Category: Medical fetish phone sex

Ass Rape Porn Revenge

ass rape pornI have done a lot of ass rape porn for drugs in my life. I am not stranger to hardcore anal sex. Not saying I love it, but I do not hate it either. At least not with certain men. Women, however, are a different situation. Women are brutal on other women. Anytime I am forced into an anal porn with women, I shiver because I know it will be brutal. I am not into whatever they want to bring me. Women hate me. The chicks I had to deal with last weekend brutalized my ass so badly, they put me out of commission for a few days and that is hard to do because I can take a lot. These women set me up. They just wanted revenge because I had fucked their husbands when high. They were jealous that I gave up my asshole to their men. Not my fault they do not let their men have free reign of their fuck holes. If a man will trade me coke for anal sex, I do it every time. I thought I was showing up for another snuff porn audition. When I arrived, I saw three women. All women married to men I had fucked. I did not know that until they pointed it out. They jumped me, pinned me down and started sodomizing my ass. Their goal was to ruin my asshole so their husbands would no longer want to fuck me. They may have succeeded too. They shoved fists in my asshole first. It started with one in my ass at a time but ended up all three fists in my asshole at once. That was nothing compared to the baseball bats they fucked my asshole with next. They left my asshole gaped like a canyon. It was prolapsed and bleeding too. They achieved their goal. I needed 12 stitches to repair my destroyed asshole. I do not care what anyone says. Women are more brutal than men any day.

Porn valley

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When I joined the porn scene and moved to porn valley, I had high hopes of becoming the next Alexis texas. Sure I wasn’t half as good-looking as lex for tex, but I had grit. I had a character full of life and had the stars in my eyes. It shined so bright the thought of me becoming a porn girl. I made plenty of connections and put myself thru a grueling workout plan and eating plan. All I could ever aspire to be was to become the best fuck slut and get plenty of avns for my efforts. The callbacks became slim to none. I wasn’t getting any part I thought I’d get. Instead, I became quite the girl for snuff. At first, I was a little disappointed, but once I saw how many people thought about having killer phone sex with me and how much they wanted to bash my skull, I felt pretty infamous. Famous for something terrible, which in terms of porn is pretty standard. It made my heart melt to know so many people were masturbating to the thought of me being fucked to death. Call cynical, but it seems I’m a pretty big deal after all, and that’s not too shabby.

Ethical Hunting

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He knows all about the vices a man needs when he wants to be eaten. Cannibalism phone sex has a gold standard for me. Men who want to be my feast are what I seek. It is ethical hunting in its purest form!  I’m sure PETA won’t have anything to say when your meat source begs to be eaten! I even have a nice blue meat stamp that says Grade a long pig Femme Association of Cannibalism so that I can stamp my products of consumption.  Conned by me into a red room of sexual delight, or so he thought. That drink made him fuzzy and not thinking straight when I led him to my house of pain and pleasure (for me). Strapped to my metal table I began by rubbing seasoned oil and spices all over my long pig. He seems to be happy about this so I decide to liven my human pork belly up by filleting a piece of his stomach off and throwing it into the vat of oil beside us. It crisps up so nicely and I enjoy it with the screams of my victim as ambience. Slowly devouring my victim and ending with his cock and balls as the stump of flesh left with be the moist and savory delicacy I have ever had the pleasure of ingesting!  

Can I castrate and eat your body? 

As if you had any choice! 

But it is so sexy when you offer up your body for my nutrients!

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Medical Fetish Phone Sex

medical fetish phone sexMedical fetish phone sex calls are not what I get a lot. And I am grateful for that because every time a guy says he has a medical fetish I get a pit in my stomach. It is always some sort of wicked torture beyond any threshold a pain slut could have. This call was no different. Honestly, I should have hung up or said I had an appointment. The first thing he asked me was if I had Ben Gay. That was followed by if I had Q-tips. Most women over 30 have both.  That pit in my stomach grew bigger because I had a good guess about what he wanted me to do. I sat down on my bed and spread my legs, then my cunt. I grabbed a leather belt to bite down on because I knew it was going to hurt like a bitch. I also knew where I was putting it. He had no interest in putting that Q-tip in my pussy. We both knew that hole was a canyon compared to my urethra. He called it the 4th wonder on a woman’s body after the pussy, the ass and the mouth. I have had sounding devices in my pee hole before, and I piss glass and blood for days after it hurts so much.  I bit down on that leather strap and braced myself for pain. I much prefer snuff porn roleplays to torturing my own body. My eyes were welling up in anticipation. I did the best I could. I tried to jab the cotton tip down my pee hole. It was hard to talk, bite and shove at once, but I did it. And it hurt. It burned something awful, and it hurt like nothing else. Blood came back up on the Q-tip. My caller just laughed and told me thanks for playing before he nutted and hung up. I am still burning when I pee, but as long as u are happy, I am happy.

Addicted to Castration Phone Sex

castration phone sexCastration phone sex will always be my favorite type of call. I do love being a snuff queen too, but I take perverse pleasure in separating a man from his family jewels. Like more pleasure than I should. I am not picky about whose nuts I sever either. I will take them from a man who looks at me wrong. Big dicks or small dicks, I take all balls. It is true that I mostly take the balls of small dicked losers and tools who do not understand the term consent. But I have taken the nuts of men who most women would fuck in a heartbeat. I am not most women. I do not fall for a nice body and a pretty face. Hell, even a big wallet does not impress me much. I met Trevor at a Goth bar. He was dressed all wrong, so he stood out. His metrosexual pretty boy looks told me he was either lost or too drunk to realize he walked into a bar where the chicks would eat him alive. He came right to me too. I rolled my eyes, sighed and then mind fucked him. He was too drunk to understand my body cues or even the words that were coming out of my mouth. He was a sloppy drunk. A rude one too. He followed me into the unisex bathroom. He pushed the door open and fell on his face. Now, I knew I could overpower him. I had sobriety on my side. He was quasi lucid but mumbling so much I could not understand him. He lost his balls that night. My guess he does not remember the sexy Goth goddess with the serrated knife who chopped off his balls in the bathroom of a Goth bar. I left him passed out on the floor face down. I knew folks would just step over him to pee and never realize his balls were gone. I gave him a shot to knock him out and blur his already impaired mind. I am sure he woke up when the bar closed, but by then I was long gone. I just enjoy the torture sex of male genitals. It is kind of my addiction and I never mind removing a set of family jewels.

Strangulation Phone Sex Fun

strangulation phone sexStrangulation phone sex is hot as fuck. I love erotic asphyxiation. I used to use pantyhose and stockings, even silk scarves to get off as I masturbated. I am a pain slut. Daddy made me that way. He was the one who first strangled me while fucking my brains out. It is no secret that daddy was a mean son of a bitch. He did not have a daughter. He had a whore. And he used me like one. Decades later, I am still striving for a fix of erotic asphyxiation. I put an ad out on Tinder for some erotic asphyxiation fun. I was bombarded with PMs. Lots of men love the idea of fucking a woman and choking her out. I bet you have even thought about it too or maybe tried it on yourself.

Jeremy came over last night. He was the winner of my Tinder search. I wanted his young cock. He wanted to choke a bitch while making an ass rape porn video. He brought plenty of supplies. He had a variety of things to choke me with, but in the end, he used his hands while he ravaged my pink asshole. I would get close to passing out, then I would cum because erotic asphyxiation is fucking hot. I wanted to choke him too, but he would not let me. He said I was the snuff star. This was about choking me out. I thought he might kill me. I mean accidents happen all the time. People die from exploring erotic asphyxiation every year. I did not want to be a statistic. I just wanted to cum and get fucked hard. I passed out a few times but woke back up from him slamming his cock in my ass. Finally, he left. I survived but I have a black and blue ring around my throat. Good thing it is turtleneck weather.

My Speciality is Castration Phone Sex

castration phone sexCastration phone sex is my specialty, yet daily some looser IMs me with a “What’s up Boo,” or “I cannot wait to fuck you,” or even worse, “You gonna drain these nuts, bitch?” Those losers are stupid and do not read. We have bios and blogs for a reason. I do not do submissive calls. I do not do fuck calls. At least not your traditional fuck calls. I am a sick bitch. I carry a big knife and I am not afraid to use it. I castrate men who think they can make me their bitch. In what planet do I look or sound like the kind of girl who takes Daddy’s dick? I was born into this world to be a sick bitch. I was raised to be a dominant bitch. I do not do typical fuck calls. I am a sadistic phone sex bitch who enjoys your pain, anyone’s pain. The last loser who tried to fuck me with his worthless pecker got his dick cut off with his balls. I turned his balls into earrings. Men need to take heed of me. I am a Goth chick with a perverted mind. There is not an ounce of me who is submissive. I do not care how big your dick is or how much money you have either. You are my victim or my accomplice. I will cut off a big dick as easily as I will chop off a worthless pecker if you try to treat me like your bitch. Chris was Iming me all last night with misogynistic words. He got a much different call than he wanted. That is because the caller is never always right with me. I am right. What I say goes. I am not playing the part of some love sick submissive bitch just because you pay for it. I took his dick and his balls. And I will take yours too if you try to make me your bitch, your victim or your girlfriend. Consider yourself warned.

how about some bloody phone sex ?

bloody phone sex

When I’m asked about my specialties, I always exclaim im the best butt fuck in town. My asshole indeed gets pounced so much that I have lost feeling, and the only way I can feel any sensation is if someone makes it bleed. The thing is, when you are a whore like me, you are run thru, and you get fuck like crazy, and it is all fun and games till you lose the ability to cum hard. When I noticed that, I panicked and began to try to find the fleeting feeling. The only way I got close was to bleed once I got my holes. That’s when all the sensation comes back. It’s a tough pill to swallow, but now I am all for blood and fucking, so if you want some bloody phone sex, you have the perfect victim.

Castration Phone Sex Through the New Year

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Castration phone sex Christmas? Christmas may have come and gone, but I am still castrating losers. Ball removal is my gift to me. I have quite the collection this year too. I have severed more testicles this month than I have all year. I had no clue there were so many losers around who needed to part with their balls. I met one such loser at Walmart last night. I hate going to Walmart. Only the dregs of society shop at Wally World. My phone charger died on me, and it was the only place open in the middle of the night to get a new one. I sucked it up and the first person I meet is a douche bag player who thought he could pick up a Goth chick in Walmart. I would never date or hook up with some leisure suit Larry I met at Walmart. He stalked me. He harassed me. And when he got pissy after I rejected him, I decided he need a free ball removal. I was not even going to charge him. This castration was on me. I played his game. I got him to think he was in control luring me back to his apartment. I know he thought he was going to bang me. I mean I am not desperate. I am never desperate. He did not deserve to live thinking I was going to fuck him. Men are so delusional. I do not pick up guys in Walmart. I spiked his drink when he was not looking. He woke up tied to a chair naked. I stuffed my panties in his mouth which was as close to my hot pussy as he was going to get. Torture sex ensued when I whacked his balls off with a kitchen knife. I could have cauterized the wound, but he annoyed me. I mean who hits on women at 1 am in a Walmart? No man that deserves to reproduce. No clue if he bled out or if he was able to get some help. I left his severed balls on the table with a Christmas bow. If he survives and gets his balls reattached, they will never work like they once did. I made him a eunuch for Christmas.

Christmas Castration Phone Sex

castration phone sexIt was a castration phone sex Christmas for me. It is a tradition for me. I have no family alive anymore, but that does not give me the holiday blues. I always find some poor sap who wants to spend Christmas with me. Some schmuck who overestimates my need for him.  I was sitting at a bar alone last night. I knew someone would approach me. Someone always does. They falsely assume I am desperate and lonely. They think I am an easy lay. They think they are doing me a favor by taking me home. Cannot play the player. This loser fell into my lap so easily last night. He had cheesy pick-up lines, and back-handed compliments. Just some loser who has to troll for pussy. He will not be trolling any more because I took his nuts. I could have killed him. Perhaps, I should have killed him. I wanted him to be scarred for life and I wanted him to have a memory that would never fade. He will never troll for another chick again because I neutered him. I took is balls in his own bed. He never saw it coming either. He had me pinned on his bed, but I was not helpless. My big sharp knife was nearby. And that knife sliced his testicles off with one swipe. The look on his face was priceless. I do not think he felt it until he saw the blood. It was like the alcohol and shock numbed the initial pain, but once he saw the blood and his severed balls, he knew what happened. He fell over and I had to decide if this was just torture sex, or a snuff date. I went into his kitchen and heated up a pan. Then I cauterized his wound. He will have a nasty scar, but he will live, and he will never fuck again. He will not underestimate women ever again either.