Domination Phone Sex! Extreme Taboo’s Are Always Welcomed!
Posted on August 30th, 2010 in Extreme Taboo Phone Sex, Phone Sex, bdsm phone sex, phone sex stories, twisted phone sex by Butter || No Comment
One summer afternoon, Butter rang the new neighbor’s door bell. The man who answered the door introduced himself as R. He said he lived alone as Butter welcomed him to the neighborhood. “Since you’re new in town, is there anything I can do for you?” volunteered Butter. R replied, “I was thinking about having a barbecue this afternoon. Do you want to go shopping with me?” “Sure”, answered Butter.
Once on the road Butter spoke up, “Oh. We just passed the supermarket, R. But, don’t worry. You’ll know your way around town soon.” R smirked and said, “None of that hormone and preservative-injected food for me. That’s not where I’m doing my shopping today Butter.” R drove another 2 miles and parked across the street from the local community college. Butter noticed as R leered in the direction of each of the college women. For nearly 20 minutes, R watched motionless, only occasionally licking his lips. It was then that a buxom blond female student left her friends to re-arrange her plummeting blouse. R moved fast, he bolted from the van in the student’s direction. Butter watched as R subdued the student. He seemed to have used a chloroformed drenched piece of cloth to restrain the helpless girl.
Once at home, the new-found friends enjoyed themselves at their captive’s expense. They took turns, with one brandishing a knife as the other abused and raped her. After a while, Butter started to doze off. R shook her, “Butter, don’t fall asleep on me. We haven’t even started the barbecue!” Butter sat up. “Damn. With all the excitement, I forgot all about it. Shouldn’t we drop the girl off first?” R frowned and shook his head from side to side, “So she can report us to the authorities!” Hesitantly, the violated girl spoke up. “I promise I won’t report you guys, honestly. Please just let me go!” R chuckled and replied, “Sorry, lambkins. We can’t take that chance.
Besides he added with mock concern, you just CAN’T miss the barbecue.” Butter’s heart began to race. “Can we snuff her…please?” she asked. “What would you do with the 120 pound corpse?” R answered with facetious curiosity. “Besides, it’s barbecue time.” The student’s pleas for mercy grew louder through her tears. R and Butter escorted the girl to the backyard. Once outside, the frightened student dashes to the gate in an attempt to flee.
But, anticipating her move, Butter prevented an early exit. “Sorry, sweetie.” she laughed. Don’t you know how impolite it is to leave without saying good-bye?” Butter giggled. The student got a little braver, and insisted, “Well, I don’t eat meat!” R interjected, “Well, you’re not eating any meat. You’re going to BE the main course!” The girl recoiled in disbelief. “You’re going to EAT me??!!” Butter shuddered when she realized she was in uncharted territory at the same time she was strangely aroused. Calmly, R explained to his dinner-to-be, “Why not? You’re young, with lots of tender well-marbleized breast, rump and thigh meat, and a good source of protein.” The student burst out in tears pleading to be spared. Once again, Butter and R bound the girl with rope.R went into the shed and returned with a six foot metal pole. As Butter held the captive down, R slowly and gently inserted the pole into the student’s vagina. He guided the pole through the student’s insides careful not to lacerate any internal organs or induce too much hemorrhaging of blood. He was especially careful not to pierce her heart
R explained to Butter that the longer the meat stays alive the fresher it tastes. Eventually, R was able to guide the pole all the way through until it appeared from the now dead girl’s mouth. R then instructed Butter to baste the girl with the marinade he had prepared. Then, the two of them carried the pole over to the backyard spit.
It was nearly sun set when dinner was ready. After their barbecue dinner, Butter graciously helped R put away the leftovers in the freezer. With a sharpie, R wrote on the outside of the plastic food container, August 29th – freshman girl – County College. With a knowing wink, Butter asked R if she could accompany him the next time he went out to shop for dinner. Butter started to fill R in about teen hangouts at the local mall and which days the high school cheerleaders practiced. R smiled, and nodded. “Butter, I want you to know you how great a help you were to me today. Thank you. I’m really going to like this neighborhood. But just one thing I need to teach you…blonds goes best with Chardonnay, not milk!” They both laughed.
Domination Phone Sex! Extreme Taboo’s Are Always Welcomed!
Butter
http://twitter.com/teenbutter/
http://phonebutter.com/
1-888-883-2447
AOL : butter69badabing
Yahoo : butter_badabing
