The Demon on Your Shoulder Phone Sex

RHIANNA 1-844-332-2639 x 253

“That slut is begging for it,” I whisper softly in your ear. “Just look at her in that skin tight dress cut so short it’s almost a belt and her big tits, their nipples hard pressing against the thin material. And that ass? Oh yeah, that little girl wants it. And we want her, don’t we lover? And whatever we want, baby, we take. That’s the way we are. That’s what brought us together in the first place. Maybe you have a conscience but I don’t. I came here from the shadows to lead you astray.

I am the demon on your shoulder….

You saunter over to the bar and chit chat with her. You buy her a drink. She is  already lit and teetering on her fuck me high heels and as she laughs, she throws her mane of long blonde hair back.

I laugh too. But of course, I am not really laughing with her… I am laughing at her and delighting in what is to come.

When her attention wanders over to one of the other guys at the bar, you take the pills and pop them in her drink.

She smiles at you and then takes a sip of her drink. HA! Oh yeah, we are all going to have a wonderful time and it is going to be all the more fucktastic because you are going to force her.

We need to get her out of here and back to your place before she loses control. 

“Take her by the arm and lead her out to the car,” I whisper to you.

She is stumbling by the time you reach your penthouse. She is barely able to take in the opulence of the place. She clutches you, just to remain on her feet, in those ridiculous high heels. “Fuck me shoes?” I laugh. “Oh yeah, you’re gonna get fucked tonight, little girl.”

You practically carry her into your bedroom where she collapses on the bed. At first she is laughing but then she realizes she is in trouble and starts to resist. 

She struggles and her chest is heaving, those perfect tits practically popping right out of that dress.

“I… think..I..need..to..leave,” she says slowly, the pills and booze slowing her speech. She can barely move. All she can do is beg for you to let her go.

“Tell the slut to shut up,” I tell you and you do just that. Your conscience, such as it is, has a twinge or two but I will not allow that, oh no. I am not going to let you back down on this one, lover. You are going to do it.

I help you pull your pants down and your cock pops out naked and rearing at the sight of her writhing on the bed.

“Do it!”, I order you. “Fuck this whore! Do it now. Don’t you dare have second thoughts.”

Grunting with desire, you pin her down on the bed and rip first the dress off and then her silky little panties. She cries harder as you force her legs apart and running your hands roughly over her nude nubile young body, taking those perfect tits in your mouth and shoving your cock hard, balls deep into her tight wet pussy.

Oh yes! This is what you sold your soul to me for, isn’t it?

“I hope it was worth it,” I whisper with a smirk.

Yes, I am the demon on your shoulder. And I have completed my task.

For now your soul is black as pitch and hell awaits you on the other side….

Rhianna 1-844-332-2639 x 253

Rhianna

http://www.tlcphonesex.com/rhianna/