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Laylas Your Sexy Victim

evil phone sex I am easy to fuck when wasted. I was getting ready to leave the party and my freind’s knew I was kind of drunk they begged me to let them give me a ride home. I insisted I would be okay and headed out into the cold night. I felt a little funny like someone was watching me on my street. I tried to ignore the bad feeling I had when I was at the doorstep. I fumbled for my keys. Little did I know someone was hiding behind a tree watching me walk into my apartment. I was so drunk I left my keys right in the lock. It would be my final mistake. I started to stumble into the living room. I payed down on the couch. My titties were spilling out of my tank top. I started to fall asleep. The door cracked open slowly. They made their way in silently. Suddenly I felt a blunt object smack me over my head. I awoke I’m horror. The man standing over me had a gun in his hand. Get down on your knees bitch! He snarled at me. Beating me over the head with the gun he forced me to suck on his cock at gunpoint. I begged him to stop but he hit me over the head so hard I got a concussion. He forced me on to my back and started to sodomize my lifeless body.

Snuff Porn at Church

snuff pornI was in the mood to make snuff porn. Perhaps it is all the horror films I have been watching on Shudder or maybe its just my nature. All I knew was that I had to get out of the house and kill something. Kill something young and tender. I got in my car and drove around. My town was a ghost town. No one out. Hunting is challenging because nothing is open. My usual hunting grounds are empty like malls and public parks. I can’t leave the state without my license plate being recorded. I could, however, leave the county. I drove three hours to this city with a crazy pastor saying God will protect him and his congregation Stupid fucks like that are breeders. I knew there would be brats there. I am a blasphemy sex bitch anyway. I have no problem killing on so called holy ground. The world needs one less Bible thumper in the world anyway, don’t you agree? I mean the God fanatics are out in droves and their little crotch fruit will grow up to be just like them. I grabbed a little angel who was in the hallway by herself. She wondered off, I guess. I suffocated her just enough so she would pass out. I put her in my trunk and took her to the woods behind the church. I made it look like a satanic sacrifice. Hail Satan. I mean these are some end of times. I put her in the middle of a pentagon and cut her open. Sliced her tender flesh. Fucked her tiny holes and dismembered her. It was a bloody hell of a scene, but I worked out some aggression and maybe taught those bible thumpers a lesson about having church in the midst of a worldwide pandemic.

Faith Loves Blasphemy Sex

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Easter Sunday is my favorite time of year because that’s the day I love to get lost in blasphemy sex. It’s the day that I visit my old pastor from when I was a young girl. I’m laughing because that man still doesn’t know how to resist the forbidden fruit of my loins. He desperately tries to and I always see that look of terror on his face whenever I enter the church in my slutty little Easter dress, with no panties on underneath and take my usual seat at the front row. I love watching him sweat bullets up at the podium while he tries to focus on preaching about Jesus coming back from the dead and blah blah blah. I know what’s really rushing through his mind and body and that’s me. He knows that I’ll be the last one to leave the building and he knows that he won’t have the strength to say no to my young little cunt yet again. I sit there teasing him as he recites versus from the good book like a damn robot. I spread my legs a little and slip my hand up underneath my bible and begin to play. This is when he starts to peak whenever he gets a chance. I know he’s trying to control that raging hard-on happening behind that preachers stand, but I know him well enough to know that he’s just oozing pre-cum while he reads from the book of Matthew. I can’t wait to tell you how the rest of that Sunday played out for my poor old preacher.

I Became His Victim


Evil phone sex My slutty ways we’re bound to get me trouble. I was at a party with some friends and we had gotten really drunk. No surprise I got so wasted that when it was time leave I was a total mess. I started stripping in front of everyone. And yelling out obscenities. The  host was get annoyed by me so they arranged a ride home for me with the quickness. They had me escorted into the car of someone I didn’t even know. I noticed we were driving really far out. He had asked me where I lived but eventually I realized he wasn’t even headed in that direction. Where the fuck are we going? I yelled. He pulled out a gun and pointed it at me. He ordered me out of the car. I was so scared I did exactly what he said. He bent me over the hood of the car and forced himself in side of me. I was getting taken advantage of right in the middle of the street.

Bloody Easter

Evil phone sexMaster says everyone is supposed to be staying home. Their gathering was selfish and pointless so they were worthy of punishment. He dressed me in a beautiful white gown and had me infiltrate into the group. They started with prayer and praise to the false god. Each minute felt like nails against a chalkboard to me. The hypocrisy was laughable as their preacher talked about avoiding sin, he was always looking at me with eyes full of lust. While he talked about how important this day was, he undressed me with his eyes. Bet he was grateful his robes hid his boner, but I knew it was there. I started with the hypocrite first, Master said it was ok to start without him. While the service was over and the group started gathering for the Easter festivities the preacher found me in a back room. The tension was high, he couldn’t control himself trying to use religion as a way to describe our connection. I smiled and hopped up on a table and pulled up my dress. Watching as the “holy” man got down on his knees before me and started to eat my cunt. It felt good so I waited until the cusp of orgasm before I drove my long blade into his neck. Cumming against his face while he choked on his own blood. I left his lifeless body behind, admiring the bloodstains on my dress, smiling as it seemed like an approval. I walked into the room where the rest of the sheep gathered. Master was already there, waiting for me. They had no idea the wolf that hid among their flock. When people noticed me and the blood of my dress all fell silent. The only sound next was the slashing of Master’s blades as he worked quickly but efficiently through the room.

Blasphemy Sex in a Mega Church

blasphemy sexI love blasphemy sex. I am a Satan loving bitch. God doesn’t exist and his followers are stupid shits. Personally, I think this virus is part of Satan’s plan. It has closed the churches. It is hurting the coffers of the church too. A friend and I broke into this mega church yesterday. This church is obscene. Its followers must be stupid. I mean the church looks like a mansion. A church that opulent and vast violates a few commandments, especially in the neighborhood where it is located. With the churches shut down, it was easy to break in. I used black spray paint to cover the cameras. We got in by breaking a window. No silent alarm either. We had lamb’s blood in buckets in the back of my truck. We splattered the pews with the blood. We made sure we covered all the crossed and Bibles in blood too. We wrote blasphemous things on the walls with blood. I wrote Satan rules. My accomplice and I fucked on the alter like wild animals all the while saying fuck you to the dead man upstairs. I pissed in the baptismal tub. I fucked my cunt and ass with crosses. My partner in crime shot his wad all over the sacred items. We destroyed that church. We were there all night long fucking and destroying the holy vessel of a dumb flock. I mean the big wigs of this church live high on the hog while the congregation struggles to put food on their tables. What kind of God makes them struggle and take their money so the church can live in opulence? We wanted to burn the church down. We still might, but we wanted the assholes in charge to see what we did. How we desecrated their holy structure. Blasphemy phone sex is so fucking hot. We turned that fake church into Satan’s playground.

Layla Gets Violated

 

evil phone sexIm easy to fuck when I drink. I was at a party late the other night. I had gotten really drunk and I think one of the guys at the party had slipped something into my drink. I felt really dizzy and was stumbing towards the door. A man stopped me and he offered me a ride home in his car. Against my better judgement I got into the car with him. He drove me to my house and before I could get out he put a gun to my head and demanded that I give him my keys. Scared to death I did exactly what he told me. He dragged me inside by my arm and pointed the gun at my temple. Strip down naked. He snarled. I took my clothes off and he started feeling all over my body with his greasy hands. He ordered me to lay down on my back and seperate my legs. Then he began to violate my pussy with agressive force. I was crying and begging him to stop while he took advantage of me.

Layla Cant Escape This Time

 

 

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                 Murder makes me feel really kinky. You remember my prostitute friend who had been murdered. Well she had been laid to rest quite some time ago now. so I decided to go to the graveyard to visit. It was a cold and windy night. I was alone I went to the graveyard and noticed something a little strange. Next to her grave was some black roses with a note attached to it. It said ‘I know who killed your freind’ and it had a phone number written on it. Angered by the display, I called the number immediately. ‘Listen do you think this is funny?’ I cussed  them out on their answering machine. And went home really upset I was about to fall asleep on the couch when I heard a knock at the door. I opened it. there was a figure standing there with a gun in their hand. ‘bitch get down on your knees! they demanded. they started pistol-whipping me. don’t ever talk to me like that! they snarled ‘you’ll end up just like your friend’ I begged them to stop but they got on top of me and forced my legs open. They took advantage of me just how they did carol.

Who Set Up Layla?

blasphemy phone sexI hope someone doesn’t leak my nude photos.  Problem was I haven’t heard from my friend Claire in a while. I was hoping she was all right. I figured that maybe she was just busy and that’s why I haven’t been able to talk to her in a while. I was just relaxing at home by myself when I heard the telephone ring. I went over to it and answered it. A voice said ” I know where your friend Claire is and if you want to see her alive again you’d better do exactly what I tell you to do.” I completely froze up.  What did you do with her? I demanded. “Where is my friend?” he said I’m not going to tell you until you do exactly as I say. The voice demanded. “Now I want you to send me naked pictures of yourself.” I’m not sending that I said I’m going to call the police. “How are you going to call the police if you don’t know who I am?” the voice demanded. “Now send me these nude photos or I’ll slice her throat right now!” I could hear somebody screaming in background.

Snuff Sex Is My Addiction

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You’ve been talking about this one fetish you have ever since we started fucking – snuff sex. You have always liked putting your hands around my throat while we fuck. You like squeezing until I give you the safe word. But you tell me how much you’d like to ditch the safe word and go all the way with me. You want to keep squeezing my throat and squeeze the life out of me. As much as I am a little embarrassed to admit it, the thought of you doing that really does make my pussy wet. I’ve even started having my own fantasies about it.
Let’s just say that one night you come home and you find me sitting on the bed in really sexy lingerie. You ask me what the special occasion is and I tell you that I’m finally going to let you have the one thing you want most – my life. I take your clothes off and then lie down on my back, still in my lingerie I spread my legs and tell you to put your cock in me and then ask you to put your hands around my neck. I want to look into your eyes as I slowly slip away…