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Hi, it’s Sharon again. As you may know from reading my previous postings, I made my husband Jim into a eunuch quite a while back. My business is flourishing, but there are occasional dry spells. One of the readers of this forum (who will remain anonymous) helped fill in one of those dry spells. I got an email from this certain gentleman reader. He was an older gentleman who had been single for some time. He was a real “nerd” in the high tech business, and had little luck with the ladies. He had gotten frustrated, and was tired of the constant longings in his loins. Additionally he had long had a “death & sex” fantasy infatuation. “Bill” I’ll call him here, wanted to know if he could hire me just for play. He really did not want to die, he just wanted to pretend to experience some of the hits that I’ve described in my letters. We agreed upon my usual price - $10,000 up front, $10,000 upon completion. In return, Bill would get my expert services starting Friday night at 6:00 PM and ending at 6:00 PM Sunday evening, at which time I would remove his testes and he would give me the final payment in return for them. I guess it takes all types…. We met at his house the following weekend. I brought an assortment of tools & devices. Bill would certainly get his money’s worth. He was prepared with plenty of Viagra. At precisely 6:00 PM he wrote me a check for the first installment. I began a slow strip. He did not know which scenario to expect. We fell together on his bed, and he ate my pussy like a mad man. Gosh that felt good, it had been 3 weeks since my last “Mark” had taken care of my needs, and that guy would not be taking care of anyone’s needs ever again. Anyway, Bill was pretty good with his tongue, and I rewarded him with a nice gush of girl juice. I let him take me from behind, and he did not pump long before his first orgasm exploded within my sweet pussy. I asked him to take a shower and see if he could get his equipment up & ready again. He looked excited, likely remembering one of my earlier stories. After the quick rinse, he came out of the bathroom with an obvious hard-on. I was sitting on his bed, holding my .22 with its trusty silencer. He dropped to his knees to beg for his life. I pointed it at him from while standing over him. His gaze wandered from my dripping pussy up to the barrel of my silencer. PFTTT PFTTT PFTTT. T hree blanks, but very convincing. He fell over backwards as if hit, and I squatted over his boner and impaled myself. He came in no time. The night was yet early, and he was spent. I took a quick shower, we got dressed, and Bill took me to a very nice neighborhood restaurant. The man had good taste. We had a nice leisurely meal, and then headed home for round-2. We could both hardly wait to undress, and I soon had him eating out of my hand (and elsewhere too). He got SO excited as he took off my “special bra” and began to taste the Tangerine flavor on my breast. It only took a few minutes for him to move to the other breast and get a good mouth full of Strawberry delight. I did not use the neurotoxin, just the flavoring. Bill took me like a young groom goes to his bride, and he went into orbit within a short time. Then he was really played out, and we drifted off to sleep. The next morning we fixed a nice breakfast and read the paper. By noon he was “in the mood” again, and I was ready for him. “Today’s theme is bondage” I told him. I tied his hands behind him as he sat in a kitchen chair. After trussing his legs to the chair legs, I told him that he had been a very naughty boy, and would soon breathe his last. I opened his shirt and took down his pants. Bill was rock hard as he watched me take a plastic bag out of my purse. “Over your head, soon your dead. Wheee” I said gleefully. As the bag began to fog up, he came once again quickly and his whole body wracked in ecstasy as he struggled to breathe. He was close to passing out when I took off the bag. I did not want to lose my paying customer! Later in the day he dressed up in a coat & tie for dinner, and I used the tie to “finish him off” after dinner. He did not want to try the “Hanging Holly” gambit, he was afraid he was too old and might seriously damage his neck. By time he drifted off to sleep on Saturday night his balls must have been pretty empty and his prostate gland tired from the work-out. Sunday needed to be special. We started off mid-morning with “the poison pussy” routine. That man surely did love lapping girl sauce. It took until mid afternoon before he was ready to go again. I got him to sit up in bed, his back against the headboard. I lowered myself over him while facing him (and facing the headboard behind him). After a little bouncing up & down, I took a small hat pin out of my hair and reached behind his head. I buried his head into my pendulous boobs, and then found the soft spot at the base of his skull. I just lightly pricked the surface as if I was going to “pith” him. Bill jerked immediately upon feeling the prick, and came with a thunderous yell. I’ll bet that was the highlight of his life! 6:00 PM Sunday finally rolled around. “Time’s up sweetheart” I told him. “Let’s raise a toast to a fun weekend, then get down to our final business.” With that, I poured us each a glass of Champaign. He did not notice the powder I dropped into his – a good dose of roofies. We toasted, and drank down the elixir. He thanked me for the most exciting weekend of his life. Then the room began to spin, at least for him. I helped him to his bed, and he flopped down while losing all sense of the here and now. I saw no point in making him suffer too much. I grabbed my trusty elastrator and banded his scrotum tightly. In spite of his near-unconscious condition, he had quite a hard-on. I let the band tighten down and stem the circulation for 10 minutes before starting my final procedure. His balls were turning deep purple, so I knew the time was right. I slipped the plastic bag under his manly parts, squatted down over him to envelope his stiffie into my softie and then took out my scalpel. Just as I felt him pulsate inside me, I slit all the way across his bag, removing both balls and his scrotum. There was very little blood since the elastrator band was doing its job. I left Bill a note to tell him “thanks” (since I had such a good time too) and suggesting he leave the band on for a week. I dropped his balls & scrotum into my Ziploc bag and went home to Jim. The next day I mailed “Bill” his balls, and a few days later got the final payment. "Bill" had the best weekend of his life, and the "longings in his loins" had come to an end. In retrospect, I wouldn’t mind more of these assignments, it was fun! All my best, Sharon Fox jimfoxeu@hotmail.com |