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She found herself in the red light district among roaming prostitutes, and forced the scorn off her face so that she could give seductive smiles at any men she saw looking her way. One of them, a young man probably her own age, approached her. He was well dressed, like he had just come from a formal party, and his short brown hair was slightly messy, his tie slightly crooked. He had been drinking. "Nice evening," he said to her slightly slurred. She felt exitement in her chest. It was the thrill of the chase, and she had a fish on the hook. "It could be even nicer," she said to him, putting her hand on his chest and slowly running it down his body. She had to make extra effort to keep smiling as her hand passed down his pants and over the soft lump of male organs beneath his slacks. "You're beutiful," he slurred. "Let's get some privacy," she said, leading him to a nearby alley. She shivered as his hands roamed over her body, but still she felt the exitement of a predator. In a dark spot, she pushed him against a wall by some empty beer bottles and knelt down before him. She undid his belt and unbuttoned his pants, noticing the soft bulge in his groin had gotten firmer and larger as she unzipped his fly. His hands played with her hair as she tugged his pants down, then his briefs. There before her was her prize, the meaty equipment that was so vulnerable now dangling just inches in front of her face. She could smell the musky aroma of his krotch, and she eagerly reached out and filled her hand with the flesh of his organs. His balls felt heavy and hot in her cupped hand, and they shifted in their soft sacks as his penis continued to swell and lift its own weight slightly upwards. She stared right at the pisshole as it raised itself slowly in gentle bobs. She felt a gentle pressure on the back of her head, and realized he wanted to put his swelling organ into her mouth. Her fingers closed tightly around his balls in a quick flash of anger, but she quickly got control of herself before her grip got too tight, and she simply let her her mouth hang open. He pushed his hips forward, and the silky tip of his penis brushed against her bottom lip as it entered her mouth. She closed her lips around his dick and he moaned above her. She let her tongue make contact with the underside, and his cock twitched in her mouth like it was alive. She could feel the blood throbbing urgently through his bloated organ, even as it sat precariously between her two rows of teeth. Here this fool was moaning, and she had his fragile balls in her hands and his dick between her teeth! It was like a zeebra placing its neck in a yawning lion's mouth. She slithered her tongue against his hardness, and he moaned louder. She let her teeth make contact, and he moaned again. She squeezed his balls a little harder, and still he moaned. He was pulling her head forward, and she let his erect organ slide further back into her mouth. Now he began moving his hips gently forward and back, fucking her mouth like it was a cunt. He probably thought he was the one in control, since she was on her knees receiving him. Wrong. Leslie grabbed his nuts tighter and tighter until he stopped moving completely, just on the edge of pain. Then she sucked in her cheeks and began bobbing her head, picking up the pace where he left off. The young man moaned in pleasant surprise and removed his hands from the back of her head. With her vice grip on his precious jewels, he dared not thrust his hips. Now she was in complete control. "OOhhh, baby," he moaned. She gave his balls a hard squeeze that made him cry out in pain. But she kept her head bobbing on his eager penis, so he didn't protest. As long as she kept blowing him, she figured he'd let her do just about anything to him. With her right hand, she reached back into her purse for her knife. He remained motionless as her mouth worked him steadily towards climax, moaning in delight. Leslie stopped, then slowly dragged her mouth back off his cock. The purple head popped out between her lips, still connected by a string of drool as she looked up at his expectant face. "Woah!" he shouted when he looked down and saw the knife next to his swollen, wet penis. She smiled wickedly and then made a fist with her left hand and punched him in the balls. Leslie liked the feeling of the soft round organs squishing against her knuckles, and she really liked the bellow of pain he made as he hunched over, so she punched his gonads again even harder, making him choke. She grabbed his wilted penis with her left hand and began pumping it. "I want you to cum one last time," she said to him, moving the knife downwards until the tip of the blade was pressing gently against his nuts. She then took the tip of his cock back into her mouth and resumed sucking and bobbing in time with the stroking of her hand. His organ was already stiffening in her grip, and the alley was filled with the wet slurping sounds of her mouth working on him. "You're crazy," he said in a frightened voice, while his body continued to respond to the vigorous blowjob she was giving him. His balls were bouncing violently against her fist as it flew up and down his shaft. He didn't want to cum, but he wasn't winning the fight. "Oh, fuck, no!" he gasped above her, and she clamped her mouth like a leach around his swollen head and sucked with all her might, teasing his pisshole with flicks of her tongue. She felt his cock start twitching between her lips. She bit down gently right behind the ridge of his head and a thick squirt of salty sperm shot inside her mouth. She grabbed his balls and gave them a painful squeeze while another shot of his nasty slime splashed against her flicking tongue. She bit down harder on his dick, pinching off the tube underneath that carried his sperm, blocking it up and temporarily halting his orgasm. With her left hand, she pressed the knife upwards into the underside of the base of his penis, and he screamed as the blade pierced the fleshy tube. His dick started twitching helplessly between her teeth as his orgasm resumed, the pressure of his trapped semen now leaking out of the new opening her knife had made. A gush of hot sperm splattered onto her arm as she reached underneath him and positioned the knife below his asshole and stabbed the blade deep up into him. The painful wreckage she was doing to the underside of his body only seemed to intensify his orgasm, and his cock swelled and twitched even more powerfully between her clenched teeth. She stabbed the knife up into his asshole again and again, while his body continued to pump his semen uselessly out through his ruptured plumbing, coating her forearm with his bloody seed. Then, she brought the bloody knife tip under the very source of his sperm; his gonads. With a series quick jabs, she stabbed up into his nutsacks, puncturing his testicles repeatedly. She made a final, purposeful stab, scewering a testicle and piercing up into his abdomen. Her fist squished up against his leaking sperm sack, and she twisted the blade inside, and pulled it back out as she bit harder and pulled, ripping through the swollen flesh and biting the head of his cock clean off. Arterial blood squirted out of the stump, and he collapsed in agony while she spit his severed penis out of her mouth. She let him lay there in the fetal position for a bit, watching him suffer. She had destroyed his male weapon; one less penis in this world that could ram up inside her and attempt to impregnate her. As she walked away, she spit continuously. She could still taste his cum even amidst all the blood. She was going to have to get some tools to make her work cleaner and more effective. She was going to have to get organized.
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