Category: Blasphemy sex

Sex with dead bodies fuels my Master’s evil powers

Sex with dead bodiesSex with dead bodies gives my Master what he wants: power. I am his servant whore, bound to my Master’s will. I do everything he tells me in the hope he will keep me alive. But the things I have to do are so evil. I have been entrusted with the dark task of selecting his next victim for a depraved ritual honoring the Dark Lord. This perverse act involving carnal intimacy with corpses amplifies my Master’s sinister powers, and I take pride in serving his wicked purposes.
I have to find our victims wherever I can. The best place to go is a playground in a bad neighborhood. I lure them into a trap, and they become helpless pawns in my Master’s game of twisted lust and death.
When the victim is secured, I bring them before my Master, who savors the sight of their fear and despair. He fucks them until they are soaked in blood, and when he cums inside their little cunts I slit their necks open. On the desecrated altar, adorned with symbols of Blasphemy sex and ancient dark magic. The air is heavy with the scent of incense and the promise of unfathomable evil, and I fuck their corpses until the Dark Lord is satisfied, and sometimes that takes a day. I fuck them until they are just ground meat. If I am lucky, Master shares the power he gets by cumming in my pussy.

Murder Phone Sex Fantasies Are The Only Fantasies I Like

Murder Phone Sex fantasies

Murder phone sex fantasies get me off. I told a friend how I wanted us to take my dumb little sister to a satanic temple and sacrifice her stupid virgin pussy to the dark lord. We could cut out her tongue and sew her mouth shut and pluck out her pretty blue eyes. Then shave off her blond hair and boil her alive and watch as her skin boiled of her body. It made me laugh so hard. I told him after that we could fuck her dead body and cut her up into tiny pieces and feed her body to my family and friends non of them would ever know. Afterwards we could go to a catholic church and fuck in front of the alter and call Satan and defile the holiness of the house with our blasphemy sex. We could even get the devil to corrupt the congregation and watch as they do wicked things to each other every time they go to church. We could replace all the nuns with evil satanic nuns that love being twisted and evil and bathe in the blood of the holy ones. Murder phone sex fantasies just get me off so much more than regular fantasies. I love blood, death, and sex.

Blasphemy sex hails the Dark Lord with pussy blood

Blasphemy sex Blasphemy sex is to serve the Dark Lord and gain demonic power. I do what I am told, and Master Daddy gave me the command to find our next sacrifice. A freshly ordained priest. A beacon of righteousness who met his end only because he thought I needed a savior! I played the innocent victim who was trapped by an evil man, using me for his evil pleasures.

The poor Priest was so naive. He was convinced that he could cleanse me of my sins and lead me back to the path of righteousness. He was a fool, and it was way too late to realize my sob story was just bait! He tried to leave, but my Master Daddy put a knife against his throat. He ordered us to take his cock out, and I started sucking it. He has a really nice dick; it’s a shame that he didn’t follow another path. He got hard so fast, which proves he is a pig just like the rest of us.

That cock was so hard, he was about to explode. Master Daddy stepped it up and ordered him to fuck my cunt for Satan. The Priest refused, so he got a slice on his cheek. He finally took the situation seriously and started fucking me. He was working that dick good. It was as if he was driven by some demonic possession; he found his rhythm, fucking me with a fervor that bordered on the divine.

Once he found his rhythm, Master Daddy stuck his dick in the Priest’s ass. We made a priest sandwich. He got a brutal ass fucking, each thrust, and the sharp blade sliced him. He was ordered to say he was a faggot whore for Satan, and he didn’t hesitate. He shouted as loud as he could. I think he was hoping that would save his life. But Master Daddy needed his blood, so after he shot his nut in that Priest’s ass, his throat was slit for Satan! Another Snuff sex sacrifice and such a highly valued one that my Master Daddy is more powerful than ever

Melt Your Brain With This Bloody Roleplay

Mutilation Phone Sex

Mutilation phone sex always gets my demented pussy off. One Of My favorite Roleplays is when I drag a sweet church going conservative barbie bitch to my house in the woods. Shes young and has a sexy tight body, her big blue eyes are the first things I pluck out of her face. I have her chained to a metal chair as I cut out here pretty eyes and sew them shut. Next I cut out her tongue and sew her mouth shut. I seal it with super glue let the bitch die from thirst and starvation. I laugh at her and pull out a dildo I glued nails to and shove it up her virgin pussy hole. Her muffled screams get my pussy off.

Murder Phone Sex fantasies

Her young bald little pussy is split open and in shreds as I fuck her bloody hole. I grab her small a cup tits and cut off her nipples and eat them whole. I love the meaty taste in my mouth. I moan and laugh at her slapping her in the face hard enough to leave a mark. Yes these mutilation phone sex fantasies make my evil pussy so wet I can feel my juices soaking my black thong.

Sadistic Phone Sex Get’s Satanically Evil with The Best 😈

When it comes to Sadistic Phone Sex with me, Morticia, things get dark. When things get dark they get fucking evil. I am talking here of the sadistically Satanic evil we will conjure together. This is in essence what I have been doing with B.

Sadistic Phone Sex

In the calls of Satanic conjuring B is staring coldly into the deadening eyes of Grace. It’s that has lost her soul now as I eat it and decapitate her as I conjure up the flames of Hell. Hell fire mother fucker this bitch is dead. In fact not only do I destroy Grace with decapitation but also her younger Sister. The little bitch Kylie will endure the same faith.

Sadistic Phone Sex Offers a One Way Ticket to Hell

When I say the same fate it is the fate of satanic sacrifice. The snuff sex we have is absolutely mind blowing into ritualistic sacrificial Snuff Sex of two dumb whores. The filthy loving joy of riding the dick of B as the succubus demon within me emerges and speaks in tongues so dark. As I slither and ride that dick into my demonic womb of filthy devilish lust we make the music of the Hells deepest abyss. 

The ultimate sacrifice is the sacrifice of those lovers that fell from the graces of pleasure. Stare into that dead bitches eyes B. Grace has no more grace she has fallen into a filthy whore of Hell. With this bloodied axe I will lick the blade clean of that dead cunts blood and spat into B’s mouth as I lean in with my succubus lizardlike tongue and kiss him deeply. 

Finally the reality is the hypnotized entranced Mr. B is so deeply mesmerized by the swirling blood of the ex, her sister and that whore mother in law.

Now the pleasures grow stronger as we scream Fuck Jesus Christ and all Christianity and Hail fucking Satan! This is Blasphemy phone sex.

Fuck Jesus and god damnnit it all in the Hellfire of eternal doom is the fate of the three cunts that are now headless. Their heads and dead eyes stare on as we blasphemously fuck and I carve my initials in the form of a pentagram on B’s chest as it to mark him by the Beasts number one demoness.

For I am Morticia. The Queen of Sin God Damned then ALL!

Snuff sex

Satan’s Whore: A Filthy Hail Mary Fuck

Blasphemy sexI knelt before the altar, my naked body glistening with sweat, my cunt throbbing with need. “Hail Satan,” I chanted, my voice husky with lust. “Make me your whore, your filthy fucktoy.”

He materialized behind me, his hand fisting my hair, yanking my head back. “You’re mine,” he growled, his teeth grazing my ear. “My personal slave, my dirty little slut.”

I whimpered in submission, spreading my legs, presenting my holes to him. He slapped my ass, hard, leaving a red handprint on my jiggly flesh. “You like that, you fucking whore?” he snarled. I nodded frantically, my pussy gushing with desire.

He shoved two fingers into my cunt, pumping them hard and fast. I moaned, my back arching, my tits bouncing with each thrust. He added a third finger, stretching me out, making me scream in ecstasy.

“Beg for my cock,” he commanded, removing his fingers and sucking them clean. I did as I was told, my voice desperate and needy.

“Please daddy,” I whimpered, “I need your big, hard cock. I need you to fill me up, to make me your whore.”

He grinned, unzipping his pants and letting his huge dick spring free. I leaned forward, presenting my ass, begging him to mount me. He slid into my tight hole, stretching me out, making me scream in pleasure and pain.

He fucked me hard, pounding my ass, making me take every inch of his cock. I was his slave, his whore, and I loved every minute of it. I came over and over again, my pussy and ass clenching around him, milking his cock for all it was worth.

Finally, with a groan, he filled me up, his hot seed shooting deep into my guts. I collapsed onto the altar, completely used, my holes dripping with his spunk. I was Satan’s whore, and I couldn’t wait for our next depraved session.

Bound and Begging: My Deviant Desires

I lie down on the bed, my legs spread wide, offering myself to you. “Suck my tits and finger my pussy,” I command, my voice dripping with desire. You oblige, your lips wrapping around my hard nipples as your fingers slide into my wet cunt. I moan and arch my back, pushing my body towards you, begging for more. And then your cock joins in, thrusting into me with a satisfying thud. I’m a writhing mess of lust and need, my body craving release. And then, it hits me, a tidal wave of orgasm that leaves me gasping and trembling. I pull you up, pressing my lips against yours in a messy, passionate kiss. “You’re such a good little slut,” I whisper, my hand reaching down to stroke your throbbing cock.

I can feel every inch of you, the way your cock pulses, the way your hips move in a relentless rhythm. It’s a filthy, messy act, and I fucking love it. I’m your plaything, your toy to use and abuse, and I wouldn’t have it any other way.

You flip me over, my ass in the air, and you spank me hard, your hand leaving a stinging imprint on my flesh. I yelp, but it’s a sound of pleasure, not pain. You grab my hips, pulling me back onto your cock, and you fuck me from behind, your thrusts deep and powerful. I can feel your balls slapping against my clit with each stroke, sending shocks of pleasure through my body.

“Harder,” I beg, my voice a desperate whimper. “Fuck me harder, daddy. Make me cum.”

You oblige, your pace quickening, your cock swelling inside me. I can feel my own orgasm building, a coiled spring ready to snap. And then, with a final, powerful thrust, you cum, filling me with your hot, sticky seed. I scream, my own release tearing through me, my body convulsing around your cock.

Blasphemy Sex Gets Bloody With Sadistic Goth Teen Whore

Blasphemy Sex

Blasphemy sex with my satanic step-daddy is so hot especially after mommy got hit by the train. her legs don’t work anymore and I show mommy what a satanic little whore I am. We even show her what we do with her precious twin daughters, those stupid blond whores. One we sold to a bunch of mean sadistic gang members and they beat and torture her daily. We have a live stream to watch it all. The other we torture and fuck, just last night we ended it though. we poured gasoline on her and filled her pussy full of fire works…. I guess she just couldn’t handle the heat. I laughed and sucked my step daddy’s cock as she screamed in agony and rode his fat cock. we hailed Satan and decided to put an end to that handicapped bitch mother of mine. I turned the water heater all the way up and threw her into the shower. We cooked her alive and painted pentagrams on the bathroom wall and fucked each other sealing our satanic bond with each other. I told him we should have blasphemy sex at the church my mother loved and desecrate that space. It was so sexy. I just love being an evil satanic slut.

Blasphemy Sex in God’s House After Sunday School

Blasphemy SexGrowing up, My Parents were very religious. Church every Sunday, and again every Wednesday night. As I’ve grown up, I’ve now got My Own Beliefs. I just don’t feel guilty by being turned on by Blasphemy sex. It’s naughty, it’s taboo, and it’s fucking hot.I needed to get fucked, and the only way I could see Aaron was by attending church. Let me tell you what fucking happened.

Yesterday, I went to church with this guy I’ve been seeing. His parents make him go to church every Sunday Like mine used too. So He invited me, and I even Dressed up really nice, Nice for me means my ass isn’t hanging  All the way out of my skirt.. My Dress was rather low cut, and I wore a push up bra so my tits set kind of high.

When I got there I noticed all the women wore No make-up, long sleeves and long skirts. I am the only slut in here, was my first thought. I Just knew it was one of those crazy, holy roller, snake handling churches. Then,  I heard them calling me a whore. Whispering That I was a Slut. Judging me. Expected.

It really pissed me off. But, It didn’t stop there .

Sunday School was boring a fuck, But I Did notice all the teenage boys staring at me. I mean, Im a teen too, But the youth group boys acted like they had never seen a girl in their life. I teased them, sucking on a blow pop the youth Pastor Gave me. I Thanked him, by spreading my legs wide, revealing I wasn’t wearing any panties. He smiled, and I winked. Aarons cute, but he is fucking stupid and oblivious. My Cherry red lips, Licking that sucker was making their cocks stick up. I just wanted to show them what sins of the flesh really were. How good it would feel to give in to your sex.

Instead Of Learning about Noah’s Ark, I was wanting to show how they could take me, 2 by 2.

We sat in the front row, so the preacher was looming over us as he did his sermon. He stared at me, narrowing his eyes while he talked about Jezebelles. So, I undid another button on my dress, really making my tits pop out, and licked my Lips while staring at The Man of God giving us the good word. I made him stumble reading the scriptures, and that made me giggle.. I teased Aaron, rubbing his thigh. His mother did not approve.

Bored as fuck, my mind wandered. This church had those kneeling benches and all I could think about was How I could give Aaron the best fucking blow job on one of those. He could sit right on the fucking altar, and I could suck his cock perfectly. I could worship his dick, Like he was a God.

God Of The Flesh

Then, my mind wandered to sodomy. You know these church pews are the perfect height, for being bent over, and getting fucked in the ass. When I said that to Aaron, he burst out laughing. The pastor shot us a mean look. All I could think about was seducing him, he looked like an up tight mother fucker that needed to blow his load, maybe it would make him a little nicer.

I plan to go back, but next time. I’m going to seduce the Preacher.

 

Hell-Bound Whore the devils treat

I told him I wasn’t just any slut—I was a filthy little whore who wanted to be broken wide open. The second I dropped to my knees, I shoved my tongue out, begging for his cock. The taste of him hit my mouth thick and raw, and I gagged myself deeper, drool stringing down my chin. I wanted him to see how desperate I was. I worshipped his cock like it was the only altar I believed in, choking myself to prove I could take it.

When he pulled me up by my hair, my pussy was already dripping down my thighs. I bent over without asking, spreading myself wide open, whispering, “Stretch me out. Tear me up.” His cock slammed into me, and I screamed, loving the brutal way he fed me every inch. My cunt clenched, squirting around him, soaking the sheets until the whole room smelled like my pussy.

I begged for harder, nastier, deeper strokes—anything to make me remember I’d been used like a cum dumpster. Each thrust made me cry out, my body trembling, my nipples aching as I grabbed my tits and moaned, “Yes, ruin me—make my pussy your fucking playground.”

When he coated my insides, holding me down, filling me with every dripping drop, I smiled through my panting and whispered, “I asked for it. I deserved it. I’ll always want more.”