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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.

 

Knife Play Phone Sex Because There is No Fun in a Kill with a Gun

knife play phone sexKnife play phone sex remains my favorite. I will say it until I am blue in the face that a knife is the best weapon. And I’m always strapped. Guns do not give me a thrill. Except for like school shooters, most mass murderers or serial killers don’t use guns. Serial killers enjoy the kill. And they enjoy the fear and prolonging the agony.

I want that thrill. Knives prolong the agony. And I love it. Last night I went hunting like I do most Friday nights. I strapped myself with six knives because you can never be too careful. Usually, I’m looking for men praying on Goth girls. I encountered another drunk coed. Self-entitled bitch. And I’m sure you know the type.

This girl came into a Goth bar by mistake. She didn’t belong. Nobody wanted her whiny little ass there anyway. She started cussing the bartender out because she couldn’t make her a pixie martini. The things that came out of that girl’s mouth made me certain that I had to kill her. She seemed perfect as a teen rape porn star, but I didn’t have a male accomplice with me to fuck the cunt. So, I just mutilated the bitch solo.

Perhaps somebody would miss this bitch. But I wouldn’t. I did face some challenges getting her out of the bar. Although I could’ve stabbed her right there in the bar, it appeared crowded enough that she would’ve just fallen to the ground and nobody would’ve known what happened. Plus, I don’t think anybody would’ve pissed on the cunt if she was on fire. Luckily, she was intoxicated enough to make her easy prey.

Some Cunts Just Need to Die

I just pretended to be an Uber driver. It’s so easy anymore. I even have a fake sign. Stupid cunt looked too drunk to even pay attention to who her Uber ride was to match it up with the app. I took her out to my fishing cabin in the woods. For years it served as my killing ground until I built an underground bunker, a dungeon of sorts under my house. But when somebody’s passed out, it’s a lot harder to get them down in my basement. She appeared to be a big girl. Not fat, but she was at least 5’9 5’10.

I had enough chloroform to knock her out for a little bit. And I dragged her body into the cabin, then strapped her down to this wooden sacrifice table I use. When she woke up, I read her a list of her crimes and told her the world does not need another self-entitled cunt. And I also mentioned she should feel lucky it’s just me and that I did not have a male accomplice. But honestly, I would’ve loved to watch you fuck the shit out of her. Choke her, fuck her to death, whatever you wanted to do with her would’ve been OK with me. I just had to put her out of our misery.

You Would Have Enjoyed Killing and Fucking This Bitch with Me

When the torture sex began, she screamed bloody. Even before my knife penetrated her flesh yet, she screamed. But when I did start to cut her body up, her screams became more blood curdling, which only made me want to kill her more. After a few hours, I had removed her worthless tits, sliced off her clit, stabbed her cunt, and cut out her tongue. And I even popped her eyeballs out of the socket just so I could piss in them.

Eventually, I started getting tired, so I just slit her throat and let her bleed out. I’ve turned my fishing cabinet into more of a butcher shop with a metal floor for easy cleanup. I just hosed off her remains and tossed her carcass out back for the bears and coyotes. They always act grateful for the food.

Nobody’s going to miss this bitch. My guess I just did the world a big favor. We have enough self-entitled cunts running around this world. She acted like a young Karen. And she needed to go. Plus, I needed to kill last night. So, I see last night as a win win situation

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,

Women Have Rape Phone Sex Fantasies Too, But Mine Make You My Bitch

rape phone sex fantasieDo you have rape phone sex fantasies for me? I’m here to warn you that you best not explore those fantasies. No man who ever tries to fuck me against my will lives to see the next day. Let this serve as a cautionary tale of what happens when you try to flip the script. I am dominant. And that means I am not your bitch. But you can be mine.

Ernie hired me for a job. And I told him he could be my accomplice or my victim, but I would never be his victim. And he acted like he understood. Plus, he said he didn’t want to do anything to me anyway. But he likes Goth girls. He wanted my help kidnapping, force fucking, and maybe even killing a Goth babe. I don’t have many rules in my life. But I do have a couple. One, I’m not your victim. Two, I don’t assist with anything involving a fellow Goth girl.

But he lied to me. The guy did not appear too bright.  He paid me for the job, which was to kidnap, torture, and kill a hot teen slut. I’m not a teenager anymore. He knew my rules before he paid me. I always require the money upfront in case they try to flip the script. Ernie had a death wish. He fucked with the wrong woman. And now he’s dead.

Men Think with Their Dicks and That Gets Them Dead Around Me

But I made him my ass rape porn star before I put him out of my misery. No guy fucks me against my will. I’m stronger than I look. But mostly I’m just smarter than any man because I don’t think with my dick. The moment I could tell he intended to make me his victim, I pulled out a huge knife, scared the shit out of him and tied him to his bed. In my bag of tricks, my assassination bag I guess you could call it, I keep a huge dildo with shards of glass glued to it. So, when I fucked him in the ass, he bled worse than a stabbing victim.

You should’ve heard him scream like a bitch. Music to my ears. Can’t come for me without consequences and the only consequence for coming after me is death, but with a lot of torture first. This loser really thought he could overpower me. But once that torturous dildo entered his ass, I think he understood who was in charge. I just enjoy pegging a man’s ass who deserves it. And for some I ruin their asses. Ernie learned a valuable lesson the hard way.

Torture Serves as Foreplay to Me

I fucked his ass with my malicious dildo so long and so hard that I prolapsed his ass and shredded it. His ass now looked like raw hamburger meat. He turned out to be such a wuss too. He passed out several times. But I revived him. You need to feel torture. Nobody sleeps through my torture.

Sometimes I felt like I could fuck him like this forever, but I knew I had to put him out of my misery. Men like that, I can’t trust. And they’ll just continue to try to abuse women who aren’t nearly as strong as me. So, eventually, I slit his throat. And I kept fucking him until he bled out. Dumb ass deserved death.

Never feel sorry for a loser like Ernie. He won’t try to force fuck a Goth taboo phone sex bitch again. Some men just seem so stupid. I wonder how they remember to breathe.

Daddy’s Dirty Little Fuck Toy

Babysitter phone sex

A late-night babysitting gig was just what I needed—extra cash and a quiet house to act out my filthiest desires. When Daddy finally walked in, I was already halfway there. I could barely stand it—those eyes, that smirk, and that bulge in his pants…

The second he closed the door, I dropped to my knees and took him in my mouth. He tasted so good. Salty, musky—like a hungry beast. He grabbed my hair, pushing deeper, and I could barely breathe. But I loved it.

Then came the most twisted part—Daddy tied me up, shoved a gag in my mouth, and left me on the floor. He told me to beg for it, but all I could do was moan and squirm. He took his time, teasing me, building up the tension until I was dripping wet and ready to explode.

When Daddy finally plunged inside, I almost blacked out. Hard, rough, and absolutely merciless. Each thrust sent me flying, my tits bouncing, my pussy clenching. And when I came, it was so intense—it felt like it ripped through my entire body.

I ended up spent and on the floor, his cum dripping from me. Daddy leaned down, whispering that I was his dirty little fuck toy now. And in that moment? I knew I’d do anything for him.

After school activities with uncle big dick

Evil phone sex

Torture was his game, after school was brutal when my evil uncle was asked to babysit me. Mom could careless whether I made it out alive or not, training me to be the perfect tight wet pussy slave, making me crave the pain.

Bending me over his knees, he’d rip off my school uniform, push my satin pink panties to the side and shove his fingers in my tiny little one cooter, so ripe and pure, ready for his sick pleasure to rip out of me. Daddy sometimes watched egging him to “smack that ass till she’s red”, or “she hasn’t learned yet”. I’d beg them to stop but he’d spread my cheeks, hold my legs apart, rapid finger fucking, widening my little gap for his creepy creechie cock would fit in, the more rage he gave, he would shower me with toys, making me earn my keep.

My swollen baby bell leaking with fear, oozing all over his massive shaft, every push and pull tore my insides. Fecal bloody spooge running down my skinny legs like a slow drip, turning that incestual pedo creep on even more. He was a sick man with a plan to keep my on my knees for the rest of my life, making sure I’d begin to enjoy being tortured, abused and violated, creating that sexual urge and desire for my master to do me the same.

Got Another Whore And Had Fun With Her

kidnapping phone sex

 

I’m in the mood to kidnap a little whore and have as we please with her. Then torture her till she’s lifeless giving her false hopes. And your going to help me or I’ll chop your balls off and feed them to pigs. Okay so first I’m going to go befriend a little whore and bring to the car. Once I bring her you need to knock her out so we don’t have to deal with squirming. Then I tied the little bitch to the bed and began laying out all my toys. Viciously I started whipping her so she can wake up and once she was. I cut her clothes off exposing that little sexy body not caring about cutting her as she tried to scream. Mouth gagged, I clapped her titties with clothes clamps and began having fun with her. While you sat stroking your cock watching me as had fun torturing her. Making her body feels all types of pain and getting her little holes ready for you to come destroy her.

Mutilation Phone Sex with a Partner Spices Up Any Castration

mutilation phone sexMutilation phone sex turns me on. Especially if I am mutilating your junk. Sometimes, I take a woman under my wing to teach her how to remove your worthless balls too. Jenny needed someplace to direct her anger. As a recent sexual assault victim, she might get herself killed if she had not met me. She went around to the rough bars in town looking for this biker dude who drugged her and invited his friends to gang bang her. She thinks it was an initiation into a biker club.

But I happen to be inside one of those rough biker bars looking for someone myself. A serial predator of Goth girls. And I saw her drunk, angry and asking way too many questions in a place like that. I had to intervene. She did not have her brain turned on.

So, I took her under my wing. In fact, I thought we might be looking for the same guy. The world needs more women like me who are not afraid to get justice and revenge. And women who are not afraid of castration phone sex either. Too many men running around in this world thinking somehow women owe them. I don’t owe anybody anything. And I made Jenny understand that while we searched for the perpetrators of her assault, we could find surrogates to practice on.castration phone sex

We did find one biker admitted to participating in the gangbang initiation. However, we wanted the ringleader. But we knew he would help with the right incentive. And as it turns out having razor sharp scissors pressed up against the base of your cock provides wonderful incentive to rat your friends out. Plus, this provided Jenny with good experience. The guy deserved to have his junk removed too.

Sometimes, I Take a Young Girl Under My Wing and Teach Her How to Castrate Men Too

So, I tied him up, spread his legs, and put a castration band at the base of his balls to restrict the blood flow and control the mess. And I told her there’s no wrong way to castrate a man. If you remove the balls, you’ve done your job. Although I have probably castrated 1000 men in my life, I don’t think I’ve ever done it the same way twice. I told her she could use a variety of knives, or scissors or even her teeth to tear the balls off. If she removes the balls, it’s a successful castration. I also encouraged her to add a little torture sex to his cock too.

When you castrate somebody, you want to leave them with a constant reminder of their crime. I had her carve her name into his cock. And I know he’s not going to go to the cops. He’d be arrested for his own crimes that led to this. He deserved to be castrated. We got the names of the other people involved. We let this little no ball wonder live so he can warn his biker friends that we plan to take their balls and maybe their cocks too. I want Jenny to have a revenge collection of balls so she will always feel vindicated.

Torturous Encounters: My Darkest Fantasies

Torture sexTorture sex is my fucking specialty, and I live for making little bitches squirm and scream. Last night, I had this pathetic little slut tied up, her wrists and ankles bound to the bedposts. I started slow, teasing her with a feather, watching her body react, her nipples hardening, her pussy getting wet. Then, I moved to the crops, lashing her ass and thighs until they were red and stinging. Her screams were music to my ears, a symphony of pain and pleasure.

Teen rape porn brought out the beast in me. I remember this one time, I cornered this little virgin in the alley behind the school. She was so fucking tight, her pussy clenching around my cock as I rammed into her. Her tears and pleads for me to stop only made me fuck her harder, faster, until I exploded inside her, filling her up with my hot cum. It was raw, primal, and I fucking loved every second of it.

Bondage phone sex is where I get to tie the little whore up and have my way with her. I had this one girl, blindfolded and gagged, her hands tied behind her back. I teased her for what felt like hours, my fingers dancing over her sensitive spots, my breath hot on her skin. I brought her to the edge of orgasm over and over again, only to pull back, leaving her begging and desperate. When I finally let her cum, it was explosive, her body shaking with the force of it, and I fucking loved every second of her submission.

Well, keep dreaming about what you can do to me. But remember, if you want to make those dreams a reality, you know where to find me. I’m always ready to take on your darkest desires, no matter how twisted or depraved they may be.