Femme Fatale Vampire Phone Sex Harlot Cruises for Male Toys

Her name was Demonica, not that she would ever consider introducing herself to you, unless it would further her cause. Social norms did not concern her. Her vampire phone sex hunger did. Women who passed her by on the streets would whisper “harlot” under their breath. They had the instinct for these things. The radar. They knew this femme fatale on the prowl. What they didnt know was Demonica’s lust stemmed from the distinction of her species. She was a phone sex vampire, or if you prefer vampiress. Her blood ran cold but her lust was as hot as the surface of the sun. She could practically taste it as she stood under the street lamp, allowing the light to glow around her, like the fog that slowly rolled down the street, coating everything in its path. It was here she waited for her knight in shining armour.

It didnt take long for him to come along. One always did. Maybe it was her slender frame and pale skin that made men want to rescue her. Or maybe it was the tight latex and killer high heels, she wore to entice those of the opposite sex. Either way she didnt have to wait very long for a gentleman with naughty intentions to come along. There is always an selfish reason for men to play protector. It usually meant they wanted to appease their loins. Demonica didnt mind that. Not one little bit. It put her at a great advantage.

When he pulled up in his car and offered her a ride what he really meant was to park. He drove off to the edge of town and turned off the vehicle. When he turned to look at her he had the same look they all did. Smugness. This kinky vampire phone sex mistress liked this particular fantasy because it allowed her to toy with her lover and turn the tables. She pushed down the cups on her PVC corset and immediately kissed him, deeply, tasting his very essence. She liked the taste of mortals. So earthy and savoury.

Her hand shot down to his crotch and she felt his bulge. He was definitely ripe for the picking. She popped open his trousers and popped his big hard on out. Just as she wrapped her hand around his shaft, she took a tiny bite on his tongue. He drew back startled. She just laughed softly. He would consider her midly crazy at this point but that wouldnt stop him from pursuing her for vampire phone sex.

“Let me kick off my heels and pop my feet into your lap. Aww, thats much better. Be a good boy and massage them? Dont look so perplexed. I could have sworn you had a foot fetish. Is that not one of the reasons you stopped to pick me up?” She wouldnt allow him to know that she could read him like a book. She liked seeing that perlexing look on his handsome face. “Mmm, that feels wonderful! Rub my instep too?!? Very nice. If you really want to fuck me you will suck my toes too,” she laughed silkily. The look on his face was priceless. It amused her. Toying with her date was a way to entertain herself.

He couldnt possibly understand her ageless journey. How old was she now? 124? He would be dubious, at the very least and would accuse her of being a little too addicted to vampire phone sex folklore, if she confessed to him. That was not what this sensual harlot was planning on doing during this freaky fetish call. This was about having a devilish good time! Not playing silly games. Plus, it was hard to concentrate on her thoughts with his mouth on her pudgy digits. She thought about giving him a foot job too but wasnt sure if her hunger would allow for such teasing.

You suck those toes very well, slave. Yes I called you slave. You want to be with me you have to play my way. My nipples are very hard but my pussy is very cold. You need to try harder. And with that he got up on all fours and pushed up her tight skirt. Oh yes, this dear sweet morsel was going to do something that human men do best. Oral sex! She loved this pleasing aspect about male humans. She allowed him to dine on her perfect, pale, pussy till her claws were raking the roof of his car. The sound startled him and he looked up. “What have you done to my vehicle!?! Why do you have fangs?!? What fucked up horror is this!!!” he stuttered.

Every time, this vamp gets her pussy eaten this happens. Something about the pleasure makes her reveal herself too soon. Oh well, her belly was grumbling for his lifes essence. His cum. She didnt or couldnt wait any longer. He smelled so good. She dove her head between his legs and wrapped her red lips around the head of his cock. He groaned out in pleasure, while his eyes rolled in the back of his head. This vampire phone sex call was going to be very very bizarre, explosive, and yummy.

If you want to have a fantasy call with this vampire phone sex femme fatale all you have to do is call. Have your credit card ready.

Evil Phone Sex Witch Spells with Mistress Demonica

Welcome to my witches den. I am evil phone sex Dame Demonica and this is my bizarre lair. You must have followed me home from the bar. Tsk, first mistake, but it’s far too late to even discuss that. Come in. I can feel your eyes on me. Do you like what you see, bad boy? I figured you would. When I passed you on the corner I quickly read your mind (yes I can do that) and saw, exactly, what it is that you find attractive and I transformed myself into that femme fatale. You fellas so easily succumb to that trick. Aw, don’t pout. I didn’t mean to fool you so completely, but it’s just what I do.

We are going to have a really good time. I am in need of a new house slave and my feet are kiling me. As much as I love these Jimmy Choo’s, my feet are tired from being in them. Do you like my legs? I see your eyes keep scanning up and down the length of them. They are so sexy and silky. Can you imagine caressing them, kissing them, my wrapping them around your waist as you thrust into me? Dear boy! You are so silly. I did not bring you home for simple sex. How crass. My spell-work isn’t for such mundane tasks! I need a slave, not a stud. Here, take a drink of this potion, er I mean, wine.

There’s a good boy, that will make you feel much better. Here, let me pour you another glass. Drink up for your freaky evil phone sex mistress. Can’t have a guest in my house feeling thristy. That would make me terrible hostess. I wouldn’t want to leave you with that lasting impression. Pardon me? You feel hot? Well, silly, take your clothes off. That will make you feel so much better.

You do have quite the hard cock! (laughs softly) Bring me that, will you. Let your evil phone sex witch take a good look. Yes, its quite meaty and I am quite hungry. What’s that? You have watched too many horror movies. I am just going to take a little lick. Yes, like a blow job, kind of lick. Well, maybe with a little teeth. Oh, I am sorry did I nip you? You taste very good. You would taste much better with some wine. For me, silly, not you.

What’s that? Your dick feels “ripe”? Like it is swelling? You are right! It’s getting bigger by the minute. Inflating even! Well, I guess it would be fair to tell you now that I put something in that tasty potion to make it grow. Such fun! I like it when my slaves’ large cocks are in cock cages. I have no plans of having sex with you. You are here to be my slave, remember? Mortals and evil phone sex witches can’t very well have a real relationship with vanilla sex and all. Yuck. No, instead, you will take care of my needs while I control your erections and orgasms. Denial will be part of your life until you learn to behave.

My feet need massaging.

My hair needs brushing.

I need someone to do my laundry and cook for me.

And you will be the amusement at my famous evil phone sex witch parties! Think of all the satanic sex spells and other fun we might have. You could, potentially, get some sex then. Of course, my girlfriends are all size queens so I might want to make more potion! Ha!

Nasty Fetish Phone Sex with a Hungry Vampire Mistress

 

Hello, to all my erotic horror domination slaves! You don’t actually have to love vampire mistress’ to have nasty fetish phone sex with me. This is just a wicked and deviant fantasy involving you being indoctrinated and glamoured into being my mortal play toy. Now, if that doesn’t sound hot to you then maybe you are on the wrong freaky deeky site? Best leave now before I get you addicted to this sharp fanged Goddess? Once you offer yourself up to me there is absolutely no turning back. My supernatural fantasy world is so damn tasty and dark you won’t ever want to leave, this I assure you.

What kind of nasty fetish phone sex chores will you be ressponsible for? Well, my tasty little friend, You will be responsible for many things. I need a slave who understands that this Dracula Mistress’ wishes, are now his wishes. Maybe I have been out all night prowling the bars and back alley ways and my feet are sweaty and tired. There is nothing like coming home to my castle, kicking off those 6 inch pumps. And then, settling my sweaty stinky feet on your face. You make a good foot stool and while you are down there you will be allowed to worship and lick my salty toes and pink soles!

I also adore my hand carved, queening, chair! I will ride your face in the same way a witch rides her broom! Once your upturn face is at my disposal I won’t hesitate to lower my moist fragrant ass down, so stick that tongue way out, my pet! I want you to French kiss and worship my tight asshole and help your vampire femdom freshen up for her supper engagement. Are you invited? Well dear boy, your face does smell my like ass crack now, but who am I kidding! Everyone loves the taste and smell of my ass! Come to think of it, my nasty fetish phone sex slaves? You might improve the taste of my supper, and I do believe that my voracious body is my temple so I definitely don’t deny myself whatever I am craving.

Go and set the table now and pour me a glass of ruby red wine in my silver goblet. I do like to linger over my delectable feasts! No point in rushng the digestion, right? You nasty fetish phone sex pets should find yourself a part of my din-din party it would bode you well to behave. I am starting to salivate and this dominant bitch gets cranky when she is peckish.

Sensual Fetish Phone Sex Latex Mistress Worship

 

Does your sensual fetish phone sex latex mistress have an erotic side? Of course, I do! I happen to be one of those succubus goddess’ that thoroughly enjoys being worshipped and adored by her legion of attentive slaves. Body worshipping is incredibly hot and powerful, is it not? Most domination addicts fetishize some aspect of their freaky femdom’s body. It could be her tits, ass, feet, legs or even her hair! Oh yes, some of you love to dedicate yourself to a grand dame’s luscious mane. Being rewarded with the oppportunity to wash, brush or even just touch a mistress’s locks is quite the arousing privilege.

A sensual fetish phone sex queen will find your sexual fetish and exploit it

When I use the word exploit you should begin to feel a twitching in your naughty cock. Dont touch it! I might be talking about eroticism but that wont stop me from punishing you if you act like a wanking pervert. Tease and denial happens to tickle me so dont push your luck or you will be salivating all over my ass and feet until your tongue is numb and you still will have not orgasmed. Orgasm denial combined with some very sweet begging thrills me to my evil core! I dont need too much persuading in that kinky arena.

Sensual fetish phone sex play can involve scent too! If you are craving a more nasty fetish experience I will put you under my desk to sniff my stinky feet all day long! I could use your slobbering face as a foot rest! Same with my juicy, sweaty, ass! Did you know that when you wear latex/rubber you sweat profusely! Some latex fetish lovers really dig the smell of a woman mixed with the smell of latex! Quite the heady scent!

Other men enjoy worshipping a mistress’s body while she is wearing some skin tight rubber outfit. I happen to have my own latex fetish and wear a lot of alternative rubber dresses and stockings, like the ones in the photo above. Imagine running your trembling hands up and down my legs? Is that kind of worship considered blasphemous? Would treating this high priestess’ body like an altar be an act of blasphemy? Lets hope so! This satanic mistress is that kinky and debauched!

You might be one of those sensual fetish phone sex callers that loves taboo and freaky fantasy play. I am fantastic at roleplaying a supernatural or sci- fi inspired femdom, too! Would smelling my vampire ass and feet make you quiver with delight? I often like to play with my toys and linger over the moment. Maybe you will convince me that you deserve to be my slave instead of being tossed to the side after I have toyed with you. *wink*

Halloween Folklore Fetish Phone Sex Fantasy Mistress

Halloween folklore fetish phone sex fantasy Mistress Demonica here, boys. Are you bad boys ready to turn off your baseball games and ready to let the real games begin? It’s Halloween, and of course I’m on the prowl, so keep your eyes peeled, my minions. You never know if you’ll be my next victim. You’ll be chasing after all your cravings and you’ll be running from your fears, and somewhere in there I will fit in. *smiles slyly* You won’t know if you’re coming or going, and mostly because you’ve been heavily imbibing on the booze until you get kicked out of your favourite haunts.

You insulted the last girl of the night and the last girl of the night has left her pink hand-print across your face. You go from one party place to another and you’ve forgotten where you last got barred from. She seems to be kind of a small and unassuming woman at first. Then her dark eyed gaze locks you in her’s.

Witches, goblins, ghosts, and vampires are all roaming the dirty darkened city streets. You’re pretty sure you’ve spotted your favourite Halloween folklore fetish phone sex fantasy Mistress Demonica. That would have been in the last nightclub that you got kicked out of. You’re in a back ally, snickering at the fact that you don’t even need a Halloween mask, as you wipe remnants of drool and vomit off of your chin. Laughing softly the pale dark haired women who so brazenly has her creamy white breasts fully exposed, offers you her hand.

Like any red-blooded virile, single North American man, you accept her offer and get up from the rubble strewn curb. Your mind reels at the thought of a fetish loving succubus in your arms on Halloween night. You no longer are concerned about your safety or well being, rather, you must follow her where she bids you. You loins are roiling as they have been all night long.

Horror Folklore Fantasy Phone Sex Goddess Of The Dark

Horror folklore fantasy phone sex goddess of the dark. Yeah, I confess, that’s me, Mistress Demonica. Do be careful boys, on those nights of excess intoxication, because sometimes your dreams do come true. I can spot you freaks from a mile away. You’re trouble with a capital T. Everyone’s been on your case, from at work, at home, and finally at your favourite bar. You get a little banged up, so what, right? I know you bad boys have to blow off a little steam from time to time. It’s always after dark at about closing time when the really strange things happen in your sex-starved lives.

Well, that’s where I come in. I intercept a chosen few of you when you feel like you’re at your lowest. Dejected, drunk, and rolling around in the dirt all because you have no love-life. I may not be able to fix that, guys, but I can guarantee you’ll forget about such trivial matters in your empty, broken lives.

Sure, Halloween’s just around the corner, a time when the veneer between the living and the dead is at it’s thinnest. Kind of like a portal, if you will. Horror folklore fantasy phone sex goddess of the dark, some call me. Of course I bite, if I happen to be thirsty for blood right then. I’ll have you broken puppets praying to me as your latest taboo Goddess of filth, if I’m in the mood. Freaky fetish-wear, it get’s me in some sticky predicaments, but I love it so. I know, I’m so bewitchingly beautiful in my tight glossy latex and stiletto heels.

You’ll be blaming whatever happens to you on all kinds of supernatural occurrences, and I suppose that’s not so far off where I’m concerned. I can be a lot like that mischievous, pesky, very dangerous god, Pazuzu. Mischief with a razor sharp edge. Would you like some, boys?