This Saturday was no different except they couldn’t find a free table when they first arrived and had to sit at the bar. The first picture of beer was consumed Terry’s bladder needed empting so he headed for the men’s room when the band was on break. Much better able to concentrate he returned to his wife and found there was a black guy hitting on her. The man was well dressed and apparently thought his wife was free. He had his hand on her thigh and she was holding his arm. It wasn’t readily apparent whether she was pushing him away or holding him in place, but she did seemed to be as fascinated as he was.

Terry for all of it was a bit put off; he wished he had his piece with him. Not to pop the guy in the middle of the bar, but more to see that he didn’t do this again. Terry was a debit insurance agent, and like most that practice this trade he had a carry permit. This was to discourage the thugs in the lower class areas from picking up walk around money.

”Hey Karla, I’m back.” He shouted at her as he sat back on his stool.

“Yes you are dear, meet Ken, he is a stranger here in town and wanted some directions.” Replied Karla as she let go the big man’s arm and turned to her husband.

“Well glad to meet you Ken, I’m Terry and this is my wife Karla, who you have already met.” Replied Terry as they shook hands, perhaps a little harder than needed.

The rest of the evening progressed uneventfully and at 12 they headed home. They had gone over their two-pitcher limit and there was urgency when they hit the bedroom. Karla’s panties were around her ankles, Terry’s trousers around his and they fucked half on and off the bed. No foreplay just get it in and nail her to the bed. Terry was a little pissed about the black guy at the bar and wasn’t as gentle as he normally would have been. Karla, well Karla had her own fantasy. It had been a sloppy violent fuck, there was a few hairs missing from Terry and Karla. Cum and a little bit of other fluids when Karla lost it stained the beds. Karla had raked Terry’s ass several times with her nails she had cum so violently. They got their breath back and decided late as it was a shower would make them sleep better so into the bath they went.

After drying off, applying deodorant and pj’s they hopped in bed. Both were a little wired.

“That guy pissed me off.” Said Terry as he turned out the light. “He was way to familiar with you.”

“Oh don’t be such a stick, he just thought I was by myself.” Replied Karla grinning inwardly.

“Right, that’s why he had his hand on your thigh and it looked like you were encouraging him.” Said Terry.

“Are we a bit jealous?” Giggled Karla.

“I’m not sure if I am pissed at him, or you.”

“Oh come on what’s your problem, I did a little harmless flirting with him that’s all, besides like all women I’m curious about the unknown.”

“What unknown. He’s a guy, he wanted to fuck you or at least take you out to the parking lot and have you blow him, what’s the big mystery.”

“Well since you put it that way. Maybe I’m curious, black guys are supposed to have such big ones and be such talented lovers, maybe I got a cheap thrill that he was hitting on me.” Said Karla.

“You know Karla, sometimes I wonder what ever happened to that shy little girl I married.”

“She grew up, and she is curious.”

“Well you know the old saying curiosity killed the cat.” Replied Terry.

“Yes and satisfaction brought him back. There is nothing bad about a little harmless speculation.”

“I’m going to take that to mean a little while ago you were imagining it was that black guy fucking you and not me.”

“Well, you know.”

“Shit.”

“Come on don’t you think it would be sexy for me to go out and get laid by some black guy then come home and fuck you or better yet have you eat me.” Karla was leaning over whispering in his ear.

“Gee, that’s sick Karla, that’s as sick at the other one you came up with a few months ago, Me watching you making it with another woman.”

“That was sort of dreamy wasn’t it? Okay, how about this, you fuck me and he fucks you in the ass so you can tell me what it feels like.” Giggled Karla.

“Here, you want something different try this.” Terry took his wife by the hair pulling hard and put her head between his legs and fed her his cock. He moved her head up and down until he filled her mouth with cum.

“Oh Terry, I love it when you force me, you raped me at both ends tonight.”

Whispered Karla as she kissed Terry and forced her cum soaked mouth on him. “Now its your turn.” She climbed up the bed and mounted Terry’s face burying his mouth in her cunt. “Lick me, suck me, I just fucked a black guy and you clean me out lick me you worthless son of a bitch.”

“I give up.” Thought Terry as he dutifully licked his wife’s pussy. She screamed and came, a product of her own fantasies.

Sunday was uneventful; they could have been brother and sister for all the attention they paid to one another. Strangely due to all the sexual exercise neither had a hangover. Sunday papers read cover to cover, Terry did some work in the yard, Karla stayed in the house. Both worked so it was an early beddie bye time. A chaste kiss good night, and off to slumber land.

Terry had to be out collecting by nine so he was up at 6:30 having breakfast and doing the necessary to prepare for work. He unlocked the gun safe and put his 32 auto on under his suit jacket. Then went to give Karla a good by kiss. He found she was still in bed, still in the short black peignoir and lace panties that she wore. “Come on lazy bones time to shuffle off to Buffalo.’

“I can’t shuffle this morning, I’ve got some kind of a bug. Going to call in sick, they won’t miss me.” She replied in her best little girl sick voice.

“Do you need anything?" Asked Terry.

“No, I have some aspirin in the cupboard and think I’ll just stay in bed.”

“Okay, see you about five then.” Terry gave her a kiss on the forehead and headed out the door, making sure to lock the deadbolt from the outside.

Terry had what he thought was a good day, sold a couple new policies, made his collections got them deposited and headed home at 4:30. He parked in the drive way and with his key out unlocked the front door, turning the key both ways, but it was still locked. “Karla must have unlocked the door and gone out.” He thought. As was his habit he immediately unburdened himself of his pistol and locked it in the unsafe. “Hey Karla, I’m home.” He shouted. No response so he climbed the stairs to the bedroom to find his wife in pretty much the same pose as this morning still abed, still in the black peignoir, if anything she looked a little worse. “Hi there kiddo, how are you, you don’t look well.”

“Oh Terry your home, I’m still sort of sick.”

“Well I can see that, how about I fix you a nice cup of tea. That herb stuff you like.”

“That would be nice.”

“Have you spent the whole day in bed?” Asked Terry.

“Just about.”

Terry went into the bathroom to relieve himself before making the tea and found a towel wadded up and thrown on the floor. Not particularly noted for his neatness he decided with Karla not feeling well a bit of clean up was in order. So he hung the towel on the curtain rod to dry. He relieved himself in the commode making sure the color of his urine was satisfactory. Then went downstairs to the kitchen to make a pot of tea for Karla. Tea made, putting in the required amount of sugar he took it back upstairs to the bedroom. “Here is you tea Karla, hope it makes you feel better.”

“Oh you’re a love thank you so much.” His wife gushed.

Then Terry changed, hanging his suit in the closet and putting on his old tea shirt and shorts. By this time he was ready for a second go round with the commode so into the bathroom again. The best advice he had ever gotten was to never pass up a chance to use a bathroom. It had been one of those days where there hadn’t even been a convenient tree for him to use. Shaking it off and putting it back in his shorts he turned and something about the towel hanging there caught his eye. He checked the towel and it had dried stiff and had a peculiar odor to. There was a sudden flash of inductive reasoning and the answer came to him. Grabbing the towel he angrily strode into the bedroom holding it aloft: “What the fuck did you do today?”

“Terry?” Was Karla’s startled reply as she shifted backward in the bed.

“I said what the fuck did you do today you fucking cunt?”

“Terry don’t talk that way to me.”

“Shit, I’ll talk to you any way I want bitch, who was here and who did you fuck?”

“Your crazy Terry, you know that, c r a z y crazy.”

“Listen dummy the towel smells like Saturday Night at a whore house, its drying stiff as a board, who was here and who fucked you?”

“Weeeeellllll, Ken and his friend Jimmy might have stopped by.” Said Karla in her best little girl voice.

“Ken and his pal Jimmy just might have stopped by today, how the fuck did they know where you live?”

“I might have given Ken my phone number Saturday night at the club.”

“What bullshit, you made a date with him, you made a date for him stop by and fuck you because you wanted to see what a black guy was like in bed, is that it?” Shouted Terry.

“Come on Terry don’t shout, you are scaring me." See what Ken did for me.”

Karla took her panties down and showed Terry a completely bald pussy. “Ken was really good with the razor.”

“I’ll say he was, you know how much I like your bush just as it was.”

“Yeah, but Ken told me all the girls are getting their pussies shaved now and if I wanted to be a player I needed it done, so he did it for me.” Said Karla as she stared at the sheets.

“Why what a charmer he is, just happens to be in the neighborhood with a razor and shaves my wife’s pussy. What was Jimbo doing while Ken was performing this task.”

“Well he was occupied.”

“Karla, how was Jimmy the pal occupied”

“He kinda you know took his thing out and it looked so nice I sucked his balls for a while then his cock got really hard so I put it in my mouth.”

“You sucked off Jimbo while Ken Honey Child is shaving you. Then who fucked you?”

“Kinda both of them.”

“You blew them both of course for fucking you so nicely?”

“Weeelll, they were good, not as good as you of course, but still good. I kinda of like being fucked and sucking a dick at the same time. Besides in all the pictures where white woman suck off the black guy they all swallow, why is that?”

“What fucking pictures are you talking about, what are you looking at?”

“On the internet silly, there are sites with nothing but black guys fucking white women. The women all suck the black guys dick and swallow his stuff, I thought maybe it was a rule you had to obey.”

“Nobody can be that fucking dumb. You liked being gang banged by a couple of guys you don’t know, its too much to expect you to even leave the house you have to bring those two clowns into out bedroom and fuck them in out bed.”

“Terry its really strange you know, you have always told me you had eight inches down there, well Ken and Jim both said they had eight inches but there eight inches is bigger than yours. They barely fit in me and I’m just so sore now they really had to work hard to get in me.” Said Karla as she spread the lips of her pussy. “See how red and swollen I am.”

“Oh, you poor things, you were so tight they had to work to get in, it must have been a terrible burden for them to wedge themselves into you.”

“Don’t be sarcastic Terry, I’m really sore now.”

“You have my deepest sympathy, you’re lucky I don’t beat the crap out of you.”

“Why I was just experimenting, I wanted to know what it was like you can’t blame me for being curious. All the stuff I have read, the husband, that’s you is supposed to like his wife out fucking black guys. You’re supposed to want to clean me out afterward, kiss it and make it better.” Said Karla as she got off the bed and slipped her panties completely off.

“Where in the fucking world are you getting this shit, that’s disgusting.”

“Don’t be a stick. Here I was all nice and open my legs spread wide, man goo running out of me you could have gotten down and cleaned me out I would have been so happy with your face in my pussy.”

“I think you have lost your mind Karla.”

“No just having fun, it was really something, I blew Jimmy then sucked his balls, he has these really big balls and when he cums its just buckets of white stuff shooting out of the end of that big black cock, was almost more than I could swallow. Then Ken stuck his big prick in my nice shaved pussy and the fun began. Kenny’s got big balls too and he really shot a load in me, then it kinda got confused with dicks in my mouth and pussy and cum and sweat all over the place.” Karla was breathing hard. “See according to the story you are supposed to come home and clean me up.”

“I don’t know what story you are reading but it’s not in my book.” Said Terry.

“Oh honey don’t be that way, it’s a little kinky I know, but it would bind us so close together and make me feel like you still loved me.” Karla wrapped her arms around Terry and he stiffened, reaching down she gave his crotch a squeeze. “Oh mi god, your excited, you are hard as a rock.” She worked her hand down into his shorts and grabbed his cock. “You want it don’t you all this talk has you ready, I knew you’d see things my way. I sucked off both those black guys and they both came in my mouth, now kiss me.” She leaned upward and kissed Terry with a soul searching kiss inserting her tongue as far as it would go. He was stiff as board but then started to melt and respond and kissed her back. As soon as she felt this she backed to wards the bed until her calves were against the mattress. She broke the kiss and whispered in Terry’s ear: “Go down on me, eat it, clean me out, get all that goo out of me.” With her hands she forced Terry town between her legs and pushed her cunt against his face. Slowly at first he began to lick her, she pulled him in and wrapped her legs around his head and fucked his face. “They wouldn’t eat me Terry, said they weren’t termites, I knew I could depend on your to clean my pussy for me. Eat me you faggot cocksucker, suck me”

Karla came and came until she was out of breath and had to beg Terry to stop. Terry got up still sporting an erection that a cat couldn’t scratch, his face red and chapped from her freshly shaved cunt. “I’m not done with you bitch.” Terry rolled Karla on to her belly and proceeded to insert his hard cock into her rear end then he ass fucked until she screamed.”

Terry shot his load up her ass and collapsed on top. “I guess I deserved that didn’t I.” Said Karla.

“No you deserve a lot more than that, that was just the beginning. You want to be a player, fuck with thugs or whatever they are, you ought to learn about a pimp stick.” Said Terry as he took a clothes hanger from the closet and bent it to suit his purposes.

“What’s a pimp stick Honey?” Said Karla still not moving from the bed.

“Its what a pimp uses to keep his whores in line, they get out of line he gives them a taste of this.” Terry began to whip the clothes hanger down on Karla’s bare ass. She screamed and tried to roll over but Terry held her by the back of the neck and continued to beat her raising large red welts on her ass and legs. When he was satisfied he rolled her over and beat her from the face down, raising several welts on her face, her tits then he beat her cunt until it was almost swollen shut.

By this time she was a sobbing mess, unable to move and barely able to speak. Terry dropped the clothes hanger and got on the bed; still naked he had another erection from the excitement of the beating he had given his wife. He shoved his cock into here mouth and fucked her throat until he came and left his cock in until she choked down the cum.

Satisfied Terry went into the bath and showered.

Toweling off he came back into the bedroom. Through swollen lips Karla hissed at him: “You cocksucker, don’t fall asleep, cause I’ll main you.” Then she collapsed on the bed and passed out.

Terry took a blanket and slept on the downstairs couch. Karla laid awake and moaned. She took the next two days off from work, and finally went to her store on Thursday with a very heavy coat of make up all over her exposed bruises. Terry kept his routine of collecting and selling not missing a beat.

There came about a truce between them, they spoke as little as possible and generally avoided one another. Hard to do in a small Cape Cod house but they managed. After about a week most of Karla’s bruises were gone after a pizza they shared for dinner she said: “Its okay, you can come back to bed I’m cool.”

“You are sure your are cool, and aren’t planning something. Replied Terry.

“Scouts honor, I won’t do anything to you when you are sleeping.”

“Okay, just don’t make any sudden moves late at night.”

The truce had been extended. They skipped their Saturday night out for the next couple of weeks, maybe forever.

Of course either could have started a divorce. Even though mere infidelity isn’t what it used to be, being gang banged in your marital bed still carries a certain stigma. For his part Terry could have been charged with assault with a good set of grounds for divorce. He of course would have pleaded guilty and taken an anger management course as part of his probation. Problem for him of course would have been loosing his carry permit and maybe even his insurance license, a quick trip to bankruptcy for him.

So like two ships passing in the night they had certain calmness about their relationship. Terry began to relax and didn’t jump in the middle of the night when Karla moved.

Things got back to normal, or a semblance thereof. The twice a week sex romp’s weren’t resumed, but everything else was civilized and quiet. There was no name calling, and Karla didn’t talk about any of her fantasies.

It was about at the six week mark that Terry came home on Friday evening to find the house deserted. There was a note from Karla that read: “Girls Night Out, see you about 10, Karla”. Terry didn’t see much to be alarmed about so he made himself some dinner and sat down to watch a ball game on TV. The game was a laugher and kind of boring. At about 9:30 Terry went upstairs got a book and started to read. He was almost asleep when he heard Karla fumbling with the door lock trying to get in. “She must have had a few the doors unlocked.” Finally with a loud thump she got in, and he could here her moving around in the kitchen then tripping up the stairs.

“Hi there Terry.” She slurred as she finally made it to the bedroom.

“Hi yourself, have a good time with your girlfriends.” Asked Terry now wide awake.

“Weeeelllll, that note might have been a bit of a fib, the only girl out there was me.” She started to undress, throwing various feminine articles on the floor until she just had on a pair of high-heeled open back shoes, most commonly referred to as ‘fuck me’ shoes. Now she was completely naked

“Let me see if I got this straight you went out all by yourself and got smashed, is that what I am hearing?” Asked Terry.

“No that’s not it either." See I was getting some stubble on my pussy and it itched, so I called Ken and he said he would be happy to give me another shave. I didn’t want to offend you again by having him come here so I went to his place.”

“And he shaved you and what else?” Asked Terry as he started to get to his feet.

“You know it was Friday night and all and he had a couple of his buddies there to play poker so I was kinda the prize.”

“How many?”

“Four.”

“You fucked four black guys at a poker party do I have that straight?”

“Weeeeelllll, not exactly most of em did me twice and I sucked a couple of them off. See I’m all nice and wet, there is still plenty of cum in me leaking out.” Said Karla as she ran her finger into her cunt pulled it out and licked it.

“I can’t believe you did this.” Said Terry his mouth refused to close.

“I know I’ve been a bad girl and need to be punished, here beat me, make me hurt all over.” Karla handed Terry the pimp stick.

“No can’t do that again, I lost it before, won’t loose it again.”

“What? Listen you white cocksucking faggot beat me, show me you care or don’t you care that I just sucked of and fucked four black guys.” Screamed Karla.

“Just disappointed, can’t comprehend what’s wrong with you.” Said Terry as he stared at the floor.

“Why you pussy, you white punk pussy. You don’t care about me at all do you, well fuck you.” Karla slapped him across the face hard enough to make his ears ring.

That was more than Terry could stand, he grabbed the pimp stick out of Karla’s hand and struck her across he breasts raising a large welt.

“Oh shit, that’s more like it, I never came so hard in my life as when you beat me last time, do it again make me hurt.” Cried Karla.

“No, sorry just lost it when you hit me, can’t do it.” Said Terry again staring at the floor.

“Fuck you champ, you queer, punk bastard.” Karla attacked him raking her nails down his chest, then slapping him with both hands.

Terry went ballistic, blood running down his chest from her nails. He whipped the pimp stick back and forth across Karla tits, once twice three times raising bloody welts. “My cunt hit my cunt make it hurt.” Several more swings and he belly and thighs were a match for her tits. She spun around and grabbed her ankles. “Punish me, make me cry, do it, hit my ass.” Terry kept at it till her cheeks were bloody and a bright red.

“Oh god I came so many times, shit that feels so good.” Karla grabbed Terry around the neck and kissed him forcing him backward on to the bed her mouth locked on him. When he was flat on his back she mounted him and put his hard cock into her asshole and commenced to ride him like a horse. “Fuck that feels so good in me, I need to hurt I need to be punished, I’m a bad girl.” She came and came, her fingers masturbating her cunt as she rode Terry’s cock. With one great gasp she sat down as hard as she could and screamed as she had a final orgasm.

She collapsed on top of Terry his cock still in her ass. Whispering in his ear: “I fucked all those guys tonight. One would have his cock in my mouth and I’d suck till he came another would be in my cunt fucking me. They all did me in the cunt and I made sure they came and filled me up. Now its you turn to clean me up.” She slid up Terry’s body and put her cunt on his mouth, she pulled his head into her. “Lick me faggot, clean me up, those were real men that fucked me, not punk queers like you. Eat it you miserable bastard.” She squeezed and shimmied until all the cum in her womb came flowing. “Oh its lovely, I’ll do this once a week go fuck a bunch of guys and have you eat me out does that appeal to you cocksucker.”

Karla finally dismounted after making sure that she had ejected all the cum that had been in her. She laid down beside Terry and fell asleep. Terry laid there and stared at the ceiling, wondering, “what the fuck do I do now”

Early the next morning Terry’s sleep was disturbed by Karla, she seemed to be thrashing about the bed, moving this way and that. When he finally got it together enough to awaken he found he was bound hands and feet to the four corners of the bed, still naked and unable to move. He looked around the room and there was Karla, naked as a jaybird except for her ‘fuck me shoes.’

“Well good morning sleepyhead, I have a busy day planned for you and here you are still half asleep.” Giggled Karla.

“I’m sure I am going to regret asking this but why am I tied up like this?” Said Terry trying to stay calm. The memory of her warning “don’t fall asleep” crept into the forefront of his mind.

“That’s so you don’t hurt yourself while I’m working on you.” She grinned evilly.

“You are beginning to scare me Karla.” Replied Terry.

“Good, you should be scared keeps the blood flowing.” With that she pulled out the pimp stick and commenced to beat his barchest and stomach. He thrashed and cried out but she continued to make the pimp stick sing through the air until her arm tired. “This is just the first installment. My goodness look at that you are hard, your cock liked the beating. You know Terry it has been so neat having my pussy shaved, it feels so great I decided to shave you down there so you can experience the freedom of a nice close shave.” With that she pulled out a straight razor, and waved it in the air. “Ken lent me his razor, it works really well on my pussy, hopefully it will work well on your cock and balls.”

“Jeese Karla, you have trouble shaving your legs with a safety razor, how you going to do that with a straight razor.” Said Terry as he started to panic.

“Oh its really simple, the facetious answer is very slowly. We wouldn’t want to harm anything vital now would we.”?

“No we wouldn’t Karla, please, I’ll shave myself for you, just untie me and right in front of you I’ll shave my cock and balls.”

“I know you are sincere, but this is really personal with me and it will go much quicker if I do it for you. Just hold really still.” Karla leaned over and took Terry’s cock in her mouth and began to blow him. For all the activity the night before he hadn’t cum so her lips got him erect immediately. She sat up grabbed the pimp stick and once again it sang through the air as she brought it down on his cock, he screamed. “You really like that don’t you, your cock stayed hard.” Then she was off and gave his thighs and balls several hard hits with the stick. “That should soften them up again.”

She proceeded to get the straight razor and tested the sharpness of the blade. “See Honey I can’t have you running around being mad at me all the time because I have a new hobby. I enjoyed the first gangbang and even more last night four big cocks all at once. You will probably never understand it from my point of view, so it’s best that you change.”

“Change?” Inquired Terry.

“Yes change, Ken suggested it last night, said it would be perfect for you. I’m going to castrate you this morning.” Said Karla with an impish grin.

“What?”

“Oh come on, you know I’m going to cut your balls off. They aren’t much anyhow. Why last night I can hardly get Ken’s or Jimmy’s ball sack in my mouth, your aren’t even a mouth full. Plus your cock is tiny by comparison. I’ll still let you eat me and clean me out, but you won’t get as mad without your balls.”

“For heaven sake Karla let me up, untie me, jokes over.”

“Shush Honey or I may cut your cock off two, just by mistake of course.”

“What about the beatings you said you came when I beat you.”

“I do, but Kenny will beat me too if I’m a bad girl and then I get to blow him when he’s made my ass hurt. Now be quiet while I fix you up. First we tie this string on to cut off the blood.” Working his balls down far into the sack she encircled them with a wire and pulled it very tight. His balls bulged out as the circulation was cut off. “Does that hurt?”

“You know damn well it hurts.”

“Well then just wait till I cut them off, that will be the really big deal.”

”Karla please, pleases, please..”

“Sorry Honey they have got to go.” Karla went to work and Terry screamed his lungs out.

“Pleeeese Terry, I’m just shaving you, I’ll let you know when I’m ready to castrate you, then you can scream.”

“Oh.” Said Terry, he suddenly realized his right wrist was free, have gotten out of the figure eight of rope that had been holding it in place. Carefully he cocked his fist and hit his wife right on the point of the jaw. She let out a yelp and fell over backward and off the bed. Frantically, Terry started to loosen the ropes on his left wrist and his feet. Once he was free he started working on getting the tie off his balls that Karla had placed on them. He was concentrating so hard he didn’t realize Karla had gotten up, she hadn’t lost her grip on the straight razor, she held the razor behind her back so it was hidden from view as she climbed back on the bed.

“Lay back down Terry.” She said softly.

“No get this string off me it hurts and its cutting off circulation its gonna damage my balls.” Said a frustrated Terry.

“Its necklace line Terry, it has to be cut with pliers, you can’t pull it off.” She said softly.

“Well get me a pair of pliers just get this thing off me.”

“No Terry, its all for the best.” She reached out and lifted his head and kissed him long and slowly inserting her tongue and aggressively feeling his mouth. Reaching down with her free hand she massaged his cock. It got very quiet in the room. “My but you are hard Terry.” She continued to rub his cock. She leaned forward and whispered in his ear: “I’m going to fuck and suck every man I can, black, white or yellow, there’s nothing you can do about it.” Her hand slipped down to his balls which were now cold and hard. She massaged his nuts and pulled on them and the line cut even deeper into the skin. “That should be more comfortable for you, there were a couple of hairs caught in the line, I should have shaved your balls first. I want this to be very nice for you, after all it is your last sex act. Feels better doesn’t it?”

“Yes I guess.” He whispered back, he was terrible confused at the moment, what she was saying made sense, that was scary.

Still whispering she continued to lick his ear as she squeezed his balls. “I’ll come home at night my pussy full of cum all red and swollen, maybe, you can still clean me out then, it will make you feel good to be my personal servant. Your nuts feel cold Terry their dying while we sit here.” She kissed his neck and tongued his ear, he shivered, his cock getting harder as she continued to play with his cold nuts and bit his neck. “I’ll just put another piece of wire on your sack, it feels really comfortable now doesn’t it, the pressure, the cold, the anticipation of loosing your nuts?”

“Sort of, Karla I’m just so confused, I’ve done things to you I don’t like and you have done things I don’t like, its just so hard to think.” Said Terry almost crying.

“There that’s a second wire even tighter than the firs. Your balls feel really cold now. Let me finish the job, I’ll make it really nice for you when I castrate you. You don’t need your balls anymore, just lean back and let me do you.”

“You’re sure this is what is right.” He said in a quavering voice.

“Your cock is getting harder, its telling me you want to loose your balls, you want me to cut them off. When I cut them off you won’t have to worry about man things any more, or who I’m fucking, you won’t care” She licked his ear, bit his neck and continued to massage his cock. His body started to relax. “The necklace line is doing the work for me, its been closed to twenty minutes now your balls are dead, just one quick twist with the razor and you won’t be a man and have all that heavy burden to carry around, I’ll bring Ken in and blow him in front of you and it won’t make any difference to you, you’ll just be peaceful.. You will come home at night and there will be a woman sitting on my face screaming for me to eat her and yout won’t care.”

“Woman, you have someone in mind already?”

“Yes Terry, I have girl friend, she is a double gaited slut, just like me. We go down on one another and suck each other off then go do the boys in the backroom. Its over Terry, its all been decided for you, don’t fight it any more I need you without your balls, lie down and let it happen.”

His body relaxed even further, Karla pushed him down. “I know you really want this, now lie still and let Karla fix you.” Not taking any chances she put a pillow over Terry’s face and sat on it. “Spread you legs Terry so I can get to your balls.” He obligingly spread his legs wide and she commenced to castrate him. He struggled more from lack of air than anything else. She took hold of his now purple ball sack and carefully cut it free of his body with the straight razor. He jumped and bucked. “Its done Terry, I’ve got some pain medications I’ll give you, then I have to go, Ken is waiting for me said he has a surprise for me. When I get home tonight I’ll let you clean his cum out of me, just as thank you for letting me castrate you.”