I finally broke the silence and asked, "Why do you always bite my dick when you’re giving me a blow job?

She gave me a scornful look, "Would you rather I stopped sucking you off altogether?"

"No, not at all, I love it when you get my dick in your mouth. The feeling of pleasure is beyond words. In fact, I've never had oral as good as yours. Not that I have much experience. I was never very good with girls."

"Well, you see…It’s kind of a reminder of who’s in charge."

"What do you mean?"

"Part of the reason I like to suck on your dick is because I am in complete control during that time. I can make you cum quickly by playing with your balls at the same time."

"Yeah, I remember you doing that to me last week. I really prefer it when you make it last longer so I can have more time to enjoy the experience. You stimulate it so good with your tongue that sometimes I want it to last forever."

"Believe me, I understand how you feel. Women are usually the ones who want sex to last forever and men want to cum quick. But it really isn’t your decision."

"How come?"

"I can make you cum as fast as I want or as slow as I want. You really don’t have any choice." Betty gave me a big smile and showed off her beautiful set of pearly white teeth. "I can even take away your manhood so that you may never cum again."

I must have had a puzzled look when I said, "What the fuck is that supposed to mean?"

"Have you ever wondered what happened to my previous boyfriends?"

"I don’t know much about them, but I just assumed that they moved on to other women."

"Now, by your own admission, I give the best blow job you ever got. Do you think you would just up and leave that for another woman, no matter how hot she was?"

"I guess not, but I might be tempted to fool around if I was away from you for awhile."

"That’s kind of what happened to one of my previous boyfriends."

"How so?"

"He had a job where he had to go out of town for a least one week every month. I made sure to drain him dry just before he left on these trips and everything went fine for a while. But then one time he came back and something was different. I couldn’t put my finger on it but when I gave him a blow job…I got a whiff of another woman’s pussy on his dick. He had tried to wash it off but the smell was still there. Just enough scent to let me know he had been cheating."

"What did you do? Break up with him?"

"Not exactly. I sucked his dick one last time." Betty smiled again, this time a wicked, sadistic smile. "Just as he started cumming, I bit real hard at the base of his cock and shook my head back and forth. By the time he finished cumming his dick was gone."

"My god, did you really do that?" I must have looked like a deer caught in the lights of an on-coming car. "You couldn’t do that! You’re just joking right?"

"I couldn’t be more serious. My next boyfriend probably didn’t cheat on me but I knew he eventually would. He had a roving eye. He always turned his head and checked out other girls whenever they walked by.

I got him really drunk one night to the point that he was feeling no pain. He had several close neighbors who would have called the police if they’d heard a man scream. Finally, he passed out in bed and I slipped his clothes off without him being aware of what was going on. I played with his limp dick for a while and realized that I could do anything to him and he wouldn’t even feel it. It seemed like the perfect time to act out my fantasy, so I chewed off his soft dick before he sobered up. It must have been fun the next morning when he went in to pee and found out that he was a dickless wonder." Betty had a brief but hearty laugh.

"What kind of woman are you?"

"The kind that’s in control! Do you want to hear about my next boyfriend? He had kind of small equipment. His dick was only about four inches long when he was hard and less than an inch when he was soft. I used to get it all in my mouth and pretend to bite it off. He seemed to like it when I did that. I think he secretly wanted it gone so he wouldn’t have to live with the shame of having a small dick. When ever we played our little game and I pretended to bite it off, he came like a fire hose every time. Even though his dick was small, he had huge balls and pumped a lot of sperm out of that little dick of his. Then one night he was in an especially submissive mood. I told him that I wanted to play our little game all the way to the end. He actually let me bite it off."

I twisted uncomfortably in my chair, "That’s kind of hard for me to believe, even if he had a small dick." I paused for a moment, then asked hopefully, "But it's only small ones you bite off, right?"

Betty shook her head firmly. "Not at all. I'll take on any size. The thick ones take longer. I have to really keep chewing and tear them open to get all the way through." She smiled broadly. "But I don't mind at all. It's just a greater feeling of accomplishment when I finally bite through a big one." Betty laughed then, and I knew she wasn't lying. "I've gotten to the point where I can estimate how long it would take me to chew a cock off based on its size." Betty licked her lips seductively. "I wonder how long it would take me to do you? Pull your pants off and let's have a look."

I hesitated, of course. But Betty barked, "Now!" and I was afraid to disobey.

I stood up and reluctantly pulled down my pants and underwear. I still wasn’t completely sure about her sincerity. Betty wouldn’t really hurt me, would she? I kept hoping that this whole conversation was an elaborate practical joke. I was however, scared enough that my dick had gone completely soft and was so small that I felt more embarrassed than anything else. "Well, here it is but I think it needs a little encouragement before you measure it."

"Good, I just happen to have a ruler handy. I’ll see if I can bring him back to life." Betty laid both hands on my upper thighs and they were warm enough to give me some sensual pleasure. She played with my balls a little and lovingly kissed the end of my dick. I was hard in no time at all and she placed the ruler at the base of my cock."

"Hmmm…Let’s see, looks like about six inches. Well, that puts you right in the middle as an average guy. About half of my boyfriends were longer and half where shorter. Of course, you understand that all of them are now a whole lot shorter than they used to be. Ha Ha Ha."

I pulled up my pants and underwear before things got out of hand. I didn’t know if I could have resisted if Betty started sucking me off. I sat down and turned to her with an inquisitive look. "So how long have you been into this kind of activity? I mean you don’t find women everyday who’ve bitten off all of their ex-boyfriends."

As she put away the ruler she spoke in a matter of fact way. "Oh, I’ve been into this a long time. Not so much the active part of biting off body parts but I started fantasizing about biting off or slicing off cocks since I was nine years old. I even wrote a book about it. You can still find it on Amazon. It’s called the Adventures of Betty Johnson. If you’re interested, you can read in detail how I emasculated dozens of guys."

I looked toward the door and started thinking about everything she had told me. I was having that what have I got myself into feeling. "So tell me…what do I have to do to avoid your wrath?"

"Do you mean me giving you…" Betty looked me straight in the eye, "the final solution so to speak?"

"Yeah, I really like having a dick. It’s been my favorite toy since I was a young boy and started playing with it on a regular basis. I can’t imagine how horrible life would be without having it attached and working properly."

"Do you love your dick more than you love me?"

"I do love you and I love being with you. But could I really love you if I didn’t have a dick?"

"Sure you could. I know you like it when we hug and kiss. You’re at your best when you lick my pussy. You might be an even better pussy licker if you didn’t have a dick to keep you distracted."

I squirmed around in my seat. This conversation was starting to make me feel drained of energy, "Yeah, but how would I ever cum without my dick?"

"I’m sure we could find a way." Betty pointed to a cabinet at the end of the hall. "I have this heavy duty anal vibrator that would make you cum, with or without your dick."

"Yuck, that sounds repulsive and downright unpleasant! I don’t want any part of an anal vibrator."

"Oh, you’d get used to it. After a while, you’d wonder why you ever needed a dick in the first place." Betty gave me a seductive smile, "You might even enjoy yourself more, giving me pleasure with your tongue."

"I really like giving you pleasure, that’s true. But what if I went into the military or went to jail or had to be away for an extended period of time? I couldn’t even jack off without a dick. Besides, what if you broke up with me? I’d be devastated more than just losing you, because I would’ve lost something that’s very important to me."

The creepiness of this situation was starting make my skin crawl and my stomach had contracted into a tight ball. I forced a smile as I got up to leave. I just wanted to get out of there. As I headed for the door my head was spinning. It would feel so good to go home and calm down for a while.

Betty got a worried look on her face, "Please don’t go. I promise not to do anything to you tonight. Let’s just lie down in the bed…next to each other and not say a word."

I was so worn out from our conversation that lying down anywhere sounded good to me.

"Okay Betty. But no blow jobs for a while until we can come to an understanding."

We entered the bedroom which was dominated by a massive, king-sized bed and its ornate headboard. I felt much more relaxed when I took off my shoes and stretched out on her comfortable mattress. We just laid there facing each other, for what seemed like an eternity, each of us afraid to touch the other. Finally, I laid my hand on her waist and she pulled close to me. She moved her head in and gave me a tender kiss. It seemed so natural to just lie there and gently hug each other. I was getting a tremendous boner once again so we slipped out of our clothing. Before I knew it, we were having a good, old-fashioned go-round of missionary position sex. I was pumping away on my knees and elbows and she was rotating her hips up to meet me in perfect rhythm. The simple pleasure of this activity reversed all of my apprehension and anxiety about Betty. When I felt her hand reaching up between my legs to tickle my balls, that set me off in a matter of seconds. I shot a huge load into her pussy and knew that I could be perfectly happy with this kind of activity and never needed to have oral sex again. I slowly drifted off to sleep with a sense of inner peace and contentment.

When I woke up the next morning, I was lying on my side with my hands cuffed behind my back. Betty was lying next to me with her naked body pressed up against me. She was running her hands gently across my chest. I knew why she had me handcuffed. She didn’t want me to try and leave again. Her voice broke the silence. "Do you need to go to the bathroom?"

"Okay, I guess I do, but these handcuffs make it hard for me to get up out of bed. Why don’t you take them off?" I should have been in a panic but Betty seemed so at ease that it made me feel calm.

"Come on, let me help you get up. I’ll take them off in a little while."

"Alright." She helped me up and into the bathroom where she lifted the lid of the toilet so I could take a leak. It felt so weird for a girl to help me like this. Not since I was three years old and my mom helped me go to the bathroom had I been assisted like this.

Before long we were back in bed with me laying on my left side and Betty on her right side in front of me in the 69 position. Her pussy was right in my face and her hand was on my cock. She started wiping the end of my dick with a Kleenex as she moved it around in her hand.

"I like a nice clean dick to play with." As she flopped it around, her other hand was playing with my balls. I tried to think of something else but I was gradually moving uncontrollably toward a raging hard-on. An erection that I couldn’t prevent.

Betty smiled and pointed it toward her face, "He’s starting to come alive."

She brought her face closer to my dick. I thought she was going to bite it, and I was terrified. "No, Betty. Don’t."

I jerked as I felt her face touch my cock. But she kept moving and wrapped both her arms around my backside. At that point I was a captive audience and couldn’t get away. Slowly she opened her mouth and licked the end of my dick with her tongue for several minutes. Eventually, she was licking the whole head in a swirling motion.

"Yum, this is the part I like the best. A cock head has such a nice spongy texture."

"I have to admit, it feels so good when you do that, I think I could cum if it went on long enough."

"Maybe it’s time to get your helmet in my mouth." With that she sucked the head into her mouth and closed her front teeth right behind it. I tensed up when she did that and got real anxious.

Betty pulled her mouth back with a chuckle, "I bet I could bite the head off easy. Like this." She got it back in her mouth and bit hard right behind the head to prove her point, and I let out a whimper. She tucked it deep in the side of her mouth and started grinding her molars together while she cheerfully chewed the head. I had started to moan loudly at this point but at least I wasn’t screaming yet.

I cried, "No, don’t! Please, Betty."

She pulled my manhood out of her mouth. "Why you’re such a crybaby. Do you want to see what it feels like when I really bite?"

"No, I don’t!"

She plunged my dick all the way down her throat until her front teeth reached the base and her nose was touching my balls. She bit down hard and I felt her teeth sink so deep that they almost touched each other. At this point I was screaming and begging for mercy.

Nooooo! Pleeeese! I’m not like the others. I’ve never cheated on you. I’ve never even looked at another woman since I met you."

Once again she pulled my cock out of her mouth and looked at me with malicious delight. "You look scared. Good. You should be. Well, I won’t bite it off just yet. We’ll go back to just having some fun. That way, you won’t see it coming. I can bite it off whenever I feel like it."

"Please don’t Betty; I’ll do anything you want. Just name it and I’ll do it."

She grinned. "In that case, you’d better get ready for some serious licking of your own. When we were fucking last night; although it was a lot of fun for both of us, you probably had more fun than I did. But you didn’t even notice that I didn’t have an orgasm. When I don’t cum, I have trouble sleeping. When I don’t get enough sleep, I get kind of annoyed and cranky. My mind starts to wander to the dark side. That is one of those particular times when I start thinking about biting off my lover’s dick. You know what I mean? Just the thought of him squirming around," She got a dreamy expression on her face, "to see him writhe in agony and scream his head off while I bite off the plaything that he loves more than me, brings a sparkle to my eye and a tingling feeling to my whole body."

"Believe me; I am truly sorry that you didn’t cum. I‘ll do whatever it takes to make you cum right now. Just give me a chance." There was desperation in my voice that she must have picked up on. She looked at me with those sharp eyes. I could see blood on her teeth. My blood. She brushed her pretty hair from her face and gave me a tender look.

"Do you think you could make my whole body tingle like it does when I think about biting off your dick?"

I sat up in bed awkwardly, which was the best I could do with my hands cuffed behind my back. "I’m sure of it! Just tell me what to do."

"Okay, you lick my pussy while I chow down on your dick."

Betty raised her ass high into the air and brought her pussy toward my face. I lowered myself back onto the bed as her carefully shaved cunt came right down on my mouth. I could smell her womanly musk as the juices made her pussy lips gleam. I inserted my tongue and started exploring her slit.

"Not like that. Get your tongue on my clit." Betty twisted around and got my wounded cock back into her mouth. I brought my face closer into it and nuzzled her lips lightly with my mouth, nose, cheeks; I licked her hood lightly and felt her jerk slightly as I touched her clit with the end of my tongue.

Without warning I felt pain. "Aaaahhheee!"

Betty was biting my dick so hard that I could feel her incisor penetrating the flesh underneath my cock. She spat my dick out like it was no better than an old piece of leather, "Stop screwing around and stick your face in there, or I’ll bite you again." From between her legs I watched Betty grab my scrotum at the base and pull up. The skin of my sack was pulled tight over my balls. "Uhmmmm, they look so delicate and fragile." She turned her head to look me square in the eye. There was a sadistic sneer on her face. "This time… I’ll bite these." She clenched her teeth in anger. "And I’ll bite your nuts as hard as I fucking can!" I watched her open her mouth and slowly bring her sharp blood-stained teeth toward my balls. Betty got them one at a time into her mouth and finally her cheeks bulged out with their considerable bulk.

Before she could bite them, I sprang into action and pushed my face into her pussy, sucking and licking, jabbing her clit with my tongue, desperate to keep Betty from sinking her teeth into my nuts.

To Be Continued...