Drink The Blood Of Christina Phone Sex

Drink The Blood Of Christina Phone Sex

~ Give yourselves to me and I’ll consume you ~

You will kneel before me and pray in earnest, for the ultimate surrender to me. Drink the blood of Christina phone sex is for those who truly recognize myself as your saviour. *smiles empirically* It’s that time again, and even as you enter my parlour of blasphemous degradation you know that the flow has begun. It’s rich, full pungency emanating throughout the parlour will have you squirming like a rutting wild animal, as you’ll know what’s coming. I may or may not have you bound while you drink of crimson fount of my holiness. If I have chosen to put a man or woman into bondage, that usually means you will be fed the blood and the dark manna of my perfect body. You will pray and worship in my presence with the knowledge that Goddess worship towards me is essential to your worthiness at my feet.

You’re being bound while you’re in a kneeling position on the cold hard floor before me, your Goddess, may have me squatting in front of you so I can reach forward, lacing my long perfectly manicured fingers around your neck. My hands and thumbs will wrap around your throat so I can place the thumb-pads on either side of your larynx and squeeze. I will command you to pray to me as I slowly squeeze tighter and tighter, until your voice becomes raspy and finally garbled so that the demons inside you will be heard. Of course I’ll laugh at you and your orders to continue to pray to me no matter how hard I squeeze or how much pain you suffer through. Drink the blood of Christina phone sex is not for the faint of heart. Of course you will be made to play my games, games that you can never win. The privilege of being allowed to drink and swallow my holy bodily wastes is never to be taken lightly.

Toilet Fetish Phone Sex Witch

Toilet Fetish Phone Sex Witch

~ That’s it, lift your faces upward in reverence to me ~

Such lovely depraved worshipers of filth, you love it though. As your priestess of squalor, I will be your toilet fetish phone sex witch. You will address me as Mistress Trixie while you are on your knees in front of me on my cold flagstone floor. During kinky Goddess worship I will be expecting you soulless men and women to surrender your compasses of morality to me and my needs. Oh yes, I do indeed enjoy sick and depraved lesbian play whether it’s voluntary of forced. Beautiful sophisticated MILF women  or young innocent pink cheeked, barely legal teen girls all learn to drink from my bitter fount of depravity. My black heart goes all pitter-patter when a sweet nubile young thing drinks from my golden shower cleft or even better yet, when she finally loses herself to the point of being able to swallow the filth directly from between my smooth bum cheeks. So lost, so helpless, and all mine. *grins evilly* Such betrayal and utter hopelessness in my cunning hands.

My long fingers explore and invade ripe young flesh, innocent breasts, bum cheeks, curved slender throats, the sweetest of succulent openings that only the young and so preciously innocent have. My hands hold your Princess’s pretty faces in them, framing them as I gaze into their glazed disoriented eyes until I can take whatever I want. Evil fetishes and financial domination are more the realm of men and boys, they’re being so dog-like. Very seldom do I need to exert force on my sinful underlings, unless I’m in the mood for that sort of thing and I feel it may titillate or entertain me in some way. All men and women, barely legal boys and girls, crave to be kept by me when we meet sooner or later. Some call it Goddess worship, some call it Devil worship, but either way this toilet fetish phone sex witch will take and plunder their flesh as it becomes mine. They are nothing more than that of passing playthings in my dark and shadowy world.

If you want to taste the forbidden pick up your phones and start dialling, my finger-puppets. *cackles softly*

Bible Masturbation Study with a Phone Sex Teen

Snuff Phone Sex

Oh, my fucking, god! I know that’s blasphemous, but what I just did during bible study was ever so sinful! I don’t know if there is any way a phone sex teen who just acted like an evil slut can be redeemed in god’s eyes?? Even as I type this my perky nipples are getting aroused again. I never knew there could be so many naughty and obscene stories in there! I guess now that I am legal they all make more sense to me now.

This was the one I read.

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Do you see why I got all wet and creamy??? I just had to rub my little cunt while I dreamed of my bible daddy doing that with me! Well, girls have taboo fantasies too! I couldn’t help but get wet as I imagined the whole story playing out. Family fun is one of those taboo subjects that becomes part of my fantasy or erotic fictional stories. Apparently even the good book talks about it, which was shocking to me! How deliciously dirty is that? I think I am getting all flustered again. I even put my wet fingers all over the pages of my families’ bible. Do you think the next time a family member uses it they will smell my dirty pussy? I think that’s totally hot. I would love for my bitchy bible-thumping mom to smell it, or for my daddy to smell it and get super horny! He wouldn’t even know why. ::giggles::

Which one of you pervy callers want’s to play out this fantasy with this naughty phone sex teen? We can pretend I am having bible study in my room, but secretly I am masturbating to what I am reading. Then you come in and lose it completely. My precious pink pussy will be all wet and open for you. I say, come to me, big daddy and give me your biblical seed just like Lot did. Would you be able to resist your blaspheming baby girl? No way! I am just to hot to not milk you of your seed! ::giggles:: I want to secretly keep it in my young belly. Maybe it will grow now too?  I might just get a big round mummy tummy! You know I am totally OK with impregnation fetish too. Oh snap! I am such a bad little girl! ;)

Enslaved And Ruined Phone Sex

Enslaved And Ruined Phone Sex

~ With me, you’ll become one of the damned ~

You will refer to me as Mistress Layla, and what you will experience is enslaved and ruined phone sex if I wrap your collar around your throat, locking it securely. Are you ready to be enslaved, broken, exploited, and sold for my profit, men, ladies? *smirks slyly* Of course I’m very beautiful, intelligent, and heartless with my human property, so there’ll be no turning back from a fantasy with me. Once I’ve sprayed, disinfected, and showered you clean, I will shove two fingers into your mouth and anywhere else I desire, as I will be checking you over just like you were nothing more than chattel. I’ll shove my fingers deep inside your mouth, hooking them down your throat so I can assess what kind of control you have over your gag reflex. I can’t be renting you out for glory-hole blow jobs if you have no gag reflex control.  *grins impishly*

I like turning my captured and broken slaves into bug chasers. Bug chasers suck every cock they can, particularly unprotected, diseased cocks. I like to be entertained by my slaves while I’m breaking them and torturing them. Their mental anguish and physical suffering makes my day. The more taboo and sick my slave’s torments are, the more sexually aroused I get. It might not be devil worship in the most literal sense, but when you’re enslaved by me I will be the she devil that you’ll worship, even as the filthy semen of a strange man flows down your throat, after he’s paid me for using you. You will learn to revel in the destruction of your body and your mind while under my control, to the point where you’ll try to keep raising the bar in your degradation until I sell you off to slavers that I deal with. Enslaved and ruined phone sex, it can be a fantasy or it can be very real when you wear my collar of subservience. *winks*

Demon Mistress Phone Sex Encounter

Hello, fucker. Pardon you? All that jerking off has rendered you deaf, pervert? Don’t bother trying to look shocked or even offended, bitch, because I know what you’ve been doing. Mmhmm yeah. Even though, this is our first demon Mistress phone sex encounter, I have been watching you, unbeknownst, for weeks. You are a very bad little boy, aren’t you? All those fucked up fantasies you have. What would your mother think, or your pleasantly stupid wife?… That’s what I thought.  You are such a big pussy. You are in luck that I actually like pussy boys. You will prove useful as my slave until I have had my fill of your ass, and then you will be gone just like that. *Snaps Fingers* How I would actually dispatch you is entirely based on my mood which, fyi, is never merciful. That’s something you should carefully chew on if you ever think of pissing me off.

What dirty, decidedly, un-hetero, fantasy did you have in church last week? First, I have to commend you on some very nice blasphemy. What? Your not blasphemous? You are lying little faggot for your sky-pal, aren’t you? Do you think Jesus would want your pathetic mouth on his cock? Or do you just want your pastor to shove his smelly cock into your face? Hehehe, now we get to the meat of the matter. How could I know you fantasized that??? Well, I am a demon hell-cat sent to this self indulgent world to recruit perverts, much like yourself. This means I have powers beyond your wildest dreams. I can read your mind, jerk monkey. I know you fancy being your pastors bitch, so maybe before I dragged you to hell we can stop off at the pastors house and I’ll use my magic to make it really interesting.

Isn’t our demon Mistress phone sex encounter getting rather interesting? Now, what will your job be in hell? Hmm, considering the little faggot fantasies you have, my closet dick sucker, I think you should serve as hell’s fluffer. Don’t whine! Fuck, you are truly a miserable, simpering, cunt to be around, aren’t you? Look to the corner of the room. Do you see what I see, shimmering like black angel dust? Watch it. Watch how how that dust comes together to finally form a man-beast. 7 feet tall with skin that looks oily black. Now I am sure you can tell by the horns and hooves that it’s a demon, but look at its MASSIVE cock. All those ripples and veins with a large cock head. Yummmm. I do love big demon cock. You be a good little bitch and fluff my demon friend.

Yes, on your knees, bitch. Remember that I am your demon Mistress and you are mine to play with any way I choose. Yes, curl your tongue all the way across that big cock head. Aint no shame in acknowledging that a cock is fabulous, so make some yummy noises in the back of your throat. You can do better then that! I would be careful considering the wild beast you are blowing. He could get excited an skull fuck your face right out the back of your empty head. *Laughs* Do I want you dead? It’s not a case of wanting, I just enjoy the act so much it’s always there in the back of mind. How good his cock would look speared through your head. *Snickers*

Oh stop being so whiny. Fuck, you are something else. If I had wanted you to be dead you would be by now. You will live to see another day, but first you need to suck this demon’s balls clean. So open that throat and say, “Awww”. I have a very special treat for you during this demon Mistress phone sex encounter. Can you guess what it is? Demon cum is really thick, like sour cream, and tastes like sulphur and something rather tainted. It’s a taste you will learn to love. Remember to thank the nice demon beast for your dinner too!

Religious Humiliation Phone Sex Fetish

~ Come And Taste My Ripe and Forbidden Flesh ~

It’s your devil Goddess Shiva, and you don’t even deserve to lick the soles of my shoes! What kind of fucker loves religious humiliation phone sex fetish? The kind that is a sinner! You are a sinner, aren’t you? Don’t lie to me, boy! Remember who you are talking to and behave yourself, or I will make sure a demon angel visits your bed every night until you are stark raving mad. Don’t think its possible Christian? Try me, motherfucker. What kind of village idiot invests all of his free time becoming a Christian and kissing their sky-pal’s ass? Only a fucking loser like you. Praying to a mincing little cock sucker of a minor god. You don’t actually think he is the omnipotent one, do you? Holy fuck, you bible bangers make me laugh. You sincerely do.

Oh I know you will try and save me and tell me you will pray for me all while you are touching the head of your cock. What? You didn’t think I knew that? If I know that your precious baby Jesus does too. You are as stunned as they come, sheeple and your religious book is a lie. Why a lie? To keep dumbasses, like you, to keep coming to church and putting money in the pot. That money is now mine and this religious humiliation phone sex fetish call won’t be your last. You will try and stay away but we both know you can’t.

Why?

1. You have a horny cock that is obviously leading you around and is way smarter than you will ever be
2. You are male
3. You like being told what to do. You let the bible dictate what you are going to do and now I am going to dictate what you can do.

Do I need anymore reasons as to why I know you will be back. Soon, you will be so knee deep in this Devil Mistress’s debt you won’t be able to leave. You are mine, sayeth Shiva.

Devil Baby Phone Sex With a Satanic Wife

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You know that being pregnant is boring and vanilla (yawns) but what if you were my husband and you belonged to a cult? A Satanic devil cult, and your coven leader told you that you that they needed a human incubator for the Devil’s off spring? That Lucifer was ready for the Anti Christ and that he or she would be a true leader for those who follow the true God and merciless annihilator of those who refuse to walk the dark path. Would you drug me and lay me out naked on our bed for our devil baby phone sex fantasy? Mmm, would you and the other Satanists in your little coven surround the bed where I lay, drugged up and moaning softly? The room is spinning and I can see your face at the end of the bed. “Whats going on?”, I try to moan out but I can’t find the words and the whole room is spinning!

Would there be a blood sacrifice? You know, to call upon Satan, you must offer him a sacrifice. Imagine how I would wiggle and squirm as warm blood splatters on my flat tummy? Why are you drawling Pagan symbols on my belly? The females of your coven have been so nice to me and they visit for tea every day. They have been making up these herbal concoctions that taste horrible. They are fertility herbs since I have had trouble conceiving. All  I want to do is please you and give you a child. Little did I know of your plans for me.

When you have devil baby phone sex with me you must remember that there are NO limits. I want Lucifer, complete with his devil horns and serpentine tail, to crawl up between my thighs. When he first kneels upon the bed I will think it’s you, dear husband, but your face keeps getting replaced with this ugly beast! I am so terribly confused. Is this my husband or some evil creature? OMG, It IS an evil creature, but I am weak as a kitten from the drugs you gave me and can’t fight back. When he plunges his huge animal-like cock inside me I screamed! Why are you all standing there watching and not helping me? My poor battered tummy bulged with his sperm, there was so much! There was so much jizz that it flooded the sheets and my thighs too! When I woke up the next day I was groggy and it all seemed like a really bad dream. That is until my belly started growing at an alarming rate and every night I was visited by evil whispers and what I was sure was demon cock.

I was losing my mind! I didn’t know what to think. What was happening to me? Will this thing growing inside me claw its way out? I came to you, delirious, asking what would become of me. You responded rather coldly that I was here for the greater good and the birth would be witnessed by the whole coven. Omg, I fear for my life and all you perverts can do is stroke your naughty nasty cocks and rub your pussies? Help me please?

Before I expire you should call and ask for Erin.

Sick Religious Blasphemy Phone Sex

Sick Religious Blasphemy Phone Sex

~ Yes, father, you have sinned and you will pay ~

I finally caught that dirty son of a bitch alone in the dimly lit church, and I quickly locked the heavy door behind me. It was time for some sick religious blasphemy phone sex with father Simon. I’m Mistress Sapphire, the nastiest transexual with a cock swinging between her legs, to fuck an evil priest up the ass in a long time. I work out and have practiced martial arts since childhood, so it was easy to subdue this pedophile and squeeze the confession that I wanted out of him. Guess what I squeezed in order to have my little faggot priest beg me to do as I pleased with him, if only I would not use the information I had, against him. I always feel so in charge when I squeeze myself into my tight black, fetish PVC corset and lace-up shorts, and sky-high stiletto heeled boots, especially when I’m about to rip a dirty child-molesting priest’s ass wide open. Years ago he was a Sunday school teacher and a girlfriend of mine happened to be a student of his when he had his way with her. I decided to avenge her of his sins. My cock plowed deeply into the dirty, nasty man’s ass like hot butter. Ohhh, he prayed to me after he realized I was about to kill him, but it was too late. *cups a breast and squeezes*

He screamed like a banshee when my 10 inches filled him from behind, at least until I managed to encircle his throat with my hands from behind, and squeeze it shut until all he could do was helplessly squeak. I raspily whispered into his ear that sick religious blasphemy phone sex was going to be his punishment for what he did to my friend all those years ago. I had the bastard stripped, bent over a pew, and tied in that position so I could sodomize and strangle him while I taunted him about shitting and pissing on a bible. I had that big bible opened up and it was soaked in my piss and it had a big stinking, steaming pile of shit on it. I’d decided I was going to film my Father Simon while porking him up the ass and strangling him with my bare hands until he was dead, unable to rape those so helpless. Just as I was going to be spraying a great big load of my seed deep inside his sick, sinful, corrupt asshole, I was going to shove his face into the shit piled bible of his.

Sick religious blasphemy phone sex is for my adoring congregation, I am your Goddess, and you shall kneel before me.

Domination Phone Sex

Domination Phone Sex

~ You can trust me, even if you are tied up. *winks* ~

I can be a bit of a young Tom-boy when it comes to rough play, bullying in order to get what I want no matter who it is, and hurting people during domination phone sex play. I’m Olive. Don’t let the cute name fool you because I can turn into a kinky bitchy Mistress Olive just as quick as a wink. Like I was saying, I don’t care who I bully or push around as long as I’m having fun and I’m getting what I want out of it, like financial domination and coercion for example. *smirks* I put on a cute smile and I’ll purr into your ear just like an evil little kitten, and suddenly you’ll feel and hear the cold clink of stainless steel handcuffs around your wrists or the dragging of rough rope around your arms as I snug you up into a tight hog-tie with my trusty rope. Out comes my razor sharp folding knife. My older sister showed me how to sharpen knives wickedly sharp. *grins*

I know people are fascinated with fetishes that include shiny sharp things, especially in the hands of cute domination phone sex bullies like Moi. *arches an eyebrow* Once I have a man or a cute girl all bound up, I’ll carefully cut away their clothes with my sharp folding knife while I tell them very dirty and blasphemous ideas that I want to try on them. Some of these ideas titillate while others just scare the bejesus out of them. I like my playmates to be scared of me.That’s what get’s my pussy wet. Men get so mad when they’re all helplessly tied up and I start slapping them in the face and verbally ridiculing them. I’ll shove my boot sole into their faces so they have to lick them for me. Humiliated men are such babies. But they get scared when I pop a taboo plastic bag over their heads and I clamp my hands around their necks so I can watch that bag puff in and out as they use up their limited air supply. Aawww, I won’t kill you, promise. *winks*

C’mon, give me a call and let’s try some fun games together. I’m sure you’ll never forget a domination phone sex call with me. *smiles impishly*

The Priest’s Virgin Phone Sex

The Priest's Virgin Phone Sex

~ Yes, Father Anthony, take me, use me, enter me ~

He cackled softly into his wringing hands as he peered into the candle lit room. The priest’s virgin phone sex started with innocent Bambi’s offering him her services. It didn’t take long until he had her in his clutches. Or, was it was Bambi who had him in her clutches? You, dear readers, can decide for yourselves. Long bubble baths, soft soothing ambient music, and exotic incense permeated the atmosphere as she sprawled across the silky soft floor rug. The innocence of such a young and nubile teen girl was in the gnarly old and lecherous hands of her priest, Father Anthony. He had lusted after her for a long time now, and finally he had her offering herself in exchange for the blessing of her soul from eternal damnation. Father Anthony felt the stirring in his loins beneath his traditional cossack. For so long he’d had visions of Bambi’s long slender throat encasing the entire length of his obscene 10 inch flesh chalice. Sensual domination and exploitation of nubile young school girls was his specialty.

She was so cooperative with his advances as she tilted her pretty head as far back as her delicate throat could arch, offering him entry through her innocent bee-stung lips. It was time for the priest’s virgin phone sex with his beloved innocent Bambi. Soft submissive suctioning sounds bubbled out around Bambi’s stretched lips as the corrupt, twisted old man clamped her head between his large veined hands. Pelvic thrusts pistoned the entire length of that taboo, blood bloated cock deep inside her esophagus, outlining the bulge of the head while it slid up and down the arched column. Father Anthony smirked down at his young trusting charge as she silently struggled for air that the shaft plugged up, effectively sealing off her air supply. Softly, Father Anthony’s voice urged her to surrender to his dark glistening shaft of sin as it invaded her head and throat, pumping unrealistically huge loads of pungent smelling ejaculate into her churning young belly. Even though poor Bambi willed her arms to lay still at her sides as he invaded her body, her young torso bucked involuntarily in the soft flickering shadows.

Young Bambi lay panting in the puddle of vomit soaking into that silken furred rug where she had just been violated by her saviour and deviant.  She smiled though, knowing she was special as the priest’s virgin phone sex virgin, deflowered.