Tag: Blasphemy phone sex

Satanic Evil Phone Sex

Satanic evil phone sex is the kind of fun you get with Morticia. I’m a sadistic satanic kinda gal. My sole game is a soul game. I will eat your soul and puke it up to the rabid beasts of hell. I want your soul, I need your soul, and I will devour your soul. We will have a ritual of tantric sex and my lizard like tongue will slither inside you and lick that soul right out.

I want to make you crave that young virgin pussy to sacrifice and destroy and violate. So let’s commit some hot debauchery at some sacred religious place and raid the virgins of a suppressed existences to ruin and desecrate. I am the evil seductress that can make you do anything for me. Your will is not yours it is mine, just like your soul is doomed and owned by me to sell and trade for drugs or ritual items.
Evil Phone Sex

The Best Blasphemer

Blasphemy phone sex

 

Do you know why I love blasphemy phone sex so fucking much?  It isn’t just because I get to recount all of the times I defiled a church with my mere presence or corrupted a clergy and made them fuck me in the sanctuary with someone who is just as willing to sin and as morally tainted as I am, though I do love those sacrilegiously sordid trips down memory lane.  Sometimes they can make my callers a little squeamish, though.  No, I love to take blasphemy calls because I get to talk with folks who think that, because I live a dark and dangerous lifestyle, I don’t have a close and personal relationship with the lord.

It’s really funny when I get asked if I fear God’s wrath and worry about burning in hell for all of eternity.  That ill-thought out question always makes me laugh.  Nevermind the fact that there are hypocrites in every house of worship who live a life of rape or incest or murder while hiding it all under a pious mask of false purity while I uncompromisingly show the world who I am, only hiding enough to stay out of trouble and avoid the laws of man.  Pretty sure that, in God’s eyes, I’m better than all of those people any of my fanatically religious callers associate with.  

Here’s what they don’t understand…  If God created everything with some sort of master plan in mind and doesn’t make any mistakes, then there’s a reason for all of us to be here.  Most of those assholes hate gay people and think they need to die or dislike people who follow other religions and will call for their heads on a pike before actually taking the time to understand them.

Here’s a tip for any of you geniuses who might be reading this now; everyone who prays to a single god is praying to the same god no matter what name they call it.  Don’t take things so literally, especially if they were written hundreds to thousands of years ago.  How much do you think people knew about the world back then?  I’m sure they didn’t realize that homosexuality exists in multiple animal species, not just humans.  Personally, I think it’s just nature’s much needed population control, alongside natural disasters and murder.  That last part is where people like myself fit into the mix.

Go ahead and test me if you want.  The last unchristlike christian bitch who questioned me got a little more than an earful, she got stripped, whipped, fucked and crucified then left to bleed out in the middle of a little baptist church.  I even made her a crown of thorns so she could feel what it’s like to be a true martyr instead of just a self important fuck pig with false faith and a personality to match.  

 

Breeding wars

bloody phone sex

Our jealousy and envy plead music to his ears. The addicting bloody phone sex made collin get his dungeon and scour all over for the perfect duo to vie for his attention. Now it’s up to the both of us to get him pleasant and satisfied and show him who is worthy of getting knocked up first. I’m sure I will get the honors because Master collin loves pumping his breeding cream in me.

Maggie has quite the feat to against to even think she has a chance in becoming the one to carry on the legacy of a domme daddy. Master collin makes us both play nice and kiss and makeup. He loves to dominate us sensually. We both know it will take a lot of swaying to get him to stick to one side.

So our breeding wars have become relatively more intense. I’m sure he will enjoy pumping his seed in me a lot more because I’ve gotten programmed so well to pump his cock even if it means my cunt bleeds in pain.

Faith’s Murder Phone Sex Fantasies

murder phone sex fantasies There was something different about Dr. Mitchell. All of the women in the neighborhood fell all over him because of his charm and he was smoking hot too. He was a little too perfect to be the normal guy they all thought he was. I was going to find out what kind of a sicko he really was. I got myself invited over for dinner, and he was called away for work. He asked me if I would stay and if we could pick it back up when he returned. That gave me the perfect opportunity to snoop around.

Downstairs in his basement he had a doctor’s exam room set up. There was a woman strapped down to it with medical restraints. She screamed into the cloth gag, and her eyes were blood-shot and desperate. I stroked her hair and told her I would help her. Then Dr. Mitchell came down and caught me. He told me he knew I was a curious fucking slut. He just left long enough for me to find his patient. Then the murder phone sex fantasies began. His patient didn’t make it. I might have drained her when drawing blood, oopsy.

God Likes It, How About You?

Blasphemy phone sex

 

I hope you know that blasphemy phone sex is much more than just taking the lord’s name in vain or slapping around a nasty tempered nun.  At least, it is with me.  When you have a dark beast inside you driving your every desire, sacreligious sex becomes something evil and twisted.  Even the most fucked up and foul bible bashing pussy pounders tend to tap out of our cum drenched Christ crushing conversations earlier than they had expected.

Maybe the thought of me sitting on a group of debilitated nun faces and grinding my brown-pink asshole into their mouths while I mutilate their titties with a sharpened rosary gets guys off early, but the fear in their voice tells me that they’re too scared to finish.  Of me, of God or whatever.  Something about jamming a holy chalice rim first into a tight assed Reverend Mother’s hairy yet unsullied shit hole until she cums so hard that she gushes pussy juice and blood filled ass slime makes some wannabe butt abusing blasphemers hang up before I’m even close to being done with my sordid story.  Look, they paid the toll and knew what they were getting into.  It’s not my fault they’re a bunch of Nancies.

Some guys think that they can handle the thought of me ordering a dirty P loving priest to defile and abuse his innocent little altar attendants in every way imaginable while I please my pussy with an extra large crucifix until it’s a mangled bloody pulp, but when I get to bellowing out my favorite movie quote of all time, all I hear is a click and silence on the other end.  “Let Jesus fuck you!  Let Jesus fuck you!” is a phrase that’s turned me on since I was a little girl.  I guess they don’t like “The Exorcist” as much as I do.  Fucking faggots.

I hope you know what you’re asking for when you tell me you want to have some blasphemy phone sex.  Judging from my prior unholy fuck call experience, you’ll probably bail out before your time is up.  I don’t care if you cum or not, you already gave me your money.  If you don’t like it, toughen up and call me back.  Know what you’re asking for before you open your fat mouth.  And just remember, God is always watching and I guarantee you he likes to jerk his life giving cock to all of the pain and suffering he’s created.  I’m here to help him get off.  How about you?

 

Evil Phone Sex

evil phone sexI am always down for some evil phone sex. I have been dabbling on the dark side lately. I like it. I met this Satanist recently in a fetish club. I thought he was joking when he said he was into the occult. I have never met a real Satanist. He said he would prove it to me. Again, I thought he was joking. He took me to this Gothic looking building in the middle of nowhere. At first, I thought it was a church, but the closer we got the more I realized that this was just an abandoned Victorian house. Only, it was not abandoned. Inside were upside down crosses, pentagrams and a ton of candles. I could hear ominous music playing too.  I felt like I was about to have blasphemy sex.  As we walked down a dark hallway, I realized that I may be the victim of some cult killing. I was not sure. Suddenly, I heard screaming. Loud screams from a young girl. He grabbed my hand and pulled me quickly towards the screams. He stopped me, opened a closest and handed me a black robe with a red velvet interior. He had me put it on.  I walked behind him into a room lit by candles. A young girl was naked on the floor in a pentagram. She was bleeding. Bleeding out. The small group of folks were chanting in Latin, I think. Then suddenly a cloaked figure stabbed the little girl. The group of people around her had these Gothic goblets they began filling with her blood. Virgin blood I could only assume. My date whispered in my ear, “Believe me now?” I did believe him. I pissed myself a little too. I was in the middle of some sort of Satanic sacrifice. Blasphemy phone sex is one thing, but this was a human sacrifice. I felt safe because I have not been a virgin in decades. But I knew if I did not act like I was one of them they would kill me to protect their secret. I drank from a Goblet being passed around to the folks who were not part of the sacrifice ritual. I guess when in Rome, right? I drank virgin blood and woke up this morning feeling better than ever.

Faith’s Unholy Easter

evil phone sex

It’s Judas appreciation weekend, and so many of you deviants have an extra day off to sin. How about that shit, Jesus got nailed to a cross and we all get a long weekend. I’m not going to spend all weekend shoving chocolate crucifixes in my unholy cunt though. I have some other things planned. The loser might have gotten himself hammered to a post, but I see no point in celebrating him when our Dark Lord is the one that won on that hillside. Jesus wept and cried and his father turned the lights off. Let’s have a deranged Satanic easter and rejoice in Lucifer’s gifts. 

How will you serve the Morningstar this weekend? Evil phone sex is a good place to start. I’m going to take part in a ritual to offer my three fuck holes up to the bastard son of Satan. I’ve prayed to Satan to let the Antichrist breed me during this time of fertility. If it’s Satan’s will on Sunday I will be pumped full of vile demonic seed directly from the seed of Satan’s beautiful sack. I’ll slash as many arteries as I have to, and drain as much blood as is required to become his sick whore. Happy Unholy Easter, sinners. 

Blasphemy sex Teen

blasphemy sex

As the season of Jesus resurrection gets near many of my evil men are turning to  Blasphemy sex. 

And I understand I really do. I was ripping the bong in my old man’s room when he began to tell me this horrific tale of his past.  He looks at me and tells me that runaways are the best for rituals to denounce god and that each and every girl that he has found, or picked up from hitchhiking has denounced her faith eventually. I began to giggle the higher I got, and the more detailed he gets about this little blonde he picked up a dozen springs ago. SHe was fresh from the suburbs, running from an abusive mother she said. Now my old man is only in his 50s now, and he is fine now, imagine 12 years ago when he caught this fish out of water! He talked his darling new playmate into traveling to San fran with him and staying at his palace until she could figure out where to go. Then one night as he was sleeping she broke into his torture room and screamed at the site of his statue of Baphomet. It didn’t take him long to run down the stairs and subdue her in restraints. SHe was a nughty girl who fell for his trap and he called some of his cult members over for an evil gangbang rape porn fest! The recorded her so i was able to see when she was begging for her life and saying fuck jesus for the men who forced her holes open until they bled! GOD I love my evil Old man!

Blasphemy Sex Princess

blasphemy sexNow, you know that I love blasphemy sex more than anything in the world. But something I haven’t talked much about is how, during my period, I love going to the church and having blood rituals with the pastor there. He was so turned on by me that he didn’t even flinch when he realized that I was on my period. He stuck his cock in any way and started fucking me right there on the altar. As he was fucking me, I started doing my ritual, and again, he didn’t even flinch. He just kept on fucking me as he’d never get his penis wet again.

I made him pull his cock out of me before he came inside me and paint fertility symbols on me with my blood. He thought I just wanted him to rub his cock on me because I thought it was sexy. I really was ensuring that when he shot his load inside me, I’d get knocked up with his offspring. Oh, the scandal I’d cause within the church when they realized I got pregnant with the pastor’s spawn while sitting on the altar with my legs spread. I bet it would make old women faint. Hail Satan!

Gothic Phone Sex Freaky Sadistic

She was such a tiny thing with a big fucking mouth. Outside of the Church across the way from my house. Well my moms house, I still live with her because I can. She is what made me the filthy sadistic whore that I am. We can’t help how depraved we are. She never planned on my surviving birth or beyond. Seems that Satan had his plans for me. Her coven of men and women all sadistic and cultist had their fun with me.

Now it’s my turn. Well, fuck who am I kidding I have had my time with my own offspring that never survived past it’s first few hours. It’s was exquisite the things i did to it. Fast forward now to this brat. She was loud and annoying. She was young. I knew this whore had no innocence with a mouth like that. She needed a lesson that she would not survive. 

Grabbing the cunt was not so easy. This little monster tried biting me and kicked around a lot. I wasn’t having it. I may be small in stature myself but I am strong. Only the strong survive after all right? Well, I had to be quick. I looked around and made sure of no prying eyes. I needed to not be caught. Slamming the slut inside my suitcase after pricking her with some tranquilizer was easy after that little fucking scene. I rolled the bitch right across the way to my dungeon in the fallout shelter behind the house.

I unloaded the little body. I started in on wrapping the little slutmeat in cellophane wrap. I used those packing rolls you buy at the Home Depot and just mummified her in plastic. I wanted to have fun. I cut holes open for her cunt, asshole and mouth access. I called up a couple of guys to come over and fuck her holes open. I then grabbed some quick cement and filled her fucked holes up. It would be fun to paper mache’ her mummified and as she would not awake from the things done to her. That cement in her holes for one. I sawed her in pieces and rivaled at how she could never fucking irk me again with her obnoxious voice. 

Gothic phone sex