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I only fuck faggots, not interested in gay men. A faggots place is to take cock and his reward is my load. How i deliver it or what he needs to do (or endure, like getting throatfucked) to get me off does not matter. Only my pleasure and satisfaction does. 

I am not a politically correct Master. Never was, never cared for any of stuff. My sub is there to be used rough. Period. I will do just that. If he doesnt like it, he can go on to the next cock. 

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On 9/19/2017 at 12:25 AM, DaddysBoi said:

Say you were sucking a guy off when he decided to take it a step up (or in this case a few inches deeper).

He wants to force fuck your throat.

And not just deep and slow. I mean a really rough throatfuck.

Will you let him ravage your throat till he cums or will you push him off?

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i would let Him keep fucking, i have done that, and will always

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Oh I enjoy sucking until my mouth is flooded. But force fuck my tight ass and let enjoy sucking your cock and deep throating as much as I can585af2f50f133_004(640x559).jpg.09084cdd4494f55c7b73e80759d6bee2.jpg  Force your cock here & raping me as you plunging deep!           RICk

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On 2/11/2018 at 10:38 AM, bbaremich said:

Unfortunately I gag very easily. It’s the only thing that I don’t like when I have sex. I’ve never thrown up when it happens but I feel like I’ve come close. I cannot do real deep throating and I have to tell my tops that if they try :(

If you lie on your back on a bed and tilt your head back, your throat will form a good line for them to get in deeper.

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On 2/11/2018 at 8:46 AM, 120DaysofSodom said:

This is pretty normal for me, especially in the parking lot when I get drunk and leave the bar at 3 in the morning lol.

If my Top wants me to resist a little so that he can rape my throat, I'll do it - but otherwise I'll take it like the wannabe bitchwhore that I am.

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Thats the best kinda cock sucking.  I welcum it. This str8 acting guy loves to suck off cocks at the porn stores when my girlfriend is working. The hotter the better.  Its all about the cock and my mouth.  Thats it.  This str8 acting faggot loves to suck off any random strangers.  About a year ago. I was cruising for some cocks at the back video booths at the porn shop.  I found this guy jerking his cock.  I was in my late 20s. He was around 50 or 60. This guy had a big thick cock.  Now I know that im a hot cocksucker who is good at deepthroating.  So I start to suck his cock.  This guy grabs the back of my head and just starts to throat fuck me like some kind of faggot.  Without warning,  this guy  slams his cock way deep in my throat and holds it there.  He unloads his huge thick load of cum down my throat.  I couldn't stop coughing on that load.  I got up to my feet.  Still choking and coughing on that cum and throat fuck.  

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This is a grey area. I deep throat provided the cock is bent in the general direction of my mouth. If it is fully hard and doesn't line up, no amount of forcing is going to get that dick down my throat. Flipping on my back or sucking him from the side any cock will slide right down. If the top is insisting on the front position, not much to do, but take the abuse of my soft palate.

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I was very fortunate - being young and come upon to older males having sex in the woods ( blk and white ) - teaching me at first to lick and suck dicks ! The white bottom training me to be like him - developing me - taking dicks and developing my cunt with toys ! After 2 weeks , developing , they had a party introducing me - my bottom bitch was coaching me - taking on sucking dicks ! It was a fantastic party , drinks , food , porno movies and drugs ! Sometime I was having 3somes - thankful I had my Bitchy boy coaching me !  :P

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It's not my choice and it shouldn't be.  I love it when a guy pushes my little sissy head all the way down his cock.  I love when he makes me gag and gasp for air and doesn't stop. The more forceful the better.  My mouth and cunt are for his pleasure and I want him to take me however he wants. 

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Sometimes my top gets really excited and tries to shove his cock as far down my throat as he can. I know my place with him and willingly let him use my throat for his pleasure. I happily deal with my gagging and tears just as long as he lets me breath, and he does, then I never resist.

One time on vacation he tied my hands, woke me up in the middle of the night, and throat fucked me for god knows how long before he finally came. It felt like he used my throat for hours because he had already bread me earlier that night. My jaw and throat were super sore the next day, but I never complained to him about it.

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In this case I sniff a huge from poppers, grab the top ass and push his dick much deeper. I love to choke on a dick. I pull or let pull off the dick only when it's been taking into my hole.

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