I began working with a construction company as a laborer. I was
physically in terrible shape; but, I thought that a few months of
this type of work would allow me to gain some strength and to
shed some of my flab. I began working with the company in the
month of April so that by June I had in fact started to improve my
physique.

We began work on a 3 story building and were beginning to work
on the second floor when they told me to start training as an
assistant welder. This was wonderful, it was more pay and I was
certainly willing to learn. I learned a lot of things I didn’t count on
learning about welding, and about welders. At any rate, I reported
to the foreman who assigned me to work with Ann, a certified
welder. Now, I was surprised when he told me I was to work with
a female welder; I thought that all welders were men because I
knew that welding required a lot of strength. At any rate, I found
Ann and told her that I had been assigned to work with her. She
looked down at me, she must have been 6 feet tall and beautiful;
she looked over my body like a butcher inspecting a side of beef. I
found out that night that the analogy was a good one.

Ann had on a long sleeve shirt and jeans so her body was not
evident and I didn’t really think about how easily she handled the
heavy steel and welding equipment. The rest of the day went pretty
uneventfully and as we were clocking out Ann said, ” Say, why
don’t you come over to my place tonight. I always like to have the
guys I work closely with over the first night so that we can really
get to know each other. I have found that by doing this it makes
the working relationship a lot better. I promise you that you will be
surprised before the evening is over.” I was excited at the prospect
and readily agreed. We planned the time, etc. and I went home to
clean up.

I arrived at Ann’s place about 15 minutes late. I rang the door bell
and Ann threw open the door suddenly, reached out and grabbed
my arm and pulled me into the house. She did this with such speed
and with such force that I was sent hurling into the next room,
where I lost my balance and ended up on the floor. I looked up and
started to ask her what in the hell was going on, but when I saw
her my mouth just fell open. She was in a bikini and she was
beautiful. I also noticed that she had muscles; I mean real muscles.
Not the soft looking girl muscles, but real hard looking muscles.

She looked at me with a smirk on that beautiful face and said, ”
rule number one, you be where I tell you to be, when I tell you to
be there. I see you are taken with my body; I plan to take you apart
with it and then I’ll put you back together the way I want you when
I’m through seeing what makes you tick. First we’ll eat dinner; I
want you to have as much energy and strength as you can muster
in that weak little body of yours. I can tell by looking at you that
you are a weakling and will be no contest for my great strength.
Before this night is over you will be in my complete control. Now,
stand up here and strip to your underwear, I want to have a
comparison of muscles. Move, wimp or I’ll trash you before we
eat.” I stripped as fast as I could. Ann was right it was no contest;
her muscles were bigger and more developed than any of mine. I
knew then that I was in for whatever she had in mind and I could
not do anything about it.

She enjoyed herself as she flexed and compared her well
developed muscles with my average muscles. She would feel and
measure mine and then explode hers and make me feel and
measure them. I was devastated, and we hadn’t even started the
“contests” yet. Her arms were solid as stone and were massive in
size; but, her legs were the real scary part of her body. Ann’s legs
were beautiful; long and sleek until she flexed her muscles. When
she did this those legs turned into massive pillars of muscle. I
knew she could crush me into helplessness if she ever got her legs
wrapped around my body.

We ate dinner and moved into the family room. She had all the
furniture moved back against the walls to expose a large open area.
Ann sat on a couch and motioned for me to sit down next to her. ”
Well, little man, did you get enough to eat ? I hope that you will
have enough energy to make this at least a little interesting. Most
men I’ve wrestled against have been so outclassed that I haven’t
had a good workout in a long time. I can tell by just looking at
your body compared to mine that you aren’t man enough to take
me; but I can’t wait to tie you in knots. I really haven’t felt as
powerful as I feel today in a while. I’ll try to take it easy on you so
that you last for a little while anyway. I’m going to limber up a bit
and then we’ll start your lessons. ”

Ann rose from the couch and began to put on a show for me as she
limbered up her body. She knew that I was mesmerized by her
beautiful body and her powerful looking muscles. After she had
stretched for a few minutes she walked over to me and grabbed a
handful of hair, pulled me off of the couch and slammed me into a
crushing headlock.

” Let’s see how tough your head is. I’ll bet you I can knock you
out before you can even submit. Keep your hand on my arm as I
put on the power. Are you ready ? Here goes. ”

She flexed her arms and jerked my neck into her body and I went
out like a light. She had done it; I never even had a chance to
submit before she put me on ice.

As I came to Ann was leaning against a table with her ankles
crossed, looking down at me. I shook my head in an attempt to
clear out the cob webs. Ann walked over and stood over me; as I
looked up into her smiling face she flexed up her arms and let out
a yell of ” Yeah, you’re no match for these babies. And my friend I
haven’t even gotten warmed up yet. Now you know why I can
move that heavy welding equipment and those steel beams so
easily. Before we’re through here you’ll be so afraid of my strength
that you will shake when I look at you in an angry way. Now get
up here, I’m going to let you put me in a bear hug and see how
hard you can squeeze. ” I got to my feet and wrapped my arms
around her; my face was directly in front of her boobs so I turned
my head to the side and quickly jerked my arms toward me and
squeezed her as hard as I could. Ann laughed and said, ” is that as
hard as you can squeeze ? Come on, little man, put some muscle
into it. My, my what a weakling you are; I’m not sure you will be
any use to me on the job. Here let me show you what a real bear
hug feels like. ” She wrapped her arms around my body and
counted to three, then she slowly increased the power. It was like a
python; she squeezed the breathe out of me and I once again went
down into unconsciousness.

This time when I came to Ann was leaning up against the wall
looking down at my wasted body. She wasn’t even sweating and
she had knocked me out twice. ” How about that for power, wimp
? Get up here and feel these arms. I’ve got one more demonstration
of my arm strength for you, then we move on to the real strength –
my legs. ” I stood up on wobbly legs and felt her 16 inch biceps;
they felt like steel. Ann was grinning like a Cheshire cat as she
placed one hand around my throat and one hand on my crotch. She
then lifted me above her head. My head was spinning; she was
doing presses with my body. After a few presses she began to drop
me onto her shoulders; then she put my back on those shoulders of
hers and began to bend me across them. I thought my back was
going to break. I began to beg for mercy. Ann laughed, ” is the
baby hurting ? Is Ann too much woman for you ? Louder, I can’t
hear you; beg me to stop. ” I begged her in as loud a voice as I
could muster; and the panic in my voice was real. Finally she
stopped, and dropped me in a heap at her feet. I laid there curled
up in a fetal position at the feet of this beautiful woman who was
beating me like I had never been beaten.
” We’ll take a rest now so you can gain some of your strength back
and then I’m going to work you over with my legs. I know you
have been watching them; and in a few minutes you are going to
feel some real power. You may feel the muscles in my legs and
think about what I’ve said. ” As she flexed her long, beautiful legs
the muscles were etched and solid as her arms. The look on my
face must have been one of total humiliation and resignation.

We rested for a short time and then Ann said, ” now, big boy I’ll
give you another chance to put me in a hold. I’m going to lay down
on my back and let you get on top. If you can pin me for the count
of three then you win and I’m yours. If not you are mine. ” I sat
down on her stomach and pinned her wrist to the floor. Ann said
go and then began to try to raise her arms. I was concentrating on
her arms so hard that I didn’t realize until it was too late that she
had also begun to raise her legs toward my head. Within a second
she had her long legs wrapped around my neck. As she pulled back
with her legs I let go of her arms. She held onto my legs and began
to bend my back in a version of a surfboard hold. I thought my
neck and back were both going to break. ” Interesting hold isn’t it
Timmy boy. If I squeeze with my legs I might break your neck; if
I pull down anymore I could snap your back like a twig. Yes sir,
I’ve got you tied up like a pretzel. Remember the deal, you are
mine. ” She let go and pushed me off of her. She stood up and
grabbed a handful of hair; then she raised my head up and placed
my neck between her calves. Without a word she stood up on her
toes and then suddenly flexed every muscle in her legs. I couldn’t
do anything but make croaking noises as she once again knocked
me out.

As I came to; Ann was sitting down next to me. Then I felt the
weight of her legs around my waist. Before I had fully regained
consciousness she placed one of my hands on her thigh and flexed
that awesome muscle. I was out again before I knew what hit me.
This time when I came to she was standing over me. She pinched
my nose with her toes so hard that my eyes began to water. Then
she said, ” I’m just getting warmed up and it looks like you are
spent. I hope that you can last through the rest of the workout.
Now put that scrawny head in between my thighs and let me see if
I can crush your skull. ” I did as she had commanded me. Ann
began to crush me in a standing head scissors with such force that I
began to cry for her to stop the pain. She would squeeze me to the
brink of unconsciousness and then let up and squeeze me again.
After several minutes of this she stopped. I fell to the floor; but
Ann wasn’t through yet. She rolled me over on to my back and the
picked my head up and put me back in between her thighs. Once
again the crushing squeeze.

” Feel my thighs as I flex them. I want to see your face as you
realize that I can crush you to death with these legs. You had better
remember this at work or I might do this to you while we’re on a I
beam. Good night pip squeak, it’s time for you to go out again. ”
She tensed her legs and I could hear her laugh at me as I went out.

Ann was still in her bikini when I awoke. She sat on my chest and
raised my head up to look right into her massive boobs. then she
flexed her arms. She stripped me and made me crawl behind her as
she walked around her apartment. She would stop from time to
time and flex her muscles. After about 30 minutes of this my knees
were raw. Ann finally sat down on her couch and spread her legs. ”
Lay down here between these babies, I’ve got to have a man
between my legs right now. ” I laid with my face in her boobs and
her legs wrapped around my waist. Ann crushed my body into hers
and I was almost out again. Then she slammed my head into her
crotch and used my nose to masturbate herself with. As she
climaxed she squeezed with such force that I was unconscious
again.

Ann used me all weekend like this. By Sunday when she let me go
I knew who the boss was and that her power over me was
complete.

One afternoon in 1983, a couple came into my office, a hefty
woman, around 45, and a young man around 26 or so. They sat down
and the conversation that was struck that day amazed me and left
me speechless. The woman sat down and the man stood behind her.
She introduced herself then introduced the man. She simply said,
“This is my houseboy and personal slave.” She snapped her
fingers and this young man knelt down beside her chair, never
saying a word. I was shocked. She explained that they lived a
different lifestyle from most people. She explained how her slave
had given his life to her service.

Now I wasn’t born yesterday. I’d read stories about this -
I was fascinated. “Well, what can I do for you?” I asked.

“We’re looking for a woman doctor to help us. You see, my
slave here has agreed to give his manhood to me. We need a
doctor to perform the surgery.”

I was dumbfounded. I was going to flat out say no. I mean a
doctor can lose his or her license for performing an unnecessary
surgery like that. However, she told me she understood it was
illegal but was asking me to bend the rules a bit. She explained
how she too would want this quiet, and she promised not to make
public her visit. She tried to make me understand how
significant this offer made to her was. For a slave to offer his
manhood was the ultimate sacrifice every woman in her select
circle of lady friends desires. Also, she said she had very
personal reasons for asking for this unique surgery. She gave me
her number and ask me to think about it and then to call her.
Well I thought about her visit for two weeks. I couldn’t get it
out of my mind. Finally I called her. She asked me to come to
her home for supper.

I arrived at her home around 6:30. She met me at the door
and directed me to the kitchen. There I found this young man
totally in the nude, making final preperations for the evening
meal. We sat down and her slave served us dinner, but he didn’t
join us; he stood at attention behind and to her left. At
dinner, she explained that her slave had been her property for
five years. She worked and he took care of the house and was not
allowed out of the house unsupervised. She said he was not
supposed to relieve himself without permission. That was where
her slave had faltered. She had bought him cock collar after
cock collar, but he kept getting out of them. “There’s nothing
that pisses me off more than a slave who continually plays with
his ugly cock and disobeys my orders. This slave is the horniest
slave I’ve ever seen,” she said. She made it quite clear that
she was the boss, and that his latest infraction had violated his
oath to her.

She then took a plate and scraped off the scraps on her
plate. Then she took the scraps from my plate. She set the
plate on the floor and her slave knelt down and began to eat them
like a dog. I sat there in total amazement.

“You know what he did last week?” she asked as I shook my
head. “I took him out of his cock collar. He promised that he
wouldn’t cum. He was lying in front of the chair and I was using
his face and body as a footrest, when my foot just happened to
brush against his cock. And he shot a load of cum all over my
foot! It was disgusting. Well, that was it. For five years he
hasn’t been able to control his urges or his cock. I made up my
mind I was going to get rid of him. There’s an old black woman
down in Brooklyn who has shown some interest in him at some of
our parties. I was getting ready to call her when my worthless
and undisciplined slave volunteered to give up his manhood for
me. And I think that is the only way to control his urges for
self gratification. That’s why we called on you.”

We went into the living room as her slave cleaned up. She
said that what she really wanted was not for me to do the
surgery, but she wanted me to be present so she could do the
surgery herself. In other words, I was to talk her through it.
That wouldn’t be so difficult. Castrations are done by farmers
everyday (of course on cows and pigs). We talked some time about
the operation. “You know something?” she said. “I’m going to
miss his balls. You don’t know how much fun they are to torment.
I like to put weights on them and watch them stretch. And when I
bend him over to put a whip to his backside, it’s exciting to
watch his balls dangle between his legs. It gives me something
to try to hit. You know, he has some nice balls.”

“Yes,” I said, “I noticed that at dinner.”

“They’re so big and loose this time of year, it almost seems
a shame to remove them.”

“We don’t have to remove them if you’d rather not,” I said.
“There are alternatives.”

“I thought the only way to handle this was to remove his
balls.” she questioned.

“Oh, heavens no. You see, there are various forms of
castration. The most common is the type that farmers do. They
are trying to improve their herd so they sterilize all the bulls
except their stud bull. They do that by removing the testicles.
Another way is to remove the entire genitals. That can be
considered a major surgery. I think we had better rule that one
out. But the final way is the way that I think would fit your
purpose.”

With that, I drew a brief drawing of what I was talking
about. “You see,” I said, “what we do is basically remove the
penis. Not all of it; we’d have to leave a very small stub,
giving us room to clamp off the blood vessels. Also, that stub
will save room for the urethra. He has to pee. You see,” I said
as I drew a jagged line across the drawing, “all we have to do is
make a cut above the rest, leaving those beautiful balls for you
to torment as much as you please.”

“You make it sound so simple,” she exclaimed.

“It basically is. I mean the penis is only skin and muscle.
Contrary to belief, there is no bone there. The biggest problem
will be to cut off the blood vessels. Once we deaden and
localize the area, the muscles will go limp.”

“Will he be awake for this?”

“Sure. Once he’s been deadened, he won’t feel a thing.”

She looked at me in amazement. “Will his voice change? You
know the stories, the ones about the high squeeky voice and all.”

“No. Here’s the beauty of this type of operation. All the
male hormones are supplied by the testicles. We’re not removing
the testicles. What we are going to do is remove the highly
sensitive underside of the penis. I don’t know about you, but
I’ve never seen a man cum without rubbing and stroking his penis.
By removing the penis, there is nothing for him to stroke. The
cruel part is that the juices will be bubbling in his balls.
He’ll still be horny, but there can never be release. He’ll be
hornier than ever, but he must suffer through it. I mean this is
permanent. It’s pretty cruel, probably the worst thing you can
do to a man.”

“Yeah,” she answered with an evil gleam in her eye. ” But it
sure is exciting to think about, ain’t it?”

I had to admit that it did make my juices flow. At that time
her slave came in. He knelt down at her feet and kissed both of
them. We started telling her slave about the surgery. We
described how it would be done and what the consequences would
be. But before we finished, he began crying. He looked into his
mistress’s eyes and asked, “Isn’t there another way?”

She reached down and gently brushed his head. “I’m afraid
not, Tony. I’ve been patient with you for five years. You just
can’t control yourself. I want you to understand. I won’t make
you do anything. What I’m saying is that I need a slave I can
depend on. The choice is yours. If you stay with me, you’ll
have to be fixed for your own good. If not, I’ll have to take
another slave. In fact, Mary has offered to give me Barry if you
decide to go. You’re better looking, Tony, and even better hung,
but Barry is more diligent and has remarkable control. Tony, I
think I deserve the the best slave I can get. Don’t you think
so?”

He shook his head in agreement, but I could tell he was
devastated to be involved in the conversation.

Looking at me she asked, “Where do you propose we make the
cut?”

Motioning for Tony to come over to my chair, I proceeded to
use Tony’s penis to illustrate where the final transection would
take place, when I marveled, “My what an enormous penis he has.
It must be at least 8″ long. It seems a sin to cut off so much
beautiful cock. What a waste, when scores of men would love to
have this cock. A lot of women, too, I might add.”

“Yes,” she said, “too bad he has absolutely control over his
urges. I want a slave who eats and sleeps thinking about
pleasing me. He says he wants to be my slave, but he
concentrates more on his own sexual urges than on mine. And for
women who run in my circle, there’s no excuse for that. The
whole essence of a female dominant lifestyle is sexual
fulfillment for her and sexual denial for him. Tony refuses to
be denied. It’s time he accepts denial, or I have no place for
him in my domain. I’ve been patient long enough.”

She seemed quite determined as I proceeded to illustrate
where to place the cut above the rest of his genitals. Reaching
out, I took hold of his erect penis, and with my other hand I ran
my finger across an invisible line just above his balls. “I’d say
we’d remove it right about here, leaving him a short little
stub.”

But before I could get another sentence out, Tony’s penis
spasmed right in my hand and a huge glob of cum shot all over my
fingers. As I jerked away, this eruption spewed all over the
floor.

“How disgusting,” I groaned, shaking cum from my hand.

The woman sprang up and slapped him to the floor and started
screaming at him. He was crying, “I’m sorry! I’m sorry!” as she
screamed, “Lick this mess up! Lick it up!” Then he was on all
fours, licking sperm off the floor.

When I returned from the bathroom where I had gone to wash my
sticky hands, she had him standing in the corner yelling
obscenities at him. She had produced a paddle and was smacking
his ass with it. All the while he sobbed, “I’m sorry! I couldn’t
help it!” But she kept landing that paddle on his butt!

“Doctor, it’s you who should be doing this,” she said,
offering me the paddle. “It was you hand that he defiled.”

Now this is not what I expected. His butt was already red,
but he made me mad. I took the paddle and smacked his ass as
hard as I could at least ten times. And he kept crying, “I’m
sorry! I’m sorry!”

“You see, doctor, he has absolutely no control. It’s a
perfect waste of a beautiful cock. I can’t even use him as my
stud, for no sooner do I put that long hard penis inside me, when
he shoots and the looses his hard-on. He’s got to be fixed.
He’s disappointed me for the last time. I can’t even bring my
girlfriends over as I could never be sure he wouldn’t make a mess
on one of them.”

“I don’t understand it,” I said. “All I did was simply touch
it!”

“That’s all it takes… what a tragedy. A beautiful cock
gone to hell. I can’t ride it; I can’t even torment it. What a
bunch of bullshit… You know, my sister has a slave that has
teriffic staying power. He’s in control of his balls and goes
for weeks before he is allowed an orgasm. He doesn’t cheat,
either. He doesn’t sneak off and play with himself, either. He
turned his balls over to my sister and he’s happy to accept his
slave status… But not Tony. He sneaks around, shoots at the
drop of a hat, and denies the thing every dominant woman must
have — complete control over his sex life. He’s got to be
fixed.”

Tony was still in the corner, crying like a whipped dog. I
felt sorry for him but could understand the situation. So I
decided I’d help. We made arrangements to practice so that she
would be able to perform the surgery. For the next two weeks we
practiced the surgry. I’d arrive at her house. (I wasn’t about
to do this in my office.) I’d bring a thick sausage to practice
on. We’d take needles and practice injecting the novacaine. And
at the end of each session, that knife would slice the sausage
into two parts and each time I watched, my pussy creamed,
thinking about the real thing.

Finally the evening came. I arrived at her house with all
the surgical equipment. There were several cars parked out front
and when I entered, there in the living room were six other women
that I had never seen.

“Well, I guess this is the night,” my hostess said, greeting
me at the door. “Let me introduce you to some of my friends.”

As I was being introduced, I found myself shocked and amazed
at the way some of the women were dressed. Some wore leather
with spiked boots, while others dressed more casually. They
apparently were fellow dominants invited to watch the
proceedings. There ws also a man dressed in a maid’s outfit,
walking around in heels. He approached me with a tray and
offered me a drink which I gladly took.

When we entered the living room, low and behold, there was a
totally naked man lying face up in front of the couch and two
ladies were resting their feet on him. They were using him as a
footrest and one big old fat woman had her foot smack in his
face. But the amazing thing is the complete mater-of-factness
about the whole thing. Yet each lady I was introduced to was
exceedingly nice and friendly.

The only seat available in the room was on the couch. “Have
a seat, doctor,” the fat woman on the couch said, as she patted
the place beside her. I had to step over the man on the floor.
And I sat down. “Don’t be shy. This slave is down there to be
used . Feel free,” the fat woman said. Well, when in Rome, I
thought to myself. I slipped off my shoes and rested my feet on
this man’s chest.

“Doctor, let me introduce you to Tony’s mother,” the hostess
said as she pointed to the fat lady on my left.

In shock I exclaimed, “Tony’s mother?”

“Yes, you see it was Tony’s mother who gave him to me five
years ago. I was sure I could solve his problem, but I just
can’t.”

“You see, doctor, Tony’s had an overactive penis since he was
a boy. He was always masturbating himself crazy,” his mother
said. “I knew he had a problem when I had him, so I gave him to
another mistress who could deal with him in a more mistress-like
way.”

“I’ve tried, heaven knows! It has just come down to this,”
Tony’s mistress said in an apologetic way.

“Yes, it’s too bad. But being fixed seemes to be the only
answer. I couldn’t control him when I had him. What does the
good book say: ‘If thy eye offends thee, pluck it out,’ or
something like that. I just hope it won’t hurt too much,” Tony’s
mother said.

“Once he’s deadened, he won’t feel a thing. Though the
needles hurt some, we can’t help that,” I assured her.

For the next fifteen minutes we ladies talked. They had
hundreds of questions to ask and I did my best to answer them.
But in no time, we were on our way downstairs. It was time for
the thing to be done.

Tony was already bound to a sort of X-frame with his hands
bound overhead and his legs fastened at the bottem arms of the X.
Across the middle, he was also bound with straps around his
thighs so he couldn’t move. The rest of the ladies took seats in
the chairs provided. One of the ladies I noticed didn’t even
hesitate. She raised her dress, spred her legs and after sitting
down, forced the man in the maid’s outfit to bury his face
between her legs. She simply laid back and prepared to enjoy the
so-called entertainment. I remember one other woman saying,
“That sounds like a good idea,” and she took the naked man who
for a time had been my footrest, and pushed his face between her
legs also. It was apparent that these ladies were here to have a
good time.

As we prepared the equipment, Tony’s mother went up to her
son and rubbed her hand gently over his cheek, showing her
concern.

“Mom,” he whispered, “they’re going to cut my penis off.”

“Yes, I know, dear. I’m sorry. But I think we both know
this is for the best,” she said, still stroking his face.

“Mom, I just can’t help it. It just errupts. I try! I
really try! I want to be good, but I can’t control it!” he
cried.

“I know,” she said. “My poor baby. Ever since you were a
boy, just eleven or twelve, you’ve wanted to be a slave.
Remember the time I caught you dressing in my clothes? I was so
mad, I spanked you but the spanking only excited you more. You
shot your load then and I hadn’t even touched you. It simply had
rubbed itself across my lap. You’ve always wanted this. I’d
find those domination magazines under your mattress. I told
myself that you were different. Some mothers look to their sons
to be doctors or lawers, but I knew you would make some woman an
excellent houseboy and personal body slave someday. You were
always so docile and shy. But I loved you for what you were.
Some people are born to serve and you could do worse than live to
make some woman happy.”

“Mom, you’ll always be my favorite girl. But right now I’m
scared. Mom, she wants me to give up my penis, my sex life or
she won’t keep me. I don’t want to lose her, but I don’t think
it’s fair. It’s too much. She’s being unreasonable,” he
pleaded.

“Now you hush. Your mistress is one of the finest ladies I
know. She treats you right. She fulfills everything you’ve ever
wanted. When I found her for you I knew she was right for my
boy. But a mistress has to do what is best for her and her
domain. Your problem is always going to be a wedge in that
relationship. When this thing is over you’ll both be happier.
Every time you give her an orgasm, you’ll both know it was done
unselfishly. You serving her for service’s sake. That’s
important to a mistress. You can’t serve two masters. You’ll
come to see that her pleasure is your pleasure. You serve your
mistress from your heart, not your cock. A woman wants that.
And I hope when this is over, your mistress will come to me and
say that you are the best slave she’s ever had. That would make
me proud.”

“I know, but I sometimes wish it was like it used to be.
Remember when I started college. I though I’d knock your socks
off when I asked you to take me as your slave?”

She laughed, “Surprised the hell out of me, but I was a sport
and said yes.”

“Shocked me, too,” he said. “You didn’t even hesitate.”

“I knew all about you, remember. Remember the schedule I set
up for you to do the housework? And that frilly lace apron I
made you wear? I’d get a kick watching you do the housework
completely naked, except in that apron and your high heels,” she
laughed.

“I did a pretty good job, though.”

“Sure did. I always knew you’d be a good houseboy. I
especially liked the way you’d lick my toes then slowly blow on
them. And boy, how can I forget the way you eat pussy. You used
to eat my pussy by the hour. I miss that,” she confessed. “But
dammit, Tony, you always would mess up my sheets. You couldn’t
put a handle on that penis of yours. In fact, if I’d kept you,
I’d probably be doing the same thing. It’s got to be done.”

“I know, Mom. I guess that’s why I agreed to this,” he said.

“Tony,” she said, looking out at the women who were there to
watch, “these ladies are here to watch something special. What
your doing is the supreme, unselfish act any slave can do for his
loving mistress. In a way, I’m very proud of you.”

His mother sat down to watch. I think, as strange as the
whole thing sounds, she was proud of her son, and disappointed at
the same time. She surely realized what he was about to lose.
Forever. But deep down she knew that this was for the best.

With everything now ready, I sat down with the other ladies.
Tony’s mistress was prepared to do the whole thing by herself.
All eyes were on the bound, naked young man with the enormous
cock and balls.

“Tony, before we complete what must be done, as your loving
mistress, I want you to experience one last orgasm. Your last
cum.” The ladies in the room chorused the chant, “One last
come… one last cum…”

Tony’s penis was erect and firm as his mistress took her hand
and gently stroked his cock. It wasn’t even ten seconds and his
balls shot a geyser of sperm. His mistress shook her head and
whispered, “Even now he can’t last longer than a few seconds.”
The room was full of electricity. The chorus “One last cum,” the
stroking of the penis and the moans as Tony orgasmed his last
time.

Cleaning the mess, his mistress wiped his cock and balls with
alcohol. Then taking the needle, as we had practiced, all eyes
watched as the needle slid underneath the skin at the base of the
penis. She squeezed the fluid in, then removed the needle and
injected it again, only underneath where she had made the first
injection. She did quite well. Only this time it wasn’t a
sausage. It would take five minutes for the area to deaden
enough to proceed.

Next, she took the clamp and about halh an inch above his
scrotum she applied the clamp and tightened it as tight as she
could. This of course would restrict the flow of blood, allowing
her to seal off the blood vessels once the transsection was made.
His penis was perfectly limp now. It hung long and lanky. She
took it in her hand, flipped it back and forth, lifted it and let
it go, watching it swing freely.

Looking at Tony, she took the needle and poked the base of
his penis. “Do you feel anything, slave?” she asked.

“No, nothing, Mistress.” he answered.

“Is there anything you’d like to say before the thing is
done?” she asked.

“Mistress, I would like to say that I understand.” With
courage, he looked out at the ladies who were creaming with
excitement from what they were seeing. He stoically said, “And
all you other ladies here, I want you to know that I’m giving my
mistress my penis because I love her, and I want her to be happy.
As my mom told me, I’ve always wanted to be a slave, ever since I
was in junior high school. But I haven’t been a very good slave.
I have been too selfish and uncontrollable. I hope this will make
me a good slave.”

“Tony,” his mistress said, with a proud look in her eyes,
“I’ll bet after this you’ll be the best slave that any woman can
have. It’s a great sacrifice you’re making for me and today
you’ve made me very very proud.”

With that, she picked up the knife. It wasn’t a surgical
knife. She had insisted she use one of her kitchen knives. “It
adds excitement to it,” she said to me. And I guess that’s true.
I’ll bet there’s not a woman out there who has cut through one of
those thick hot dogs or sausages and hasn’t in her mind thought,
“what if this were what’s-his-name’s cock!” Besides, I had taken
the knife to the clinic and sterilized it.

Reaching out with her left hand, she took the glans of his
penis and stretched it straight out. She held the knife in her
right hand and brought it within inches of his penis.

Now I have to relay what was happening from the audience. all
eyes were on the knife, but each lady had either a hand or a face
in her pussy. The woman next to me had taken her breasts out of
her outfit and was rolling her fingers and kneading her erect
nipple and with her other hand she was furiously rubbing her
pussy. Her eyes, as big as saucers, were fixed on the knife and
from from her lips the words, “Doit, do it, doit,” could be
heard.

In fact, every woman except Tony’s mother was on the verge of
sexual explosion as each one got so wrapped in it. I too slid my
hand down into my panties and rubbed my clitoris. I couldn’t
help it. And soon, more of the ladies took up the chant, “Do it,
do it, do it.”

And we watched. And we watched. Pulling his penis even
more, she let the knife blade slowly descend until it came to
rest on that invisible line that lay ‘a cut above the rest.’ In
less than a few seconds, the knife, in a sliding motion, sliced
cleanly through the flesh. And like a champion with her prize,
she lifted it for all to see. From her left hand hung the ‘penis
of many troubles.’ It would cause no one trouble anymore.
The women all moaned and seemingly erupted. They literally
shook in their chairs as they orgasmed to what they had seen with
their unbelieving eyes. I too uncontrollably exploded in the
best orgasm I had had in years. It was purely Freudian. But it
was more than my libido could stand. Call it penis envy. Call
it sadism. Call it anything you want, but my pussy shook and I
simply closed my eyes and blacked out for nearly a minute. When
I came to, I found my hostess busy preparing the wound; so I
jumped up to help.

When I was finished, we released Tony who looked beaten but
in good shape. I took him upstairs to lie down and rest. I
administered him a shot to make him sleep. Then I went to the
bathroom to wash my hands.

Returning to the dining room, I found all the ladies around
the table. Someone had washed Tony’s penis, and it lay on a
tray. Each woman reached out and squeezed it or touched it in
some fashion. There before them lay the ‘penis of many
troubles.’

Tony’s mistress seemed to have a little regret in her voice
as she said, “I wish I hadn’t had to do it.”

Tony’s mother gently took her by the arm. “Don’t blame
yourself. It had to be done. I know Tony. He loves and
worships you. And above all else, he wants to be a good slave,
but his penis always stopped him. It won’t stop him anymore.”

“I know,” she said. “He had the most beautiful cock,” she
said, pinching it between her thumb and forefinger. “I just wish
he could have controlled it.”

“What are you going to do with his penis?” one of the ladies
asked.

“I’ve got a beautiful decorated jar. I plan to keep it as a
reminder of this day. That way Tony can, from time to time, look
at it and remember. It will help remind us both of what was
sacrificed this day.”

I checked on Tony off and on for a few weeks. He healed fine
and the skin covered over the wound, giving him the tiniest
little stub. Tony’s problem was solved. There wasn’t enough for
him to accomplish an orgasm.

I haven’t seen them for years. However, that Christmas I
received a nice Christmas card from Tony and his Mistress. From
what Tony wrote on the card, I could imagine that things were
running smoothly at their home. Tony worte, “Thank you for all
you help. Come this Christmas season you will have truly helped
me to understand that it is more blessed to give than to
receive.”

I love to drive fast in my red Trans Am and the traffic was
getting heavier in the left
lane from those drivers who won’t get over once they’ve passed. Two
motorclyclists were ahead of me going at a good clip. I noticed one
in an orange Harley Davidson sweatshirt with the sleeves cut off
at the shoulders
revealing nice tanned, muscular arms and no tattoos.
He was smiling at his buddy and
they both gave this feeling, `Ain’t this a kick!’ They were about to
pass a car towing boat when a Saab wanted to pass so the orange shirted
guy motioned him to go ahead. What a nice guy.

We all got passed the car/boat, then the Saab and the
motorcyclists moved over in the right lane and I passed. As I passed I
gave them a big smile and orange shirt smiled back. Some guy in a red
Porsche was desperate to pass me even at 85 so I pulled in front of the
motorcycles. Orange shirt was still smiling at me. We got locked in
this position for a while as the traffic streamed by. Then I pulled
out and went a little faster, they kept up for a short time and then I
had the urge to move on, so I gave a thumbs up and took off.

My favorite `half-way’ motel wasn’t far off and as I was checking in,
who should walk in but Mr. Orange shirt. He had his helmet off
revealing curly blond hair and without his glasses he had perfect beach
boy blue eyes. As I finished checking in I asked the clerk
how late the pool was
open and when I got my answer I said, “Great, I can’t
wait to get in.”

I got to my room and quickly changed into my fuschia suit; a one piece
but a great one piece. Low in the front and high in the legs. I
clicked down to the pool and threw my stuff on a lounge chair. I dipped a toe
to test the water; just right, and dove in. I swam under water, did a
couple of laps and got out of the pool. As I walked back to my chair,
there was orange shirt on the other side of the little table.

He smiled and said, “Hi, how’s the water?”

I smiled back and repled, “It’s great, pefect temperature, really
refreshing.”

He said, “Just what I need after a hard drive.” Continuing he asked,
“Do you drive a red Trans Am?”

“Yes”

“Did you pass me on the highway?”

I smiled and nodded and said, “I just love to drive fast”.

“I thought I recognized these sunglasses. Well, after trying to keep up
with you, I think I need a swim.”

I watched him strip off his orange shirt and dive in. As he did
the breaststroke and a couple of dives I couldn’t help appreciating
his firm ass. I settled back and closed my eyes and started fantasizing
about that ass pumping into me. The background noise was
that `white noise’. Kids laughing and water splashing. So relaxing.

Some water was splashed all over me and I sat up startled.
“Sorry!” said orange
shirt. “I got carried away shaking the water out of my hair.” I
looked up at his great hair and my eyes traveled slowly down to his
sensuous lips, nice pecs and medium chest hair then down to the fine line
of hair on his belly that when wet always
seems to point to the pelvic region. My eyes continued to travel
downward and I unconsciously licked my lips as I saw water dripping from the
bulge in his suit.

“No problem, really. I shouldn’t go to sleep yet.”

He said he was going to get a beer and asked me if I wanted anything. I
requested a diet soda.

When he returned we talked about the weather and what we had done that
week end. I had just been to a relative’s wedding in my hometown. He had
been the Best Man in a wedding close to the town
where I had been. We
played `Do you know?’ and found a couple of connections. “By the
way,” orange shirt said, “My name is Paul.” “Oh, mine is Darcy,” and we
shook hands. His fingers were a nice length and thick but not massive
and I noticed his clean fingernails.

Since this was an outside pool, we could actually watch the sunset and
were admiring the colors when a freaky thing happened. Just as Paul was
setting his beer bottle on the table a beach ball hit his hand
forcing the bottle to hit hard on the glass table top which broke. A piece of
the table flew up and cut the side of his hand. The parents of the kids
playing and the pool attendant came over, but Paul played it down and
everyone went away.

We continued talking and I asked where his buddy was. He told me that
his friend had gone on to his destination. I looked at his hand again
and it was still bleeding. I got up and knelt in front of him taking
his hand. This gave him a very clear view down the front of my suit and
revealed a lot of cleavage. At the same time I got a very good view of
his accoutrements in his blue speedos.

Looking directly into his blue eyes I said softly, “Look, I have
band aids in my room. I really think we should put one on your hand.”

As he gazed back into my emerald green eyes he said, “Maybe we should.”

I gathered my things and led the way to my room.

Once we got to the room. I went to my overnight bag and said, “I know
you’re going to laugh, but my friends used to call me Darcy Nurse
because I always carried band aids. In fact I put band aids on paper
cuts”. He did laugh.

I walked over and picked up his hand. “Maybe you should sit down
here” and I pointed to the bed. I happened to have alcohol and a
cotton ball, so I swabbed his hand and carefully put on the band aid.

My left strap slipped off of my shoulder and was revealing all of my
breast except for my nipple as I worked on his hand. With our wet suits
the air conditioning in the room was making my nipples hard
and Paul was gazing intently at them.

I finished. “There”.

Paul stood up and said, “Well, how can I thank you?”

I smiled and said, “No trouble, really.”

We looked at each other and suddenly he was kissing me. His hand gently
grabbed my long hair and his other hand circled my waist. Then his hand
was at the back of my head and his other hand moved the left side of my
suit down
completely and he was cupping my breast. Then he pulled the top of my suit
down to my waist,
cupping my grapefruit sized breasts. He started kissing my neck and
worked his way down licking and kissing. “Perfect” he murmured,
“Just the kind I love to lick, suck and fuck.” My hands were in his
hair, my fingers entwined in the curls. He pulled my suit on down and
all of the way off.
“Ah, a true blond with hips to hang on to.” He came back up and
started frenching my ear. Chills were running through my body and not
from the air conditioning. My hands were at the band of his speedos and
pulling down. They were wet and were giving me a
hard time, but I managed. As I tugged I ran my tongue over his nipples,
chest and stomach and released his erect cock. (I loved to watch it spring out)
“Mmm,” I said, “Perfect for fucking, licking, and sucking.”
“In that order?” “Not necessarily.” I noticed his cock extended far above
the tan line of his speedos. I took his cock in my mouth tonguing
to tease and watched his stomach muscles quiver.

We kissed deeply with his hands rubbing and squeezing my buns.
My tongue and lips were busy with his nipples.
Slowly carressing my sides with his thumbs teasing my nipples and his
tongue in my ear, he turned me around and sat me on the edge of the
bed. He knelt in front of me and tongued down to my nipples. Cupping
and bouncing them he started licking and sucking. His hand found it’s
way between my legs which instantly parted. My hands were busy
with his neck, ears and nipples. Then he pushed my shoulders back on
the bed and bent my legs up. He stuck his middle finger in my hot, waiting
cunt and rubbed his thumb on my clit.

Suddenly we heard noises outside and realized we hadn’t locked the door.
He got up and deadbolted and chained the door. He and his cock bounced
back to the bed where I was still in position with legs apart. He
looked down at me and said, “You’re very wet and I’m going to make you
much wetter. When you come, do you scream?”

I just smiled and said, “You’ll just have to find out, won’t you?”

“That sounds like a challenge.”

He knelt down and pushing my outer lips apart he dove into my pussy.
Licking and sucking he pushed his index finger into my ass. I was breathing
hard and my hips started bucking. Then he stopped, smiled and whispered, “I
really want to hear you scream.” He pulled me back to a sitting
position and started licking and sucking my tits. His hands were
everywhere. I reached down and gently ran my fingers over his steel pole
playing with the head. I started gently pumping. He pulled out of my
grasp and pushed my shoulders back on the bed and again dove for my pussy.
Wrapping his arms around my legs he licked and sucked, lapping my
juices. My breath was coming fast and so was I as my hips rolled. I
begged him not to stop and I came . . . screaming.

He continued to lap my
juices until my shudders stopped and then he grabbed me by the waist and
turned me over on my hands and knees with my ass in the air and he entered
me from behind. He started slowly ramming his thick cock into my wet pussy
and making wonderful squishy noises. He held onto my hips and slowly
rammed again and again deeper each time. “You are so hot and juicy.
Does this feel good, Darcy?” “MMMM, yes.”
Then he reached forward, holding on to my
hanging tits and fucked me fast. “Oh, baby, this is great.” he
gasped. I thought before was fast but he let go of my boobs and rammed
at lightening speed and my chest fell onto the bed as he grasped my hips
and fucked even harder. He slowed down and parted my ass cheeks rubbing
his thumbs in my ass. “Oh baby, I’m gonna come.” and he wrapped his
arms around my waist, reaching down fingered my clit and fucked me harder
spilling his jism and as he
squirted into me I came again. He slowed his pumping but continued as I
finished my orgasm. We fell onto the bed panting.

“I like the way you thanked me,” I said with a big smile.

“Well, there’s more where that came from and I think your tongue feels
quite talented, hmm?” he questioned. Rubbing the palm of his hand across my
nipples he said, “Want some more?”

He kissed me deeply with his hands exploring and his dick started
to rise as I rolled over on top of him. Straddling his chest I played
with his hair, kissing each eyelid. With the tip of my tongue I
outlined his ear and we kissed again with our probing tongues. I moved
down his chest and swayed my tits from side to side rubbing my
nipples against his nipples. His
hands were never still on my body; his hands were on my tits or his
fingers in my twat. I kept going lower kissing and licking. I stayed
with his nipples for a while, tonguing, sucking and gently tugging with my
teeth. My hands
were playing with his thighs starting from the knees and caressing up
and I lightly touched his balls. Then I caressed around his balls and
stomach and everytime I circled down to his balls I would cup them for a
second. I paused, reaching for the lotion on the
nightstand and started rubbing it on my boobs. Paul insisted on
helping, although he put more into tweaking my nipples as I rubbed in the
lotion. Then I surprised him and swallowed his pulsing cock in one
gulp and came up and tongued and sucked just his head running my tongue
around the rim. I swallowed him whole a few times sucking hard and
then stopped. I moved up beside him and told him to hover over me
because he was going to fuck my boobs and my mouth and he grinned from
ear to ear. I pushed my boobs together and he shoved his cock through
my tits to my mouth where I sucked and licked as he humped.

“Oh, god,” he gasped, “I’m coming!” With one final thrust into my
mouth his cum started squirting
into my waiting mouth. I caught what I could and the rest went down my
neck. I licked the remainder off of his prick.

He stopped humping and rolled over on his back with his hand resting on
my bush.

“Let’s take a bubble bath,” I suggested.

I ran into the bathroom and adjusted the water temperature pouring my
favorite bath jel in. As I bent over he came up behind and reached
between my legs playing with my lips moving his fingers to my ever
receptive hole.

“Just wait a minute” I giggled and stepped in taking his hand.

“These are the rules,” I said mock serious. “I’m going to give you a
bath and you must not touch me while I bathe you.”

I took the wash cloth and washed his face and neck, then I took my
herbal soap and sudsed it in my hands as I rubbed up his arms and across
his chest. As I straddled him to get to his back he took advantage of
the situation and fingered my twat and grabbed a nipple in his mouth,
but I pulled back and told him, “No fair”. I got a lather again as I
bent his legs up and played with his toes, slowly rubbing up his legs as
he straightened them. I took the washcloth and filled it with water
and dripped it all over the soapy parts. Then I lathered my hands again
and rubbed his nipples pinching and scratching with my fingernails. I used the
washcloth again to rinse his chest. Then I lathered my hands and soaped
his stomach making circular motions down to the fun parts. I gently
soaped his balls and his trusty dick was definitely hard as my hand
soaped it. I continued to soap it up and down its length looking into his
eyes and running my tongue over my teeth and lips. His hands automatically
reached for my tits and he squeezed. I gently shook my head, smiling,
licking my teeth. My hand slipped under his ass and I traced his anus with my
fingers and then rotated my middle finger in rubbing his balls with my
thumb. He groaned and closed his
eyes. “I think you’re clean now,” I said and stopped.

He raised up with a leer in his eyes and said, “Oh, it’s your turn now.”

We switched positions in the bathtup. He lathered his hands and
bending my legs to my chest he started with my toes. As he rinsed them
off he sucked them and he lathered up my legs to the tops of my
thighs never touching my pussy.
Then he lathered my neck and arms and reached behind to my back. I
couldn’t resist licking his swinging balls and cock, but he didn’t seem
to mind. He rinsed off my arms and
neck and sucked my fingers. Then he lathered his hands and started on
my boobs circling and circling never touching my nipples. He moved down
and lathered my stomach and then my pubic hair. He soaped and
rubbed but didn’t touch my pussy. “I’m going to make you beg,” he whispered.
He rinsed my boobs and stomach and drenched my bush with water again and
again. The warm water trickled down my slit making me catch my breath.
Then he licked my nipples and sucked until my pussy was aching
for attention. “Please!” I begged. He stuck his thumb in my pussy
and his index finger in my ass and moved them around. Smiling he said,
“I think we should towel off, don’t you?”

The water was dripping from his balls and I knelt down and licked them
dry.

He cupped my breasts and licked off the droplets there.
Then he sat down on the edge of the tub and bent me over away from him
while he licked my pussy and dragged his tongue across my anus. “Go
lie down on the bed with legs apart, your knees up and your pussy waiting.”

He followed me in lightly smacking my bare ass and he watched as I
layed down and gazed at my cunt. He started licking my tits and sucking
then he kissed me on the lips and raised up looking at me and said,
“Now I`m going to watch” and he guided my hand down to my pussy and
his fingers rubbed as I started to rub. He sucked on my tits for a very
short time and then got off of the bed and sat in the chair watching.

I continued to rub, closing my eyes, sticking my middle finger in my
pussy and rocking my hips.

“Open your eyes and look at me.” he commanded.

I looked at him and his lids were lowered in a lustful gaze.

“Stop,” he said, “Your cunt looks nice and juicy, I think you need a cock.”

“Yes,” I gasped.

“Tell me exactly what you want or you won’t get it.”

“I want your cock.”

“Where?”

“In my pussy.”

“Where?”

“In my cunt.”

“Describe it.”

“My hot, juicy cunt.”

He walked over to the bed and rammed his middle finger into my throbbing
pussy thumbing my clit. Then said, “Feel my cock.”

He knelt over my head and my mouth opened to receive his dick. I licked
the precum off the tip and my tongue circled the head, then I swallowed
his dick. He pulled out.

“Now describe my cock.”

“Big, hard cock.”

“What do you want me to do with it?”

“I want you to fuck me.”

“Where?”

“Fuck me with your big, hard cock in my hot, juicy cunt.”

He knelt over me and and took the head circling my pussy just barely
putting it in.

“Please,” I begged, “Fuck me.”

“How, baby?”

“Please, fuck my hot, juicy cunt with your big, hard cock. Please,
please fuck me, fuck me.”

“Tell me again.”

“Fuck me, fuck me, fuck me, please.”

Slowly he stroked in and took it out.

“Look at my cock.”

It was so hard and glistening with my juices.

I licked my lips and whispered, “Fuck me, please.”

Ever so slowly he stroked in rotating his hips as my hips rose to meet
him. I bit my lips and whimpered. He pulled out, then rammed his rock
hard cock into my pussy pushing my legs into my chest. He pumped and
pumped and my hips slammed up as he slowed and circled, his cock slipped
out and rammed into my welcoming cunt with increasing tempo faster and faster.
I screamed and screamed as my orgasm shook my body. “Oh, god!” he yelled
as he shot his jism and we continued humping until we both stopped shaking.

Slowly he rolled off onto his back and we layed there panting. My
thighs were shaking as I lowered them. We both rolled on
our sides facing each other. He reached over and pushed my hair back
from my face as we kissed, our legs entwined and we fell asleep.

The next morning I awoke first and was in the shower washing my hair
when I felt a hand on each boob and a hard cock rubbing my ass. I
turned my back to the spray to get the shampoo out of my hair and as I
bent back he gently pulled my hair bending me back further and he
leaned forward to suck my nipples.

“Good morning!” I gasped out.

“Mmmmm” he mumbled still sucking my tit.

“Here,” he offered, “Let me wash your back.”

I turned my back to him and he took the bar of soap and started rubbing and
sliding it down my back. As he slid the bar of soap around he started on my
belly and moved up to my boob circling around and then down where he
soaped my bush. The bar dropped out of his hands as he started playing
with my inner lips and strumming my clit. Then he asked me to get the
soap and as I bent over I felt his cock head pushing into my pussy.
He wrapped his arms
around my waist pulling me onto his pole and reached down flicking my clit.

I started with his back
kneeling down and sucking his ass cheeks while reaching through his legs
and fondling his balls. I stood up
and pressed my boobs against his back as I soaped his chest and stomach.
I moved around in front of him to work on his balls and rinsing them
with water I started licking them working my way up his shaft. My
tongue circled around his cock and I played with the head, then
swallowed him whole as my hands reached around his tight buns for
support.

I stopped and said, “I’ve GOT to get dressed.” and jumped out of the
shower.

As I was leaning over wrapping my hair in a towel I felt a familiar
pressure working its way into my pussy. Struggling to stand up I said,
“Getting dressed is going to take some time, isn’t it?”

Paul nodded and smiled.

Facing the full length mirror I was putting moisturizer on my face when
his hands cupped my tits from behind. He dropped his hands to my legs
parting them and he slipped his cock between and rubbed it back and
forth stimulating my pussy. His hands moved back to my tits and he
looked over my shoulder at the two of us in the mirror. Undulating his
hips his cock kept rubbing my outer lips and would peak out of my bush.
Watching in the mirror doubled the fun.

“I think we should move to the bed, don’t you?” he said.

I nodded my head in agreement looking into his eyes in the mirror and we
walked to the bed together. He sat me down on the edge and knelt in
front of me as he pressed my legs apart. With his fingers he parted my
outer lips and pointing his tongue he traced my inner lips over and
over. Once in a while he stuck his tongue in my pussy and then would
dog lick my whole pussy. Even though I was on the verge, I didn’t want to
come that way. I sat up and and pulled him on top of me, then rolled over
straddling him. I licked and sucked his nipples and licked the water
out of his bellybutton as I worked my way to his cock. Slowly I tongued
his head then I took his whole cock in my mouth sucking and feathering
the length with my tongue over and over. I could tell he was on the verge
when I cupped his balls. He sat up and grabbed my wrists and said, “I
want to fuck you.” I moved up and slowly lowered myself over his rock hard,
quivering cock. Paul jammed his cock in all the way and my eyes closed as
my pussy ate up his thickness. I leaned forward with my hands on either side
of him to brace myself and started circling my hips. His hips started
bucking up to meet mine and he reached forward to clasp my tits as our
hips slammed together. Looking into each other’s eyes he licked his
lips and said, “You are a great fuck.” I answered, “Your cock is
where it belongs.” He rammed even harder and I bit my lip never looking
away from his eyes. We increased our speed and he gasped as he squirted his
hot seed into my cunt I moaned and pressed my hips down hard onto his
still pumping cock while my orgasm finished.

Slowly I climbed off and he cradled me in his arms. Leaning over me we
kissed deeply our tongues searching. “This has been the best time I’ve
ever stayed in this motel,” he said while his hand gently circled my
boobs. His hand strayed down to my bush and he gently slipped two
fingers in while we kissed again. My hand reached for his stiffening
cock and encircled it. His thumb started flicking my clit
and I closed my legs forcing his hand out. “I have to get on the
road,” I said reluctantly.

“Look,” he said, “I’ll go to my room, then check out and I’ll meet
you back here, okay?”

I watched as he put on his speedos slipping his pleasure tool out of
sight. I involuntarily sighed and licked my lips. He came over and
kissed me again pressing himself against me and rubbing my ass.

“I won’t be long,” he promised as he walked out the door.

I finished dressing and packing and was just snapping my suitcase shut
when he knocked on the door. He was twirling his sunglasses in one hand
as he walked back in the room and threw them on the bed.
As I shut the door he hugged me tightly
backing me against the door. He kissed me deeply and as his arm went
around the back of my head he reached up under my shortie blouse and
released my boobs from my bra. “No, no,” I mumbled in his mouth. The
same hand rubbed its way down under the elastic band of the shorts and
knowing fingers found their way to my pussy through my panties. Vainly
I struggled as his insistent fingers pushed the fabric aside to slip
inside and caress my inner lips. With his fingers working their magic
he stopped kissing long enough to say, “Darcy, I’ve got to fuck your sweet
pussy just one more time.” I was beyond arguing and my hands reached
under his shirt and rubbed his chest moving down to his jeans. I undid
the snap and unzipped him. Then I reached inside his shorts where I
grasped his stiff dick and started pumping him. He let go of my pussy
long enough to push my shorts and panties completely off. Then he put
his hands under my hips and pushed me against the door. My legs circled
his waist and he drove his rock hard tool home. He humped me against
the door and with his prick in my pussy place carried me to the desk. He
moved my legs to his shoulders and then we both made a panting, intense finish.

“Darcy, Darcy, the things you force me to do,” he said as he zipped
and I dressed.

“Me! Now just a minute. I didn’t climb in your pants on sight” I
replied. “And I HAVE to go”.

“Okay, okay,” he said in mock apology. “I’ll take your bags to your
car while you check out. I’ll wait for you there.”

I met him after I checked out. His motorcycle was parked by my car and
looked like it had been there all night.
The helmet was on the seat of the bike and he had his glasses on. He
smiled as I walked over.

I said, “Well, it’s really been nice” and I stuck out my hand to
shake.

He laughed and gently grabbed me kissing me. His hand snuck down the
back of my shorts and his fingers found my pussy again and slipped into
my hole.

“Wait a minute, Paul” I said trying to jerk out of his grasp.

“Darcy, I just want to remember you,” he said sheepishly. He grinned
back at me and rubbed his fingers across his nose.
“Listen, I have an idea. Where are you stopping for lunch?”

“I don’t really have plans to stop. Why?”

“Well, I know a really great place we could have a special lunch. It’s
by a lake and since it’s a week day I think it will be fairly quiet, if
not deserted,” and he winked.

I looked at him skeptically (let’s not make him too sure of himself)
and said, “Maybe”.

“Okay, great,” he said undaunted and proceeded to give me directions
to get off at a certain exit and on from there. “Just stop and get
the food you want and I’ll do the same and we’ll meet at the lake, okay?”

“Maybe.”

We kissed again and his hands roamed to my buns. I got in my car
and he shut the door for me. I rolled the window down and he reached in
to kiss me and his hand stole up my top and squeezed a tit and
then down my shorts again before I could stop him.

He put on his helmet and got on his bike. I watched his crotch as he swung
his leg over and noticed he was hard. I couldn’t pass up this lunch.
No way.

He got on the highway before me and as I passed him I blew him a kiss
and he pointed to his cock. I knew he was still hard. I was definitely
looking forward to an satisfying lunch.

Her body is at right angles to mine. I can’t see what she is doing, but I can
feel it. I feel her breath on the hairs of my leg. Hovering over my penis,
she gingerly touches it with her fingertips; rolling it over to inspect the
underside. My penis lies there, limp, against my leg; not yet responding to
her attention.

She once told me how curious it was that something so small and soft could
become something so large and hard. And how she delighted in holding and
sucking on my limp cock and feeling it grow in her hand and mouth.

She continues her inspection – lifting and looking, tracing the veins, feeling
for the bumps and ridges that give her such pleasure. Moving closer, she
places a gentle kiss on the head and watches for a reaction. (It takes all my
concentration to prevent an erection) Seeing none, she kisses the head again
and follows with several kisses along the shaft. As she continues to fondle
and kiss me, I can no longer resist and I respond with the beginning of an
erection.

She moves even closer, directly over my member, and places the head in her
mouth. She begins to gently suck on me and my cock grows steadily. At this
early stage she can get the whole thing in her mouth. She rolls me around her
mouth, licking with her tongue and sucking ever stronger. My cock swells and
rapidly fills the available space, pushing against the back of her mouth and
beyond the ability of her lips to contain me.

With my erect penis filling her mouth, she adjusts her position under the
sheets and is now kneeling at my side. Once comfortable, she begins sliding
her lips up and down my shaft. Surely she must realize I am awake, but she
continues to concentrate on my erection. Gripping my hardness with her lips,
she travels the length of my cock, pausing occasionally at the peak to swirl
her tongue around the head.

Holding my prick at the base, she removes her lips and begins licking and
kissing the sides. She places her hand on the top of my shaft and slides her
tongue along the underside, matching her tongue strokes with her hand.
Cradling my cock in her hand, she closes her lips around me; running along the
length of my cock as though it were an ear of corn. Her hand closes around the
stiff rod and strokes in time with her lips.

Returning to the head, she swirls her tongue around the crown and dives on my
erection to maintain its firmness. The action of her lips, mouth, and tongue
now have my full attention and I can no longer resist. I begin to rotate my
hips upward into her grasp, formally notifying her that I am awake. I push
back the sheets just as she is again stuffing my cock back in her mouth.

She releases her lip-lock on my throbbing member but continues stroking. “Good
morning” she says. “Did I wake you?”

I don’t bother to answer and reach for her body. Sliding my hands down her
back to her buttocks, I cup the soft roundness of her cheeks and dip my
fingers into the valley between them. Following the natural path established
by her body, I arrive at my destination to find her well lubricated. Upon
feeling my fingers, she raises her ass to offer free access.

Using subtle hand signals, I pull her body around so I can get at her, raising
her leg and maneuvering underneath her. There, staring me in the eye, is her
treasure chest. I gently pull her down onto my face and open the lid with my
tongue. I begin licking her morning dew and searching for the buried treasure
within.

Her hand closes around my cock as my tickling tongue lashes out at her. She
presses her body down onto my face and I dip even farther into her. She
returns her mouth to my prick and we engage in some mutual munching in the
morning.

I begin to concentrate my actions on her clit, attempting to bring her to a
level of excitation equal to mine. She rotates her hips on my face and mouth
to direct my attention to the appropriate areas. Each time I hit the mark, she
responds by gobbling my root and squeezing with her lips and hand.

I reach for her breasts and cup one in each hand; gently squeezing, fondling,
and rolling their fullness. I catch the nipples between my fingers and tease
them into erection. Stroking, rolling, squeezing, teasing; my hands continue
manipulating her breasts as I eat her.

She is now supporting her body with her hands, using only her mouth and lips
to excite me. I have grown as full and hard as I am going to get. Her hair
bounces lightly as she continues plunging up and down on my cock. At the
other end, I am lapping at her gash and nibbling her clit.

She pops my prick out of her lips and rolls onto her back, pulling her
sweetness from my mouth. She turns her body around, placing her head on the
pillow, and spreads her legs in an open invitation. Not one to miss an
opportunity, I move between her legs. Her sexual lips are slightly spread and
pouting. The dew from within coats them and they glisten in the sunlight. As
she pulls her knees up, her lips open wider. She reaches for my cock, guiding
me into her warmth. I enter easily and as we press our bodies together our
lips and tongues meet.

Her kisses are always so expressive. Even a routine kiss goodbye is an
adventure. Whenever we kiss in passion, our tongues meet and exchange mouths.
It is little wonder that we usually end up in bed when we kiss. When we make
love, our kisses match our movements, adding to our excitement. Today is no
exception. Each time I push my prick into her pussy, I toss my tongue at her
tonsils; every time she rotates her rump at my rod, she licks my larynx with
her lavalier.

Sliding my cock in and out of her sheath, I sense she is nearing an orgasm.
With each probing plunge she gets closer to the edge. Her sleeve grips my
shaft as she comes and her hips grind up onto my member. Our lips disengage
as the orgasm rolls through her body. She presses her loins tightly against
mine, pushing her exploding clit onto my prick. Wave after wave of bliss
rockets through her entire body.

Her orgasm only serves to entice me into more action and I continue plunging
into her. As the first climax begins to subside, I sense the beginnings of a
second and she pushes her pelvis even harder against me. I direct my cock into
a position which puts it into better contact on her clit. With each stroke,
her next orgasm builds and she soon comes again.

I wait until her shuddering ceases, then withdraw from her quivering quim. I
pull her over onto her stomach and she raises onto her knees. I point my
pecker at her slit and press forward, sinking fully into her depths. With
each thrust I pause to rotate my prick inside her sleeve. She reaches down
between her legs to massage my balls as they slap against her clit.

Her fingers are coaxing the cum from me and she tickles my tool as we fuck.
Gripping her buttocks, I hold her steady as I glide in and out of her. Her
fingers find her clit and she begins to aid my efforts for her third orgasm.
As her climax builds, she tilts her hips to apply more pressure on my cock. I
can feel the sap rising from my balls and begin driving harder into her.

Pushing deeply into her body with each stroke, I go after my own pleasure
release. She feels my balls begin to tighten for their launch and she gently
supports them as the rocket is loaded. My explosion begins and jet after jet
of cum spurts into her. Feeling my cock twitching in her love nest takes her
over the edge and she comes again.

I pull out of her when my prick has emptied its contents into her container.
She quickly spins around and stuffs my dwindling prick into her mouth and
begins licking and sucking. Her action keeps me hard and I maintain a useful
erection. She rolls me onto my back and continues administering mouth to cock
resuscitation.

Satisfied that I am not going to go soft on her, she swings a leg over my
midsection, slips into the saddle and begins riding. She starts with a gentle
trot, rocking back and forth on the horn. As she rocks, my prick slaps inside
her. She places her hands on my chest and leans forward, trying to increase
the feeling on her clit.

Without losing contact, she turns her body around and faces away from me. As
she rocks on my cock, her clit slides along the shaft and another orgasm
builds. She reaches down and fondles my balls as she fucks me. With each
forward motion, the palm of her hand rubs her love button and adds to her
pleasure.

Reaching from behind her I massage her breasts. Her nipples are fully
extended and press into my palms. She leans back but discovers this decreases
the intensity of our contact so she leans forward, supporting herself by
placing her hands on my knees, and presses onto my pole. She raises up along
my hardness and then lowers herself on the full length, rubbing her clit along
the underside of my cock, stimulating her and coaxing her climax.

I am able to watch my prick disappear into her folds as she raises and lowers
her body. Her sex lips suck on my shaft as she rises up and push on my pole as
she descends. Our bodies make a slight slurping sound as the cum from our
earlier orgasms is squeezed out of her sheath. Our love juice coats my cock
and foams as we fuck.

Her ride turns into a gallop as she thrusts herself onto me. The ride takes
her up and down and back and forth in the saddle. With each motion, she
presses her loins against mine in a frenzy. She pushes herself to the limit,
going for another orgasm. In and out I plunge, up and down she rides, until
her climax takes over. Her body convulses again and again as she rides her
orgasm across the finish line.

Lifting off my still-raging prick, she rolls onto her back and spreads herself
wide open. I lift her legs and hold her knees with my elbows. My slippery cock
slides easily past her dripping lips and into her body and I begin drilling
her well. My cum coated cock drives in and out of her, and our bodies squish
together with each thrust.

I feel the stirrings of an eruption and pull out of her. Lowering her legs, I
move up her body and place my prick on her chest. I gently cup her breasts,
pressing them around my cock, and begin thrusting back and forth between them.

As I push forward, the tip of my tool approaches her lips. She tilts her head
down, trying to capture my member on the forward strokes. I move closer and
continue fucking her breasts.

The juice from my cock coats her breasts and I slide easily between them. I
can now reach her open lips and she tongues the tip each time I approach. I
push fully forward and she closes her lips around the crown. She licks and
sucks greedily on me and I return to moving between her breasts.

I am far enough up her body that each stroke takes me into her waiting mouth.
She reaches for my cock and pulls me into her mouth, sucking and licking all
the while. She grabs my ass and begins pushing and pulling me into her throat.
It is clear what she wishes me to do.

I lean forward over her head so my cock is pointed straight down her throat.
With her hands directing me, I probe her mouth with my prick. An orgasm is
imminent now and my increased motion tips her off to that fact. She grabs my
rod and begins stroking rapidly. With one hand she lifts my balls; with the
other she strokes my hardness; and with her tongue she laps at the crown of my
cock.

Her efforts are soon rewarded and I cum. When the first drops eject onto her
waiting tongue, she closes her mouth around me and sucks hard. She releases
her lips, but her hand continues coaxing my cum. Her hand becomes coated with
my love juice and her tongue lashes out to lick at the fruits of her labor.
She sucks me deep into her mouth to savor the remnants of our copulation and
to attempt to retain my erection. This time she is not as successful.

I withdraw from her lips and climb back down her body. Our lips meet in
renewed passion and we lick each other clean. Our loins are numb from this
encounter and we both seem totally satisfied – for the moment. Our bodies
continue to generate heat and I press my spent body into hers.

Basking in the afterglow of our love-making, we continue to kiss and cuddle.
The morning sun has now set the room ablaze in light, but it pales in
comparison to the fire which burned between us just moments ago. In the
distance, the kitchen clock chimes eight times. The day has just begun!

Greta spent most of her mornings behind her desk, dutifully working.

She was a Dutch girl from Utrecht, and she took her job pretty seriously. But every now and then she clicked over to a Dutch women’s forum to read up on other women and their bumps. Most of the topics were standard – about hormones and the nesting instinct – but one caught her eye.

‘Does your pregnancy make you insatiable?’it read in Dutch. She went on to explore the list and read the testimonies of many different Dutch women who found themselves not only with morning sickness in the first trimester, but craving physical attention from their husbands.

Though she would blush to admit it to anyone in the office, these women were right. She had never felt (or it seemed looked) as sexy as she did when she was pregnant.

Her ash brown hair looked alive. The early wrinkles under her eyes seemed to heal up.

It must be a girl she thought – for all of these female hormones to be exploding all over her body.

‘Oh my God – it’s so sexy’ she thought. She thought of her husband Max fucking her the way he did. He was a really good lay – and he had a nice sized dick. Just the thoughts of sizing up her husbands elephant trunk exciting her and she thought she really just had to go pee to cool herself off, and let some of that hot piss satisfy her for now.

She got up from the desk and started to walk towards the door when Robert came in.

Robert was about 7 years younger than she was, she reckoned, and he was the cutest boy at work – the one that was a little shy, but with a sweet side. The one, who if stuck on a desert island with, she would have no problem using to continue the human species.

‘Good morning, Robert,’she said in her soft Germanic accent. ‘Good morning, Greta’he replied. There was something so comforting in his body – she thought. Whenever she had to get close to him in the office it was as if every muscle relaxed. Sex signals, she thought. Radar. She was no twit. Buts she had a date to go the restroom and to ease her itch.

In the restroom she guided herself towards the last stall and sat down. There was a newspaper on the floor and she began to read on about those funny Americans Jessica Simpson and Angelina Jolie – as her naked finger snaked its way up and down her ravine.

She looked down and she liked what she saw. She loved her vagina – and she loved it more now that she was pregnant. She loved tracing a signature over her pink lips and relished pushing her clit ever so slightly. She began to work her slender fingers and developed a sort of groove or rhythm as she read on about the news. She knew she really shouldn’t get off in the ladies toilet, but her finger kept its rhythm and so she began to squeeze her leg muscles and rub her flesh.

She began to think about Max and his big muscle and how it filled her box up. She really enjoyed the late night fuckings they had had. But she knew that not just Max could get her off in a quick way so she would have to go a little dirty. As she toyed with her wet flesh she began to envision another man – a bit silent, a bit dark, but handsome and warm – with a long body, and a long penis.

As he guided her to the bed in her fantasy she opened herself to him and let him have his way with her. She enthusiastically sucked him and let him have her ass and her face and finally her pussy – yes her pussy, where he would shoot his thick hot load. Mmm. The pleasure.

She continued to itch at herself – building a rhythm and embracing the strong man of her fantasy who took her ass, who took her everything, who used her like a rubber and threw her away.

Christ he was big. He stretched her with that big cock… GASP. When you withhold a loud orgasm the one that comes is a bit different and Greta essentially felt her body implode. It was like that idea of seeing stars. She felt a bit delirious and her body began to chill and convulse. Cold sweat built up on the back of her neck. She was light headed but then reclaimed her sense of place

‘Ah,’ She thought. ‘Now that is what English-speakers call ‘the big O.”

After she had calmed her pink pussy lips in the ladies, Greta returned to clarity. She remembered that Max was having a show that Thursday night in a comedy production in North Beach.

She had promised him to get as many of her coworkers to come, and so she dutifully announced to her coworkers when she got back from the ladies that they should all come and spend $5 to see Max and his colleagues perform at the church.

‘I’m going, Robert’ said matter of factly. ‘My girlfriend’s sister is in that show.’

Robert looked cute, Greta thought in a relaxed way. Maybe he was her mystery date in the ladies. ‘Oh,’ Greta smiled from behind her work station. ‘See you there.’

BARE AS A BODKIN

City Thursdays in Spring sometimes were wet and moist, sometimes were cold and windy, but on special occasions were humid and warm a prelude to summer.

Bars filled up after work, and all the good looking city people got together to drink beer, shoot pool, and engage in ancient courting rituals.

While Katrina and Robert needed neither spirits nor atmosphere to get their grooves on, they decided to have a few beers before catching her sister Lila in the show at St. Agnes.

The performance was called “Bare as a Bodkin” and it was some sort of raunchy take on Shakespeare. As they walked to the theater the two began to hold hands.

‘You know some people from work might be here tonight,’ Robert said trying to make small talk.

‘Oh yeah, who?’ asked Katrina. ‘Well, I know that Greta’s husband Max is performing, so I guess we’ll see Greta.’

‘Oh’ said Katrina. ‘That’s cool.’

Robert could tell that Katrina was a bit jealous. The truth was she knew that he probably liked her – she knew her boyfriend’s postures, his language, the way he said a woman’s name. Sensing his girlfriend’s apprehension he decided to proclaim her lack of accessibility to him.

‘Yeah, she’s expecting,’ he said.

‘Oh yeah?’ Katrina said, returning from her analytical detachment. ‘How far a long is she?’

‘Three months, ‘Robert answered.

When they got to St. Agnes they saw that it was going to be a big show. The line was out the church’s basement door and all sorts of hipster kids were outside smoking and joking.

Katrina and Robert waited in line, and slowly worked their way to the table where two young women, dressed as nymphs out of A Midsummer Night’s Dream, took their $10 and stamped their hands. They then proceeded into the main chamber, which was entirely black and surrounded by bleachers. Katrina and Robert worked their way up to the top of one side and got a good seat.

Robert strained to recognize any of the guys from work, but couldn’t see anybody. Then out of the corner of his eye he spied her shape across the stage and at the front row. She was dressed in a dark velvety dress and had on black heels. She looked SEXY.

The bleachers began to fill up until the whole room was heavy with breathing and anticipation – when one of the nymphs came on stage and launched into a very risque sonnet. The audience laughed, but Robert was preoccupied with the mass across from him. He thought about her bump and he felt a noticeable twang in his penis.

There were several men on stage, but Robert couldn’t tell which one was Max. He assumed he was the bigger guy – but who knew. All he knew is that he just wanted to keep sneaking glances at his coworker Greta, and he did until she got up about half an hour into the show – just about the same time he felt a pressure on his bladder from the beer he had had earlier.

He asked one of the non-acting nymphs to point him towards the restrooms and she instructed him to go through a series of doors towards the back of the church, behind the kitchen. He almost got lost, but finally wound his way through the maze to the men’s restroom where he let go of his huge burden. He cleaned himself off and buttoned up and turned around to leave, all the time thinking of Greta and her legs and her bump, and her smile. He ‘must have a crush’he thought, hoping that if he classified his emotions they would go away.

But then he saw her coming the opposite direction. In her gorgeous medieval outfit. Their eyes met and he felt like he had been shot with 120 volts of energy.

‘Hi Greta.’

‘Oh – it’s so good you came,’ she said. She seemed cheerful and less industrious than her normal workself. They exchanged a bit of awkward body language but then Robert blurted out ‘You look really nice tonight.’

‘Thank you, so do you’ she said. This was terrible he thought. He had to do something. He had to say something, and the alcohol in his system just let his true thoughts slip out without warning.

‘I think you look really nice – especially because you are pregnant,’ he said.

‘Oh you are not the only one who has noticed,’ Greta replied with a grin. ‘I have noticed too. I think I am having a girl because of all this estrogen in my body. ‘She reached down and touched her bump and moved closer to him.

‘Here, feel,’ she said. ‘Feel my bump.’ She pulled her nervous hand closer and put it on her belly.

The bump felt somewhere between soft and hard. He was nervous to touch it too heavily, but felt calmed by the bump. She looked up at him, a kind of deep glare in her eyes and breathed heavily. ‘You know Robert,’ she said with a hysterical tinge to her voice.

‘I really want to kiss you. Will you kiss me?’

he leaned forward and kissed her forehead and then her nose, and then…my God…her mouth. ‘I just feel so sexy since I have been pregnant,’ Greta said sensitively, wrapping her arms around his tree trunk of a waist. ‘I just feel so aroused all the time.’

They began to kiss and Robert felt like a 14 year old in the middle of his first time. The air seemed so cold and he felt afraid because he was kissing another man’s wife, and afraid because she was pregnant, but overwhelmed by whatever pheromones escaped from her body and deeply in love with her scent, a scent he had breathed so deeply.

‘Please come with me’ she said, leading him down a hall way through a door to a dark room. She flicked on a switch and there hung many robes worn by priests and lay people.

‘Here’ she said, ‘help me take this thing off.’ Robert helped her lift the skirt off her trim body revealing nothing underneath but her angelic form – her tiny, yet swollen breasts, like a 15 year-old’s, so soft they would fit perfect in his hand. And of course her tummy, which started at the base of her rib cage, and protruded out in a natural arc just like he had thought of – perfect, hot and growing.

‘Can I?,’Robert hesitated. ‘Can I kiss it?’ She planted hot kisses on his cheeks and guided his face down to her bump. He kneeled before her and began to plant little daisies of kisses along the lining of her skin, hiding them in her pelvic valleys, and stopping to feel her curly black pubic hair tickle his chin.

She looked so gorgeous in the cloakroom light and he felt a bit overwhelmed down on his knees. But he stood up and she began to unbutton his shirt and pants. They soon were both completely hot and naked and she decided to take advantage of the situation.

‘Robert – I want you to fuck me’she said. ‘I want you in every orifice of me’she said as she guided his cock towards her thigh. She then slowly kneeled down and began to plant kisses along his rod, looking up to savor the feeling of another man’s big dick in her palm. Robert, as she expected, was quite long and thick and engorged by the sight of her angelic body. She felt so hot as she let his big thickness come into her mouth. She toyed with his p-spot as he grabbed masses of her hair and stood at attention and continued to bob her head up and down on his big dick. He mumbled and a certain giddiness began to spur in his testes as the night air hit his shaft as she savored him. He thought about where he would fuck her, in her throat, in her puckered little ass, that tight little ass, and finally deep in her mystic oven, where the next generation was brewing.