My name is Thecia and I’m a 31 year old “Cutter.”  In my “day job” I’m an engineer and I travel a lot.  Last August, on an errand for my boss, I found myself in an older office building in mid-town Manhattan. I was to give an engineering briefing to an insurance underwriter on the fifth floor. I was wearing a simple black dress, a very soft bra and on a whim, no panties.

I noticed a large dark skinned man following me toward the building. Except for starring at my butt, he didn’t seem to be a threat.

I stepped into the elevator with the dark man and an older couple. He pushed the button for floor 7, I found the one for floor 5 and the older couple pushed button 2. The couple got off on the second floor and the car started up again, just as the light flashed past floor 3 the car stopped and the lights went out. It was so dark that I couldn’t see even a crack of light. The dark man said, “Don’t worry, this happens.” I later learned that this was one of New York’s city-wide blackouts.

We didn’t speak for ten minutes or so when he said, “You know! You have a wonderful body.”  Not knowing what to say, I said, “Thank you.” 

Shortly after that I felt his seeking arm brush against my body.  I admonished him with, “Cut it out, what’s the matter with you?” Without warning he encircled me with both arms, my purse fell to the floor, quickly followed by the man and me as one.

He was easily 250 pounds to my 120 or so, I couldn’t move at all.  He held one hand over my body and unzipped my dress with the other.  He slid my dress down to the top of his restraining arm, just below my boobs.  He simply ripped my bra off and began to fondle my left breast.  Changing his arm position he slid my dress completely off. He then felt for my panties and I think he was surprised to find none. His big paw began groping at my pussy. I could feel two or three fingers of his ham sized hand drive in. I’m built pretty small there and it hurt.

The man told me to lie still as he was going to let go of me for a minute. As he did, I tried to scurry away from him, but a heavy slap dropped me back to the ground.  From what I could hear, he was taking his pants off.

Feeling as he went, he tried to open my legs and line his dick up with me.  He was so inept at it that I said, “If you’re going to do this, let me help.”   It was my turn to be surprised, His dick was big enough that I could put both hands on it and have shaft room left over.  I wanted this thing over with and guided his massive cock to the opening in my vagina.  They say that when women are afraid they get wet, well it didn’t work. I was dry as a bone.   Try as he might he couldn’t work that huge helmet in my pussy.  It must have hurt him as much as it hurt me.  He gave up the attempt and told me to suck it instead.

I got to my knees and took as much of that huge pole in my mouth as I could, about three inches. Using a trick that my sex worker friend Jill taught me, I held his ballsack by the neck in my fist as I blew him, this forced his lemon sized nuts to the bottom of his sack. Men really love this.

He was enjoying this. I could feel my purse against my right leg.  With my free hand I inched it over and reached in.  There, just as I left it was my freshly honed and stropped straight razor. I flipped it open and waited my chance.

I felt his big balls try to tighten up against my closed fist and his bulbous head flair, he was ready to pop. I already tasted pre-cum.  The first spurt hit my mouth with surprising power.  I steadied my right hand against the left, pulled his balls down as low as I could, and with one swift draw, sliced the huge balls off of his body.  I let them fall to the floor with a loud splat.

At first, I don’t think he felt it, huge ropes of cum continued to spurt from his rolling pin sized cock.  Then, almost a minute later, he screamed, “MY BALLSSSSSS.”

As he lay there sobbing in pain, I put his still full sack in my waterproof plastic cosmetic bag and that bag into my purse.  I found his pants and used them to clean the cum and blood from my body. I stuffed my ruined bra into my bag, slipped back into my dress and waited.

I hoped it wouldn’t be too long as I was sure he would bleed out, I’m a cutter, not a murderer.

As quickly as it began the ordeal ended. The car dropped to the bottom floor and the doors opened. I stepped out of the car as if nothing had happened and exited to the street.

I put his balls into preservative and UPS shipped them home.

I stopped at the next corner and had a New York “Dirty water” hot dog with chili sauce. Hacking off balls always makes me hungry.

I was back in Dallas the following day.

Respectfully Submitted

Thecia

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