My name is Thecia and I’m a 31 year old female cutter. I’m also an engineer, that’s what pays most of the bills.

I travel a lot and I do a lot of work in New Jersey, so much so that the company keeps a home there for me.

After work on a Thursday I went to the local supermarket to pick up a few things.

I picked up a small roast at the meat counter and the guy next to me asked if I could tell him how to make a pot roast. I know when I’m being hit on, but he was cute and friendly so I indulged him. He said that he would try making one and would I like to come over and try it. I declined and went on my way.

The following Thursday he was there again. This time he asked me if I wouldn’t at least have a drink with him. I finally agreed and we went to “happy hour” at a nearby club. While there he asked me to dinner. I told him that I couldn’t that day, but that I was free on Saturday. He jumped at the chance.

The day arrived and we had a nice dinner with a few glasses of wine. After dinner he invited me to his yacht for a night cap. I was a little wary but I went.

It was a beautiful boat and we sat on the back deck each with a glass of wine. He leaned over and kissed me, it felt good. We got into a little heavy petting and moved below deck. The entire forward room in the boat was a king size bed and we found our way there. It took only seconds and our clothes were on the floor. He kept saying how beautiful I was, what perfect tits I had and so forth.

When his underwear hit to floor it was my turn to gasp. He had a wonderful package. His cock was porn star big and his balls were the size of large lemons. If you’ve read my stories, you know that I’m into balls.

Before I could reach for that already hard cock, his mouth was on me and his tongue had found my clit. I came in seconds but as my clit got after-cum tender, he just kept licking. He ate right through the tenderness and I came three or four times in a row.

I breathed for a second, turned and found his thick cock. It was too big to get much of it in my mouth, I can deep throat, but not something that big.

At this point things went down hill. He began to verbally humiliate me, using phrases like, “you fucking little whore.” You filthy cunt” and so on.

While this annoyed me it wasn’t that bad, a lot of guys like to role play, I chalked it up to a little kinkiness.

His fatal mistake (not fatal to him, but fatal to his future offspring) was forcing his cock into my mouth and when I choked on it, slapping me.

He flipped me over and began to fuck me, I told him to stop. I wasn’t ready for this. He didn’t miss a beat and kept driving that baseball bat sized cock deep inside of me. Before he was ready to cum I said, “let me suck you a little more.”

I pretended that the slap and rape didn’t bother me and began to nibble on his big balls. They were impressive. I sucked one of those huge things into my mouth and tongued it a little. I worked it deeper in my mouth and using my side teeth, bit down as hard as I could. While it only took a split second, I remember it as if it were in slow motion. The big nut flattening and then the inevitable rupture happened. Not like a balloon but more like a water balloon. It made a wet popping sound as it failed.

His screams filled the boat. While he was in this terrible pain, I managed to secure his hands and feet to the bunk. He just couldn’t fight back.

I told him that it was not proper to hit a woman and that he didn’t deserve to have balls. I don’t know if he heard me, he just kept on screaming.

I left him there and went for a walk on deck. When I returned his screams had subsided to a continuous sobbing.

His big dick just lay there flaccid. I thought to myself that I did promise to empty his balls (now ball).

I found a tube of astroglide in the bathroom, I put it on my hand and began to work his big cock. It caused him obvious pain, but it did get hard. He went back to the heavy sobbing, but his dick responded as they always do. I stroked him slowly and methodically, after a very long time I felt his thick pole tighten and start to drip pre-cum. Then it happened, a single large drip, followed by a huge ribbon of sperm colored by blood. Surprisingly he began to scream again. Cumming must have aggravated his crushed nut.

I held his intact nut and again told him that owning balls had a responsibility and he didn’t merit having them.

With all of my strength, using both hands, I tried to crush his remaining ball. I just wasn’t strong enough. In one of the cabin drawers I found a regular pair of pliers. I slipped the joint so that they would open more and found his ball with them. His screams were so loud that I had to stop and gag him with my panties and duct tape.

This time I was rewarded with the unmistakable feel of his gonad exploding. I don’t think he will be hurting women anymore.

I pulled the sheets and mattress cover off of the bed, wiped the area down for fingerprints and tossed all of the wine glasses overboard.

I left the boat and went to a 24 hour laundry-mat and washed all the material, including my drooled on panties.

On the way home, I stopped at the Gem Diner and had two eggs over easy with sausage, hash browns and coffee. I would have preferred grits, but you don’t see them much in the north east. Nutting always makes me hungry.

Respectfully submitted,

Thecia