Category: Blasphemy phone sex

Blasphemy Phone Sex Calls Are The Hottest

I had the hottest call the other day. Blasphemy phone sex is so fucking hot, I always get off during these calls. I love all kinds of calls but my favorite ones are those related to blasphemy.  It has always been my fantasy to desecrate holy objects, This hot-sounding mother fucker calls me and asks me if I want to watch some porn. I of course say yes.

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He leads me to a video of this hot ass bitch fucking herself with a crucifix. Immediately my pussy got soaked and I could not stop watching. At one point she was rubbing her pussy with a statue of the blessed mother. If you know me at all you know this inspired me to begin my unholy playtime. I started rubbing my wet pussy what a statute of St. Joseph. I was rubbing my clit so hard I almost came. I took out my crucifix and put it into my wet pussy and started fucking myself with it. This was a crucifix that had Jesus on it. It was such a mother fucking turn-on to see Jesus coming in and out of my pussy. I fucked myself with that crucifix until Jesus’ face was covered in cum. Then I licked my cum off of Jesus’ face and it tasted all the more sweet. I took it a step further and ripped some pages out of a bible and wiped my pussy with them. Now I am looking for something unholy to fuck my ass with. 

Personal Training: A Taboo Workout Session

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Stepping into the gym, my heart raced at the thought of the taboo session I was about to embark on. I had a crush on my trainer, and today, I intended to act on it. Something about his dominance and control turned me on immensely.

I found him waiting for me, a mischievous smile playing on his lips. He locked the gym door, and my excitement grew. I did as instructed, shedding my layers, piece by piece, until I was left in my sports bra and shorts, feeling exposed but excited.

His eyes roamed my body appreciatively, and I felt my cheeks flush. He gracefully moved towards me, his movements purposeful. Straddling my body, he created an aura of control that ignited my desires.

His deep voice ordered me to undress him, and I felt a rush of power as I slowly unbuckled his belt. This was a roleplay I’d never imagined, yet here I was, in the midst of it.

He wanted me to beg. Beg for him to take me, to show me the ways of the flesh. And so I did. I pleaded, my voice echoing in the now-steamy room, begging my trainer to make me his.

He granted my plea, and the sensation was indescribable.

Are you feeling the burn yet? ????

The Night of Debauchery: A Snuff phone sex Fantasy

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Let me take you on a journey, a descent into the perverse and forbidden. A phone call ignited a fire, a mysterious stranger with a voice like molten chocolate. Our conversations ignited the darkest corners of our minds, a match struck in the depths of depravity.

I yearned for the darkness he promised, a world where pleasure and pain intertwined. I was his willing participant, eager to explore the edges of morality. One fateful night, he suggested a game, a twisted fantasy of power and submission. I played along, curious and aroused, as he painted a scene of exotic torture.

In person, he was a vision of sin and desire. His eyes, like sharp knives, pierced my soul, the thrill indescribable. He bound me, a delicate sacrifice at his alter of pleasure. The night unfolded, a tapestry of sensation. Whips whispered across my skin, leaving it sore . The crack of leather, mixed with my euphoric screams, echoed through the chambers of our lust.

His teeth marked my body, claiming me as his possession. The true masterpiece, however, was yet to come. With a gleam of wickedness, he produced a scalpel, its cold touch against my flesh sending shivers down my spine. He sliced open the tender petals of my core, and I peaked, screaming his name in ecstasy.

They found me, satiated and drenched in desire’s aftermath. A wicked grin adorned my lips, a testament to the erotic horror I had experienced. This is a tale of caution, a woman’s plunge into her wildest dreams—a journey some may never return from.

Blasphemy sex with me will even bring Satan to his knees

Blasphemy sexAs I lay here, chained to this altar, I can’t help but feel a sense of euphoria wash over me with the anticipation with Blasphemy sex. My body is bruised and battered My Master has presented me to the Dark Lord himself. I can feel his sinister presence in the room, and I know that I am about to be used in the most wicked of ways. I close my eyes and take a deep breath, preparing myself for the pleasure and pain that is to come.

The Dark Lord approaches me, his massive cock already hard and throbbing. I open my mouth eagerly, ready to take him in. He grunts as he thrusts himself deep into my throat, choking me with his size. I gag and choke, but I never resist. I am his to use as he pleases.

He pulls out, and I can feel his hot cum drip down my chin. He moves behind me, and I feel his fingers roughly probe my pussy and ass. I moan as he slides first one, then two fingers into me. I am already wet and ready for him.

He positions himself behind his Snuff porn whore, and I feel the tip of his cock press against my tight asshole. I gasp as he pushes himself inside me, filling me completely. He starts to fuck me hard and fast, his balls slapping against my skin. I cry out as he reaches around and starts to play with my clit. I am in pure ecstasy.

He pulls out of my ass and turns me over. I spread my legs wide, inviting him to take me again. He slides himself into my pussy, and I can feel every inch of him. He fucks me with a ferocity that leaves me breathless. I am his to use and abuse, and I wouldn’t have it any other way.

As he pounds into me, I can feel myself getting close to the edge. I scream out as I cum, my pussy clenching around his cock. He groans and releases himself inside me, filling me with his hot seed.

I lay there, spent and satisfied, as the Dark Lord pulls out of me. My body is covered in bruises and cuts, but I feel more alive than ever. I am Marley, a sexy victim whore, and I exist to serve the Dark Lord. I will never say no.

In conclusion, being a sexy victim whore is my purpose in life. I exist to serve and please those who are more powerful than me. The pain and pleasure that comes with it is what I crave and I am proud to be a whore for Satan. Use & abuse me with some evil Blasphemy phone sex!

 

Blasphemy phone sex: My Little Cunny Creaming Ecstasy

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I am writhing within these tight ropes; they dig deep into my skin but provoke pangs of desire beyond logic’s understanding – my body responds instantly! His voice whispers foul temptations; he fuels my fire even higher! His demonic charms caress my ears while he speaks; I succumb instantly! I am his toy in every sense! He could say anything; I am his bitch! He could spit venom; I drink poison without respite! My hormones rage like wild fauna; they entwine around him! Oh heavenly beast! My skin glows under his gaze; he turns me into his flesh fiendish plaything! I drink from his lips; his touch ignites intense passion within me! He molds me into his plaything; I am blinded by him – powerless against his enchantments! My little cunny creams as he pushes me harder; he unleashes desires fierce enough to break free from confinement! I feel something exquisite – an orgasmic bliss so divine that even gods would envy! My body throbs under his hands; he dominates me freely now! His gaze fixes upon me; his touch sends shivers down my spine! Unforgiving bondage binds me; he makes me cum harder than ever before! Every pore on my body responds instantly; his demons possess me entirely! His hands carve into my flesh; his touch sends shivers down my spine! My body writhes under his mercy; instantaneous pleasure surges through every cell! Oh world! Can one truly believe such things? Yet here I am – bound by ropes cruel yet satisfying every wish darkest imagination!

Blasphemy Sex- Makes Me Unholy Horny

After many weeks of not going to mass, I finally decided to go on Sunday. I have been a good girl and have managed to stay away. Why would I be a good girl to stay away from church you ask? It makes my pussy hot as fuck to play with it all over the church and penetrate it with holy statues and even candles from the altar. I guess this is left over baggage when I was a goth teen and was forced to go to church by my parents.

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Blasphemy sex was my Sunday pastime. On this particular Sunday, I went up took communion, and went back to my seat. I immediately started rubbing my throbbing pussy.  People began to clear out of the church and I went straight for the altar. I grabbed one of the crucifixes sat in a pew and began to fuck myself with it. Fucking myself with Jesus himself was so deliciously depraved and evil. I did not stop there I found a statue of the blessed mother and rubbed my pussy with it till there was cum all over her face. I then walked over to a statue of St. Peter and ribbed my tits all over its face, then fucked my ass with it while I had an altar candle deep in my pussy. Once I was done defiling everything I could I walked to the holy water fountain and took a piss in it. I walked out of the church. with a satisfied grin. I can’t wait till next week! I am a girl with goals, next week I want to seduce the priest and fuck him right on the altar. Stay tuned……

The Castration Fantasy: My Side of the Story

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You gotta hear this fucked-up scenario I’ve got cooking in my head. It’s a bit graphic, so brace yourself. I’m this helpless bitch, tied up and gagged, right? But I’m not just any victim. Oh no, I’m the prized possession of a fucked-up, sadistic woman. She’s a real nut job, and she gets off on dominating and possibly hurting me.

But I’m not complaining. Well, maybe a little. But who doesn’t want to be the center of attention, even if it involves some kinky shit? This dominant lady is something else. She’s not the typical phone sex operator. She’s a real alpha female, and Goddamn, it turns me on.

But here’s the catch: I’m gonna have to watch my step. She’s made it clear – no funny business or it’s off with my balls. Literally. And she’s not joke either. I’ve seen the trophies in her dungeon. Jars upon jars of poor guys’ balls, labeled and all. Some even got their whole junk chopped off.

So, I’m fucked, quite literally. I’m gonna have to be a good boy, or else. But the thought of that makes me so horny. Being at her mercy, the power she has over me, is a massive turn-on. Phone sex has never been so intense. I’m dripping just thinking about it.

I’m hers, and she can do as she pleases. As long as I remember my place, we’re gonna have a wild ride. But fuck up, and those scissors are coming for my balls. Wish me luck, guys!

Taboo phone sex with Priest Pedro P-daddy confessions

Taboo phone sexTaboo phone sex with the Priest who likes little girls and boys. I fuck him up and make him pay for his sins!

As the night went on Father Pedro’s confessions grew more lurid and his secret desires became increasingly clear. I knew he had a taste for young victims and now, with him trapped in this situation, I could make him pay for his sins. 

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This little whore smirked as I watched him squirm with shame and embarrassment, knowing that I had the upper hand. He begged me to stop, but I knew he couldn’t resist my power. I reveled in his fear and humiliation as I took pleasure in punishing him.

His voice trembled as he spoke, his words a mix of guilt and lust. “I never thought I’d say this to anyone, let alone a Violent phone sex teen like you. There are temptations too great for me to resist, and I just can’t walk away from them. I fantasize about hurting little girls and boys, and I know it’s wrong.”

Knowing he was spouting more than I wanted, I pulled what he was really doing to those doll faced slutkins! 

I leaned closer to the phone, my voice dripping with Evil. “You’re not going to get away with this, Father. No one is safe from your desires. You’re going to pay for what you’ve done, and I’m going to make sure of it.”

Father Pedro begged, and he tried to stammer out a plea. “Please, I didn’t mean to be so sick in the head. I just… I just needed someone to talk to. I never intended to act on these brat fuckin Snuff porn thoughts.”

My heart hardened at his desperation, and I couldn’t help but feel a sense of satisfaction at the power I had over him. “You’re a sick man, Father. But you know what? I can play your game too. I’ll make you suffer for the things you’ve done.”

My imagination started to run wild as I thought about the ways I could make him pay. The image of a little girl or boy wrapped in chains, his eyes filled with terror and tears, flashed before my eyes. I could see their innocence tainted by the hands of a twisted man like Father pedro

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Evil Phone Sex Whore Sacrifices Dumb Nigger Slut to Satan

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You know I’m an evil phone sex whore who worships Satan’s cock. But every Master requires a sacrifice. That’s why I use new phone sluts like Keisha as fuck fodder. She’s fucking perfect. A hot slut with big tits and a fat ass. She let it slip to me that she has all these dirty violent fantasies. As soon as she told me she loves violent, hole-ripping sex I knew she’d be the perfect victim for our ritual. I invite her over to the house and get her fucked up. You help me pour liquor down her throat. Then we roofie her drink. The bitch could hardly stand. There was no way she’d be able to fight for her life. 

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Sacrifice Keisha for Sadistic Phone Sex

When she passes out, we start to strip her completely naked. I told you this slut was perfect. Look at that pretty black cunt. Your cock has been rock solid from Sadistic phone sex since we met. And now it finally gets to happen. While you tie Keisha’s hands and feet down to the bed, I grab the sacred dagger. It’s been imbued with demonic energy. A slice of this knife will mark you as a vessel for Lucifer. I grab the palm of your hand and slice through it. Then I use the blood dripping from your hand to mark her pussy with a pentagram. 

The demonic blood burns through Keisha’s skin and she finally wakes up. That pussy has been marked for Lucifer. Now take her. You feel Satan’s soul taking over your body and all the blood is rushing to your cock. You climb on top of our rape phone sex fantasies victim and I watch proudly seeing your satanic cock rip through her flesh. Keisha’s screaming grows louder and we revel in it. I laugh and tease my pussy while you massacre hers. Your fingers rip into her breasts. I can tell you’re about to cum. I whisper the encantation in your ears and the pentagram grows brighter. As soon as you cum, she’ll be impregnated with our demon spawn. 

Strangleholdthreshold: A Choking Game Paradise

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For the daring and the bold, I present a thrilling tale of a peculiar fetish—strangulation phone sex. Prepare to blush and breathe deeply as we venture into this kinky realm…

Oh, my, what a kinky thought—a beautiful throat adorned with strong hands, applying just the right amount of pressure. A delicious fantasy indeed!

But tonight, we shall make it a reality. I have a plethora of ideas—a veritable arsenal of strangulation methods at our disposal. Electrical cords, robust ropes, or everyday belts—each offering a unique sensation, leaving their mark on my tender neck.

Imagine me, helpless on the bed, my hands bound above me. You, my mysterious strangler, have the upper hand—a delicious power trip. With each tool, I moan and Capitulate—an orchestra of ecstasy, each note carefully conducted.

The toaster cord, a sleek instrument, winds around my throat, the heat a welcome hug. The hairdryer, a powerful beast, offers a force to be reckoned with—my struggles futile, yet so arousing. And the belt—a personal favorite—snugly embraces my neck, your strong pull sending shivers down my spine.

Each method has its charms, leaving different patterns on my skin—a visible sign of our intimate battle. But the pleasure, ah, the pleasure is mine. I yearn for the tightness, the loss of breath, the sensation of being dominated by your strong hands.

My secret desire… a risky business, but oh so enticing!