


It’s that time again, time for some pregnant phone sex! A girl like me does not go long without being pregnant; once I pop one out I want another one in! I need to be gangbanged by many and filled up up up with cum! You know that’s the only thing that will make you and I both happy! You have lots of baby batter for me don’t you? You know… all that hot sticky cum, that warm liquid that you are all full of! I can taste it on the tip of your dick, feel it in your super full balls. They clearly need to be drained into my pussy. I could never waste a warm load like that on my throat! Sorry, not sorry! But I am sure you will agree, cum belongs in the baby maker! My soaking wet preggo pussy. How else will I get what I want? How else will I add to my army of whores to fuck later on, and turn into itty bitty mini me’s? You know that’s the goal right?! I want a whole army of pregnant whores and with your help it’s going to happen!
For Thanksgiving Daddy and I didn’t waste our time making a turkey, no we started the day before with our cooking and our ‘shopping.’ We were looking for something plump, but not too fatty of course. A big round side to it and thick thighs too. Mmm, that girl over there is perfect. She’s doing some last minute shopping herself, so I most certainly plan on taking care of that for her. The minute she’s all alone out in this big dark parking lot I know she is up for grabs. Who would ever suspect a sweet looking girl like me? I’ve even got my hair in braids. She’ll be home and tied up in no time, no struggles for her because smelling this cloth in my hand sure does knock a bitch out. I didn’t wanna hit her and bruise our meat. She can only stay unconscious for so long, normally they wake up after I’ve shaved them bald and start to clean all those nasty perfumes, and lotions off her body. This meat was no different. But she couldn’t even make a sound she was so scared! I washed her real good and brought her to Daddy who was very excited to stuff her full… she needed quite a few seasonings as well. I know our thanksgiving is a little different than most, but our deep fried meat was delicious once she stopped screaming through the carrots in her mouth and I bet you can’t wait to know what we put in her pussy!
I am looking for a Perverted phone sex guy. I love getting nasty and talking about all the taboo things. I am looking for a man who is going to be dirty and perverted. I want a man to humiliate me and treat me like their toilet. I want you to cover me in your piss. Mark your territory me, make sure everyone knows that I am your toilet. I am the druggy whore you fuck. I am the tramp who rocks your cock for money and drugs. You pay to play with me and I want you to get every penny worth. Fuck me hard, fill my pussy up with your cum and piss. I want you to have fun and do what ever the fuck you want with me. Lets try something crazy and different. I want to be the one you try new things with. Lets get dirty and so fucked up together. I want you to make me a dumpster.
I’d ask you to get me pregnant, but I already am! You’ll have to get in line, get right to the front for when I pop this one out. I have started a trend I am not ready to quit just yet of getting pregnant first thing after I pop out a new one. Being pregnant is the best thing, I am always horny and ready for more cock! It’s true what they say about pregnant women… we ARE always horny! Just check my panties; I’ve already gotten them soaking wet with my horny lil juices! Just thinking about fucking gets me wet and ready to ride a fat cock. Obviously my standards for men are pretty low considering that I have not a damn clue who the father is of this lil baby inside me, but she is gonna be a whore just like her Mommy one day! In the meantime, you have me to be your skanky little slut at your every beck and call. Ready to suck your cock dry, ready to bend right over and let you fuck whatever hole suits you… whatever you want as long as cock’s involved I’m ready to please!
I tried running faster and harder to escape him. I had no luck. Running room to room trying to find an exit, and yet all I could find was a dead end each time. I finally gave up as I heard him getting closer and jumped in a closet. I could see through the gaps the light of the moon coming in. It seemed to shine in on these two very big metal contraptions. They had dried blood still on them from his past victims. He entered the room, “Come out, come out wherever you are.” I tried to contain my loud breath by putting my hand over my mouth. I feel like he can hear my heart racing. He exits the room. I take a sigh of relief, I know it is only a matter of time before he comes back. I have to get out of here those machines look like they are used to smash and pull bodies part, I really hope I am not right.
Mommy phone chat numbers give you direct dial to the sluttiest, dirtiest mommies around. Like me. I love talking about family fucking on the phone. I have been a dirty mommy since my boys were born. I was raised in what folks call an open home. My mother fucked my brother. She always told me there was no more natural expression of a mommy’s love for her boy than fucking him. My brother has grown up to be a successful man who knows how to please the ladies well. I want my sons to grow up like my brother so I am raising them in an open family too. They love fucking me. Sometimes my mother joins in too and they get some granny action. The most fun for me is when my mom and I share my boys together. She is helping me be such a good dirty mommy. I think incest sex is the best kind of fucking. What do you think?
It’s been raining here for a week solid now. Being cooped up in this fucking house has me going stir crazy. Feeling very primitive I went out and crawled around in the rain on all fours like an animal. It made me even hornier then I already was and I had to get the fuck out for some fresh dick.
Soaking wet in my slutty clothes I went out on the streets with out an umbrella. The cold rain soon had me shivering and my nipples were hard as rocks. My mascara dripping down my face, the looks I was getting from passing men in suits with umbrellas held high was just fueling the fire with in me.
Suddenly the rain stopped hitting me and I felt his warm body pressing against my back as he sheltered me from the rain. I felt his warm breath in my ear asking me where I was headed and his hard dick was pushing into my ass.
“Where ever you are” I replied as I reached around and grabbed his cock.
His smile told me I was finally going to get the dick I needed.
Big bouncy tits always get a guy’s attention. I was on the bus last month because my car was in the shop. I hate the bus. This sexy older business man sat down across from me and I saw sugar daddy. He had a Rolex watch on his wrist, an Armani suit and pretty sure his briefcase cost more than my car. I had to get his attention. My big natural tits are my best feature so I used them to grab the attention of a potential sugar daddy. I accidentally on purpose dropped something, so that when I bent over to grab it, my silver haired fox would see my ample cleavage. He locked gaze with my big tits. I made sure I got off at his stop. He helped me off the bus. I had no clue where I was, but I was hoping he would take the bait. He offered to give me a lift somewhere as he was just using the bus to get out of downtown and to his car. He had a Lexus. Just what I had hoped. Once in his car, I put my hand on his thigh and squeezed. I watched his cock get hard. I unzipped his pants and sucked his cock right there in his car in a public parking lot. He may have been older but his cock worked just fine. Turns out my potential sugar daddy was a big lawyer. Married with brats older than me. But he loved the idea of a discreet mistress with big boobs. We have been fucking daily since. It really is a sweet set up for me. He spoils me with his wallet and his cock. He calls me his sexy BBW GFE! Can I be your sexy full figured dirty little secret?
Everyone has a hero that they have looked up to or have taken strength from in times of strife. My heroes just tend to be more … unique. I grew up in a different environment than your average person. My foster Mother thought I was evil, and she was scared of me. With good reason. There aren’t many who actually “like” me, but that is okay. I have always been a bit of loner.
Back to my Heroes. All of mine tend to be those who are along the lines of more violent in nature. I feed off of their depravity. I take comfort knowing that if it were possible, they would be my kindred. We would spend night after night doing all the things that they do so well. I would revel in the pure evil nature of it all. It would bring out my lustful nature in full force.
I know I’m pretty damn beautiful and that helps so much in gaining the trust of those who I play with. I go in soft and slow only to later bring a world of pain down upon those sweet no longer innocent things that lay below me. Oh, and those friends that I have? The must have the same heroes I have because they sure do love playing along right with me.