I love being a perverted nasty bitch. I’m very open minded. If your gonna call me I hope you are just as nasty and perverted as me. I like it nice and filthy. I cant ever seem to get enough cock. I should warn you that I am a size queen. I like them hard and huge. I’m a greedy slut who loves her cock. I love a nice big fat cock filling all my slutty tight holes. I love to cum like a whore who just got her pussy pounded on. If you have a tiny itty bitty dick then you are only good for a laugh and I will use you for my amusement only. I can always find a way to use you for something.
You just wont be fucking this hot pussy with your pin head.
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Who here remembers when I wrote a blog for Mr. S awhile ago? Nobody? Really? What the hell? lol
Anyway, I haven’t heard from him in a long time. I thought about him off and on from time to time, wondering if he was okay. Let’s face it, if some of you had something happen to you none of us girls would know. And I’m sure you can’t put in your will, Please tell my favorite phone sex girl over at www.theklassykat.com that something happened to me, and thank her for letting me phone fuck her cunt. Yeah, I don’t think that would go over to well.
Anywho, Mr. S likes for me to tell him all about the big HUGE cocks that I have had the pleasure of having in my mouth. He also likes to watch as I gag on his friend’s cocks. We both enjoy it greatly. Seems Mr. S cannot phone any more, but you know what? That’s cool, I completely understand why. The reason he gave was a very good one.
So now him and I bullshit on IM (when I can get the fucking thing to work, GRRR.). We do not play mind you, we just talk. Catch up and stuff along those lines. But I know he still reads the blogs here, so Mr. S, this blog is for you because no shit…it really was THIS big! *smiles and swallows*
The One and Only,
~M.M.~
There is always that one chick. You know the one, the one you cannot have. Maybe it’s because you know she is way out of your league and wouldn’t even pay attention to you if you threatened to shoot yourself in the head right in front of her. Or maybe it’s your bosses, or brother’s wife. Or even the woman who pays you to help around her home.
She has the fucking hottest body, and you can’t help but jack off to the thought of her when you are alone. You want her so god damn badly, it’s has become more then want, it’s bordering on obsession.
You see I’m not like those women. I may seem unattainable but get off fucking guys like you. I will slam my pussy down on that cock of yours until you cannot walk. Then I will do it again, and again, and again.
I want to leave your place with your cum plastering my panties to the seat of my Bentley. I might be upper class, but I ride dick like I ride my Harley, hard and fast.
Patsy
I don’t want to know about your life
Your job, your children or your wife
Just fuck me
I don’t need to hear words of love
Don’t want the stars in the heavens above
Just fuck me
Don’t want roses, candy or jewels
Don’t need the poetry of fools
Just fuck me
Don’t promise the future,
Don’t talk of the past.
Make it real, make it last
Bring me to heights of pleasure unknown
Make me come, make me moan
Call me your bitch, make me your own.
Thrust your cock, hard and fast
Into my mouth, my cunt, my ass
Take me to places I’ve never seen,
Make me plead, make me scream
Candee
Okay, soooooooooooooo, today, I get a call from an older dude, who says, something a long the lines of, my regular girl isn’t on, saw your picture, you look like this girl that lives up the street from me, blah blah blah.
I told the guy, I’m always Dominant, I’m not submissive, so I am not going to be some sort of giggly innocent catholic girl and let you rape me or some shit like that, so if that is what you are looking for I can recommend some awesome girls here on the site. Nope, he didn’t want that.
He wanted to be Father *insert first name here*, and I was one of his girls in his theology class. And I was to seduce him for a good grade, and at the same time, be a little bit blasphemous. How can one be a little bit blasphemous? Anyway, I perk up. Okay, okay, I can do this. Something different, I get to be in charge, PLUS I get to do some blasphemy play. It’s all good, and I am a happy bitch.
So I set out to seduce him, and seduce I did. I was riding Father’s cock right there on the altar of the chapel we used for Morning Mass every day. I even shoved the Chalice, that is used during The Eucharist up my ass. HA!
So it goes on and on, he was begging me to stop, praying to the Holy Mother to help him. Actually I think she was looking down going, Thank FUCK it’s not a boy that Priest is screwing for once, then went about knitting Jesus’ Christmas present. So since he is praying and moaning at the same time, I decided to recite my own little prayer…
Our Father
Which art in heaven
Hollowed be Thy name
One earth as it is in Heaven
Forgive us our debts
As we forgive our debtors.
And with each word I got louder and louder. I told him that I could hear the Nun’s coming down the hall to get ready for vespers. I didn’t stop though, their footsteps loud and clear on the floor outside the heavy oak chapel doors. I stopped, I could tell that he was aching, I smiled down at him, I could see in his eyes the begging, begging for me to keep fucking him like this so his balls could release that churning, massive load of old Priest juice up into my sweet school girl virgin Mary hole. I whispered loudly, “Father, they are right outside that door, ready to come in. I’ll tell you what, you scream that you like to fuck your students so they can get an A in your class, and I’ll start riding you again, if you don’t then I will climb off and leave you like this.”
The mixture of panic and lust was very evident upon his face, I knew he couldn’t stop, it felt too good, he liked it too much. He shook his head as he placed his hands back on my hips, I started pounding down on him, my little uniform tie bouncing up and down on my tits, flying up every so often to gently bump against my cheek. He said what I wanted him too, then he said it again, and again, and again. Until He SCREAMED it as he came inside me.
I could hear the door open in the back as I slipped behind the altar to wait for them to make their way up to the choral area above the sanctum. The Father had just gotten off the altar in time to drop to his knees to make believe that he was praying.
All in all it was a great call, I loved it, he loved it. And that’s all that matters.
Your Fetish Freak,
Frankie































































































































































































