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I just read your latest post !!

I just read it while there is football on tv and my housemate is on the other sofa, so no touching, but just reading it I got so hard and I had to email you.

Ahh your attitude is just everything so perfect. The teasing with the kiss…I always think that kissing is the most intimate thing two people can do. Being teased with a kiss from your sexy mouth would be even more frustrating than being teased by your pussy.

I would do anything. And like in the blog post, I will say that I mean anything! Even sucking cock for you…

 

Calvin_and_HobbesSean’s email to me turned on two light bulbs in my head reminding me about the peculiar cases of Mumpa and Hobbes , which though it sounds like an Indian version of the comic strip Calvin and Hobbes it’s not.  Which makes sense because if you told an Indian dude there’s a comic strip about a boy named Mumpa and his imaginary tiger who is real – but only when nobody’s around – the Indian man, his life founded in practicality,  would say “Well that is nonsense … everybody can see the Tiger will eat the boy.”

Mumpa indeed was an Indian dude who used the words “no limitations” in his email describing his desire for a forced bi session while Hobbes was from… hmm actually I don’t recall him ever telling me though I remember his accent to be possibly Polish or perhaps from elsewhere in Eastern Europe.  Anyways regardless of where he was from , Hobbes sprung to my mind because his introductory email also had the tentatively written phrase “even sucking cock for you”.

mampaMumpa, Hobbes and pretty much any other submissive who has come to me for a first time forced bi experience has never contacted me again after the sessions were finished.  Why?  Well it’s kind of like strapping yourself to a rocket.  You might survive the blast off , hell you might even enjoy the ride for a few minutes , but there’s no escaping the end of that ride is there?

Unlike a circus, my sessions don’t have a net to ensure you a safe landing.

In fact, my circus of the insane involves building a concrete wall to ensure the impact is extra squishy , let me explain.

At the time of Mumpa’s session back in January I was still working with a lady boy named Bowling who at the time – but not any longer – had a massively thick 7 inch sausage between her legs.  I’m not talking internet measurements either , I mean thick like a coke can , to the point where every single guy who caught a glimpse of it while glancing over their shoulder before it was forced into their ass let out a scream of despair.

It wasn’t the follow up emails that sealed Mumpa’s fate , it was that he fatally put the words : experienced , enjoy , and no limitations together in the same sentence with his introductory email.  Guys who have seen me over the years know that you don’t challenge me like that.  Every man has limits that they have not been pushed beyond and my job on certain occasions is to open Pandora’s box for these gentleman.

bwassLadyboy’s for the most part are submissive bottoms , and while you do find some who promote themselves as being versatile , it’s practically impossible to find one who genuinely enjoys giving it to a guy , the reason being that deep down in their heart they desire to become a lady.  Every single ladyboy that I’ve worked with regularly has cut it off and if you stop to think for a second just how final that decision is , you have to respect not their courage to go through with such a procedure , but rather their commitment to wanting to become a girl at all costs.

That being said, until they do lop it off , they are still men.  What I know about men is that when certain buttons are pushed and they have both the sexual rage and the green light to do so … they can become animals in the bedroom.

Again, before you can understand why these sessions turned out the way they did , you have to first have a grip on human psychology.

We as a species generally have a programmed care for other human beings.  You can see that in times of need where we all instinctively put aside our differences and help thy fellow man in times of crisis.  However there is an underlying primal instinct that runs through us like a deep underground river which when let loose, disregards that programmed care in lieu of abusing another the way a lion would maul a zebra.

You see it in school with bullying.  Where I’m from you see it whenever there is a 1 vs 1 street fight and it turns into 500 vs 1 mauling every single time.  Where you don’t see it , but where it occurs the most frequently , is behind the bedroom door in times of sexual activity.

It’s embedded in the terminology of men:  “I fucked the bitch” , “I let her have it” , “I gave it to her good” , “I banged her hard” , “I fucked the cunt” , “I impaled her.”

Here it’s heard on the football pitches , I guess where you’re from it’s heard in hockey room dressing rooms or baseball – hmm does baseball have locker rooms?  Whatever, I’m sure men talk shit about us girls wherever the location, I’ve heard it and the complete barbaric lack of respect disgusts me.  Luckily my profession is such that I have the ability to harness such aggression and use it on the very gender who talk the talk but can’t walk the walk.  Heh, fair play’s a bitch ain’t it?

All I need to do in my ladyboy sessions is to get the chick to tap into his inner beast , as buried as it may be.  In other words, he needs to know “not only is it ok to rape this dude’s throat, but it’s expected.”

I was watching UFC fights regularly for a while to get me psyched up for my Muay Thai but I ended up cancelling my subscription because I saw too much humanitarianism at the end of fights which truly isn’t indicative of what happens out in the street when there is no cage, no refs and no sponsors.  All men, given the proper cruel circumstances , will kill.  It’s why there’s so much laws and regulation in the world , it’s a shield against your innate savagery.  You can count on one hand how many 100’s of years ago men were butchering one another with swords and raping women at will.

We’re only at Super Bowl 50 guys , not even triple digits yet.  In terms of how long we’ve had to evolve from primal barbarianism , it’s less than a blink of an eye in the history of mankind.  Some countries (cough, cough) who cannot hide behind the shield of law provided in first world countries, really display how primal their male species are.  Which is perfect for such a session as my submissive guys are asking for.

 

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By his throat I had Mumpa tied over the bed of his hotel room, his feet restrained by the headboard posts and his arms tied tightly to the posts at the foot of the bed.  With his head dangling over the side of the bed the only allowance he had for movement was a horizontal shaking of his head which would be discouraged with pain.  Which is what pain should be used for.  It’s a tool to be used sparingly if at all to discourage cheating by the submissive subject.  In most cases, fear of pain is enough to ensure proper behavior.

I laid down 2 of the three towels from the bathroom on the floor beneath his head keeping the third one in hand.

To disassociate Bowling from her environment I told her to put on a playlist of her favorite music and to play it loud so that her earphones would stifle most if not all extraneous noise.  But just before she put the earplugs on I gave her the only instructions she needed :  “deep and hard , don’t stop , no matter what.”

I’d say the majority of guys who envision a forced bi session see themselves casually being pushed away from my pussy towards a waiting cock where they reluctantly suck on the head to get used to the taste and feel before venturing further down the shaft.  I give no such luxury of time.

Sucking cock , it’s ok until … it’s 7 inches down your throat on the first insertion and your gag reflex immediately coughs it back out , only to have it rammed like a piston right back into the back of your throat.  Five seconds in and Mumpa had an inclination of how sorry he would be for using the words ‘no limitation.’

“Survive it without complaint , and you’ll get to fuck pussy at the end of the session” I told him as I used my towel to mop off the drool being sucked out of his mouth by Bowling’s dick.

He tried to turn his head slightly to the left or right for the next few strokes which prevented her dick from entering the deepest part of the throat.  I corrected such behavior from happening again by flogging his nipples one time sharply.  A pleasant side effect of such a stroke being that his yelp opened up his throat nicely for another full thick penetration.

dickheadAt about 15 minutes into the forced bi session the struggling , gagging , drooling , kicking of Mumpa had desensitized Bowling and her strokes picked up both thrust and frequency and it was a symphony to watch.  She’d hit the back of the throat so deep that the dick would be gagged back up and she’d reenter only to be rejected back out again.  A pool of his saliva covered his face and the ladyboy was turned on by the delirium in the Indian man’s eyes.

It was nothing short of a full on throat rape and the only thing that kept him from opting out of the session was the reminder of the possibility of pussy at the end of the tunnel.  Guys truly will put up with anything if there’s the possibility of pussy at some point.

My phone rang forty five minutes into the ordeal and i gave Bowling the ‘enough’ sign.  Poor guy couldn’t properly swallow the water I had offered him , his throat had opened to the size of a meteoric crater.

A knock on the door a second later revealed the girl I promised he could fuck, a go-go bar girl I had used in such a situation way back in December.  Too bad for him that the way he got to fuck her wasn’t quite what he had in mind.  Don’t know if he’s ever been called a dickhead in his life , but that girl was all over his cock’in’mouth like a fat kid on a Smartie.

Now Hobbes , haha I have to laugh, poor Hobbes had a wholly different introduction to sucking cock.  Well for him sucking cock wasn’t the problem.  That’s because he had said “even sucking cock” as if that was going to be the biggest hurdle for him to get over in the session , which of course I made sure it wasn’t.

It had never occurred to me until that afternoon to tease the ladyboy.  After all , for most ladyboys their baby sausage is an unwanted tool who’s only function is to earn them cash , so I had thought that she’d be up for a good long tease just for the novelty of it.  It took a while because there was no seduction going on between me and her but sure enough her coke can was shuddering in the wind , and by wind I guess I mean air conditioning breeze.  Sure as heck wasn’t my breathe creating the wind because there was no way in hell I was putting my face anywhere near Mount St. Helen’s , that thing was ready to blow.

One could almost hear her cum cells splitting and multiplying in her tiny Cadbury Easter Cream Egg sized testicles , by my measure there was at least half a water bottle of semen waiting to paint a ceiling as she couldn’t take the teasing at all.  If you’ve never been with a ladyboy well , they tend to overreact to things.  I mean, it’s cute in some situations but fuck … she was gyrating her hips up and down off the bed so high and violently that it looked like a recreation of The Exorcist.  Except there was no “let Jesus fuck you” , there was instead the sound of what could be interpreted as a neutered horse shrieking.  Like, repeatedly … do you have any idea how annoying it is to hear “hhuun hhuun” with arms and legs flapping all over the place?  It was the first and last time I ever try to tease a ladyboy as I’m certain the neighbor is still wondering to this day what kind of exorcism was going on in my bedroom that afternoon.

“You’re up” I said to Hobbes , “start sucking.”

lbsessionThe guy had no idea the magnitude of the volcanic eruption coming his way.  He had it head deep into his mouth when the horse neighing stopped and if there had been a seismograph machine in the room it would have gyrated seismic waves right off the boundaries of the paper.  She thrust her hips and my two hands pressed on the back of his neck.

First squirt I reckon must have hit throat while the second and third hit cheeks and he was ok for a while there but damn … that forth squirt.  It hit that special place in the back of your throat where it can be sucked up into the nostril cavity and the boy just made things worse by choking on the fifth and sixth waves for the force of the cough shot cum out of his nose the way a dragon would shoot fire out of it’s mouth.  Then he inhaled , not in a Bill Clinton kind of a way but in a “i’m dying and I need air now” kind of way.

The second the goop hit his stomach it came right back up twice as fast and do you remember that scene in Jurassic park with the Dilophosauras – the spitting dinosaur?  Ya he spat like that , it actually hit my dressing door mirror which is quite a feat since it’s a good four feet away.

 

To this day, that dude holds the record for the longest post session shower.  It was so long that Bowling , notoriously long in the shower herself had showered in my personal bathroom and had left long before he stepped out of the guest shower.  Freaking guy used well over 3/4 of my mouthwash bottle , he must have gargled well over 100 times by my estimation.

Safe to say that he’s never “even” tried sucking cock again because the thing about forced bi sessions … sucking cock is ok until … I’m your first time felatio choreographer.

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