Category: Medical fetish phone sex

Medical Fetish Phone Sex

medical fetish phone sex karmaOne of my favorite things to do has always been to put on the scrubs I bought from the Salvation Army and hit the hospital. I love the halls that hold the terminally ill, the ones that have the bio hazard signs on the doors, the rooms that are high risk to enter and the halls that smell of rotting flesh while the feeling of despair hangs in the air, so thick you could cut it with a knife. I would often sit in the corner of the room after turning off the morphine drip, waiting for the extreme pain to hit so that I can rub out a good hard orgasm as I listen to them moan in agony. There are a couple of rooms that have great nooks that I can hide in. Those particular rooms are used to perform medical procedures that aren’t generally performed in a normal room. I have been able to witness several invasive procedures in these rooms that not only brought me great pleasure but gave me intense material to share with others on medical fetish phone sex calls. One time especially comes to mind. When I walked into his room the smell of rotting flesh was so strong that it almost made me gag. And I don’t gag easy. I pulled back the sheet and saw a huge chunk of flesh that was swollen, red and infected. i knew the flesh was deteriorating from the inside out. I heard the footsteps and backed into my hiding place and as I watched the doctor inject the Novocaine my heart sunk. Why do they do this? I kept watching and when I saw the scalpel sink into the skin, I felt the moisture begin to build in my panties. Watching the spewing puss and chunks of flesh, the stench that the infection produced when released, all served to stir the darkness inside me and I started to cum. I had to cover my mouth to stop the moan of pleasure as the primal orgasm escaped my cunt. Medical fetishes are so complex……

Kidnapping Phone Sex: Profit for Me, Fun for You

Kidnapping Phone SexWant to go hunting with me? I know how to mix business with pleasure. I can line our pockets while getting us off hard. Do you know how much young corneas go for on the black market? Almost as much as kidneys. But with eyes, you don’t have to slice and dice; you just need to gouge them out. Less mess, quicker in and out, so you can make much more money with eyes. I am a fan of the little ones because their eyes not only pop right out of the skull, but I can profit doubly. I’m a conservationist. I use all of the body. Once I gouge those little eyeballs out and get them in a sterile jar and on ice, you can play with the body for a fair price.

taboo phone sexAnd at that tender sweet age, they are easier to manage, especially when still lamenting the loss of sight. Bonus, they can’t see you, so if you wanna snuff them out that is just for pleasure not for survival. Last week I snatched up Abby at the mall. A blonde pretty virgin barely teen girl. Just what my client wanted. I tied her to a chair, put my knife to the corner of her eyes and popped out some pretty blues. I wrapped her sockets with gauze to stop the bleeding, then brought in Tony. Tony paid top dollar for this morsel. And I made top dollar off her corneas. Double score.

fantasy phone sex tortureTony was a sick fuck like me. His fantasy you ask? Force fuck a virgin young girl in all her holes. Ass, pussy, mouth, urethra, nostrils, ears and eye sockets. Abby was so tiny and young, and Tony had such a large cock, that when he shoved his cock in her mouth, it came out one of her eye sockets. Fucking sick shit, but so hot.When he came, it looked like her eye was weeping cum.  I played with my pussy watching her get skull fucked, as I waited on my other client to pick up her pretty blue eyes that would give the gift of sight to some rich mother fucker’s brat. Abby may not have had the privilege of money, but she had the privilege of a dirty old man’s cock in ALL her holes. What is your twisted fantasy? I bet I can make it equally beneficial for us both.

SnuffPhoneSex.com Castration Phone Sex Junkie Venus

castration phone sexI’m a castration junkie. I love removing worthless balls. Sometimes, I even take a little extra if you know what I mean! I’ve been schooling other sick bitches in junk removal too. You would be surprised to know just how many women out there literally have their husbands’ balls in a jar next to the bed. Personally, I think castration is the best cure for a cheating husband. No second chances. No therapy. No costly divorce that could leave a woman broke. Just cut their balls off and he will never be a cheating bastard again.

I remove junk for lots of reasons. Some ass hats are too dumb to procreate. Some guys can’t be trusted with their cock and balls. Some think they are god’s gift to women but can’t find a clit with Mapquest. Others have little pinky dicks and I’m helping them make their package look bigger by lobbing off their big hairy testicles. And other dudes are just worthless pieces of shit that don’t deserve pleasure let alone life.

I helped a woman this weekend with junk removal from the ass wipe that put a roofie in her drink last month. She heard of my reputation; hired me to extract a little old school vengeance. I agreed of course. I will remove the whole fucking package for a cocktail. She told me enough about the dude that I knew how to set him up. Met him in a bar, gave him every chance to spike my drink, then switched them when he wasn’t looking so he got the roofie. Why do guys think every chick is a dumb bitch? Well when he woke up strapped to his bed looking at his last victim and the one who just got away, he knew he was the dumb bitch.

snuff porn castrationLilly held up the knife and I stuck a little vibe up his ass to get it hard. He was screaming and pleading and apologizing. Even said he would turn himself into the police. Guys will say anything to keep their junk, then go right back to the behavior that got them in trouble in the first place. “The best way to ensure you won’t force yourself on women again, is permanent junk removal,” I said. Lilly put the serrated blade against the base of his worthless pecker, while I had the jaws of life on his balls to bust them.

With devilish glee, I counted, “1,2, 3.” Then it was total carnage. She sliced his pecker off as I crushed his balls. There was a lot more blood than I imagined. Lilly was in awe, not grossed out one bit. She is a natural. We left him there to bleed. I shoved his cock in his mouth as a special touch. He was clearly married by the pictures adorning his wall. I just did his wife a solid. I am sure she would thank me if she was there. I likely did what she has wanted to for years.

I’m a sick bitch who loves blood. I could blow smoke up your ass and tell you I am some philanthropic bad ass who snuffs, maims and tortures to weed out the fucktards in this world, but the truth is, I love to kill and inflict pain. And, I love to make a buck. So, I will be your twisted accomplice for a simple bourbon on the rocks. Let the games begin.

Sex with Dead Bodies: What’s Your Sick Fantasy?

sex with dead bodiesI get told all the time I am going to hell. I take it as a compliment. Means I am not afraid to go into the fringes, the dark crevices of human desires. We all have sick and perverted thoughts. Just most of you let guilt or morality or common decency rule your actions. Not me. No impulse control. No censor. I am your perfect accomplice because I will push you to act on your sick fantasies. I use blackmail, torture, even threat of death to you or your loved ones if you don’t do as I want, which is really what you want too.

Take Chad for example. I hacked his computer. Guys are such easy prey for a little dirty IM. They think I am some blonde buxom goddess, start cybering with me, and boom, I’m in their computer seeing all the sick things that make them hard. Chad is a necrophilia wannabe. He wants to have sex with dead bodies. A cold corpse gets him hard. So, when we were sexting about our dark desires, I laid the bait. “I fantasize about being a corpse and getting fucked,” I typed on my computer screen. Funny, he suggested we meet. Men are so easy to manipulate.

taboo phone sexHe was a bit shocked to discover that I didn’t exactly look like my yahoo pic. When he tried to run, I showed him my big knife, and photos of some of the sick shit I pulled off his computer. “Consider me your dark angel helping you make all your dreams cum true,” I said with an devilish grin. I blind folded him and took him on a little trip to the county morgue. I have a like minded sick friend who gets me access to the cadavers after hours. It’s good to have friends in dead places! I had the perfect specimen picked out for Chad. This poor dead girl headless and without any organs. An empty vessel so to speak. I may have helped remove her guts for my own sick pleasure, but that’s for a different blog.

necrophilia phone sexI removed the blindfold. Chad gasped in horror while simultaneously popping a huge boner in his pants. I held the knife to his back and made him fuck her cold dead cunt. It was fucking hot as hell because you could see his cock poking through her open cavity. Just a hollowed out skeleton; all that remained was bones and some sinew. She was ice cold; but his cock was red hot. When he came, I could see the cum decorating her rib cage, from the inside. “Aren’t you glad you met me Chad,” I inquired? “Now your twisted fantasies are a reality.” He still looked at me like I was the Antichrist before scurrying away like a scared puppy.

Face it. Maybe not now, but some time, he will be grateful he met me. You will too. I will help you by whatever means necessary act on your most sick and twisted desires. Everyone needs a dark angel on their shoulder.

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Taboo Phone Sex Fantasies: Death by Exsanguination

taboo phone sexI saw her staring at me all night. Beautiful dark goddess. The way she looked at me consumed me with naughty thoughts. My pussy got so wet from her gaze. She looked like she could own me. I wanted her to own me. Normally, I am only submissive to men, but there was something so mesmerizing, so intoxicating about her, that I knew I would do whatever she wanted. She bought me a drink. We went into a VIP room at the club.

No words were ever exchanged. I saw the BDSM equipment adorning the walls of the room. I gave myself up willingly to her. Arms extended, head bowed, I fell to my knees and kissed her feet, slowly working my lips all the way up her perfect body. He skin was alabaster white and cool to the touch. She collared me. Yanked me up by a chain. She escorted me to a chair where she strapped me in. Looked like a flogging chair. I wanted her to beat me. She sniffed my hair, my neck; she seemed to be drinking in my scent.

bloody phone sexShe spread my legs. I was excited beyond my imagination at the thought of her eating my pussy. Then suddenly, I felt a sting followed by a warm cascading sensation. I must of peed myself in excitement. I felt cold, however. The warm sensation of earlier was gone. She stood up from between my legs covered in blood, my blood. She bit my femoral artery. I was bleeding out, not slowly either. I could feel myself getting weaker, colder. Yet somehow I was aroused. Nipples erect, clit hard.

She kissed me with my blood on her lips. The only thing I ever said to her was, “Bite me.” He mouth opened wide and I saw the fangs. Pretty white razor sharp fangs bit into my external carotid artery. Blood gushed out my neck. Two small bite marks would drain me faster of all my blood than 100 stab wounds. I guess I need to be careful who I pick up in a bar.

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Castration Phone Sex with Junk Removal Expert Venus

castration phone sexCastration phone sex can take on several forms. It can be fantasy or it can be real. On phone however, you have to have the balls to do it, lol! I am more than happy to encourage you, instruct you, taunt you about why you don’t deserve your worthless balls, but ultimately you have to be the one to sever your sperm bank from your body to ensure that your stupid, pathetic ass cannot reproduce. This world has enough stupid fucks running around, it certainly doesn’t need any more. I offer junk hauling services for a premium price. You have old junk or damaged junk or worthless junk or small junk, even just dirty junk, I will haul it away for a per inch rate. Sometime, regardless of your desires, I will take your junk for free because I can spot junk that has no value whatsoever and never will, a mile away.

taboo phone sexI’ve been a junk removal expert since I was a little girl. I remember the day clearly. It was Halloween. I was dressed as a little nun. I knocked on a neighbor’s door. He invited me in because he had to go get more candy from the basement. He had me come down stairs to help him carry the bags. That was the first, and last time, anyone ever had the upper hand on me. He had his dirty old pecker out; he forced me down on it and I bit his junk like I was biting into a chocolate bar. Little girl teeth are razor sharp. Did you know that? Old Mr. Bauman certainly did not. I was like a rabid dog between his legs. I gritted down, and shook my head back and forth, never letting loose of my vice grip on his sorry old dick. His blood coated my face as I tore his dick off at the base with my little girl teeth. I was in front of him, on all fours like a dog returning a toy. I dropped it at his feet and left.

mutilation phone sexHe fell to the ground, moaning, shaking, bleeding all over his basement floor. I washed my face, used his toothbrush to get rid of my bad dick breath, and went back to trick or treating. He never reported me. Of course he wouldn’t. Molesting a little girl would have put him in lock up, and we all know what happens to p men in prison. Old Mr. Bauman would never take advantage of anyone ever again. As I grew up, I encountered more Mr. Baumans. The world is filled with men who do not deserve their dicks or their balls. Sometimes losers are very self aware and hire me for my junk removal services. Other times, I am rather philanthropic, and haul it for free.

Torture Phone Sex Calls

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     Torture phone sex calls are the best ones. I was thinking today of a fantasy a caller and I had reenacted. It just made me cum so hard I thought I would share! I was strapped down to a medical exam table. My legs were spread apart and the fucking bastards had a full view of my shaved cunt. I looked at the other gang members with their bitches kneeling and ready to suck their cocks. You wheeled in a large tray of hypodermic needles. “This is bee’s venom. I am going to inject you so that your future torture sessions will be far worse than this.” You pressed the needle far in my tit meat. You pressed the plunger making my tits numb. Quickly you did the same with the other tit. Grabbing a metal speculum you forced it into my pussy and opened it wide. Taking another syringe you pushed it far into my pussy hole.

     Looking at my tits I could see that they had already begun to swell. Picking up a tit press you placed them in side and began to turn and squeeze the lever to tighten. You tightened the device so much that my tits became flat. Forcing your cock in my throat the tears fell down my face. I could feel the rigidness of your cock and the massive meat that gagged my throat.  Turning your attention away you took your cock out of my mouth and turned your attention to my pussy. Using needles you begin to use my pussy like a giant pin cushion. You pushed the pins in my pussy so deep that your fingers were wet with my blood.

     Picking up a knife you said, “I am going to use this to carve my initials in your ass.”Not waiting for my answer you began to slice at my ass cheeks. I screamed and writhe but there was no stopping you. Taking me off the table you pinned me to a cross and began to flog me. My screams were not enough you picked up a sjambok the worse machine of discipline as I struggled to get away. This was just the beginning of hell in the conversations we had. I wonder what other pleasures you had in store?

Behead Me

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One of the more darker fantasies on my mind lately has been beheading. It’s something I fear, but I still want it. Is that weird. I guess it is, I’m just so twisted now and there’s no way to turn back. No matter how hard I try I’ll never be like I was before. Not after be exposed to so much sex and violence. Vanilla sex doesn’t do it for me anymore, but I’m not sad about it. Honestly, I don’t even miss it.

In my fantasy a very strong man is torturing me hours. Cutting into my body and piercing with it needles. My body would be his pin cushion and I think it’d be even sexier if he did medical experiments on me too! Before my head is severed from my body I want to be completely red with blood. I want him to remove my head and hold it front of my broken body so I see it in my final moments. It would be perfect if there were a mirror in the room too because I want to see what my severed head looked like actually.

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The idea of my torture and death is so hot. It makes my cunt dripping wet just thinking about it, but it can only happen once. Wouldn’t it be great if I just die over and over again? That’s what I really want, but sadly it isn’t possible and it will never be possible. Although knowing that I only have one death makes it more dangerous. If something goes wrong I’ll never have the chance to do it again. Maybe it’s sick of me to think this, but I think that’s incredibly intimate. It’s the most private and precious thing you can give someone because you only have one life and one death.

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Taboo phone sex is no joke. My favorite caller really knows how to get me in the mood. Just seeing hearing his voice “Hello” Makes me wetter than the ocean. I put on my tight skirt and climb into my bath tub. He likes the idea of seeing my skin pop threw the tight clothing. He tells me what to do, and I am more than willing to do it. He loves to torture my cunt and to listen to my screams as I stab my pussy lips. This week when he calls I have a new toy to play with. I have tried it on my own but I wanted him to really tell me what to do with it. Its about 6 inches long and skinny but the needles on it hurt. I can wait for him to torture me this week. In the past I have had to sew up my own cunt. I love rubbing my warm blood into my cut up pussy. For him I’d do anything! Check out our snuff porn galleries .

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Necrophilia Phone Sex: Party with the Dead

Come here a second big man, I have to ask you a favor. Tell me your thoughts on necrophilia phone sex, and what you would do to fuck me. Yeah, you heard me right, how bad do you wish to fuck me? Would you kidnap a dead priest for me? I want his fresh corpse to have my way with. And I want you to join me.

I say we should see if your man enough, and what degree of blasphemy you will go just to get a taste and feel of this cunt. I want you to bring a few surgical knives and implements. What do I plan on doing with these? Nothing, YOU will be using them and do as I say.

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You will take the priests manhood and castrate him after I rode that rigor mortised shaft. And yes that is blood on his embalmed dead dick. He’s so stiff and it felt good in my menstruating cunt. Now suck that dick clean before you remove my trophy for me. Oh, what’s that, your promise of fucking? I think I promised a taste and you got that.