Her Equipment
By: Jim Fox

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While on a lengthy trip to Asia I met a classy woman who had all the right equipment. I just wish she had not used it on me.


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OK I admit it. I had been away from home too long. Asia is a fun place to visit but the girls just don’t have the same curves as my wife. Anyway, at breakfast I saw a classy looking blonde. She wasn’t a young girl, but nice looking and had all the right figure to get my attention. We left the restaurant at the same time and headed for the elevator. I said “good morning” and winked.

“Horny devil aren’t you” she replied. “Would you prefer a eunuch?” I was enjoying the banter. “Oh I make those” she replied and winked. “Want to see my equipment?” I nodded yes. I have no idea why, maybe I was in disbelief, maybe I was just so in need of female companionship, “Why don’t we try your room, I’m sure you’ll enjoy checking out my equipment” she said. I led the way to my room on the 18th floor.

As soon as we got into my room she threw her arms around me. As we kissed I felt her reach around and unzip her dress. As it fell to the floor she pulled back a little giving me a nice view of her 38D figure. I had not seen anything like that since I left home. Her short professional blonde hair cut offset the nearly see-through panties & bra, and her pubic hair was neatly trimmed to a nice triangle just visible through the sheer panties.

“Do you like my equipment? Perhaps you’d like to enjoy all my equipment and in more detail” she intoned while pulling me towards the bed. “Let’s see what we have to work with here” and she began unfastening my belt.

Soon we were on the bed. “Lie on your back and let me get you started with a nice blow job. Do you want to check out my equipment too?” I nodded yes as she swung around and settled her moist pussy over my willing tongue. Her purse was on the bed near my feet, and she reached in and pulled something out. I wish I had seen what it was. I found out later that it was an ingenious little bag with three draw strings. Inside was a capsule of a very strong anesthetic and warming gel.

I buried my nose into her sweet womanhood and smelled the lovely aroma as my tongue explored her clitoris. She took my member into her mouth and swirled her tongue around the head. My goodness it felt wonderful. Then I felt something slip over my balls. It was the bag with three draw strings of course, but I didn’t know that at the time. She pulled the upper and the lower draw strings tight and tied them off, then broke the capsule by squeezing it. The draw strings sealed bag around my scrotum so the liquid would not leak out. All I could feel was a wonderful warm sensation to go with the blow job. Far from worried or concerned, I was in heaven enjoying this woman’s ministrations. It had been so long….

“Would you prefer to cum in my mouth or in my pussy?” she asked. “My equipment is equally effective either way, you clearly need to be emptied out.” I chose her pussy since the taste & smell was so good, I just had to know how it felt. “You won’t last long there” she giggled and she swung around facing away from me and lowering herself onto my prized manhood. I slid deep into her most private place, and she lifted up and settled back down as I got into a rhythm with her. Very soon I began to buck wildly and cried out, gasping for breath as I exploded in the largest orgasm I had ever had. As I did, she leaned over and pulled the middle draw string hard. Little did I know this was a thin piano wire that quickly cut through my scrotum and through the neck of her little bag, leaving the top of the neck still attached to me, while the bag itself containing my balls dropped free. I did not feel any of this since by then the anesthetic had taken full effect.

“I hope you enjoyed being a man” she said as she lifted up off of me and discretely covered my wilting penis with the bed sheets. Oh gosh I did enjoy it. She slipped on her dress & shoes, then wadded up her panties and tossed them to me as she headed for the door. It was then that I saw her little bag dangling from the remaining draw string. “What’s in the bag?” I inquired. “Oh, just your balls. Enjoy being a eunuch. You look so shocked. My husband didn’t notice until the next morning. Isn’t my equipment great? I knew you’d think so.” With that she tossed back her hair and waltzed out the door with my precious manhood. I never saw her or my balls again, but I kept her panties as a souvenir. I guess I have to admit that she did have some amazing “equipment”.

Jim Fox

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