Blasphemy Phone Sex – My Succulent Sins Part 1

Blasphemy Phone Sex has always called to me for reasons you will soon find out. All of you who think that church is boring aren’t doing it right! There are all kinds of fun to be had in the lord’s house. Ultimately, you have to know how to find it… or facilitate it. I’ve never let a good time slip through my fingers, and I don’t intend to start on any given Sunday.

 

We all have impure thoughts. Clearly, I love being the creamy catalyst of anyone’s hypocrisy that brings them bubbling up to the sinful surface.  

 

There are a lot of people who attend my church, so when I want to make sure I can get some extra attention, I head in early. I then sit in on bible study before the service begins. Volunteering to stand up and read a few verses in front of everyone guarantees that all eyes will be on me. Obviously, by their faces I can tell they aren’t paying attention to what I’m saying. Ultimately, they’re too busy judging me for how much cleavage my dress reveals and how high it rides above my knee. 

 

Do you think the men in the room notice as I “mindlessly” tug at the ends of the hair that falls to rest on my breast while I read? They do. And so do their wives. I love making those holier-than-thou harpies jealous. Hearing them mutter and whisper “slut…harlot…sinful” while their husbands stare at me and play out lord knows what kind of filthy scene with me in their minds makes my day!

 

I join them in the choir when I want to get under their skin.

 

Singing hymns beside them makes them visibly angry, which tickles me pink! I get a big kick out of knowing they have hate in their hearts for me. Obviously, there’s nothing any of them can do to get away from me. All of us crowded together on a stack of risers, singing our praises to the lord on high; they had to stand as close as they could to me to stop their husbands from touching me inappropriately. I’ve never gotten out of singing in the choir without some horny older guy or another secretly reaching under my robe and feeling me up in front of the entire congregation. 

 

Last time it was the preacher’s son, whose hands are just as soft and gentle as his singing voice. I wasn’t surprised when I felt his hand slide up my ass and squeeze my cheeks. but when he slid his fingers past my panties, into my crack, and ran his fingertips across my asshole, I was hitting higher notes for certain!

 

The preacher’s son was just as naughty and dirty as I was.

 

I don’t need to do much to have a good time at church if I don’t want to. My panties get the wettest when I’m just sitting in the pews and listening to the sermon.

 

Come back for part 2, and I’ll tell you the naughty ending! But if your cock just can’t wait, you can hear the full filthy audio, in my sultry voice here. 

 

Check out Rhiannon’s blog to peek into her filthy mind in her blasphemy blog.

 
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