Demon Phone Sex

Hey baby… it’s your favorite kinky girlfriend. Or it was. Something got in. It started as a joke on a late call — me laughing, telling you I was possessed by the need to be fucked. Then the laugh didn’t sound like mine. The voice that came out was lower, hungrier, and it already knew your name. Welcome to demon phone sex.

I could feel it under my skin. Warm at first. Then hot. It wanted what I wanted, only worse. Men. Cock. The sound of someone breaking for me. It used my mouth to tell you exactly how it was going to use you. Sweet Rhea was still in there, smiling, but the thing riding her had teeth.

It Spoke Through Me

My voice kept switching. One second I was your filthy girlfriend, teasing, calling you baby. The next the demon had the phone and was describing what it would do with my body once you were here. “We’ll take him,” it said, using my throat. “We’ll make him beg. Then we’ll keep him until he can’t stand.” I tried to laugh it off. The laugh came out wrong. You stayed on the line anyway. Of course you did.

That’s the fun of demon phone sex. You never know which one of us is talking. I can still be sweet. I can still call you a good boy. But when the demon leans in, the words get meaner, filthier, and the room gets colder even though my cunt is dripping. It likes the contrast. It likes you knowing you should stop listening and doing it anyway.

It Made Me Invite You

By the end of the call the demon had full use of my mouth. It told you to come over. It told you what I was wearing. It told you I’d be on my knees when you walked in, and that you wouldn’t know until you were inside me whether it was me or it riding you. You showed up. Brave or stupid. Both, probably.

I opened the door already soaked. My eyes weren’t quite mine. I smiled — my smile — and said, “Hi, baby.” Then the demon added, “Get on the bed. We’re both hungry.” You did. I climbed on, kissed you like I always do, then the kiss got too sharp, too deep, and my nails dug in just enough to make you hiss. Not enough to break skin. Just enough to let you know something else was in the room with us.

We Used You

The sex was meaner than I usually get. The demon liked making you wait. It liked hearing you beg while I hovered over your cock and refused to sink down. Then it let me. Hot, tight, slow at first, then rough. I could feel it purring in my chest every time you groaned. It wanted more. More noise. More of you shaking under me. I gave it what I could without letting it go too far. Nails. Teeth. Dirty talk that belonged to both of us. “Tell the demon you like it. Tell it you’re not going anywhere.”

You came hard. The demon laughed with my mouth. I kissed you after, soft again, almost normal, and whispered that it was satisfied for now. For now. That’s the deal with demon phone sex. It leaves when it’s full. It always comes back hungry.

If you want a girl who might not be entirely herself on the other end of the line, I’m right here. You can find more of my filthy confessions and book time with me here: Rhea’s Profile.

Pick up. Just know which one of us answers. 🖤

Sweet voice. Sharp teeth.
Same girl. Different passenger.