He forced me into blasphemy sex. Although I am not religious now, I was raised as a Catholic girl. My mother had two lives. The good Catholic church going woman who the church thought was a saint. And the incest loving cocaine loving dirty mom who my brother and I knew was no saint at all. I loved her dichotomy.
Now I possess that same sort of dichotomy. On the outside I look like a normal soccer mom. Occasionally, I go to church but not as much as I should or did. I do have a lot of naughty things to confess. Like the fact that I too love fucking my sons and partying with coke. When Dave called me telling me he had coke for me, I knew we had to hang out.
But the addy he gave me was for my church. Well, the church I went to as a little girl with my mother. He wanted blasphemy phone sex to party with him. A few hail Mary’s and God will forgive me, right? Secretly, I apologized to God, as Dave made me admonish the Almighty for his darker counterpart, Satan. I felt like God might strike me down at any moment as I cursed his existence while doing lines of coke off Dave’s cock.
Fuck the Almighty One, Hail Satan
We partied in my old church. Fucked on the red velvet alter leaving cum stains everywhere. Dave pissed in the coffers, and I masturbated my naughty cunt with a cross I saw hanging. Big ass cross too. Gaped my cunt and ass. I will be honest here. Being naughty in a church I went to as a little girl felt incredibly dirty and taboo. But I did it for the coke.
Dave is a devil worshiper I discovered. We hailed Satan while fucking in almost every pew. Left my mark and scent everywhere I could. Not often I go to church anymore as a taboo phone sex whore, but boy, this visit will land me in hell for good.
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