Category: Medical fetish phone sex

OBGYN Dark Medical Fantasy

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If you’re the doctor I have to let you do anything you want. You’re a medical professional who should be treated with respect. Make me open my little legs up wide so you can insert the speculum. This isn’t a typical device- yours opens much bigger than it really should. Watch me squirm around while you open my unwilling little cunt up as far as you want. You realize I’m not going to make this easy so you ask a male nurse to come in and hold me down for the rest of the examination. His cock swells up when he sees the tears in my eyes he decides to start throat fucking me while you jack off right at the opening of my pussy. Then you go to your drawer and get a wart removal iron and begin mutilating my clit- this should stop me from slutting around town since I won’t be able to enjoy pleasure from stimulation down there anymore. Just when I hope it’s all finally over, you remove the speculum so that you and the nurse can put both of your cocks inside me. Blood and cum everywhere, you tell me I can get dressed and leave. I secretly can’t wait for my next visit even though it hurt so bad. Call me to confirm my next appointment!

Ass To Mouth Human Centipede

2 girl phone sexEver heard of the infamous human centipede? Well, it’s a horrific ass to mouth act where people are stitched together through their gastric systems. I know, it sounds horrific! My Master has a friend who is a twisted surgeon doctor, he malpractices all the time and doesn’t give a fuck about any of his patients. He’s a dark and demented man and looks at the people that come to see him as a science experiment rather than as a life that he needs to help. Master says that he has an extreme mental illness and he does whatever he damn well pleases! The doctor has been wanting to use me for one of his demonic fantasies, a human centipede, an extreme medical fetish. Master willingly sent me off to him so that I could be a victim of his fucked up scheme. When I arrived at his house, he had an underground dungeon that looked like the inside of  a scary and torturous science lab. There were two other young ladies who were waiting on my arrival. The doctor had them tied up and they were screaming and crying, begging me to help set them free. They knew what was about to happen to all of us! I was next to be tied up and thrown on to the floor like the helpless, pathetic cunt that I am. I knew that I deserved all of what was awaiting me. The surgeon took his needle and thread and began to sew one of the girls mouth to the other girl’s asshole. She was screaming bloody murder and flopping around as she tried to resist the pain but it only made her situation worse. Her cheeks and lips were ripping as she flopped around like a fish out of water, the doctor stuck a needle in her to sedate her down. Next, he stitched the other girl’s mouth to my asshole, she learned her lesson from the first girl and was very calm and still while her mouth was sewn to my body. Once he finished with her, he put a thick dog collar on my neck and tied a rope on it that he connected to the ankles of the girl in the very back of our human train. We were all in severe suffering and pain, it was absolutely horrific! The doctor came in front of my face and began to skull fuck me with his huge throbbing cock. He loved watching the other girls moving around and swaying back and forth as he forced himself into my mouth. I was gagging and drooling all over him and when he busted his load of cum, it drained out of my mouth and down on to my tits. I eventually passed out from the pain, we were left this way for over a week while the doctor has his torturous way with us. I never thought it was going to end!

Taboo Phone Sex Accomplice

taboo phone sexTaboo phone sex is what a submissive whore does best. Normally, men only call me for their submissive slut needs. They like scenarios where I am beaten, snuffed, tortured and force fucked. Tommy, wanted to see my accomplice side. He was less interested in hurting me. He needed me for his revenge scenario. I was the perfect blonde bimbo. Just the kind of woman his former boss loves. Tommy got fired from a good job simply because the boss’s mistress liked him. Tommy paid me rather handsomely for the job. When we met, I assumed he wanted me as his fuck doll, slave or pig. I was intrigued that I was hired for the accomplice role, not the victim. I had no trouble luring his former boss to my place. I was a damsel in distress at the right time. He was putty in my hands. Seriously, this guy really was a sucker for a buxom blonde bimbo. I gave him a thank you cocktail laced with heavy sedatives. Tommy was just waiting for the meds to kick in to drag him to the basement. My basement is a slave’s palace. All the toys and equipment a master needs. Today, that master was me! Tommy tied his boss to my St. John’s cross naked. When his ex boss saw him, he was livid, but tied up. I administered a healthy dose of cock and ball torture. It was fun to use my various whips and paddles on his cock, especially when I saw how small of a cock he had.  Seriously, for all his bravado and flirting, I expected way more than 3 inches. Tommy filmed me swatting his tiny testicles with a fly swatter. Even captured his boss eating my piss ice cubes. I was having so much fun, I got carried away and castrated him. Well, I half castrated him. I accidently took one ball off. The creep liked it. A sadist at heart, so I took the other one while he begged for it. All caught on camera. Tommy didn’t want his job back. Our little revenge plan was all for blackmail. I got a nice bonus for castrating the loser too. I won’t let it go to my head, but clearly, I got some accomplice phone sex training!

Taboo Phone Sex: I Castrate and I Kill but I Never Care

taboo phone sexTaboo phone sex? That’s all I do. I had some jackass call me last night calling me sweetie and honey. Clearly, he had me mistaken for another girl. I don’t do terms of endearment. I am no one’s sweetie or honey or boo. I explained to him that if he wanted to do a call he would have to cease with the sugar-coated talk or lose his testicles. He agreed. After I was done processing him, I came back and asked him what his extreme or snuff fantasy was tonight. The dumb bastard not only asked me what snuff meant, but he called me baby. I went ape shit on him. I verbally abused him with a litany of insults for about 10 minutes before I whacked off testicle #1. I made sure he understood that he was far too dumb to reproduce before I lobbed off testicle #2. As dumb as this jackass was, I think he discovered his inner pain slut. After I rendered him nutless, he begged me to take his dick too. Since he was only 4 inches hard, that was extremely easy to accomplice. If you call me for castration phone sex and you aren’t a total tool, I will numb you and cauterize the wound. However, if you are a stupid fuck, I will let you bleed out for a while before I offer any assistance, if I even offer any at all. This dumb fuck laid in a pool of his own blood, sans his balls with a severed penis, calling me baby. Castration turned to snuff rather quickly. Clearly, he had a death wish. I’m not the kind of bitch who warns you once, so you sure as fuck know I am not the kind to warn you four times. At that point, we were having snuff phone sex. I broke out the chain saw and dismembered him like Leatherface would. You don’t play by my rules, you die. Simple.

The Brain Surgeon

Sex With Dead Bodies

Strapped to a table, I struggled against the restraints. Even my head was stuck in place. I could tell that I was naked, because the metal table was cold against my bare skin. Then I saw him. A tall, slender man wearing a surgical mask and scrubs. He took his gloved finger and ran it slowly up my thigh. He picked up a strange looking tool from the counter with a cylindrical blade. Realizing what it was, a circle saw, I started getting really worried. The buzzing made me scream out in fear as tears rolled down my face. Straight through my hair and skin, he drilled a large hole right in the top of my head. Blood spurted from the wound as my life left my body. Then, taking a large knife, he made a decent sized incision in the center of the whole to simulate a wet pussy. Barely able to contain himself any longer, his hands shook as he guided his throbbing cock into my squishy brain. Harder and harder, he humped my head until he was done emptying his balls into my cranium. His cock and abdomen were covered in blood when he pulled out. Unfazed, he put his pants back on and dumped my body on the side of a desolate highway.

Castration Phone Sex is My Fav

castration phone sexWhen guys ask me what my favorite kind of call is, I never hesitate when I say castration phone sex. It might surprise you how many calls a week I get for this. I’m prepared too. My grandpa ran a prison. When it was shut down and merged with a new modern prison, I inherited some memorabilia. My favorite is the old death row chair. If this chair could talk! It would tell a tale about lots of men needing their nuts removed so they wouldn’t get their lives erased. If you made P men eunuchs, perhaps their urges for little ones would be harder to act on. If you lobbed off the balls of murderers perhaps they wouldn’t feel the need to kill so often. Testosterone makes men crazy. If you castrated men who attack women because they know they can’t get fucked without force, perhaps they wouldn’t be about to get it up to do the deed. If men with naughty desires came to me first, I could solve the problem of overcrowded prisons. Of course, there are just tiny dick losers and pain sluts who can benefit from junk removal too. This former death row chair is now a castration chair. Straps used to stop a prisoner from convulsing, keep you from seizing from the pain. The little cup underneath designed to collect the piss and shit a prisoner leaves when exiting this world, collect your testicles now. The plank for bracing limbs when a prisoner’s body goes into shock from electrocution, separates your cock from your balls for me. This chair has the souls of dead criminals in it. Now it has the blood and tears of losers who don’t deserve their balls.  I have the sharp knife, castration bands, booze, mouth bit and soldering pen. You just bring your worthless balls. I’m ready for taboo phone sex. Are you?

Snuff Porn Cannibalism

snuff pornI don’t just watch snuff porn. I make it. I had fun recently making a cannibalism snuff film. Yeah, that is a thing. Lots of men fantasize about eating the flesh of sexy young women. Well, sometimes women fantasize about spit roasting men over an open flame until he is a nice golden brown. Spit roasting means two things: it is a gay term when a fag gets fucked in the ass and mouth at same time. In my dark world, however, it means barbecue. I invited some sexy female pals over the other night for my first official BBQ of the season. The main course was a pig from New York City. An investment banker who defrauded several of my good friends out of a lot of money with some bogus investment scheme. Stupid as fuck. He came over thinking I wanted to invest too. Greed was the death of him. I thought my friends might really enjoy having him for dinner; literally having him for dinner. When they arrived, he was naked with a spear through his ass and mouth, tied up over the fire pit. He was doused in a butter garlic sauce with some onions and potatoes adorning his body. You don’t fuck with my friends and get away with it. He got a piece of each of them when he stole their retirement funds, so I decided they should have a piece of him, inside of them. No one was shocked by the lengths I had gone for revenge. All girls secretly want a sick bitch friend like me. I started the cooking process. The flame was perfect. Our dinner browned evenly. He smelled delicious. He was going to feed us for weeks. Once he was thoroughly cooked, I cut of some rump off for us, but the main meal was his cock and balls. Way better than Rocky Mountain oysters. We drank wine, laughed over the fact that his final act was a good deed-feeding a group of friends. My first BBQ of the season was a success. Now, I just need to decided who my next pig to roast will be. Maybe, it will be you.

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Snuff Sex Blair

snuff sexSnuff sex Saturday night is how I now remember this past Saturday. I was partying with some guys I met at some hole in the wall bar. I was drunk and high of course. I have no relocation of how I got from the bar to the graveyard. One of the guys thought because it was a full moon it would be cool to fuck amongst the dead. I was getting my ass nailed bent over an old Civil War tombstone, when some guys approached us. At first, we thought the police or security guards. Apparently grave robbers still exist. Dead bodies are used to smuggle drugs across state lines. They look for the fresh grave, snatch the body then take it over to Mexico to be “buried.” I only knew this info because they tied us up and I understand Spanish. They thought they could kills us, have very fresh bodies to use as drug mules. They were going to kill us, until one of my cohorts offered up me as a dirty sex mule in exchange for their lives. They fucked my ass like I was an ass rape porn star to see if my ass was tight. Can’t have their smack falling out of my ass. I got slammed in the ass with a dead body next too me and many more under me. I was afraid they would kill me, so I said I would help them smuggle anything up my ass. They fisted me too with the arm of the corpse. I had a dead limb up my ass, but I knew if I complained I would be dead. I was drunk, not stupid. I like the thought of being a drug mule, actually; a live one though. I’m a druggy whore, so shoving smack up my ass might get me even fucking higher. They took my driver’s license and branded my ass so I belong to some grave robbing drug cartel now. I can’t wait to start smuggling coke and smack across state lines; but something tells me my world is about to change.

Sex With Dead Bodies

sex with dead bodiesWhen my friend informed me she has sex with dead bodies, I laughed. I know how it works for guys, but girls? I didn’t think it was possible unless rigor mortis had set in to make his dick stiff as a board. She explained it all to me.  There is a special anal device that stimulates the prostate making the cock hard even in the afterlife. I enjoy sex. I just don’t enjoy people. I don’t want to cuddle. I don’t want to chit chat. I just want to fuck till I cum, then be gone. I masturbate a lot. I have a Bob (battery operated boyfriend). Lilith convinced me to go to the morgue with her. We snuck in last night to check out the new meat! Death doesn’t scare me. I kill and torture for a living. If I can make people dead, why can’t I fuck the dead? We opened up drawers to check out the goods. I was looking for a porn star John Doe. I found him too. A dead nigger guy. Looked like a linebacker. Gunshot to the chest was listed as the cause of death. They didn’t shoot his dick thankfully. Even in death his dick looked huge. My first corpse was going to be a hung one. Shoved that probe up his ass, sprung that monster corpse dick to life and took the ride of a life. Came so hard on Hung Doe’s cock. It was nice. He didn’t try to cuddle. He didn’t want pillow talk and it was all about my pleasure; plus, he was hung like a horse. My friend works at the morgue, so we have decided to host after hour parties for women. Fuck Tinder. Cum on down to the morgue and have no strings attached fucking. Now I understand why necrophilia phone sex is so popular.

Medical Fetish Phone Sex for a Worthless Whore

medical fetish phone sexMedical fetish phone sex was what he asked for when he called. I was thinking he had the wrong girl. Honestly, I thought he wanted one of the sadistic women. I assumed that medical fetish was like penis torture, even castration. I was wrong. When he put me in the stirrups, I knew what was next. The doctor always says, “You will feel a little pressure pain,” as he inserts a latex finger covered in lube up your pussy. I wished I was at the gynecologist’s office, but I was with a sadist MD. No latex glove, no lube. What was inserted inside me was a speculum with teeth. Sharp razor edges pierced my flesh as he cranked it open gapping my pussy so wide a head would have fit inside of me. Once I was opened as wide as the Red Sea, he found my urethra. He shoved some device down my pee hole. Now that was a new pain. Excruciating pain. That was just the beginning of the torture sex. As I laid in stirrups, with my pussy gapped open and bleeding from the speculum, he attempted to fuck my pee hole. Such a small opening for such a big object like a cock. I screamed as he fucked the smallest, tightest hole on my body. I was crying from the pain. He warned me not to cry. My punishment was severe. He dumped a bottle of hydrogen peroxide in my bleeding cunt and over my now bleeding urethra. It might as well have been battery acid. I felt my insides being eaten away. I tried to not cry, fearing more, even, worse punishment. I was one big medical experiment. My vaginal wall was shredded. My pee hole gapped and burned. My nipples cut and pierced. And, in the end my ass fucked so hard it prolapsed. My first medical fetish experience left me bloody and forever scarred.