Category: Medical fetish phone sex

Medical Fetish Phone Sex Fantasy

medical fetish phone sexDo you have a medical fetish phone sex fantasy? I cannot believe I am saying this, but I want to be your victim for it. Some of you can go wicked dark on me too. I love a good fantasy, but I am a pain slut too. I like some torture. Pain is how I cum best, but too much pain and I cannot have an orgasm. That may surprise some of you, but that is how it is for a slave. Too much of a bad thing lol. I hooked up with this guy named Harold last week. I have not fucked since. That is some sort of record for me. Let me tell you the story. Harold, I know from the BDSM circuit. He is a master and a photographer. He has done many of my fetish shoots over the years. He was in town scouting some new talent and asked if I wanted to hook up. We text and stay in touch on social media, but we have never fucked. He prefers young girls. The kind that could get him arrested. I went to his Air B and B and was surprised to see a teen girl with him. At first, I thought I was going to help break the little bitch in, but that was not the case. He was training her to punish and torture used up old whores as he put it. Before the light bulb went off in my head, they jumped me and tied me up. The young girl stripped me naked and started using a taser security guards use on my girl parts. My pussy was tased. My tits were tased too. I pissed myself. I could smell and feel my flesh burning. Harold never touched me. Just his cum did. He shot a load of jizz on my mutilated girl parts and then high fived his protégé. I never saw it coming the torture sex of my girl parts. Now, I am healing until I let my guard down the next time.

Destruction In The Hospital

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I let myself in the morgue with the keycard I had swiped from you. On text in front of a dead body and you knew your medical phone sex fantasies just got real. I unzipped your daughter’s body bag after I pulled her out of the freezer. Did you do this to her? Were you the reason she lay cold and stiff on this slab? Her pussy was mangled, and I knew that someone had forced a cock way to big inside her. But on second thought this happened after she was dead.  I laughed and it echoed off the morgue walls, You couldn’t fuck her in life but you sure got that pussy the second she arrived down here for you. I begin looking for other young ones and discovered sloppy stitch jobs on cunts and asses. Even an old lady and other women had been penetrated after death. You are one sick bastard! I love it. I grabbed a scalpel off the table and sliced your daughters little clitty off. I added a piece of her heart after I found the chest spreader. I was making you a voodoo box of her so you could always have a piece of her near you after a long day’s work of sex with dead bodies!

Necrophilia at its finest you sick fuck! But my cunt is wet and ready for you all over again.

Castration Phone Sex: Don’t Fuck with the Wrong Bitch

castration phone sexCastration phone sex desires are stronger in me the longer I am being told to shelter in place. I am a gypsy. I am used to being out hunting for a fix. A fix for me is killing someone. I have always practiced social distancing expect maybe when I am plunging a knife into someone or I am taking off a pair of worthless nuts. Last night, I wore my skeleton face mask to castrate a complete loser. He is an Internet stalker. Been harassing me for months. I had computer issues awhile back. When you look at as much snuff porn as I do, you pick up viruses. This Geek Squad loser had access to my computer to fix it and he ended up stalking me. Lucky me, he likes Goth girls who hate everyone. I tried everything to get him out of my computer, but he was holding me virtually hostage. I agreed to meet with him. He fucked with the wrong bitch. He needed neutered. The virus worked in my favor because we cannot meet in bars and restaurants. He was going to cook us a romantic meal. Barf. I played the part, but I spiked his beer. Until he was incapacitated, it was hard to hide my bitch face and act like I was into this loser. Once he was out, I stripped him naked and tied him up, so he could not escape. Too bad he was a creepy as fuck stalker and an internet hostage taker, he had a decent sized cock. But no way I was fucking a man who thought he could force me into dating him. That is a Life Time Movie in the making and I am NOT the Lifetime Movie type. When he woke up, he was shocked to see me in control. I let him know this was his fault. His actions alone led to his castration. I cut his balls right off with one swipe of the rusty serrated blade. He screamed like a bitch. I picked his balls up off the floor and shoved them in his mouth. I was laughing loudly. I left him to bleed all over the floor. If he survives, he will have learned to fuck with me and he will never orgasm again.

Torture Phone Sex is Therapeutic

torture phone sexWe could all use a little torture phone sex right now. Inflicting pain is therapeutic. Let us hunt for a victim that we can work our anger issues out on together. The world is full of useless cunts and pricks. Hell, you may be one of them. I met this guy at the grocery store. Meet is too strong of a word. He was all up in my personal space with no mask. He tried to hit on me. Got right up in my face like there is no pandemic and gave me a lame come on. I told him to back off and tried to kiss me. The mother fucker tried to kiss me. For a quick moment, I thought about gutting him like a pig in aisle 7. I wanted this mother fucker dead. Natural selection would kill him sooner or later, but I wanted to speed up the process. I followed him out to the parking lot and gave him my address. The look on his face was priceless. He thought he was getting lucky with a Goth girl. Nope. He was getting sliced and diced. He was getting torture sex. I drugged his whisky and while he was passed out, I dragged his body onto a sheet of plastic. I did not want his blood on my floors. Normally, I kill and maim in my cabin in the woods, but these are not normal times. I was impulsive, which I never am, but this asshole needed taught a lesson. I did not kill him. I castrated him. I took his nuts. I used a rusty blade and I waited before I cauterized the wound. He bled like a stuck pig. He was awake for it thankfully. I like to torture when my victim can feel it. I am a sick bitch. I had him tied down, so he would not escape. I neutered the bastard. Just like I will neuter you if you come at me like a dog in heat. Castration phone sex is my favorite hobby.

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Taboo Phone Sex Anal Whore

taboo phone sexBeing a taboo phone sex whore confined to home has been brutal. My stepson has been renting out my holes to his friends. He was laid off from his job. His unemployment was held up, but with his red-headed step mommy at home, he has a way to make money still. Good for him. Bad for me. Very bad for me. Last night he had invited 6 guys over. They partied and I was the party favor. Not my idea of a fun night. My ass was full of cock and fists. It was full of cum and piss too. They got high and played spin the bottle on the whore. Whomever the bottle landed on, he got to do whatever he wanted to me. It meant it was his turn to use me. They all thought I was an ass rape porn star. Why younger guys are obsessed with my ass is a mystery, but they are. I know I am an anal sex whore. I can take big things up my shit box, but my stepson and his friends have one mission in life it seems. And that is to ruin my asshole. Once they prolapsed my ass hole, they put a hair tie around my bulging anus. One of the guys went into the bathroom and came back with an Icy Hot stick. He rubbed it all over my asshole that was inside out. I screamed bloody murder. It burned. It felt like they sprinkled acid on my prolapsed ass. They laughed while I cried. I do not cry much. I have a high pain threshold. They surpassed it because they are sadistic boys with no compassion for me or anyone. Fucking little bastards used me for hours until they passed out. I untied myself and tried to push my ass back inside. It will be awhile before I can sit or shit again.

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Sex with Dead Bodies

sex with dead bodiesSex with dead bodies is safer right now. Think about it. A dead body cannot cough or sneeze. I prefer stiffs any day, even before this virus. Too many stupid men. Sure, I might see a good looking man with a big cock, but he speaks and ruins it. This week I had some moron call me for a forced fuck call. I asked him if he wanted to be castrated and the loser was like well, I guess I just wasted money. Yeah, mother fucker, you did. That is what happens when you do not read. I am a sadistic. No one fucks me against my will. No one fucks me who I do not want to fuck me ever. The two men in my life who tried to take what did not belong to them ended up not only meeting my inner Lorena Bobbitt, but they ended up dickless stiffs in the morgue too. I do not mess around and I do not compromise. I am not a people pleaser. I am not here for you. You are here for me. Men just fuck everything up, so when I am horny and yes, I get horny, just not as often as most women, I go to the morgue. I find a fresh hung cadaver, hop on and take a ride. The dick is stiff, the body is warm, and the mouth is shut. I have been known to kill a man just to fuck him because he said something that made me kill him. I am not a tolerant person. I am not a warm fuzzy person either. I do not need romance. On rare occasions, I need a stiff dick. It just does not matter to me if that cock is attached to a breathing body or not. Just remember, if you are stupid enough to try to explore your rape phone sex fantasies with me as your victim, you will at the least lose your dick, but you will most likely end up dead. Some of the best cocks in my life have been attached to dead bodies.

I am My Son’s Taboo Phone sex Whore

taboo phone sexI am his taboo phone sex mommy. I need him and he knows it. He takes care of me financially and provides me with my medicine. For a price, of course. I am older now. Gravity is no longer my fan. My skin is saggy. My pussy and cunt loose. I’m skinny and just a shell of what I once was. Men have come and gone in my life, but my son is the only constant. I know deep down inside he loves me. Times are tough now. He needs money so he can support us. I have an expensive coke habit and he has bills to pay. If I am my son’s burden, I need to earn my keep. I’m too old, feeble and stupid for much else in this world. My son knows people on the dark net. He runs a live stream and I am the star. I get to be a snuff porn star for horny men who pay to see my son do things to me. Not the typical things either. My son says I shine when I am black and blue and even purple. He throws a few punches to make me pretty before we start our shows. Don’t feel badly for me. He lets me do big lines of coke, so I feel the pain less. The punches don’t hurt as much as they use too. It might be from nerve damage. I am not sure. What hurts even with my white medicine is when he fucks my pee hole and fists my ass so hard it turns my asshole inside out. He thinks it funny and often puts a zip tie around my prolapsed ass, so I can’t try to put back inside before he is ready. For a few hours, I am my son’s slave for a high paying audience. Think what you want, but I know my son loves me.

Stone Cold Slut

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If sex with dead bodies is something that gets your cock hard, then I’d say now is your time to shine! Imagine the body count in the next coming months. All I can say is that I don’t so much fear death if the end result includes being fucked by you. I want to be chased and tortured until my icy cold body lay there waiting for you to fully enjoy. Just a stone cum receptacle for the taking. I only hope that you preserve my dead corpse and enjoy it for awhile. Knowing full well that it’s exactly the demise I’ve been fantasizing about all my life. To lay there motionless in your sadistic embrace. Imagine being able to dress me in anything you like. Like your own personal ‘real girl’ doll, but instead I’m your dead girl.
I do wonder how many times you’ve thought about squeezing the breath put of some beautiful woman you see regularly at the market or the post office. Or are your fantasies a bit more violent and bloody? I’d really like to hear about those gory details. It sends icy cold shivers down my spine, while it warms up my tight little cunt.

Entrapment A Snuff Porn

It was a really dreamy thing that become just another snuff porn. I was invited to a beautiful dinner by a surgeon. He was older and very handsome with strong hands. I loved having him as my Master when we played in the dungeon. He was really appealing to my submissive needs as a victim. He was such a perfectionist and fixated on aesthetics. His suggestion of me moving in as his Mistress was even more appealing and exciting. He set me up in a beautiful flat in London. I had never been overseas and had gone into it so wide eyed and dovish. Little did my naive little mind grasp that there was more than I was understanding. The scene in London is very dark and underground. My surgeon Master had a following and a specialty. He was the Butcher. I was just another dumb blonde American for his divine followers to enjoy. I was just fuckmeat that got tenderized and glazed before the destruction of all my holes. I was wooed into the darkest of situations and to be butchered and put back together like some kind of Frankenhooker was his ultimate pleasure. There was no future for me as I was just a sadistic phone sex victim.

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Medical Fetish Phone Sex

medical phone sexDo you like medical fetish phone sex? I was at the hospital the other day visiting a friend. I was not looking for trouble, but trouble always follows me. This sexy doctor was hitting on me. I flirted back figuring it was harmless. I was in a hospital. I was surrounded by people. He asked if he could buy me a cup of coffee. I don’t drink coffee, but I agreed because he was hot. Plus, likely rich if he was a doctor. Little did I know he was a demented doctor. He spiked my coffee. I started stumbling, slurring my words. He took my arm and escorted me to a different part of the hospital. It is still sort of a blur, but I remember being in an exam room. I remember the bright lights and being strapped onto an exam table. My legs were in stirrups. Other people were in the room with us. I think they were doctors. Or at least they were dressed like ones. No rubber gloves. My demented doctor got out a speculum. It looked like it had teeth. Was I hallucinating? I was not.  Once he shoved it up my cunt and cranked it up, I started bleeding. I could feel blood gushing out of my pussy. The other men in the room started fucking me. It was like some sick fetish gangbang porn. Men fucking a bloody patient against her will. I was trapped. I screamed, but I was quickly silenced. They fucked me while my cunt was gaped open by a steal trap with teeth. They laughed as they came inside me. Their cum stung the inside of my wounded womb. It felt like some one squirted acid in my cunt. Eventually, they grew bored with me. My demented doctor let me go. Good thing I was in a hospital. I went straight to the ER for medical treatment.