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A Peek Into The World of Blasphemy Sex

Blasphemy sexBlasphemy Sex is one of my all time favorite things in the world.  Some people think Anal sex, or sucking on a dirty dick are the nastiest things to do, but then again those people who think that would never ever read this blog, so that leaves you.  And you DO think of things of the more Taboo and Sadistic nature, don’t ya dumplin?  I thought so.

Now let us begin.  Blasphemy Sex is one of those touchy subjects.  There are a lot of religious lines a good majority of people will not cross, even in the fantasy world.  However, I can promise you that if you just give it one try you will feel exhilarated!  It’s the ultimate no no but you have an orgasm from it.  It’s a mixture of self loathing and elation after you are done.

There are different levels of this type of sex as well.  You don’t have to go full on H.P. Lovecraft, you can just maybe have the perfect little pussy riding your big Sunday School Teacher dick while she recites a bible verse.  Or you could take a sweet little thing into the rectory to spank her while she says the Lord’s Prayer because you caught this sweet little thing taking a quarter out of the collection plate.  Then there is the other end of the spectrum with it, you can fuck an unwilling nun while praying to the Angel of Light while a bunch of guys, in robes, chant praises to their Demon God with each thrust.  It all depends on what you want.

So you see, it doesn’t have to be something where your mind will snap if you even attempt it.  It can be dirty, nasty, sacrilegious and cum inducing.  All good things as far as I am concerned.

Married to My Master

Master had a kinky idea, and luckily had the resources to pull this off. I got a white wedding dress and the silkiest lingerie for this kinky run. I had no idea how realistic he was doing this but I guess as he is a porn producer I should’ve known. A limo awaiting me even!!! I’m so excited to tell you the good news!!!

Well, we got Married, in a frigging CHURCH and me in a WHITE wedding dress, who’d ever thought… It was beautiful, and twisted. I got into the limo all dressed to walk down the aisle and hair up… Ten guys were in the limo awaiting me with their dicks out. Yup on the way to the chapel I was to blow all ten.. and swallow.

At the church I was led in by the ten in tuxedos with their dicks still out. The tuxedo had the front panel cut out. As I walked into the Chapel there were another 20 guys standing about the aisle dressed as the ten in the limo were open crotch cocks out and erect.

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As I entered one man in a red tuxedo but also open front, ushered me off to the side as the ten guys continued down the aisle to their position on either side of the podium. I saw Master approach the front and stood in a white tuxedo normal and he looked so handsome! I’m led down the aisle while a organist played a little march diddy.

A priest approached the podium, dressed in his robes and all the adornments proceed as if all was normal. We were presented as Master and Slave and the music immediately changed and the priest threw off his robes and mask and had the biggest hardest black dick, my escort down the aisle pulled my dress up as my Master took his knife and cut my panties off and everyone let out whoops as Master tossed my panties to the gathering of men.

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I was carried out and all of us loaded into three limos and ended up at Masters mansion. I have never been here and am excited. We had glasses of champagne on  the way and I was nice and toasty. In the mansion we were led to a Large Master Bedroom 35 men total filed into the room and stood around the room surrounding us.

Now let me present you with a sweet start to some hot Accomplice phone Sex how is the new slave (me) initiated by Master and all his men? Is it the beginning of my demise? 

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Babysitter phone sex with Moritia

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I hate babysitting. 

I hate it even more when I have to watch the little demons that my whore of a mother brings home.

They aren’t going to leave my house anyway so I have a little fun with them. 

My mother and her freak friends have brats to sacrifice to their goddess. 

What a stupid fucking religion. 

Anyway They have these  brats at home so there is no record of their existence.

These brats are stupid, they are kept at home they don’t go to school. 

So they really are just little useless fuck-tards. 

But they are fun to hurt. 

Like this last one. 

She was at the age where you become a woman, ready to be sacrificed and give her virgin blood to the goddess blah blah blah. 

I took her down to the basement where I have all my fun. 

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I tied her up nice and tight where the rope was cutting into her virgin body and so she was screaming because of the pain. 

I left her there for a few hours.

I went down stairs and found her sleeping. 

SLEEPING!!!

No fucking way, she doesn’t get to sleep in my fucking house! 

So I got this tiny stick that my mom likes to hit me with and I beat her with it until I got tired.

By this time she was screaming and moving so the tight ropes were getting tighter and cutting deeper and deeper into her flesh!

God that turned me on.. 

So I got the idea that if she is going to be giving to the goddess she has to be purified. 

I went upstairs to the bathroom. 

I got the bleach and the toilet brush.. 

I poured the bleach all over her virgin body, making her pain even more.. 

Then well if you don’t know what I did with the toilet brush then you should call me.. 

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Picture Perfect Gothic Phone Sex

gothic phonesex karmaSo as I was  flipping through one of my favorite goth magazines I see this picture. I can’t stop looking at it. What a wonderful way to sacrifice a hot young thing to my Prince of Darkness. I can’t stop looking at tit and I can’t stop the dripping that has started between my legs. The ache I am feeling in my chest as my nipples grow rigid. Moaning and rubbing my cunt I close my eyes and imagine how it would feel to string him up on that wooden cross. Knees bent and nailed to the cross bar. His hands nailed to the place where his feet should be, His dick hanging towards his face and his feet in the perfect position to nestle the stake that will be the last part of the infliction of his pain as I ram it up his ass and deep into his body. The blood dripping down his body and up his nose, assisting in the loss of life as it suffocates him when he inhales. All while I am sucking on his flaccid cock as he hangs there. slipping away. Cumming all over my fingers, I open my eyes, get myself dressed and head out to find him. I know he is out there waiting for me. I am cumming darling, you won’t wait long and neither will I.gothic phonesex sacrifice

Blasphemy phone sex with Storm

Blasphemy phone sex with StormBlasphemy phone sex is hot with me. I was driving by this big garage sale at a church this weekend. There was a large wooden chair and the second I saw it, I knew I had to have it! It is PERFECT for my dungeon. I walked up to the lady and told her I wanted the chair. She looked at me and said NOTHING here is for you. I was shocked. She asked me to please leave and turned around and walked back into the church. So I followed her. She was going thru a box on a pew. I asked her what her problem was. And she told me that “God may forgive whores like me, but she doesn’t” I know her type. All high and mighty like she is better than everyone else. I looked in my purse and pulled out my big knife. I stabbed her right in the chest. Collapsing her lung. So she couldn’t scream. Then I said FUCK your GOD! She tried to crawl away but that BITCH isn’t going anywhere! I told her that if HER fucking god was watching he would see what a bitch she is. How she passed judgment on me. How she did not offer me his guidance. Or lead me unto his love. How she turned turned me away. How would HER god feel about that. Then I told her she was going to hell. And I would see her there in a few years. And I slit her fucking throat. As I was leaving I asked someone else and bought my new chair. I will think about her the first time I kill someone in it!

Dark Blasphemy Phone Sex

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The fucking father, son and holy ghost. Can you fucking believe these damned hypocrites? These stupid mother fuckers are on their knees on Sunday.. Praying for forgiveness. Touting their faith and how they are mere sinners and not worthy of the love and grace that their fucking God bestows upon them. Then they go home and get fucked up, screwing their fellow man in every fucking way imaginable all week just to start the cycle over again on Sunday. What a bunch of fucking saps. I say they all need to come to the dark side with me. Worship the Dark Prince and know that all that shit you do all week pleases him. You never have to spend another day of your life on your knees begging for forgiveness for all the shit you do six days a week. The fucking truth hurts doesn’t it? Want to really be fucked up? Watch me shove your savior’s head up my ass while his image hangs on that stupid fucking cross. Yeah that is what I think of it all…it’s shit, pure shit. Let me show you how that young girl that you have dressed in virginal white, ready to be his bride and take her first communion on this bullshit day bleeds just like the rest of us. Watch me shove a fucking fist up her cunt and change that dress from white to red in the blink of an eye. Better yet bring that fucking holy man to me. Watch as I lay him on the alter that is all holy and shit and wrap my  tongue around the cock that he can’t keep from rising to greet me. I will suck the seed right out of him and let you watch it spew on your fucking alter and my face while not one of you can keep from masturbating as you watch the show. You fucking hypocrites.blasphemy phonesex karma

Blasphemy Phone Sex: At the Altar

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My lover and I were sitting at the diner, drinking coffee, when a young priest approached us.  He ranted about how we were living in sin and how he would pray for us.  I made a mental note of what church he attended; and, my lover shook her head.  She knew I wouldn’t let it go.

Saturday night, before church on Sunday, it was really easy; I snagged a boy from the playground.  And, luckily, he fit into the choirboy uniform that I’d stolen from a costume shop.  It wasn’t completely authentic, but I was happy with it.  Then, I sedated the young boy and drove to the church.  At dusk, it was quite eerie; and, I liked it…that big church building that was more grotesque than anything. 

The priest looked shocked to see me, but I knew that he was alone; I knew his routine by now.  I never leave things up to chance.  I threw the boy down at his feet and his mouth dropped.  “I brought you that sacrificial lamb that you’ve been drooling after,” I said between my teeth.  He shook his head, but he couldn’t avoid my confrontation.  I leaned over the alter and looked him squarely in the eyes.  “I know what you like to do, Father,” I said with a sneer.  “More like wolf,” I laughed.  It was so simple, really: the more that I talked about the young boy’s flesh, the more he looked like a cherub to the priest.  And soon, there the priest was…leaning down over the bate. 

I taunted him and told him to get on with it and defile the lamb.  He balked at first; looking at me with large eyes, he tried to rationalize what he wanted to do.  “Even if you are the Devil, God has sent you…brought him through you.  So, God must want me take this precious boy and show him grace.”  “Why don’t you take that grace out of your pants, Father?” I snickered and walked around the two bodies.  He brushed the little boy’s hair off the face; and, I could tell by the twitching that the boy was waking up.  The priest bent down, shaking, craving the boy’s penis in his mouth.  And, suddenly, the boy shot up, the razor clutched in his hand…and stabbed the priest directly in the throat.  The boy could not have done better if he had aimed.  I watched the boy become covered in blood; and, as the priest took his last gargled, bloody breaths, the boy looked up at me with a smile.  Maybe I had found a kindred spirit, too, I thought.

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Broken Wings

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One night, I heard my nieces whispering; they were talking about the new pastor at the church that I hadn’t attended since I was younger then them.  Curious, I leaned in and listened.  One whispered that she’d heard the pastor had been having “relations” with some of the choir boys and girls.  Another one whispered that she’d seen pictures by accident; he had showed them to her, but she had ran out of the room before he could touch her.  Infuriated, I decided to take a trip down to the church.  Candles were lit and lights were on in the study, so I was sure the pastor was there.  My heavy heels clicked against the thin carpet as a young, blonde man emerged from the study.  When I told him that I was looking for the pastor, he surprised me by informing me that I was looking at him.  He was so young, younger than I can ever remember seeing a pastor.  I could see how some of his young flock may be attracted to the smooth-talking, baby-faced young man; but he didn’t fool me.  I knew that my nieces would never lie about those things that I heard them speaking about.

He looked me up and down, and I could see a little disappointment in his face.  “Usually, the young girls and boys hang out here at night.  I like to keep them out of trouble,” he said.  I replied, “I bet.”  I looked around his office while he sat in his expensive leather chair an impatiently waited for me to explain why I was there.  I wasn’t in a rush since I had locked the church door behind me; but, I did find it odd that all of his pictures were of young people and himself.  Fuming, thinking that one of those young faces could have been my niece, I wrapped a chord around his wrists.  I pressed my spiked heel to his rotatory cuff and twisted his arms out of their sockets.  He screamed, but not to my satisfaction.  I took the envelope opener from his desk and began sawing off his trimmed pecker.  It took sweat and muscle, but it was an enjoyable feat.  Then, I drug him to the alter, where there were a few feathered harnesses laying by the stage.  “They’re my little angels.  You don’t understand.”  I told him that I did and kicked the bloody mass between his legs until he was sitting beneath the table that held the offerings during service.  I carved “false prophet” on his chest.  I blindfolded him and told him that I sparing the looks of horror from those that found him; but, I wanted him to acutely hear their screams.

I wasn’t sure that night if he lived or not; but, he did.  A couple of months later, though, he was back in the newspapers: this time he was found with his throat slit over the chalice bowl.  It seemed that someone else didn’t like what he was doing, either.  But, it also seemed more personal: there was a crucifix shoved up his urethra, what was left of that dick that he’d loved using so much.

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That feeling that you are watching me. Waiting for me to be alone, if only for a moment. Your disgusting mind already ripping my young body to shreds. You are everywhere. I am terrified. Terror makes my pussy drip for you. I get chills thinking about the day when you will finally make your move. I’ve seen you in the window watching me. At the park following me. After school, watching me from the car in the street.

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Your crooked smile is so evil. I can feel your stare setting my crotch on fire. I know you have photos of me. I know you jerk your cock in the cool darkness of your basement as you develop my photos. You run your fingers across the pictures, imagining ripping them into my skin and tearing me apart. I am your obsession. Your mission. You will have all of me.

I saw you today, in the bushes. Your binoculars following my every move. I went home, and you followed. I laid in my bed naked with the curtains open and I knew you were watching. I spread my legs towards the window so that you could get your photos. I know you stroked your cock as you watched me stroke my clit through your lenses. What do I have to do to stir that wicked monster trapped inside your soul? I am all alone. My cunt aches for the pain that only you can inflict on me.

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Come and take me. All of me.  Destroy my life, my body, my soul. Take over my mind and make me beg. I want to be your dirty fuck toy, and then I want you to make me regret it. I want you to make me pay the ultimate price. Adjust your binoculars, Master, this slave wants you to see every inch of what is waiting for you. Take your voyeurism to the next level, and make those pictures come to life. And then death….

Belly of the Beast

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It was time for the annual meeting of freaks; and, when I say “freaks,” I mean people who jack-off to the idea of being devoured. My personal problem with it is that it’s all a theatrical production; no one is really eaten. Why can’t they just commit to being eaten by a cannibal. Anyway, this year’s theme was “In the belly of the snake.” A gigantic snake was created and the attendees were going to be able to be swallowed and digested by the monster; and, better yet, the attendees were supposed to dress as biblical figures. Now, this is the type of irony that I could appreciate.

I waited until mid-morning and set out to the studio; the crowd wouldn’t form yet until afternoon. But, there were a few stragglers; and all I had to do was wait for the perfect opportunity. They presented themselves fairly quickly: they were a young college couple. But, they were dressed as Jesus and Mary Magdalene; and, well, that was just too sweet to resist.

The admissions clerk took their money and then sat squarely behind a garbage can to finish smoking his rock. I snuck in easily; I had placed a couple of cameras in the large constructed snake and I could track their every move. Laughter and awe gave away to eroticism as they began to make their way down the intestines. By the time I reached them, they were mutually masturbating underneath their clothes and yelling, “Eat me. Yeah, monster, eat our deliciously sinful bodies.” I almost laughed.

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When I approached, I slid a blade quickly into the male and I told the female that he had, indeed, been eaten. Thinking that I was part of the production, she cried out to be eaten, too. She remained docile but excited as I tied her with rope and gave her some bullshit about being constricted in the snake’s belly. Then, she noticed that her companion hadn’t moved and there was a little bit of blood leaking beneath him. She began to scream; and I was a little glad that she was finally recognizing her dire situation.

I slit her belly open, carving out a large portion of flesh from her breasts to her torso. She bled out fairly quickly, but not before she saw me hack into her friend and place his decapitated head inside of her. And, as a last touch, I chopped off his cock and put it in her mouth. I staged them for the next visitors and pitied myself that I hadn’t brought some kind of manger and doll with me; but, I was proud of my work and took a quick photo.