It was freezing the night I ran into this cannibalism phone sex loving dude. He was walking around the college campus all by himself on a Saturday night. Most people would have allowed him to fade into the background, not really noticeable, but to me, he creeped me out. I’m not really sure what it was about him, but it seemed like he was lurking watching chubby college girls. I pretended to stumble into him and told him I was headed to a party. He actually asked if he could come along. I had no problem as long as he drove, there is nothing wrong with making sure you have a good designated driver.
Along the way, he told me about the dark craving that he had. I love dark cravings. Something that he did not know. Said I looked way too innocent to be a bad girl. He said it was the flesh of a chunky woman he craved. Not just kissing it but the way she tasted in his teeth. I wanted to pretend I was scared but truthfully it made me so horny. I decided that I would bring him a drunk chubby bitch as a thank you for getting me home safely. However, I also wanted to watch and see just as he would do to his newly gifted slut.
It didn’t take but a couple of hours for me to find her either. Drunk and passed out in a random room I offered to get her home with a ride from my Dad. I hoisted her onto my shoulders and hobbled her out to the car. Once the old man realized I was headed his way he met me on the sidewalk to help out his prize in the back seat. She was quiet enough on the way home. He expressed he was going to take a load of back streets to keep his location safe before pulling into a garage of a house a street looking just like the rest. He wheeled a cart over and heaved the passed-out college girl from the car onto it.
I walked with him as he brought her into a big open bathroom. He gently rolled her onto the floor and then reached past me asking if I could pass him his scissors. He spoke of how much he loved large pure women as he snipped away her clothes. Softly he washed her with a clean white washcloth admiring every inch of her unblemished skin. There was nothing on her body, not a piercing or a tattoo. A rarity these days, the old man explained. I helped flip her over so he could wash her backside. He explained that cooking unwashed meat was most unsanitary and then I helped hoist her back onto the cart.
His kitchen was so large. However, he expressed this one would be too large for his custom oversized kitchen even. Something that brought him joy just stating it. I helped lift her to the counter, laying her on her back. Turning straight chef mode on he mixed a concoction of butter and spices and began coating her skin. He took a spit pole and began tying her to it. Her wrist and legs were tied tightly and then topped with foil to prevent burning he said. I did have to help lift her onto the outdoor kitchen grill. Slowly she turned, cooking a little bit at a time. Her skin began to brown and you could hear juices leaking from her meat as she continued to cook out. The two of us sat conversating over a bottle of wine. I couldn’t stay until she was finished but that did not keep him from slicing bits from her skin to let us taste her now and again. The old man texted a picture when he was finished, she was beautifully served up with an apple in her gob.
