I picked up a job at this crematorium and my boss is literally the sickest fuck I know. Almost all of the posthumous hotties that come in run the risk of being assaulted by his deviant dick. If I’m a good bitch, hell even toss me a few human bones to fuck my sadistic cunt with! I love a good hardcore fucking from a blood-filled flesh pipe so there’s something about watching my superior stick his warm meat in a cold piece of still flesh that makes my twat eager. He says he loves the chill that beams off of his victims skin as he caresses their lifeless body. His favorite is when someone “passes in shock” which is another way to say their eyes are still open. He force fucks their pale bodies until he fills them with his seed. Once he fucks em: we burn em. The best part is tossing them in the furnace and listening to their sling crackle like pork rinds as the perv in charge cleans the death off his meat.
Category: Medical fetish phone sex
His secret fantasy
I have had an ongoing relationship with a guy. When we first met, I wasn’t completely attracted to him. I thought he was sort of odd.
Either way, he had a way with words, and sure enough, he had me under his spell before I could even realize it.
I was smitten around him and thought his personality was still different, but he had a certain charm that radiated. Who knew it had patterns of psycho. One day I was sleeping and noticed him taking pictures of me while I napped. It woke me up. He looked quite startled when I awoke. He could see I was weirded out, and he tried to play it out as he couldn’t help himself. I looked so cute when I slept.
After that, I didn’t think much of it. I went through his phone one day and could see he had a lust for necrophilia phone sex.
I had opened a can of worms and finally found a section where he confessed he loved to take pictures of me asleep and loved to imagine me dead and how his cock would feel inside me. After that, I cleared any signs of me going through his phone and tried to head out as fast as I could, but he was in front of the front door.
I guess the indoor cameras should have been a dead giveaway.
Summer is Cannibalism Phone Sex Time
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?
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?