Category: Blasphemy Phone Sex

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