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Blasphemy phone sex

 

I hope you know that blasphemy phone sex is much more than just taking the lord’s name in vain or slapping around a nasty tempered nun.  At least, it is with me.  When you have a dark beast inside you driving your every desire, sacreligious sex becomes something evil and twisted.  Even the most fucked up and foul bible bashing pussy pounders tend to tap out of our cum drenched Christ crushing conversations earlier than they had expected.

Maybe the thought of me sitting on a group of debilitated nun faces and grinding my brown-pink asshole into their mouths while I mutilate their titties with a sharpened rosary gets guys off early, but the fear in their voice tells me that they’re too scared to finish.  Of me, of God or whatever.  Something about jamming a holy chalice rim first into a tight assed Reverend Mother’s hairy yet unsullied shit hole until she cums so hard that she gushes pussy juice and blood filled ass slime makes some wannabe butt abusing blasphemers hang up before I’m even close to being done with my sordid story.  Look, they paid the toll and knew what they were getting into.  It’s not my fault they’re a bunch of Nancies.

Some guys think that they can handle the thought of me ordering a dirty P loving priest to defile and abuse his innocent little altar attendants in every way imaginable while I please my pussy with an extra large crucifix until it’s a mangled bloody pulp, but when I get to bellowing out my favorite movie quote of all time, all I hear is a click and silence on the other end.  “Let Jesus fuck you!  Let Jesus fuck you!” is a phrase that’s turned me on since I was a little girl.  I guess they don’t like “The Exorcist” as much as I do.  Fucking faggots.

I hope you know what you’re asking for when you tell me you want to have some blasphemy phone sex.  Judging from my prior unholy fuck call experience, you’ll probably bail out before your time is up.  I don’t care if you cum or not, you already gave me your money.  If you don’t like it, toughen up and call me back.  Know what you’re asking for before you open your fat mouth.  And just remember, God is always watching and I guarantee you he likes to jerk his life giving cock to all of the pain and suffering he’s created.  I’m here to help him get off.  How about you?

 

Quite a hostile situation

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I enjoy the amenities in my community. I love to sunbathe even though it is not great for me. It doesn’t matter cause my brain is so fried. You may wonder why I would admit to such a thing but see, and I realize it’s true. Authority is all for a man. The pain inflicted on women is how it should be, and I learned that notion early on, so when I went to the pool and encountered a macho guy who was ready to control me, I didn’t look at possibly being in danger. I approached and saw another Tennant belligerently inebriated. He could tell I was watching his antics as I had smeared a fresh layer of sun tanning oil. I shyly looked away, and that angered him. The tenant came over and grabbed me by the neck, picked me up, and began to use me in broad daylight. He slapped me and bent me over, and began to teach me a lesson for snooping and being nosey. I couldn’t believe my screams fell on death’s ears. I knew someone had heard my cries, but no one came to rescue me. I was instead in the perfect scenario for a torture sex crime.

Cannot Escape Snuff Sex

snuff sexHe told me I was made for snuff sex. I thought my victim days were behind me. I was getting accustomed to being an accomplice and not the victim anymore, but he said I owed him. I thought he was letting me share his coke because he liked fucking me when he was high. We have not been together long, but I really like him. He pimped me out. Now, I feel so used and violated. I guess I could have said no, but I did not want to stop partying. I did not want to stop fucking him either. He has a massive cock. I told myself I have done worse for men I did not even like. That was true too. I have made snuff porn with complete strangers. Why not just do this one thing. I figured I have done worse, and I falsely believed that this man would be gentle. My boyfriend sold me. He sold my fuck holes for $500. I thought that was a steal, but it really was not for what he did too me. He was brutal. I know my boyfriend needed money, but I could make $500 in two hours at the strip club and not be touched. He did not want to hear reason. He wanted me to shut up and fuck this guy like a good slave. So, I did. He beat me. He sodomized me with foreign objects. He fisted my cunt. He punched my face a few times too. Punched me enough to knock me out and make my nose bleed. I woke up to this hairy fat fuck pumping his pathetic dick inside me. When I started complaining about his tiny dick, he super glued my lips together. I could not speak. I struggled to breathe too. Once he was done, I was a battered and bloody mess. My ass was prolapsed again. My pussy looked like raw hamburger meat. My eyes were swollen shut and I lost a layer of skin on my lips trying to get the glue off. I do not want to be the victim anymore, but I guess that shit is hard to shake for a taboo phone sex whore.

She’s a Fighter

accomplice phone sexYou told me to go find another one. You needed one that was going to last longer than the others. You needed a fighter because you love to watch them struggle. I picked a girl tonight who is perfect for you. I slipped the drug into her drink and waited with you in the parking lot for her. We watched her stumble out all alone like a dumb fucking bitch and then we grabbed her. We waited for her to wake up and when she did she was so scared. We laughed at her while we cut off all of her clothes and looked at her fucking whore body while we got out brands out. We loved her fucking screams while the scorching hot metal touched her skin. Then we were ready. I spread her legs and spit on her pussy for you. I held her legs up for you so I can see you pound your cock right into her tight fucking hole. I know you enjoyed watching me make little cuts on her carving out your name. I beg you to cum in her tight fucking cunt to make her our breeding whore.

Snuff porn

Bloody phone sexEvery slut has a day where she will get cuffed. Every sick person has a healer, and every humiliation torcher professional has a day where it all ends. Just like that all the torturing I have done to men is being done to me. I will say this once and will never repeat it ever again. I got gangbanged by a black biker gang. They are literally ramming the fuck out of my pussy. I’m not crying because there are two big black dicks in my pussy, one in my ass and two more in my mouth. No, I am crying because I submitted to dick. I broke my oath. UGhh I hate this, I just want to be alone. It’s okay, I will come back 10 fold. I will chop all their black dicks one by one…once I recover from this wheelchair. They fucked the good and the bad thoughts out of me. Wow!

Gothic Phone Sex Torture

gothic phone sexGothic phone sex is my jam. I am a dark bitch. I got my love for all things Gothic from my grandpa. He was a fan of old Gothic horror films and novels. But he went back further too. He liked medieval torture. He would always tell me that they just do not kill people the way they use too. He meant legally sanctioned death penalty killings. He would tell me that the modern death sentence was boring. He never believed death should be humane and painless. I must agree with him. I mean if you commit a heinous crime, shouldn’t your death be equally as heinous? I live for torture sex. Think about it. The rack, the stocks, hanging, drawn and quartering, pendulums, iron sarcophaguses, and the pear of anguish were brutal ways to die. They included pain and suffering, and often bloodletting. Those were deaths that would deter crime. My grandpa had to kill his inmates by the electric chair and later by lethal injection. He preferred the smell of charred skin and soiled pants, LOL. I got my love for human pain from him. I grew up watching him carry out death sentences as the warden of a prison. He always told me the punishment should fit the crime. That is my motto today. If a guy tries to force fuck me, I chop up his cock and balls. Castration phone sex fits the crime of thinking I want your little willy.  The eye for an eye philosophy was law of the land for centuries. If you made punishments painful and heinous, we might be able to deter crime. I know every man who’s nuts I have chopped off, has never committed a sex crime again. Okay, so technically without your balls you cannot fuck but having your nuts chopped off helps keep your dick in your pants, right? I am a crime and punishment kind of girl. I can help your find a fitting punishment for those cock teases you know, for example. Perhaps, exploring your violent rape fantasies would help.

Ass Rape Porn Princess

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You probably aren’t going to find many girls who are into ass rape porn like I am. I’d love to cue up a porno and watch some poor girl get her asshole raped with my partner. Maybe a girl is bent over thinking she’s going to get her pussy plowed and when she least expects it, he slides his big cock right into her asshole. She screams, says no, but he just holds her down and keeps going until he nuts right in her shitter. To watch that while I’m getting fucked would really do it for me. 

If we were real-life lovers, wouldn’t it be fun to pick up a random girl somewhere and take her home with us? I could help you hold her down while you forcefully shove your cock into her asshole. Wouldn’t that be a good time? She would think she’s getting a sexy threesome, but what she would really be getting is a sore asshole that will make her think of us for a long time to come. Maybe we could even film it and turn it into our own porn. Call me up with all of your naughty rape porn fantasies so we can have some fun.

Cougar Gangbang Rape Porn

gangbang rape pornI was out with a girlfriend last night. I was not looking to star in a gangbang rape porn. Neither was she. In fact, she is the opposite of me. She is not a dirty mom. She is not a party girl either. She is a real soccer mom. So am I, but I harbor dark secrets. Melissa does not know my dark secrets. She is a nice woman, but the things I do would make her pray for my soul. She is a church going woman. Sometimes, I am envious of her life then I come to my senses because I have more fun. I definitely have more fun. I wanted to feel normal, so I went to a wine bar with my friend. Nothing bad ever happens to soccer moms in wine bars. So, I must be a jinx. Bad shit follows me. We were not drinking much. There was no way that we got drunk that quickly on Chardonnay. This taboo phone sex whore is a seasoned drunk. We were roofied. I knew it. I could feel it. I was telling my friend we needed to Uber home and get out of there quickly. While we were waiting for the Uber outside, some younger guys grabbed us and shoved us in a van saying they were our Uber. We were too out of it to fight much, especially her. I try to have a normal soccer mom experience and I end up in the back of predator van getting sodomized. My friend was screaming. She has clearly never been fucked in the ass or force fucked. It is a weekly thing for me. My problem was trying to act like I did not secretly enjoy being violated. I have been an ass rape porn star for ions now, but not my friend. I felt badly for her. Trouble follows me. I just give off the violate me vibe. They anally tortured us for awhile before they dumped us naked in the park. Was a much hotter night than I expected, but I am sick bitch. Pretty sure the night ruined my goody two shoes friend.

Killer Phone Sex Of Brats

I kill brats and make mama’s cry, You play accomplice and rape fantasize on those tight holes and make bitches scream. We team up, make out and destroy little fuck meats to their worthless little deaths. Make me an offer I couldn’t refuse and I will make you a sacrificer that holds no morals. We have a love affair in blood and gore. Your cock will throb like never before.

We destroy cunts and little baby girl and baby boy assholes and fuck to our deranged blood infested frenzied love affair of blood and gore. It’s ruining little things that I greatly enjoy. And I have a sexual lust for a fellow sadistic that can enjoy the festivities or our Black sabbatical dance of death. Encased in the blood of our victims we fuck like we never fucked before.

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Killer Phone Sex Fantasies for My High School Bully

killer phone sexWomen have killer phone sex fantasies too. I have long had murderous desires. When I was younger, I was my father’s slave. He pimped me out to his friends. He used me like a dirty street walking whore. I was not his daughter. I was his piece of ass. His cash cow and his get out of jail free card. I tried to go to school for as long as I could to keep up appearances, but I rarely got sleep and sometimes, I was covered in bruises. Some schoolgirls bullied me. I was a pretty girl. This one girl was meaner than Regina George. She made life harder than it already was for me. So, I had murder phone sex fantasies for her. I was really angry at my father, but I could not kill my daddy even though he was never a father to me. I directed all my anger to this mean girl I went to school with. Over the years, I have not thought about her much. I do not live in the same state I grew up in. I dropped out of high school, so I never graduated which means no reunions to attend. Not that I ever would have anyway. I was shocked to see her in the strip club I work at. She had no clue who I was. I am blonde and buxom now. I even have a new name. She was in the club causing a scene because apparently a charge from the club was on her husband’s credit card. I was flooded with hatred again. I called a friend of mine who likes to force fuck married women from the right side of the tracks. I set her up. Followed her as she left, ran her off the road and had my friend meet me where I wrecked her car. Even as I pulled her from her car, she was a cunt and she thought I was just some random good Samaritan. I refreshed her memory as I punched her fake fun bags. I told her I fucked her husband in the VIP room last night. It was not a lie. I just had no clue his bitch wife was my high school enemy. I watched my friend explore his rape phone sex fantasies with the stuck-up cunt. I killed her. I smashed her head with a brick to make it look like she fell out of her car as it went over the side of the road and crushed her skull. Not the first bitch I have killed. But the first one I killed just for me.