Category: Blasphemy Phone Sex

Nobody’s Angel

Always looking to have fun, my boss told us that we were going to decorate for Christmas in July; what I did not know, though, was he planned for us the part, too. I was a harness that slid over my head; wings were strapped to the back and feathers dangled on top of my nipples. Another girl was given one that had devil horns. We laughed at the irony, since I was certainly more devilish of the two. The boss carried around a large staff, always joking about the length of his “stick.” Some of the waitresses were in slutty Mary costumes; and, we had girls dressed like sheep on their knees at the entrance. One customer was paying me a lot of attention…and cash; during my break, someone told me that he was the minister of the church down the street. I laughed and instantly got one of my naughty ideas. When I returned, he smiled, visibly happy that I was back. I asked if he wanted a free lap dance since he’d been such a good customer, and he didn’t hesitate. I pressed my tits to his crotch, and then my knee while I breathed hard against his neck. “Yes, you are a little angel that’s sent from Heaven, aren’t you?” he said. All the while, my friend was snapping pictures of us. I sent a copy of them to his church email and instantly received a response; he had decided to pay the few thousand dollars for me to keep my mouth shut. The next day, the money arrived in a blank envelop and I got some of the best blow on the street! Now, that’s a good day’s worth of work!

Lycanthrophoenix! DCLXVI

My alter ego (Lycanthrophoenix) takes control of my body each and every time that a man tells me that he has fallen in love with me (during a full moon). Sexual changes take place, causing me to have primal, animalistic urges and cravings.  These uncontrollable urges cause me to seductively control, mate with, and claim the life of my lover. 

I scratch his back with my long fingernails; breaking the skin and leaving a sensual trail of blood which trickles down, lubricating our fuck.  My breasts grow deliciously plump, my nipples become erect, and my moans of pleasure become intense-howls of ecstasy as his cock plunges deep within my hungry pussy.  My thighs become ultra lean; gripping his waist firmly as I rhythmically push back on each thrust that he gives me, likened to a conductor of a ‘dark’ allegro musical score: forcing load after load of cum from his fatigued testicles.  My hands become strong, sensual tools of erotic massage (rendering him helpless to my touch).  My kisses become fiercely intoxicating, as I nibble, suck, and then bite his neck, lips, and nipples (drawing blood).  I get on top of him and work his cock within my newly transformed hole of glory, as I scratch his chest and ride his cock furiously (my juices splashing: drenching his pelvis).  A 10 inch member grows from behind me and immediately inserts itself inside of his asshole and thrusts repeatedly, filling his hole, penetrating him.  His seed impregnates me, erupting deep inside of my cervix;  simultaneously, I claw him to death. 

So far, six men have met this fate, as Lycanthrophoenix had become a part of my life, 6 years ago (in June) I love my alter ego-she is a fierce beast who has made her mark: (Disclosure 13:17-18).  I would love to introduce you to her *sinister laugh*.

A Time of Worship

It happens so frequently for me, where I must satisfy my hunger with the delicious taste of your cock.  I have been this way for a very long time.  Seeing you nude, in front of me, makes my mouth water.  I must get on my knees and praise your cock, worship it, like a god.  Some ask me if I believe in god. I am an Americanized Asian-American girl.  I tell them that your cock is my god.  Your hardened cock has power over me, makes me weak: like a helpless girl.  Your cock is beautiful, strong, magnificent and it must be praised.  I bathe myself and spray delicate perfume upon myself, before I dare to touch your supremacy.  I bow down and worship your cock and my god. There is nothing higher. I submit to it’s power. I  worship your cock, because it is my god.

Meet You At The Alter

I had it all planned out. I have been eyeballing this church for a month now. It’s presence alone is magnificent, perfect for vandalism. Perfect for fucking up and destroying.
I opened the heavy doors and walked in the dimly lit building. I crossed the thresh hold and my pussy began to pulsate and drip juices as I thought about what I was going to do.
Then I heard it, coming from the confessional, a moaning. Not the sound of pain but the sound of pleasure. I got closer and the sound was unmistakable. As I got to the door of the confessional and peeked in the crack, I saw him fucking the alter boy. He was dripping with sweat and his face was red. The alter boy had a look of pleasure on his face and I could tell he was enjoying being sodomized here in the confessional.
It wasn’t long before my hand was between my legs masturbating while I watched the blasphemous scene in front of me.
One thing was for sure I was going to get in on some of that fucking action before all was said and done.
I watched him reach up and tear his collar off as he shoved his cock in deep, grunting with satisfaction as he filled the alter boy’s ass up with his cum. He pulled out and dropped to his knees as the alter boy shoved his throbbing cock in his mouth and spewed jizz in hard and deep. I could see the glisten on his chin as some of that jizz dripped out of his mouth.
They stood up and adjusted their clothing and reached for the door. The gasp they let out when they saw me standing on the other side with a wicked smile on my face and my fingers shoved deep in my pussy was priceless.
They begged for my silence but I just stood there smiling and let them squirm. Finally I told them in a voice so low it was just a whisper that they would fuck me for my silence. I wanted both of them in me, double penetration, deep and hard, on the alter, in the front of the church and under the big gold cross.
I let them know that this would not be a one time deal. That I had planned on vandalizing their beautiful church but this turn of events was so much better. They would fuck me on the alter any time I wanted it. Every day, several times a day, once a week, I didn’t know yet, but they would be at my beck and call if they wanted my silence.
I walked to the alter and they meekly followed me picking up my clothes as I threw them on the floor so that I could get the fuck I wanted when I reached the alter. I would curse their God and all he stands for while their cocks are shoved in me.
Blasphemy, sodomy, and unbridled lust given and received here in their holy place. All wrapped up in a nice little package and tied with a pretty bow of blackmail. What more could a girl want?

Shameful Thoughts (You Have Them Too?)

Here I sit next to the same people as I do every week, hand up my pretty dress, loose enough to cover the motion of my fingers going in and out of my wet pussy but tight enough to make the most devote man think about getting inside these dainty panties!
Is your dick hard yet? Because my pussy is revving up for a flood of epic proportion.
I know it is wrong and I know I shouldn’t be lost in the thought of getting fucked hard and deep or sucking the biggest cock I can find until it explodes in my mouth.
I should be paying attention, listening. And just a I bring myself back to the present I hear the sermon about Jesus turning water into wine.
Why we think what we think when we think it is beyond me, But just at that moment I remembered an old Flintstones cartoon and image a man in skins filming Jesus as he performed this miracle.
All I can think of is… why? Why if you had this power didn’t you turn every thing you saw into a great piece of ass? Why weren’t you getting fucked and sucked and taken to heaven daily? Wine is cool don’t get me wrong, but hell, why don’t we get drunk and screw…that’s all I am saying…
As I cum all over my fingers at the thought of being able to create my own perfect fuck world, I hear the preacher say we may leave and I stand up on weak legs with a smile.
AMEN

The Satanist

Satanic Snuff Phone Sex You called with a hunger and hope in your voice. You wanted the Devourer of Souls to lead you down the road to hell.   You wanted to become a true Satanist.  You knew what you wanted, sweet innocent destruction you said. But you were confused by me.  Your voice is so sweet you said.  Sweet and evil my bloody friend.  Something wicked this way comes and you are leading the pack my dark prince. Innocent doesn’t begin to describe the bitches we described tonight. Once we rid you of that pesky humanity, you will have the fun that up until now you’ve only dreamed of. You just need to put stock in the right things. The Dark Lord knows the way your Pcock twitches in delight at the site of a young one and all the possibilities. They only have one purpose.  To be used and tossed aside like garbage.  We talked about a few of those tonight didn’t we lol. We danced tonight you and I. We danced on the edge of terror, horror and absolute bliss. It was wonderful. And if a seed ever does take root, yes, as I said, it’s all yours. Good things cum to those who wait. It’s time to do a little praying. You know who to. Satanic Snuff Phone Sex