***

I'd been watching her for quite a while. Or him. Whatever. Well, he/she was going to be a she for sure soon enough, if my plan worked. So let's go with she.

She walked East Main from 2-4am, looking for action. About 24, hot, pretty picky, too, she wouldn't go with just anyone. She looked so damn hot in her short red and black striped school-girl skirt and white blouse, long blond hair flowing behind her as she strutted her stuff. Pretty good looking, better than the real women. But as I said, I'd been watching her for a while, and I'd seen her hike up that skirt to show what was hanging down there. Usually not hanging for long - when she got her cock out it grew stiff and long and thick pretty quickly. Nicely endowed, 8" I figured, with big loose balls. And the tits she had sticking out from underneath that creamy blouse must have been a good C cup. A dream taken form....for many, not just me. Although her regular patrons probably didn't harbor the same desires I did.

I had staked things out pretty well in advance, and my heart (and cock) were throbbing in anticipation as I cruised down East Main looking for her. Like clockwork, she was walking down the street, peering into the windows of the cars that cruised by. I had rented a Lexus, for the anonymity as well as the status - changed the plates and nobody could trace me. I slowed as I drove past her and hit the button to roll down the window. She looked at me, and I smiled.

"Looking for a date?" she asked. The game started with the classic line. "Maybe," I responded. "What've you got for me?"

She hiked up her skirt. Lovely feminine legs and ass with a beautiful cock and lovely low-hanging balls. "I got everything you could need," she answered.

"Hop in," I replied. I accelerated away after she'd settled in and fastened her seatbelt.

"How much for two hours?" I asked. She smiled, letting her fingers slide up her leg, then up her skirt, slowly lifting it away to reveal that massive erection. She started fondling her cock and balls - she'd already reeled me in, maybe she really got off on it? "Depends on what you want to do," she answered. "I want to get a little kinky," I said, grinning. "How much to let me do anything I want?"

She grinned back, not realizing just what she'd walked into - my fantasies were a bit more extreme than most people's - so extreme that I'd rarely found someone willing to play. But I couldn't let her pass by, so....

"$500 an hour, I let you do anything you want, sweetie," she said. My heart caught in my throat. "Deal," I said.

"Money up front," she smiled, as she fondled her cock with one hand and reached over to pinch my nipple with the other. "Of course," I said.

***

We pulled off the road near the state park. I peeled out a stack of $100 bills first thing and handed them to her. "Follow me," I said. She couldn't hardly refuse, it was a long walk back to town. We hiked up into the woods a ways in the moonlight until we got to the clearing. "Here," I said, grabbing her shoulders to stop her. I dropped to my knees and lifted her skirt. Her cock quickly grew erect again, and I grabbed her balls and started going down on it. It was big, long and thick, a trophy indeed. She started moaning as I undid her blouse and started fondling her (real!) breasts....preop, really my dream come true. After working on her a while I stood up and released the choke-hold on her nuts. "Back against the tree," I said. She smiled and walked coyly to the tree, then turned her back to it and leaned back. I pulled out a blindfold and approached her.

"Mmmm, you really *are* kinky," she smiled. She had no idea. After blindfolding her I got out the rope. "Spread your legs, and put your arms out over your head," I said. She complied. I tied her to the tree. She grew visibly agitated but I reassured her. "Don't worry, girl, you'll walk away - I'm no psycho killer". She relaxed into it.

When she was tied tightly I removed her blindfold and used it as a gag on her instead. She resisted playfully but was clearly already thinking of how she was going to spend her money. After she was properly gagged I tied her balls nice and tight to a weight so they hung down a good two inches below her crotch. I went down on her some more, enjoying the feeling of her cock growing stiff inside my mouth, bringing her almost to orgasm. Then I stopped and got out the pruning shears.

Her eyes grew wide and she started to struggle, but the rope was nice and tight. I pinched her nipples and noticed that, if anything, her erection got bigger. "I can't tell you how glad I am," I told her. "This really has been my fantasy for so long, and $500 an hour is quite a bargain." I put the pruning shears over her cock, right at the base, and kissed her....my own cock was getting really stiff too now, at the thought of how easy it would be to snip and watch that big hard dick flop to the forest floor - I was briefly tempted to get my cock out and snip it off as well (I had always gotten turned on by the thought of both cutting off a big hard dick as well as seeing mine cut off), but then what would be the point in that? I kissed her harder, pressing the blades against her tummy so that her whole cock was sticking out from between them, and then with one quick motion I forced the handles together.

It was lovely - that big 8" long cock, probably a good 6" in circumferance, tumbled to the ground and made an audible "plop". Blood and cum shot out in equal quantities - I came at the same time. Not to loose time I used the shears on her big balls too, they tumbled down as well. I took my trophies and dropped them into the collection jar I had waiting behind the tree, then cauterized her wounds - with a quick trip to the ER she'd have no problem, they could reroute her plumbing and might even give her a real vagina at the same time. After knocking her out with some ether I undid the ropes and left.

The trophies were taken to a taxidermist who didn't ask questions - a drunkard with gambling debts - so they now hang on my wall, big and hard and as impressive as they were when they were still attached to her. And I hear she's done well, sold her story to the tabloids and can't keep up with the business.

But I've discovered that there *is* a problem with this fetish. I fear that, like potato chips, you can't just have one.

So be careful next time you're cruising the gloryholes, or picking up a random stranger on the internet. It could change your life forever.