He loves to take me to the ornate church and fuck me on the alter. He always talks about how he hates God and all that Christianity stands for while he fucks me. He makes it clear that he believes he is representing Satan and everything evil. And that fucking me here on the alter is his gift to the Dark Lord. I love every minute of it. The sheer taboo of it all makes my pussy wet and gets my blood boiling. The darker the better.
But this morning he took things to another level. He told me a story while fucking me. He told me his version of the last minutes of Christ. How the Roman soldiers brought whores to him after they bestowed upon him the crown of thorns. How they made his mother watch as the blood was dripping down his face and the whores defiled his body in every way imaginable. He went on to describe in great detail how the soldiers then sodomized this man who called himself Christ. Humiliating him and stripping him of all dignity in front of his mother and his disciples. The Romans then marched this Christ to his doom, making him carry his cross down the streets until they reached the place where he would hang until death over took him. How they erected the cross and then in front of the crowd, they pulled his head back before nailing him to the cross and the executioner jerked his cock, shooting a huge load of sperm on this Christ’s face for all to see.
He spared no detail as he weaved his brutal, blasphemous tale.
He fucked me harder then he ever had while telling his story. I could see the joy in his eyes as they twinkled while he recalled his version of the events. And I felt his release as he ended the tale, jerking my head back and spewing his cum all over my face living out the ending to his tale.
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