Thecia's Trip Home
By: Thecia

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Thecia goes home for the holidays and meets a very interesting man on the way. Fiction and not for minors.


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Thecia’s Trip Home

My name is Thecia and I’m a 31 year old cutter. While plying my day job as an engineer I travel a lot. I’m away from home for months at a time.

This year I was determined to go home for the holidays and spend a few days with my family. As I work as a consultant for some of the major oil companies, I’m often able to hitch a ride on corporate jets, this time, just to make certain, I booked first class on a commercial airliner. The Midwest was covered with snow storms and the east coast had winds in the fifty mile per hour range, most flights were delayed.

After waiting more than five hours at Newark Airport I was beginning to regret my plans.

The wine at the airport bar went down easy. I was walking back to check the airline information TV sets when I noticed the guy walking in front of me drop his cell phone. I scooped it up and tapped him on the shoulder to return it. That started the conversation. He was a 26 year old graduate student who was also on his way home. I didn’t miss the fact that he was very cute, a little young for me, but cute.

Then the information screen told me that my flight had been canceled. His flight was canceled about three minutes later. The airline people told me that there was a three AM red eye that would get me home. The student, Jim, offered to buy me dinner at a German bar in Elizabeth. His car was in the long term lot.

The bar was a dive but it had excellent food. Foolishly, I had a few more glasses of wine.

We left the bar and got into his SUV he leaned over and kissed me. Without thinking I kissed him back. He was a great kisser and I was getting turned on. We ended up in the rear parking lot of a motel on route one. We never got to the motel, we rolled around in the back of his car. I got his dick out and it was beautiful, not massive but perfect. I couldn’t keep my lips off of it. I realized it, first I mouthed the flared helmet and let my tongue work down the shaft. His big balls were next, I mouthed each one and sucked on them. A little later I felt him getting ready to cum and I increased the tempo. When he came it was a gusher, he pumped out a huge amount of cum. I didn’t let a drop escape and swallowed every spurt. In a very few minutes his cock was rock hard again and his tongue was on my clit. I must have cum ten times before he tried to fuck me. I told him that he should use a condom, but he acted like he didn’t hear me. When I felt the tip of his beautiful cock start to open my outer pussy lips, I pushed him away and said,”No! Not without a condom.” He pinned me down and said something like, “We’re too far gone to stop.” Once more I yelled, “NO! STOP!” But he kept on driving. With my arms pinned, my 125 pound body was no match for him. He slammed me like a jack hammer. Despite my anger I came two more times before his big balls discharged their load deep inside me. When he was finished, he lay back as his hard prick finally began to soften.

I saw a small battery charger, about half the size of a toaster, on the floor of the car and picked it up. With all of my strength I hit him on the side of the head with it. He was out like a light.

I used the small roll of parachute cord that I always carry to bind him to the seat structure. I had a throw away razor in my bag and I retrieved It. I broke the plastic housing and removed the small blade from it. He woke and began to yell at me. I told him to be quiet and violently squeezed his balls to make him understand, he understood. Using the only thing I could think of, I forced my panties into his mouth and tied them there with a small piece of cord. I hefted his big sack and mumbled half to myself, “What a shame, such nice balls.” He really began to struggle then, but he only succeeded in making the cords cut deeper into his skin.

To minimize the bleeding I cut each side of his sack very near the top. As I didn’t have my kit with me, I used regular office rubber bands to tie off the cords. The little razor blade had no trouble slicing through the cords of his right nut. I held it to his face and said, “Bad decision, raping a cutter.” He tried to scream but the panties crammed in his mouth muffled the noise.

I pulled the remaining nut away from his body and said, “Say goodbye to your raping days.” In seconds it was in my hand, still warm. I didn’t have any way to save or preserve the big gonads, so I tossed them into the nearby woods. Some lucky woodland creature would have a nice feast.

I made my way back to the airport and got a seat on the 3AM red eye. Even though I had dinner, nutting makes me hungry and I gobbled up the airline meal with a glass of wine and a satisfied smile. It was a good night.

I went to my doctor for a check up and found that he didn’t have any diseases. I guess in the end I didn’t need the condom anyway. Too bad for his nuts that I learned this much later.

Respectfully submitted,

Thecia



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