It is cannibalism phone sex season. My favorite meat to barbecue in the summertime is human flesh. I spend weeks hunting for the best selection. I like my food natural and organic. This means no tattoos, no piercings, no fake tits and natural hair color too. You would be surprised how difficult that is to find. I also need my meal to be not too skinny and not too fat and that is equally hard to find. I also need one drug and alcohol free. It used to be easier to find the perfect meal. But I am patient. It is worth the wait to find a succulent piece of flesh. Seriously, the best meals are home cooked and natural. One slab of flesh will feed me all year. I hunt outside gyms and malls. But I will troll the neighborhood sites for community BBQs too. I have found wonderful meals there before. For me, hunting is most of the fun. I take my time when I capture my meal. Full body inspections are necessary. Sometimes, they need to detox. I soften the skin with butter baths for days ahead. My last meal was a male. I had the help of some fellow taboo phone sex bitches in preparing and eating my captured meat. He was willing. Most are not. He found me on the dark net and offered himself up in any useful way. The only use I had for him was in my belly. My girlfriends and I took a week to prepare him. It was nice not having to cage him for a week. Free range, grass fed meat is always the most tender. I boiled him in water first, then put that large shrimp on the barbie as the saying goes. A slow roasted pig is a yummy meal. We danced by the fire and drank wine as we cooked a meal fit for snuff porn queens like us. I am still hunting my perfect summer meal to feed me into next year. Thinking this season, I need some girl meat. Maybe even a veal cutlet. Perhaps, you want to help me find the perfect dinner?
Category: Medical fetish phone sex
Summer is Cannibalism Phone Sex Time
Medical Fetish Phone Sex Calls Mean Anal Pain for Me
Medical fetish phone sex calls scare me. Anytime, anyone asks me what my medical fetish is, I go mute. I do not want to say I am into rough anal. I mean I do love a hardcore ass fucking, but most guys are more brutal than I could even imagine with my ass. My stepson has a private client who loves medical fetish flicks. He wants an asshole prolaplsed to the point you can put a zip tie on it and make the anus look like a pacifier. No thank you. But it is not like I have a choice. I wanted to spend Father’s day with my husband and my sons, but I was summoned. I had to lie to my family about where I needed to go in the middle of our celebration. I love my family, but my stepson controls me with blackmail and cocaine. I told him I did not have much time that I could be gone. I threatened him but I cannot back it up. I can never back it up. I am too afraid of losing my cushy life. I am just a perpetual fuck up. Everything was set up for a quick snuff porn, but I dreaded this. I saw the stirrups, speculum, the Ben-Gay and the zip ties. This was going to hurt. I sat in a gyno chair with my legs spread. He used a baseball bat to pull my asshole inside out. He put a zip tie on it, followed by some Ben-Gay. My eyes were burning but not like my prolapsed asshole. Hot damn, I was in pain. I was crying. A hardcore ass fucking is one thing. I can handle that. This was anal torture. I was bleeding. I could feel it. My stepson had the camera rolling. It was a live stream for his client. I would have said, who gets off on this kind of anal abuse, but I know plenty of you do. Anal torture sex keeps my phones ringing, but this was not a fantasy call. This was abuse. When I was allowed to leave, I could not sit to drive home. My asshole was still protruding out. Just another day in the life of a druggy whore.
Castration Phone Sex is Charity Sometimes
Castration phone sex is my specialty. Most of my calls are spent making tiny dick losers eunuchs. I do a lot of accomplice work too. Not that I do not love killing little bitches with you because I do. I hate brats and think the world needs less of them. But my passion is making this world a safer place for women like me. Men think with their dicks no matter how big or how small those dicks are. Men are impulsive. Most do not like to hear no. I recently started a side gig. In this #MeToo world many women are still not getting justice. Their attackers get off or are never brought to trial because in a he said she said world, the man usually wins. That’s not justice for women. Men who try to drug me or do not take no for an answer get one free junk removal. I have a castration and a medical fetish phone sex badge of honor, LOL. Why not do this for other women.
My fees are very reasonable. I will castrate a man on the word of another chick for $300-$500 no questions asked. I charge loser men $1500-$2000 for junk removal. This side gig is a passion project designed to get rid of men with inadequate equipment who do not know how to use it properly. I am being honest. The world is a better place without toxic masculinity. I did a job for free last night because a bunch of coeds sought me out for a frat boy who thinks his 4-inch nub is God’s gift to women. He likes to get coeds drunk and explore his rape phone sex fantasies. Not anymore. Used one of his victims as bait, and then I put him in my castration chair. They were all there with me holding knives to his junk when he woke up. He was strapped down and unable to fight. He was a big boy with a little dick. My first group castration project but it was therapeutic for those girls and wicked fun for me. This rich boy was never going to pay for his crimes, and he was going to just keep on shoplifting the pooty. No more. We took his balls as a collective. I know I am a cold-hearted bitch, but I have a charitable side. I may even take your junk for free too.
Extreme Bondage Phone Sex
Sometimes bondage phone sex is just foreplay to snuff. I agreed to let this drug dealer tie me up for some pictures. He was going to pay me in cocaine. To me, that was easy money. He has a fetish site on the dark net that specializes in all kinds of kinky fetishes. He loves to use mature women as models too. My normal drug dealer hooked me up with him. When my dealer cannot handle the amount of blow, I need or he is running low on supply, I see Mario. He is this young Guido like guy. Looks more like a pimp than a pornographer. I have modeled for him. It has been rough, but not deadly. That all changed this time. When he tied me up, he brought in some men. He said we were making a gangbang rape porn. I was not really sure I wanted a bunch of men I did not know violating me, but he promised me more coke. I told myself I have done worse because I have for coke. These men were beasts. Tall and broad with monster cocks. I may be a seasoned anal whore, but those cocks were big even for my standards. I was afraid to say much more. I mean, I was bound and contorted. I was not sure I would ever walk straight again if these men fucked me. My ass got the brunt of the abuse. Two monster cocks with no lube penetrated my ass simultaneously. I am an ass rape porn star, but I had over 20 thick inches in my ass at once. I was moaning in pain, but they just fucked me harder. I covered their cocks in ass juice which is just a nice way of saying shit and they forced their dirty dicks down my throat. I did get coke, but I left my pride on the cutting room floor.
Medical Fetish Phone Sex
I like medical fetish phone sex because I dissect cocks and balls like frogs from my high school biology days. I enjoy cock and ball torture. I am of the philosophy that if you abuse it, you lose it. I am not talking about beating your meat too much. Hell, I am not even talking about force fucking little whores. You try to make me your bitch, you lose your junk. But not quickly. Hell, no. I want it to hurt. I want you to feel the pain. I had another dick wad try to force himself on me. I guess guys like a challenge, or they are just that clueless. When I go to a bar, I am not sending the buy me a drink and take me home and fuck me vibes. I will never send those vibes to any guy. I never get drunk. I am never out of control. I do not need sex like most woman. I am built much differently than the typical chick. So, when some loser comes on to me with some unoriginal line when I am trying to enjoy my bourbon at the bar, he is rarely seen again. Chip is no more. I brought him home, but only to mutilate his junk with some castration phone sex. I tied him to my bed. I peeled the foreskin of his dick with a razor blade. It was torturous for him, but pure joy for me. Of course, I put a sounding device down his urethra too. I am into torture and pain. I bet you could tell that. I took the skin off his dick and balls before I removed the balls and shoved them in his mouth. It was a memorable night full of torture for me. I do not think I could have asked for a better date night. Now, Chip, if he were still alive might not agree, but his opinion never mattered. Just like yours never will either.
Blasphemy sex with a bun in the oven
Go ahead and baptize my baby with blasphemy sex. all I will ever do is have hard rough sex and do a ton of drugs so that you can do whatever you want with me. It’s time for you to shove your cock deep inside my pregnant twat. You belong to the highest form of worship, and I will give you my Minnie so that you can do what you please with that wee one. Yes, I know I will burn in eternal hell because I have only eyes for you, and you are my god. Whatever you want, I will go to the end of the world to get it for you.
How did I become this pathetic? It all stems from early on trauma, and it felt so good to be used as a dumb slut, and now I will repeat history and let it happen to my daughter.
Castration Phone Sex is Always Fun for Me
I am known for castration phone sex. I have never shied away from whacking off a pair of nuts. Sometimes, a guy pisses me off so much, I just take the entire kit and caboodle. Joshua is a P man. You might be too. Nothing wrong with it. I do not judge. I hate brats so it is no skin off my nose if you want to kill a little whore or explore your rape fantasies with one. I will never be a mother. I would end up like a guinea pig, eating her own at the first sign of weakness. Joshua is a weak man. He has been arrested a few times for being in possession of brat porn. He got caught once showing his little weenie to schoolgirls. Now, he is on the registry. He is labeled a P offender for life. He cannot control his urges. With his tiny shrimp dick, I doubt even the youngest of girls would feel his pathetic nub. Hell, he is so small, I questioned if he could even pop a cherry. He did not deserve to have a willy. No grown ass woman would want him, and I doubt any underdeveloped Lolita would either. He hired me for junk removal. He had the money to pay my fee. I strapped him into my castration chair, but he was too small for me to separate his cock from his balls like normal. I used torture sex to remove his junk. I know, it sounds painful. It is painful. I strapped his worthless dick and nuggets to a board, and I trampled his junk in high heels. I borrowed a page from a CBT book. I crushed his walnut sized balls and severed his pathetic penis with my high heel. Hearing him scream in pain made my pussy drip. I love to torture a loser. It did not take me long to dance a little jig on his junk and turn him into a eunuch. I butchered his cock and balls with body weight and high heels. It did not look pretty, but neither did his junk when it was intact. He got more than he bargained for with this taboo phone sex bitch.
Snuff Phone Sex: I Need a Ride or Die
Snuff phone sex is my wheelhouse guys. I am not girlfriend material. I do not want a phone boyfriend and I do not want a real boyfriend either. I have this friend. Sure, we hook up every now and again after watching some violent porn that got us hot and bothered. We have a shared affinity for watching young girls get brutalized by cocks and knives. But I have been clear from the start I will never marry and that I do not want a white picket fence and brats running around. I thought he was like me. Earlier in the week he professed his undying love for me and said we should get married. I laughed. I thought it was some sort of belated April Fool’s joke. He thought I was his soul mate. So, I had to kill him. Now, I am not so heartless as just to kill a man because he fell in love with me. I killed him because he somehow thought he could make me his ass rape porn bitch. Not in my lifetime. It kind of hurt to kill him. I thought we had a good thing going. Watch snuff flicks, kill together and occasionally fuck. Nope. He had to ruin it by trying to turn me into his bitch. I am no one’s bitch. Never. Not for any reason at all. I have killed every man who has ever tried to fuck me with out consent. Billy was my ride or die. My partner in crime and I still killed him without blinking an eye when he attacked me in my own house. I hate to kill where I sleep but this was self-defense. Maybe the castration phone sex was not self-defense. I did cut off his penis and fed it to my Mastiff pup for shits and giggles. His dick did not make it into my ass like he wanted, but it did make its way into my pup’s mouth for dinner. I guess now, I need a new ride or die. Is that you?
Late Night Gangbang Rape Porn
Do you watch gangbang rape porn? If you watch any on the dark net, you may have seen my ass getting pummeled before. I am a minor sensation thanks to my stepson. He has been uploading our homemade porn tapes since COVID first hit. It is how he made money when he lost his job. He has not gone back to the normal workforce yet. He claims he makes more money now and works fewer hours, so he is never going back to the 9-5 world. Right now, I am his only cash cow. My ass has taken quite the beating since he discovered streaming on the dark web. I do not know how much more I can take. I know I am a seasoned ass rape porn star, but he just keeps pushing the limits. Last night, he summoned me to his place in the middle of the night. I was so groggy, but he did not care. He had some guys over who paid to fuck his porno queen. They were all younger than me. He charged them $500 a piece to fuck me bareback and do whatever they wanted to do to me. That scared me. These men looked rough and drunk. I could hope for drunk dick. Soft cocks rarely do much damage, but that was not happening. These men had no erectile dysfunction, sadly. My stepson tied me up like a beach ball and they took turns sodomizing me. No lube. Not even some spit on my abused asshole. They joked that a dirty whore like me did not deserve any romance. I did not think lube was romance. They fucked my ass simultaneously. Three cocks in my ass at once felt like a baseball bat. They fucked me raw. My stepson filmed it all. He loaded it up to his pay site and told me his fans will love the destruction of my ass. I guess as an anal taboo phone sex whore, this is my life.
All cause the old hag was jelly
I dress up quite sexy and revealing. I enjoy flaunting my body and don’t have an issue with someone admiring me. I’m the kind of chick that likes to wear daisy duke jean shorts with a frilly top or tank top. I love to wear them with my nipples poking right thru and letting the world see what I was born with and take pride in doing so. It’s evident that so many people with low self-esteem do not value themselves and hate anyone who struts around showing off, and that’s how one of the most bizarre evenings happened to me.
I was out and about and went to a cocktail lounge. A gross lady with a heavy cigarette stench and her equally disturbing significant other were causing a stir all because he was watching my sweet ass. It is not my fault you can’t keep him happy I let her know. I was tired of hearing her go on and attacking me. She grew angry and told me she would get me back one day. To make a long story short, she did follow me and sent a group of guys to fuck me mercilessly. It sucks to be her because I enjoy torture and snuff. It was so hot, and if you are a sick freak like me and enjoy snuff phone sex, give this girl a call.