Category: Blasphemy sex

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.”

Cut That Little Blonde Bitch Up

Killer Phone Sex

Killer phone sex always makes my murder slut pussy so wet. I love grabbing those sweet blonde barbie bitches and taking them to my little cabin in the woods. My little sisters best friend was the last one. She had long blond hair a flat chest with pink perky nipples and a soft bald little pussy. I still get off at night thinking about what I did to her body. I loved how her sweet tears tasted and how easily I cut her open.

Goth Teen Phone Sex

Her sweet blood painted my fingers red as I spread open her new little holes. I told her she would be my next topic on killer phone sex. How so many sick and twisted fucks would love to hear how i tortured her little body and cannibalized her corpse. I can still taste rotting meat on my tongue along with the sweet metallic taste of blood.  My pussy gushed from the taste alone. I didn’t even have to touch my pulsing psycho cunt hole. I french kissed her severed skull and looked through social media searching for the next barbie bitch that would entertain me and all my friends on the dark web. This was the only thing that got my evil pussy off.

Gothic phone sex, let’s me connect to spectral lust

Gothic phone sex Gothic phone sex, here in the cemetery, is the perfect setting for us. It’s a communion, a bizarre symphony where pleasure and pain intertwine in the night. But I’m not the one stroking you—it’s her. The ghost, the last snuff victim, my Daddy Master. Her lust was undiminished by death, and I need some pleasure too. She’s fucking your mind, making your cock throb with a desire that’s both spectral and sinfully real, all to my satisfaction.
It’s not often that I get to enjoy anything; I am told what to do, and I do it, but now and again, I get to enjoy the sensual experiences of those who have passed on. The moon casts a gothic glow through the weeds and tombstones, as we fuck among the graves. I imagine that this was a ritual that’s as old as the spirits themselves.
Ghostly Fantasy phone sex becomes our medium, a bridge connecting the living to the restless dead. This orgasm isn’t just a release; it’s a celebration of sensual blasphemy, a sacred defilement. Fuck it feels so good when those ghostly fingers work up and down on my body and then start to jerk you off. It’s crazy to be stroked off by a ghost and a snuff slave, but it does feel amazing,

Three Twisted Wishes : PT 3

Necrophilia Phone Sex

My third and final wish was to have one of her friends fuck her dead body. He didn’t want to and we made him eat out her dead cold pussy before he slid his young hairless cock into her torn up pussy.  We laughed at him as he begged us to just stop this his tears sliding down his cheeks. I carved Lucifers sigil into his back and bound him to the dark lord. I let my friends play with his tight asshole and stretch him out like a gay little fuck doll.  He screamed as he was fucked by those big black cock. He even had two in his hole at one time. His asshole was stretched so wide it began to tear. Blood trickled down their cocks I walked over and made him cum all over my sisters corpse and smiled evilly at him. i cut Off his cock and balls and sewed him up so he had a hole that the boys could use whenever they wanted. He cried and screamed as he realized what this meant. he was nothing but a fuck toy. He would never free him and at least for now he was going to be our slave.

Blasphemy Sex: It’s Beautiful Evil Reduced to Filth

Blasphemy sex is exciting filthy pleasure. It’s that innate need to just fucking damn the Church and become a whore fucking all religious artifacts.

First it’s the god damned crucifix dildo to sodomize my ass since Sodomy is a sin. Then to masturbate my cunt while pouring vials of Holy water over my naked sinful body. For the body of Christ should then enter me. And those Blessed wafers representing his flesh I must devour. Like a filthy cannibalistic whore I will scream and eat his flesh!

For the blood of Christ is wine I shall become drunken into a stupor. Then I will invite the congregation in and allow the men to sodomize my whore ass.

And the little girls and boys of the congregation will line up for Jesus and get their mother fucking god damned asses penetrated like an orgy during Pizza gate lets fuck in the Church and sin under the eyes of the Lord and perverted christened GOD.

Blasphemy sex

Murder Fantasy, Torture, and Blasphemy

Blasphemy Sex

 

My little sister was always a part of my secret murder fantasies. I wanted to take her to my boyfriend’s cabin in the woods and strap her small young teen body down to his kitchen table. I’d whisper to her and tell her how we were going to sacrifice her body to the devil after I shoved a large wooden cross in her tight virgin pussy. I would lick up her tears and pinch her nipples until they bleed. She would try to move and beg us to stop. We would laugh at her as she begged us to have mercy on her.

Torture Sex

My boyfriend would ram his thick cock into her pussy tearing it open. Blood would trickle down her thighs and she would cry asking us why. I would start cutting her stomach open and play with her dark red blood. I would lick her blood off my favorite knife and thrust it in her chest killing her. Her eyes would open wide in surprise before the light left her eyes. My boyfriend would keep fucking her corpse because you should never let a cunt go to waste. He’d fill that dead pussy full of cum and then we’d burn her body. She doesn’t know how twisted my murder and rape fantasies are. Maybe one day they’ll be more than just a fantasy.

Blasphemy sex is the next step after kidnapping our victim

Blasphemy sex Blasphemy sex is a ravenous beast, and the endless darkness needs to be fed. We’ve had a steady stream of young victims to play with, but this last one felt special. The little schoolgirl, with her short skirt and exposed thigh gap, was a vision of innocence corrupted. I knew she had to be mine.
Watching her struggle to get free, I could see the fighting spirit in her eyes. It made my cunt so hot since I knew what was in store for her. And so, I led her down the darkened corridor, her cries echoing off the cold, stone walls. Her screams only served to heighten my arousal, and I couldn’t wait to see what she would do when she saw you.
As we entered our Torture sex dungeon, I could see her go from panic to leaving her body. The fear was so intense that she had to disconnect. She tried to scream when she saw you standing there. You looked so fucking sexy standing there naked with a massive hard-on. She tried to scream, but it came out silent, and fuck did that make me wet. So I threw her down at your feet and popped that dick down her throat. She needed a little motivation to do better. So when I put my blade to her throat, she started sucking on your cock like a starving orphan sucking on her first lollipop. She did such a good job that it didn’t take long for the demon to take over. Your cock grew three times its size and shot a load that blew out the back of her head. Hail Satan!

Sunday Slut Day

Blasphemy sexBlasphemy sex with the pastor made me cream in my panties, after church today I stayed behind for a little bit to help the pastor do something on his new laptop, wearing a cute but form fitting dress underneath nipple clamps a gstring and garters. As i leaned over the pastor’s shoulder my huge tits brushed against his shoulders and before I knew it I was bent over the desk getting fucked up the ass with a crucifix shaped dildo and pastor’s cock shoved in my pussy and believe me the pastor is hung like a fucking horse, wide as a beer can. Pastor is kinky and loves forbidden sex, he can’t get enough of this teen pussy, I remember I once blew him in the confessional and swallowed every one of his seeds. Today we are going to try anal, he said if we use anointing oil as lube it shouldn’t hurt as much! Pray for me lol! 

Blasphemy sex properly done means we steal a virgin

Blasphemy sex can only be sated by the screams and suffering of a fresh young virgin. I don’t give a flying fuck about God and his pathetic followers. For us, it’s all about spilling innocent blood to praise the dark lord! The more we blaspheme through the unholy union of torture and sex, the more delicious dark power we acquire. Hail that double-horned, cloven-hoofed hottie Satan – he rocks my world in the most wonderfully wicked ways!Blasphemy sex I know all of the secrets to stay forever young and strong, but I needed a teeny morsel of tender flesh to ravage. A naive nubile to be my Torture sex sacrifice. The orphanage at the church was the obvious choice. God bless the cock-sucking Vatican for producing such premium orphan meat! I’ve selected the perfect tart: a lil blonde angel. Young, scrawny and sweet. Her choker collar will look so darling pulling tight around her girlish neck as she chokes on your dick.
We’ll strip her bare and bind her with barbed wire to make her flesh rip and shred. Needle through her tender nipples, carve sigils into her flat chest. Spill candle wax down her hairless cunny. Make her sniff and snort lines of K-cut with crystal meth. Then shove a giant dildo up her tight pink twat while I use a knife to carve a reverse cross into her cummy clitty hood. We’ll edge her to the brink a bazillion times, just to give her a taste of pussy pleasure before I sever her clit with scissors.
Hail Satan! We’ll slash her guts open and let all her blood and guts sploosh out. Squeal piggy squeal! Then we’ll kick back and swim around in the tub of blood like we’re at the Carpathian Mountains Hot Springs. Bathing in the glory of our unholy Snuff sex sacrifice! Hail Satan!

Home Invasion Bliss: Knife Play and Ass Rape

Home invasion phone sexHome invasion phone sex means much more to me now. My friend has been raging about her fucking ex for weeks, how he screwed her over and stole from her. She’s always fantasizing about making him pay, breaking into his house and teaching him a lesson. I finally had enough of her talk. We got wasted and decided to put her fantasies into action.

We kicked in his door, surprising him and his new girlfriend in the middle of a movie. I knocked him out with a bat and tied him up while my friend handled his girlfriend with a few well-placed punches. Then, the real fun began. I let my friend go to town on her ex, cutting him up like a roast while his girlfriend watched in horror. But I wasn’t done there. I turned my attention to her, slicing up her pretty little face with slow, precise cuts, savoring her fear as I worked my way down to her perky tits.

Cutting her up was pure heaven. The way she screamed and begged for mercy only turned me on more. And when I finally got around to killing her, I came harder than I have in a long time. There’s something incredibly satisfying about taking control, about making them pay for their sins. I can’t wait to do it again.

Home invasion phone sex is more than just talk; it’s an experience. The thrill of the knife play, the power of domination, and the ultimate release of taking a life—it’s a high like no other. If you’re ready to join me on this dark and twisted journey, you know where to find me. Just make sure you’re prepared for a night of pure, unadulterated debauchery, because I demand nothing less than your complete and utter submission.