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Those angmo come here bragging about their conquering of asian slut most of them consider small and useless in their own home land. So my guess is to prove their manhood ego and when the chance arrive they boost their ego by screwing willing women or gals and claim their victory to prove their manhood ego.
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#167
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What's with all of the Ang Moh attitudes? Yes the guy is a low life, but every country has its share of douche-bags just like this guy. That is why there are prisons in every country full of criminals. That doesn't mean that everyone in that country is like that.
The TS is sharing his story and it does not need to be hijacked by hate mongering. Guys like this, no matter their nationality always get their just rewards in the end. It is called karma. |
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They all have the big white man mentality. Not realising it's actually the small man mentalitu. They all "kiam pak' and someone should keep them in their place. Now instead of KKK, they treating us like niggers uses to be treated back in the 'civilised' world. Compliency and complavency by both the women and men in singapore only strengthens their impression of their own supposedly superiority.
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TS, i have to applaud your writing skills - i can't remember the last time i had a hard-on this rigid.
I don't know about you guys, but i am some sort of a nutcase - born with the idea that all women all prim n proper on the outside and sluts on the inside (so tat struck a cord with me) All the women i had, i took by 'force' (until i met my my current one) and i believe that stemmed from my mindset - i guess i had been lucky; till this day some women still sms me and i am not even huge to begin with. I guess i wasnt completely wrong, some if not most women have a side of sado masochism in them - obviously Mr Smith triggered that. I dun know how you leave with that but i wouldnt be able to shallow that kind of an insult but i salute you for coming out; my heart goes out to you. We need to stand up and show women we are in charge especially sexually, leave the kitchen design to them though. |
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Night of the Confession Part 2:
She looked at my crotch as my eyes caught a glimpse of her amazing 36DD tits, hanging loose in her silk nightie, the hardened nipples jutting out, begging to be touched, licked and tweaked. She ran her hand over the bulge in my shorts, causing me to literally jump, and she said “I think I have an idea of how we can make this work…” With lightning speed, she unzipped my shorts and pushed them down, causing my cock to spring free, smacking her chin, and leaving a trail of precum. She got down on her knees in front of me, looking at me with that same evil smile, and wrapped her pouty lips around the head of my cock. I almost fell backwards, as she noisily sucked the precum off the head of my cock, her tongue flicking repeatedly over my peehole. Then she slid her lips lower and lower, engulfing my cock inch by inch, her hands massaging my aching balls. She easily slid my entire cock into her mouth, and began bobbing her head up and down in my lap. I sat there gasping for air she expertly worked her tongue up and down my shaft, and engulfing my entire cock, sticking her tongue out to give my balls a lick. I moaned, unable to fight my feelings of anger and jealousy being sucked right out of my cock. She pulled my throbbing cock out of her mouth as I got close to cumming, and smiled evilly up at me. She used her left hand to massage by balls, as her right hand expertly stroked my cock. She knew exactly what pace to maintain to keep me on the very precipice of cumming, but without being able to. I was groaning and moaning, desperate for the release, but she said, “So baby, do you think you can accept the situation…that I will keep doing what im doing with Mr Smith…? I stared back, my mind flooded with endorphins from the pleasure she was producing, and half of me screamed at me to say YES! Say yes to anything she wants!! ANYTHING!! But another part wanted desperately to say no, and the two sides were dueling ferociously in my mind. Seeing my hesitation, my wife cupped my balls, pulling them outward as she continued stroking my cock, and began to suck on each one in turn. This brought me even closer to the brink, but she made sure I couldn’t fall over the edge. She stared right into my eyes as she suckled each ball, making sure to emphasize the “pop” sound as she released them. I was in heaven and hell. Finally, mustering every bit of my quickly eroding willpower, I shouted “NO!! No I refuse to allow it!”... To be continued... PS: Dear bros, im swamped at work this week, hence the slow updates. Hope to get more written tonight. |
#171
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Well say bro!!!! No reason to share with that chao angmo!!
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#172
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well done bro, at least u regain ur pride n sanity back.
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#173
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Nice bro. We cannot let those caucasians step on our heads.
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#174
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I got a feeling the end of that sentence goes something like
"unless I can join in the fun" |
#175
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OMG. i work in a MNC and my ang moh boss calls one of my female colleagues chinadoll....
ps: my real name is mark.... |
#176
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if i were u, i sure teach the angmoh a lesson.let him know asian kung fu
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Is not so easy to get blacklisted by a single person...guess ts wife just fell for her boss dirty tricks.
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Nothing more I say will add compliment to your writing skills, so I only say THANK YOU! Your story is giving me a bigger hard-on than ogling at any pic / vid. Feeling a bit guilty enjoying myself instead of sympathizing with your presumed "dire" situation, perhaps this is the right kind of therapy you so require.
Anyways, please . . . please continue . . . PS: Blanka hates bloody angmohkaos . . . |
#179
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Quote:
For my own case, I used coaxing.......... |
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Night of the Confession Final Part:
She stopped sucking on my balls and looked up at me. I expected her to stop stroking me and move away, but she kept up the momentum and looked like she was trying to figure out what would make be accept her proposition. Then, a broad evil smile formed her lips, and she stood up. She wiggled out of the nightie, letting it drop to the floor, before reaching down to continue stroking my cock. She brushed her dangling tits against my face, her hard nipples rubbing against my lips. She began to whisper in my ear, “I know how to convince you, my darling. Remember all those times you begged me to let you put it up my ass?” I moved back and stared at her face as all the blood drained from my face. All of the blood in my body felt like it was converging on my cock. She didn’t wait for me to regain my composure, as she turned around, spread her juicy ass cheeks, and sat down on my lap, my cock swiftly sliding into her ass. She was still lubricated from Mr Smith’s cum, so my cock slid in, burying my cock balls deep in her ass. She tossed her hair to one side and began grinding her ass into my lap. Almost immediately, the ability to conceive rational thoughts was gone. I had never fucked a girl in the ass, and the sensation was mindblowing, and overwhelmed my senses. Her ass felt so warm and tight, and she began bouncing her ass up and down on my lap, increasing the pace and tempo as she moaned lustfully. It was clear she enjoyed this, and I felt like I was cheating on my wife with a busty and lustful whore. I tried my best to control myself, but her ass was milking my cock expertly. She felt that I was getting very close, and looked at me over her shoulder, saying, “Ohhh gooddd…..oh your cock is filling my ass….mmmppphhh….so honey…can I….mmmhhhh…keep fucking….oh goddd…..my boss?” I was moaning uncontrollably and was at my wits end, barely able to form a word, much less a thought. She slowed down, making sure I wasn’t able to cum, and kept looking at me while simultaneously rubbing my balls, biting her lower lip and moaning like a slut. After a long battle, my willpower was weak and my mind focused on her warm and incredibly tight ass. “Ok…”, I half whispered and half groaned. But that wasn’t good enough for her. She moaned louder and began really fucking my cock into her ass, asking me, “What was that, honey?. My mind was mush, and I couldn’t help but scream out “YES….OK!!! You can keep fucking your boss….” She smiled that same evil smile and ground her ass into my lap, burying my cock completely in her. I lost all control and began to cum what felt like gallons, into her ass. She used her ass muscles to milk my cock further, not letting me move away, and moaned, as I felt her pussy juices squirt onto my thighs. After a minute, she slid off my shrinking cock and walked over to her mobile phone, which had been sitting on the table beside our bed. At first I was too dazed and worn out to notice, but then I realized that she had recorded the entire conversation, including my acquiescence to her request to keep fucking her boss. I stared at her as she turned around and smiled at me, leaning over to kiss my cheek and she said, “Thank you baby. I love you so much!” With that, she stepped into the shower as I lay in bed, trying to make sense of everything that had happened. End of this segment. More updates next week. |
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