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Deborah's Deviant Desiresdeleted Allow me to introduce myself. I am The Midnight Talebearer. For some time now, I've been providing you guys with depraved stories of lesbianism, ****, zoo sex, gangbangs, shemales, and the like. What's my real name? Yeah, that's gonna be my secret. When you write about wet pussies all day, a certain amount of discretion is called for. For the purposes of the following, let's assume it's Matt Parker. Now if you know me, you know I write stories according to my schedule. This one isn't on it. This one wasn't even officially announced. And that's because, when I was compiling notes for my next story, I didn't plan to have a chat with the single nastiest woman I have yet encountered. But that's exactly what happened, and I'm going to tell you about it because it's at least as nasty as anything I've dreamed up so far. Without further ado, please welcome Deborah Carlson. First off, that's her real name. She works as a nurse. Where? I'll post a picture with that information a bit further down. She insisted on giving me her real information so she could be completely exposed to everyone on the planet. But I'm getting ahead of myself. Let's begin at the beginning, and find out how this sweet, adorable, innocent-looking, woman could possibly be the nastiest slut for miles.So I first encountered Deborah as sweetcandimom. I hope that's right. My memory can be attrocious sometimes. She favorited a story I wrote, Velma Dinkley's Dirty Secret, and soon became one of my many friends. And let me thank each and every one of you, by the way. Nothing would go on here without you people. When a person becomes my friend, I immediately go through their stuff, and what Deborah had to her name was a gallery of pictures. deletedLadies and gentlemen, I love those tits. Let's be clear. I fucking love those tits. They make me stiff the second I see them. I want to slurp them like a hungry baby. I'd like to get a squeeze bottle of honey and...sorry about that. Those things tend to get me a little carried away. So I left her a comment to that effect, and she sent me a message a few moments later. And that's how I met Deborah Carlson and began learning all about her deviant desires. "I'm glad I pleased you," she opened. I don't care who you are, that's always good to hear."You seem to be very good at that," I replied. Unless, I'm incredibly horny, I'm a quiet, polite, person. I told her again how much I adored her tits, and how they made me think of a story I'd write a few days later. You know the one: Deanna and Beverly fight over breastfeeding Wesley. "Mmmmmm. I can't wait!" she replied. Imagining her actually making that noise always fills me with a wonderful tingling sensation. tuzla escort Along with her comments she sent this. I can barely stop looking at that long enough to type. That damn thing looks fucking delicious. Like a bowl of your favorite ice cream on a hot June day. Insert your own joke about two scoops here. She went offline after that, and I was so busy writing filth for you guys, that I didn't talk to her again until the Breastmilk Battle Book came out. I saw she was online, and remembered she'd been eager to read it, so polite as usual, I sent her a message, meaning to do nothing more than let her know the story was done. "Quick note," I wrote. "The breastmilk story is out." I figured that would be the end of that, so I did what I always do: Talebearer business. I replied to your comments, kept an eye on upvotes and story views, read stories for inspiration, and researched things for upcomming stories. I'm always looking up character descriptions, personalities, powers and abilities and the like. The Sneaking Spell is made up of the tagalog words ako and babae, which mean I and woman, and the filipino word lumaho, which means vanish. The Sleeping Spell is Latin for I am queen. I know it's porn, but the details matter. Bt that wasn't the end of it. I got a new message a little while later. "Mmmmmm," it read. "I get very excited when you do that," I admitted. Like Velma, I have a very active imagination. "Mmmmmmmmm. Good," she replied at once. "I'm glad to hear that!" Again, I don't care who you are, it's always good to hear a woman wants to make you horny. I thought for a moment and asked her a question."What gets you excited?""Being exposed and dominated and humiliated," came her reply. On it's own, that statement was enough to get me hard at once, but this was the picture she sent with it.deleted Needless to say, I was double black diamond levels of horny, and I began suggesting things I never would ordinarily. Despite the filthiness of my stories, I've always been Alex from the Cousin Kate tale. Dominating anyone was completely outside my nature. And yet I was suddenlt telling Deborah I wanted to suck her tits and bite them. That I wanted to tie them both up and put clothespins on her nipples. Her response?"Oh, God, yes!" And she sent me still more pictures, telling me to save them to my hard drive. "With you saving them, you can post them anytime and see me whenever you like. It's like you own me!"I nearly came at the thought of posessing her completely. The idea of owning a womaan like Deborah was intoxicating. She was urging me to post the pics she sent me online, where there was no chance of ever getting them back. She wanted as many people as possible to see her tuzla escort bayan being a slut. She wanted more people to own her, to do whatever they liked to her. She was urging me to give the world pictures like the one at the beginning to the story. At that point, there was no dout in my mind. I told her I was writing a filthy story about her. Eagerly, she asked me what I'd need for that. I asked her for an alias, but like I said, she wanted to be exposed. Here is the photo she sent me.That actually scared me a bit. If you appear in a story written by me, what you want to do is fade into the shadows like Batman, not tell the people jerking off to you where they can find you. It scared me, but it turned me on. Dear God, did it turm me on. I felt my lust building fast, and I decided she needed a warning. I told that when I'm, well I call it sober, I'm a sweet, loving, person who wouldn't hurt a fly. But she was making me horny. Very fucking horny. And if I get horny enough, I can be very nasty indeed. "Well, I want yo to be the nastiest with me," she asserted. When I read that, I was incredulous."Okay," I replied, "but you need to keep in mind that I write stories about girls fucking dogs and boys getting ****d and pissed on quite frequently."God, yes!" came her answer. "The nastier, the better!""That's exactly the kind of sentence that leads to getting your pussy whipped with stinging nettles," I typed, actually panting wit lust now. "Or getting a foot shoved in your mouth, or getting a cock shoved up your ass!""Yes, yes, yes! Please!""Would you suck off three dogs while a fourth one fucked your ass?""Yes! I want that knot deep in me!""God, there's no way I make it through this without cumming!""Where would you cum in me?""Up your ass! Then you can push it out and eat it!" I couldn't believe that sentence had come out of my mouth. Still more amazing to me were her written moans of assent. I told her I wanted to own closeups of her pussy and asshole, of her mouth full of her panties, and of her toying herself. And yes, I'm posting every one of those in the gallery, don't worry. She sent all of that, along with more pictures, some with perverted captions. Yes, yes, I'm posting those too. Let me finish the story. I told her I'd post them all over the internet, in places deep, where dark things sleep. Websites full of shitting lesbians, pregnant asians getting dp'ed by dogs, women blowing horses and getting fucked by pigs. "Oh, yes! Yes! Do it! Let all the perverts see me!" Because of my handiwork, tons of perverts can see her here, on PornBraze, on 4chan...I'm actively making her famous. I'm going to talk her into taking still dirtier pictures for the enjoyment of the perverted escort tuzla masses. But before I handed Deborah over to sex-crazed strangers the world over, I asked if she still had milk in her tits."No. I wish there still was. I loved breastfeeding my daughters." God, the image of Deborah breastfeeding girls..."I wish you could breastfeed me," I replied. That was not a sentence I expected anyone other than Wesley to say that morning. "The only way would be if you put a baby in my belly," Ladies and gentlemen, I present the single horniest moment of my life. If Deborah had been within range, she'd be pregnant now. None of the parts of my brain concerned with caution were working. I was delerious with lust, staring at a picture of her wet pussy, and dreaming of ramming it with wild abandon. My cock was in ecstacies. I wasn't touching it, mind you. Deborah might as well have been jerking it solely through the power of nasty suggestion."Would you scream?" I typed at once. "Would you yell at me to pound your pussy? Would you beg me to knock you up?""God, yes! Seed me deep in my womb so I can have even bigger tits and a huge, round, belly!""I could fuck twins into you and suck your tits for months. I could come on your big belly over and over. I could milk you. I could tie you up and put you in a milking machine!""Yessss. Oh, God! Pleaseee!""I could put you in a pregnant gangbang. You could lick my ass while you get knotted in your pregnant pussy by a Great Dane!"I was losing my Talebearing mind dreaming up ever more filthy things to do to her. I wanted to eat her butthole and suck her dirty pussy. I wanted to piss in her mouth while she fingered my ass. I wanted to spank her with a riding crop and shove a turd in her mouth and put alligator clips on her nipples. She assented to all of these filthy ideas and pleaded for me to make her famous. She went offline while I ran around the internet finding places to do just that. When that was done, I took my glut of pictures and some body nectarand came hard several times to thoughts of Deborah doing ridiculously filthy things. How have I never written a story about making a girl eat dog food? Or drink filthy toilet water while her ass is savaged? I had the poor woman guzzling horse cum, breastfeeding lesbians, getting her clit shocked...I was well out of hand. When, at last, rhyme and reason reigned once more, I put up the gallery you see here and promptly fell asleep. When I awoke, with one hell of a headache, I did more Talebearer business, and started writing this story. And that was my encounter with the nastiest woman I have yet encountered. And it won't be the last one if I can help it. Deborah wants the world to see her, so take the pictures and fly my pretties! Fly! As for me, I need to find the strength to write Allison Loves Tyler and then Cousin Kate, part 2. That's all from what's left of Talebearer HQ. As I always say, happy fantasizing.