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Jim has been a eunuch for a while now, and although he lost his job after losing his testosterone drive, my business is just great! I charge $10,000 up front, and $10,000 upon completion of the job, with all monetary proceeds deposited in my Cayman Island account, and the physical proceeds (proof of completion) deposited in the postal system. I try to change the methods often enough to stay one step ahead of the police. My latest job involved an older gentleman with a British accent. He lived in a huge house in the River Oaks section of Houston. His wife had died a few years before, and I think his heirs were anxious to inherit. That seems kind of cold to me, but oh well. I take the jobs as they come to me, and they DO cum to me. I would rather have enjoyed a younger mark, but I do what I have to do. The old guy was looking for a new maid, so I dressed the part and rang the door bell. His eyes lit up when he saw how I was dressed, and I promised to provide some personalized services if he hired me. I am not much into house cleaning, so I offered to start with the special services first if he would agree to hire me. He was only too happy to oblige. We went upstairs to his bedroom, and I saw that he had a giant California King bed and a master bath with a large Jacuzzi. He popped a Viagra, and looked at me so longingly. He had not had sex in a couple of years, and boy was he ready. I slowly undressed for him, making sure to give him a really good show. I really put my heart into it, feeling that he should have a really good send-off. He opened his robe, and displayed a nice hard pecker. I licked the pre-cum off the tip and eased him down onto the bed. I mounted him and began to bounce up and down while reaching behind my back to play with the balls that would soon be mine. Ironic that very likely, the payment for his balls would be money from his own bank account as passed down to his heirs. My client would get both his balls and his money. No matter, I went after him in a frenzy until he bucked, arched his back and tensed up, shooting a long pent up wad into my warm garden of delights. He fell back onto the bed a very satisfied man. My departed wife was never like that he told me as he poured up a glass of wine. We stood together in the kitchen, both of us naked as the day we were born. I kept squeezing my pussy muscles to contain his cum inside me. I wanted him to get his moneys worth, so after 30 minutes of small talk I suggested we move into the Jacuzzi bath where I would give him a nice wet blow job while we cleaned up. My wife would never give me a BJ he told me. I replied Thats OK. Ill give you a blow that youll never forget. I didnt tell him he would not have long to remember it either. We went back upstairs and I drew a rather full tub of warm water. By then I was starting to leak a little of his cum out of my vagina. I got him in the tub first, laying him on his back with his head (actually both his heads) above water. He had to hold his hands under his butt to keep his pecker head sticking out of the water far enough for me to reach it. Thank goodness for Viagra, he was hard as a rock already. I sat on his chest and doubled over, taking his prized helmet into my mouth. I licked all around the head, and he was leaking pre-cum again. Then I drew him all the way into my mouth. I had to take a deep breath each time I came up so that Id have air on the way down. When I had him swallowed up, my nose was under water. He moaned with delight with each stroke. This went on for at least 5 minutes before he blew his load. Just as his hot jets of jism began to splash the back of my throat, I pulled his legs forward along the tub, causing his head to slide under. Poor thing lifted his head and sputtered just a second before I slid up over his head and sat down. That trapped his head under water, with my pussy over his nose. He was a mass of confusion as he came into my mouth while he struggled to find some air. While he was still erupting into my talented mouth, I reached over into my purse (which I had strategically placed on the ledge of the Jacuzzi) and pulled out my box cutter. ZIP and his balls floated free. Rub-a-dub-dub two balls in a tub. He thrashed pretty violently for a while, but my weight held his head down under the water. Then he got very still & quiet. I waited a few minutes more for the end to come. His last view was of the pussy he had just enjoyed so much, and globs of his cum floating out of my nether lips and into the bath water. When he was all done, I drained the tub and put his balls into a Ziploc bag to be mailed to his heirs later. I rinsed him off with some fresh water, and cleaned up prints and residue, then left for home. I left the house spick & span for my client to move into, even the tub was only a little messy. Submitted by my ball-less sweetie, Sharon Fox [email protected] |