I have a rule that does not allow me to meet, phone or cut anyone from this website. It’s just too risky.

Quite some time ago I began to get e-mails from a guy who loved my stories. I decided to write one about him. He wanted me to use his real name for this story, but I’ll just call him Simon.

My friend “Digger” checks out all of my potential “Clients.” He came to me with a dilemma; one man (Simon) had somehow found me from the archive and wanted his rather large balls removed from his body. I reluctantly agreed to meet him. He had gone through the right channels, and Digger had done a background check on him. In his e-mails I had seen his face, his body and his package, so I knew what to expect. I had even seen a clip of him lifting a 50 pound weight with a rope tied around his balls.

When we met, I liked him at once. He was witty and funny along with having youthful good looks.

I agreed to nut him prior to September (about three weeks away at the time) and he paid me my full fee plus an extra $1000.00 for being jumped to the head of the waiting list at such short notice. He was staying in a hotel in Dallas with his model girlfriend. I thought to myself, that when he loses his wedding tackle, she’ll drop him like a hot potato, despite what she said beforehand.

A week later he called my pre-paid cell phone and asked me to dinner. I never see my clients socially, but, another rule bit the dust. I met him at the Dallas Hilton Hotel restaurant, fully expecting to see his girlfriend there with him. He was alone as she had gone to Houston to see her folks.

I had an excellent stuffed salmon dish along with a few glasses of wine, perhaps too many glasses. Simon said that he had some good cognac in his room and would I like a nite cap. I knew it was a mistake, but I went.

We no sooner got in the door and he gently pressed me against the wall and kissed me. I felt his huge member pressing against me. I melted. He carried me to the bed and we fell on it together. In a flash, my simple black dress was gone and his lips were firmly attached to my left nipple, it was down hill from there. The lips that were on my nipple were somehow now on my clit. I felt myself on the edge and within a minute I began to cum. He kept going despite my protests of my clit having the post cum tender feeling. I must have cum eight times in a row. When he finally stopped I turned to catch my breath and staring me in the face was his oversized cock, it had a pearl drop of pre-cum just emerging from the tip. Before I even thought about it, I flicked the drop with my tongue and engulfed his thick member with my mouth. I could taste the sweet pre-cum almost running from his helmet tip. I gently pulled down on his low hangers and they tried to pull themselves back up, he was ready. I wanted to point his thick pole away, but my lust took over. His first spurt filled my mouth and I had to swallow in a hurry to keep from choking. I felt six or eight thick ropes of cum hit the back of my throat and swallowed each one as it shot. His big balls, still in my hand, actually felt a little smaller from the discharge.

To my surprise, he became erect again almost at once. Simon’s hand was on my still sopping wet pussy and I wanted him in me. He slid me sideways so that our bodies made a T. I felt the huge head press against my neither lips and begin to slide in just a hair. I’m built small down there, so it took a little doing to get it in. Inch by inch I felt my inner lips being parted and my vaginal walls being stretched beyond normal. A minute later he had driven that monster in to the hilt. I had never felt so full in my life, there was a certain amount of pain but with it were waves of pleasure. He started pounding me like a pile driver, his huge balls audibly slapping my against ass. I must have cum a dozen more times, all the while holding on to his balls. Finally I felt his balls tighten up and his huge dick start to pulse, I felt the streams of hot thick cum explode inside me. He came so much that it squeezed out around his still rock hard cock. We had one more round of sex and I passed out on the bed, truly fucked out. At four AM I dressed and made my way home. I could barely walk and my little pussy was sore for two or three days.

He called me again on August 28 and asked if I would like to come over and have a pizza with him. A plan began to form. I boiled my gardening shears and put them in a zip lock bag in my purse.

I met him at the appointed time and we did indeed have a pizza (with sausage and onions) and a bottle of Italian wine. I had on jeans and a light top, with nipples popping out a little. It didn’t take long for us to end up in the bedroom again. In our conversation he said, “You’ve blown me away, I never knew sex could be so good.” “I don’t want to be cut, I’ve learned to love my balls, please, keep the money and forget it.” We rolled around and had sex every which way for a couple of hours, again he must have shot a gallon of cum and I came a dozen times at least.

I giggled and told him that it was his turn to be my slave. I reached in my bag, pulled out twenty feet of quarter inch nylon rope, and proceeded to tie him to the bed posts.

I teased him, sat on his face, licked his balls and generally worked him into frenzy. I got down to a serious blow job and kept him on the edge for a very long time. There was sparkling pre-cum running out of his oversized cock. His balls pulled up and there was a one drop spurt followed by a huge ribbon of cum and another, and another. After the fifth or sixth spurt, I pulled his balls down and brought my garden shears to bear. The skin, ducts and blood vessels sheared in an instant and those beautiful, huge balls fell into my left hand. I never back out on a contract.

I put the cut nutsack on the edge of the bed and hurried to sew up the damage. I accidentally knocked the sack off of the bed and I heard the loud PLOP as they hit the floor and then rolled out of his former scrotum. I preserved his former balls in a stucky’s peanut butter jar filled with formaldehyde and put them in my purse. I knew that his girlfriend would be there at seven the next morning, so, after I stopped the bleeding, I left him there for her to find.

I went to a diner on Commerce Street and had a nice western omelet with grits and coffee. Nutting always makes me hungry.

Respectfully Submitted,

Thecia
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