As a sexy phone chat slut I know that I have all the right things needed to make a man drool. I know that picturing their hands rubbing up and down every curve of my body is something that will make their very cocks hard. What I never imagined was that I would be found by a man that would not only think every roll on my body was tasty and delicious, but who would actually want to sink his teeth into my cooked flesh. The following is a documentation of my encounter with a real life cannibal, and how I filled every appetite he had at that moment.
Everything was meticulous, thought out to a T. Step one was to find the tasty rump roast that would fall of the bone when cooked. Someone who was not too athletic, around collage age. That day I was out jogging with my roomies. I could almost laugh now saying the word jog, after 5 mins on the incline through the woods I found myself walking and letting my friend venture ahead. What I thought was saving my calf was actually a key part in another persons plan who was scoping down his next meal.
The snatch and grab was easy. I had zero effort to fight off my attacker. All I know is what I though was a rather creepy looking good Samaritan came out of nowhere and offered this tired dirty phone sex slut some water and next thing I know he is helping me down the hill to his car. The door closes, heat is turned on and then, I wake up tied to a chair having my measurements gathered. I must had been quiet delicious because he began to salivate as he wrapped his tape measure around my bust and ass to gather if I was large enough for him.
He starts to go on about how I am doing a service to society now feeding him. Dragging me over to the rather large shower he starts to hose me off. He washes away all of my sweet smelling perfume lecturing me on how that poison is ruining my skin and my meat. I had no idea what I was saying. The water felt great on my overheated skin, I was just trying to concentrate on figuring a way from the ropes he had me tied up with. I whimpered, and tried to stand. My legs were like jello. With a tisk of his tongue he informed me that the drugs from my water had not worn off yet.
I was tossed over a cart and then taken into a giant kitchen. I could tell the prep stations were more like butcher blocks. There was way more room then what was needed to prep a chicken and that was for sure. I was helped onto the large counter space by one of his accomplices. She was much tinier then me and her rainbow colored hair was tied back into a pony tail. She looked to him for instruction and did as he told like a faithful apprentice. She poured olive oil all over my body. She made sure to liberally cover every inch of me and even in my rolls.
She then took a spice mixture that he handed her and poured it into her hand. I could smell the fresh herbs, basil and maybe some dill. Again she rubbed my breast lifting them and being sure to get under them. She also made sure to season my stomach and large tender thighs. My whole body smelled so good I would eat me myself! What happened next was something that I would have never anticipated. I was twined up and shoved into an oven. I never would had thought someone my size could had fit into an oven!
As I cooked I could see the two watching from the glass window. I whimpered for them to let me out as my skin began to crackle. I tried to cough through the pain. It hurt as the smoke filled my lungs. The creepy grey haired man just smiled and the rainbow haired girl waved. The pain ended not too long after it started and I passed out from smoke inhalation. I like to imagine a BBW as sexy and sweet as me was a great me. Something very pleasing for them and their dinner guest. I mean, I certainly know I smelled good anyway!
Like a good neighbor, Annette is there! Have you ever wondered if the sexy girl on the phone is actually rubbing her pussy with you as you stroke your cock? At least that’s what all my horn-dog neighbors seem to wonder. But they’re lucky enough to see this luscious pussy in real life… you’re simply going to have settle for a very far away wish you were my neighbor phone sex…a mutual masturbation at the very least. Oh yeah, I am one of those girls who just come out and say it like that…I am just going to tell you how I like it. Got it? So yes, I love masturbating with you, because truly why would you call me if we are not going to get off together, right? I sit right at my desk or on my bed rubbing my pussy as you stroke your big hard dick, moaning over and over again. There is simply something about a man who expresses how horny he is and how much he is enjoying rubbing his hand up and down over and over again in attempt to cum and thinking about me the entire time. And me, well like I said… imagine me. I am sitting in my desk chair with my legs spread wide apart, my pussy lips are already glistening wet with excitement. All I want to do is shove my big dildo or even a couple of my fingers in there, but I am waiting for the perfect man to call me and get off with me. I know you are sitting there rubbing your cock, getting it nice and hard and ready for me right…? Well, reading this blog isn’t going to get your dick much harder, and it certainly won’t get you off…and it definitely won’t be getting me off, because I want you. Give me a call, and let’s have some fun together.
