Blasphemy Fantasy – Try To Take London To Church Part 2
I opened my front door and gave the JW’s the most winning smile I could muster through the hum of vibration against my clit. It felt so good buzzing against my sensitive nerves as I stood naked before them. Oh, fuck yes, they were bearing witness to all of my bare curves. I was making this blasphemy fantasy more of a reality with each passing second.
Needless to say, my blatant nakedness was a complete shock to their systems. Their facial expressions didn’t change for several seconds while they drank in every inch of my exposed skin. Finally, slowly, their jaws fell open and their eyes widened. As they did, my smile widened and became more sinister.
“Can I help you?” I asked in a tone somewhere between cheerful and mischievous.
Instead of giving me a coherent response, they stammered out some gibberish about sin and shame. They should have run, honestly, but I didn’t think they could move. Their legs looked pretty shaky as if I were rocking their foundation in more of a literal sense. That amused the complete shit out of me and made we wet at the same time.
“I’m sorry, what was that?” I giggled. “It sounded something like you’re appalled about the way I’m dressed. Or, not dressed, as it may be. You haven’t even seen my accessory yet.” I turned around and wiggled my ass so my plug tail swayed back and forth.
The motion made me groan aloud because the vibe was resting just right against my clit.
Their faces turned an almost sickly off-white shade. It was so stimulating to get that kind of reaction out of the Bible-thumping sons of bitches that they were.
“What?” I scowled. “You don’t think his royal highness would approve? Well, fuck him and his useless, worthless approval. I don’t need it and he can shove it straight up his otherworldly ass.”
They started attempting to stammer out some Bible verse in retort as if that was supposed to “protect them” or something. It was as if I were the Whore of Babylon or whatever they call it. Honestly, I never pay attention when they come to my place so I have no idea if that’s even a thing for them.
Being so open and honest about the way I really feel in front of these religious fanatics made me drip. And, yes, going door-to-door preaching makes you a fanatic and just as psycho as the rest of us. Just because it’s in some deity’s name doesn’t make it any less ridiculous.
I spread my legs, bent over, and lifted up my tail so the JW guys could see my pussy glistening with wetness. The vibe hummed on my clit and my lower belly clenched. I was about to cum and I wanted both of them to see it. They were going to see what pleasure and satisfaction looked like.
I moaned loudly as my pussy convulsed and my cream slid down my legs and onto the floor.
My head turned so I could look over my shoulder at the JW’s. I thought they were going to pass out from shock. That thought amused me.
Needless to say, the Bible-thumpers never showed their faces around my neck of the woods again. I have to say, that worked out far better than the thing I tried to do last time. If you want to hear that particular story, give me a call and I’ll tell you all about it.
If you missed Part 1 of my Blasphemy Fantasy story, then you should check it out.
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