talk too much annoy me, well, gotta head home to the cunt I married. Hopefully I’ll see you again. Here is my number.”

He handed her a business card and quickly put his shirt on. Not even looking back to her, he opened the door to the room and left.

“No fucking way I’m going through that again. Fuck,” she said to herself. She stood up and winced in pain. She walked over to the room’s safe which was hidden in a closet and used the combination to open it. Her purse was inside, as was her phone.

She looked through the various text messages on her phone and noticed one from her stepbrother.

“I know what you have been doing, you little whore,” the text read.
Her face was flush with anger, “motherfucking asshole,” she said as she dialed his number.
“Hello?” He politely asked.
“Fuck off, who do you think you are?”
“Just a guy who is gonna tell your mom your little secret… unless…”
“UNLESS WHAT?” Joan fumed, yelling into the phone.
“Unless you let me get some of that…” he said calmly.
“Listen dickhead, I don’t know what you’re talking about – what secret? Go ahead, you’re disgusting.”
Her step brother was a bit older than she was, he was 26, and she just turned 21.
“I’ve got proof. One of my buddies fucked you, and took video of it. Hidden video, here I’ll send you a screenshot, hold on…” he scrolled through his phone and sent her a screenshot of her kneeling on the floor of a hotel room, with a man’s cock in her mouth.
Her heart nearly stopped.
“I’ve always had a thing for you, Joan… your choice” he said.
(to be continued?)

I confess that I am completely fucking appalled with the new fucking redirects on every fucking page

It's pretty obvious with this ingenious strategy that the Motherless administrator is either a complete fucking moron or has his head so far up his ass that the lack of oxygen has affected his judgment

There is no better fucking way to drive your viewers away than this

You fucking idiot!!!

Parking meters and trampolines make me randy. I'm deathly afraid of January. I buy an apple, I throw it away. I hate apples! The only difference between me and Tom Hanks is our dick sizes. While mine is stunningly average, Tom has a dick bigger than Rhode Island. I secretly like apples, but lie about it when nervous. I'm not really sure how pencils work. I suspect it's a trick. My dad hates Canadian bacon. Everyone thinks I breathe oxygen, but they are sadly mistaken. When I throw up, I THROW UP! Donkeys make bad lifeguards. Not all dogs go to heaven. Some dogs burn in hell for their wicked ways. They are going to cancel the year 2015 and replace it with an updated 1893. I often forget to remove my wristwatch when I am fisting people. Diet Coke is not real. Neither is New Brunswick.

im a 26 year old white male who would love to be brutally fucked by the 2 biggest black cocks you have ever seen. I would be bent over while 1 cock would fuck my virgin unlubricated ass so hard it feels like i gonna tear into making me scream like a little girl, tnhe other cock would then walk in front of me and ram his cock down my throat cutting off my air supply so i would shut up. I would eventually pass out due to lack of oxygen. when i'd wake up i would be tied up and both cocks would now be up my ass ripping it in two, before they'd finally pull out and fill my mouth with their warm manly sperm.

I get off to videos and pics of women being tortured. Any kind of abuse will do, but I especially love it when their tits are mangled, whipped and nailed to boards. I've always thought that women are pieces of shit that don't deserve to exist on the same level as a man, and the fact that they do bugs the shit out of me.

Recently, I started exploring a new side of this - asphyxiation. It's tough to find, and even tougher to find stuff that's realistic, but I found these videos of various Jap cunts being sealed inside plastic bags and having a vacuum attached to suck the air out.

It's so fucking hot watching them struggle and try to scream, thrashing around as the oxygen escapes their lungs and their brainst start to die. A few of them get left in there for quite a long time (5 minutes or more) and you can see their bodies convulsing as the time without air gets longer and longer...

So fucking hot.

So all the sandnigger countries are in revolt and killing each other.
So why the fuck are we getting involved? We should just let the filthy cunts get on with it.
If there are any boat loads of the bacon hating pieces of shit trying to escape,then a submarine should surface and straffe the cunts into oblivion.
And before you sandnigger loving moralfaggots leap to thier defence,just remember that regardless what the west does these ingrateful goat fucking subhuman cunts will turn it against us.
Remember what they did to Lara Logan and she was on thier side,so if you are going to defend these oxygen thieves,why dont you jump on a plane and defend them from sandnigger land.

I confess I have to wonder why Randomonium has uploaded 58 pages of softcore bollix on to a hardcore site ... what a waste of fucking bandwidth.

Sir; You should have internet taken away from you for wasting time and wasting bandwidth, you sir are nothing more then an oxygen thief.

Went to the fucking beach today to spy on some old but not many around,the schools finish next week so more eye candy soon.
What pissed me off was a bunch of niggers on the beach looking like thet were enjoying themselves,even worse was this scrawny fucking white dude with disgusting dreads pretending to be a nigger.
Niggers are oxygen thieves and to have some pathetic cunt simulating niggerism made want to commit murder.
I will always consider niggerism a worse felony than being a nigger.

just oxygen. i was just woundering if anybody has tryed the just oxygen and if it works very good. would it help with sex.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Wj1xFUzbtLM

My Last Boyfriend

The thing that stuck with me the most was how he'd arrange to having me give him a blowjob. He would usually sit down to watch some hardcore porn movie in the living room with me. His tastes would often veer towards the fetishistic. For a time he was heavily into interracial gangbangs, that's where one blonde buxom bimbo would have to take on five or more well-hung black studs who'd fuck her silly. Then he moved on to facials and bukkake videos which would show some girl serving a number of cocks, only to have them cover her face in semen. He soon developed a particular fondness of a specific German brand of those videos which would also often culminate in the girls getting their cum-drenched faces showered in gallons of fresh piss. He'd have them playing on our TV, letting me hear the sounds of strangers fucking, sucking and cumming while I carefully unzipped his pants and let his cock slip into my mouth, lovingly licking and slurping on his veiny shaft. Soon thereafter he discovered yet another style of hardcore pornography to get him hard and ready. This time the videos added another element to the cumshots, gangbangs and golden showers: the humiliation, degradation and torture of the girl. He'd come so hard watching some young and innocent looking teen get tied up, spanked, hurt and verbally abused to the point of tears and frequently beyond. He savored the moments when she would be called whore, cumbag, cockslut and so on and loved to see those words have an effect on her. But even those videos of hard, merciless fucking and cruel and abusive domination were nothing compared to his favourite taste in porn: rape.

It was the ultimate turn-on for him to witness a young girl be forcefully penetrated, while she squirmed and begged. He loved it when the camera stayed on her face, absorbing every second of her fear, suffering and humiliation. Occasionally he'd mutter something vicious and hateful under his breath, while the screaming and grunting on the screen kept going. I've no doubt, that his words were as much directed to the girl in the video as they were towards me dutifully sucking and pumping his cock.

As his depraved tastes in porn progressed over the months, he'd want me to ask him to do some of those things he so liked to watch to me. It was one of his hang-ups that he'd never say what he liked to do to me. He never actually said things like 'I wanna tie you up and shove my cock down your throat'; 'Let me fuck you into your asshole'; 'I want to see you taste your own cunt juices before I spurt my cum on you'; 'It makes me so hard to treat you like a cheap and dirty slut'

It had to come from me. All the time. You'd think that would give me some kind of power, but that was far from the case. He was very good at manipulating my emotions to the point that I would feel like I was somehow messed up for not begging him to act out all kinds of weird sexual fetishes on me. Worse yet, he made me feel like I was mistreating him or sabotaging my own feelings for him by not asking him to treat me like some filthy gutter trash whore in bed. So that was what I did.

With each new hardcore video that would get into heavy rotation at home, I would soon ask him during some blowjob or handjob on the couch, if he would do that to me, too. Occasionally he'd refuse at first, slightly disgusted by my apparently sick and filthy urges. But instead of feeling like an idiot, I'd feel ashamed, yet even more eager to win his consent. He had me beg for days before he deigned to give me a golden shower, that I so claimed to want. I had to finger myself to orgasm as he splashed my face with piss, to 'convince' him that I really did get off on it. He was just as stubborn during the first few times he ass-fucked me; when he first whipped me or when he started rough-handling me during sex.

please I want to taste myself on your cock.
please stick it up my ass.
please let me be your nasty little girl.
please hit me.
please I need it to hurt.
please say it like you mean it.

The funny thing is, that after a while, it became impossible to seperate his tastes from mine. The faked thrills blended into actual thrills. I slowly grew accustomed to the taste of his sexual fantasies. I took a liking to not just playing but being his fucktoy, his slave, his victim. Before long I found myself acting out his fantasy of me whenever I was home. At work I'd be myself, chit-chatting with my collegues about this problem student or the other, grading papers, preparing lessons and so on. But shortly after I stepped into our home, I would casually slip into my role of kinky little minx daring him to teach me a lesson in humility.

As it turned out, all he was waiting for was a little encouragement. Some reassurance that I was willing to be used for every sordid little fuck fantasy he had set his mind to. Which was why I often found myself tied and bound, my clothes torn off me and his thick prick ramming into me with as much anger as he could summon. All while he beat me and yelled obscenities and abuse into my face untill I was crying, screaming and begging him to stop. It wasn't any good until tears were streaming down my face. Nothing would get him off more than seeing the pain he caused by fucking me.

So one time, as I was babbling incoherently in-between my sobs, pleading with him as he pounded my abused asshole and throwing my head around with every loud slap his hand made when it connected with my face... I felt him move his hand away from my red and pulsing cheeks and to my throat. I could barely control my sobbing breaths. He pushed his cock in a little deeper causing me to moan slightly, then he made me lock eyes with him. He stared into my eyes with a mixture of crazed lust and barely concealed disgust. 'You filthy little whore. Worthless fucking cunt. Do you want me to do it with my cock buried in your slut ass?' he hissed at me. For a moment I was confused, then he began to squeeze my throat, chocking me slowly. I felt a tinge of panic, but before I could form the words to beg him to stop, he was angrily thrusting into me again. 'Now what, you piece of shit whore? This what you dream of? Ending up ass-raped and choked in some guy's basement?' he began using his other hand to really smack me around. I tried to scream but the lack of oxygen was starting to get to me. Except for a dry cough and the involuntary jerking from his thrusts I barely registered anything around me. I knew he was beating me, but the burning in my lungs was quickly drowning out the pain. It was only when he pulled his dick out of my puckered hole, that I remembered him fucking me in the ass. Then his grip suddenly disappeared from my throat. I desperately gasped for air, trying to fill my lungs with the comforting coolness of oxygen. Out of the corner of my eyes I barely noticed him, furiously jerking off and blasting his load all over my face. I was about to cry out my surprise when I felt his veiny prick push into my mouth. 'Lick it clean, bitch. All of it.' he yelled moving his dick back and forth in my mouth. I held back my gag reflex as I tasted myself on his cock. Closing my eyes submissively I moved my tongue around trying to lick every part of his shaft. When he pulled out after a while, his dick had gone half-limp. He stood up straight above me, pointing his penis at my face.

I could tell what was coming and started struggling against my bonds. He chuckled, and suddenly I felt the first gush of piss hit my face, splashing into my mouth, my cheeks and down my hair. I let out an anguished cry which I realised turned him on more. His piss hit me with more force than I had expected and as I was thrashing around beneath him, some of it hit my breasts while some even found its way into my mouth as I screamed. When he was done, and I was well-soaked in cum and urine he stepped down again and started undoing my restraints. 'Your one nasty fucking whore' he said, slapping my breast hard once more for good measure. I cringed and said nothing, which as it turned out was a bad idea. He pulled me down by my hair, forcing me to kneel before him on all fours. 'Lick my feet' he demanded, which I obeyed hesitatingly. He ran his hand down my back, slapping my ass hard while I ran my tongue in between his toes. Unhappy with my performance, he pulled me up some more demanding I use my tongue where it belonged. He turned around and bent over slightly bearing his ass towards me. 'Go on and lick it, you stupid cunt. I want to feel your tongue on my asshole' I wanted to scream. I wanted to yell at him, How he dared to treat me like this. I hated him for demanding me to lick his shithole. The anger and humiliation was making me tear up. But I couldn't stand giving him the satisfaction of having made me cry like that, so instead I buried my face in his ass crack and start pushing my tongue into him. He started moaning and cursing excitedly. 'I knew it. You fucking pig. you twisted little slut. You love that.' He took my hand and placed it on his semi-limp cock. 'Jerk me off, you sick fuck.' This was too much. I could barely keep myself from crying. But as I dutifuly licked out his asshole, I used my hand to pump him into another erection.

I felt him getting harder in my hand. Once he was ready, he turned around and pressed my mouth open while slowly jerking off right in front of my face. Then he let his balls sink into my open mouth with obvious pleasure, moaning as he did so. 'Use your tongue, fuckhole.' I obeyed and tried to please him as well as I could, licking and sucking his balls. Tasting the mix of his cum and my juices that had stuck to his pubic hair. Soon he got tired of that as well, and holding my head steady with both his hands he pushed his cock into my mouth. Deeper and deeper, hitting the back of my throat. He pulled back a little only to push in deep again, causing me to gag and struggle for air. He didn't seem to care. He pulled out for a second or two only to thrust himself into my mouth again, as soon as I had stopped gagging and coughing. He kept going until he managed to thrust his dick all the way inside and down my throat. 'Better get used to getting your throat fucked like this, whore. I don't think I can be satisfied without making you deepthroat me.' When he pulled out again thick strings of saliva were hanging between the head and my lips. He nodded approvingly then grabbed his belt from the chair. Instinctively, I moved away from him afraid of being hit again. 'Relax. that's not what I'm gonna use the belt for. I want to play a little game with you.' He made a sling out of his belt and put it around my neck. 'I wonder if you can make me cum while I'm choking you. Let's see if you can make me blow my load inside your hole, before you pass out.' With the last words he jerked up his belt, tightening it around my throat and led me to a chair. He sat down, proudly presenting me with his erection and not letting go of the leash choking me. I straddled him with short and hurried breathes and sank down over him, his hard meat urging its way into me. 'I reckon you get a few minutes headstart, before I make use of this' he held the belt up to my face and grinned at me. I started grinding my hips, moving them up and down in hopes of creating enough friction to get him to orgasm. he didn't seem to care. i started to caress my breasts, pinching my nipples and pushing them up so i could lick them. i tried to hide my panic, when he seemed entirely unimpressed, but I could feel him pushing back more and more. I leaned forward, trying to think of something slutty or whorish to whisper into his ear, but I couldn't think of anything. So I simply dropped any pretense and said what I had been thinking all along.

'Please I cannot take it anymore. This is too much. It hurts. Please stop, Baby. I don't want this.' I could feel tears running down my cheeks. My short breaths had turned into pitiful sobs. 'I don't know the safeword anymore, just stop please.' He was starting to thrust into me now. Harder and harder every time. 'Please don't Baby. I'm begging you'. His thrusts had quickly become violent and painful and I howled out in pain with each. We weren't having sex anymore. He was simply fucking me, using me, destroying me.

Then he suddenly pulled hard on the leash, squeezing my throat shut and cried out as his orgasm was about to hit. I struggled desperately for air, flailing my hands about. He thrust into me hard. I hit him, scratched him, desperate for air. He threw his head back, screaming in extasy. I grasped for his arm, trying to get control of the belt. He barely noticed as he kept spurting his cum into me. My eyes were burning, my lungs cramping and he just kept pushing his dick deeper and deeper into me. I buried my fingers into my throat trying to pry the belt off...

...and then I came.

Pseudo snuff film. No hemorrhaging of the blood vessels in the eyes. The face never became red from inability of the blood to drain from the brain. The lips never became blue from lack of oxygen. The shoe string was never cutting into the neck from swelling of the tissue also caused by the blood not being able to drain from the brain.

In addition, why would the person doing the strangling want their face in the video?

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(Boston and western Massachusetts)

private message me if you want in real life training and practice for your wife, girlfriend, mistress or slave female. 

Are you a young Emo 🖤/ Goth female (19-30) who is 
always horny loves to masturbate to rough interracial porn, has a wicked oral fixation and looking to lose your throat virginity/lose or control your gag reflex?

Are you a female who is very curious, interested in being black owned by a black daddy dom ?

Are you a  female who is totally obsessed & infatuated with older black men? 

Are you a female who is obsessed with learning how to give better blowjobs, breaking your throat barrier and deep throat breath play practice?

Are you that female who mouth waters and pussy gets wet thinking about letting a rock, hard, black dick punish your face mouth and throat?

Do you feel less worthless get excited and get horny when you put a rock, hard dick deep in the back of your tight little wet throat until you run out of oxygen just to please black men?

Private message me if you are a female or wife who is looking for long-term face, fuck therapy and anal training as well.

(Westminster and western Massachusetts)

Let a black man teach, train your wife how to stretch her throat barrier 

let a black daddy take her throat virginity,& teach her how to hold her breath until she runs out of oxygen and struggling for air.

Lets teach your wife/slave female’s face, mouth and throat a lesson she’ll never forget.

send your wife, girlfriend or slave female to me for long term face fuck therapy sessions in, near Boston or Western Massachusetts areas.

want to listen to your wife choking, gagging and puking 🤮 on a rock hard black dick? 🍆  let’s chat 💬 about it.

Are you Emo 🖤 female who is interested, curious about having her face, mouth 👄 and throat 👅punished?

Are you a Goth chic who wants her throat humiliated, degraded and used like meat?

are you that kinky always horny or excited wife who has fantasized a dream and masturbated to the idea of being face fucked ,skull fucked by a black man while hubby masturbates?

Are you that wife loves dressing up and slutty outfits and clothes to go meet your black man or have him come over to your house?!

Are you a female who is curious about losing her gag reflex/losing her throat virginity/feeling a rock, hard, black dick sliding deep in the back of your throat, holding it there until you run out of oxygen struggling for air?

If you are that extreme females living in or near Connecticut from New Hampshire, Maine or Western Massachusetts, let’s chat maybe more

this is for that female, who is looking for long-term throat and anal training