

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 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.

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.

I love my drugs. Yes, I’m a druggy whore who will Fuck anyone for a fix. Deep down, I am so submissive and really enjoy being told what to do even if it is demeaning or disgusting. Stuff me full of cock and use me as you please. I’ll be your obedient slut forever. You are my cruel master and the keeper of the drugs. You own my soul and my body is yours to do with as you please. Pain equals drugs. The drugs dull the pain and the pain gives me more of the demon candy I can’t live without. Hurt me and make me scream as I get wetter and wetter. Violate me and make me feel something. Anything. The numbness is like death. The pain shows me that I am still alive. Just one more slap and one more line and I’ll be creaming in my silk panties.

Mommy needs to be spanked and teased. I am in the mood for a man to be wicked and playful. To show me his big hard dick and make me REALLY want it! Hold me down and rub that cock that is dripping pre-cum all over my ripe tits with nipples so hard you could cut diamonds with them. Take that dick and slap me in the face and tell me how your going to face fuck me and make me gag on it. Turn me over and slap that ass while you rub it all over my wet pussy and tight brown ass, making me feel the heat but not giving it to me yet. Teasing me endlessly, making me beg for the feel of that throbbing cock stuffed deep inside me doggy style while you keep spanking me making my ass red and hot. Tie me down and tease me knowing that I can’t move or do anything with out your permission. I am right on the edge of cumming with out you ever fucking me and you know it. You stop touching me, stop teasing me, letting the wanting you build up to it’s highest point before you finally pound me like you know I want it.

I’m a submissive phone chat slut. What does that mean? It means I do anything YOU want. It is easy for me to be your phone fuck pig because I have been a submissive whore since I was a wee girl. First, I was daddy’s bitch. Then, I started frequenting BDSM clubs. Now, I am a snuff porn queen. Get’s me into trouble often. Most snuff movies are staged. Sure, I take a beating, but I go home. Last weekend, I showed up at a guy’s house. The deal was $500 cash to beat me till it looked like I was dead. My body can heal for $500. I was not the only girl there. He had a dungeon with about 10 other women hanging from beams. I was the last one apparently. I watched as the man that paid me for the day beat the living crap out of girls. It looked so real. I was beginning to regret my decision. The girl next to me peed and shit herself. He punched her in the throat so hard, an eye popped out. No way this was staged. No other woman was moving. The girl next to me was bleeding with an eye hanging out, choking on her own blood. I pissed myself in fear. I was far bigger than the other girls. When it came time to beat me, the beam broke, and I collapsed to the ground. I started running for the door. Naked, hands bound, I ran out the door screaming for help.
