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I'd worked at the office for a year. I would occaisonally see Una Duke, one of the managers, on my floor. I had a thing for her. I'm 33, and she must be at least 55, but |I liked the look of her. She was a little over 6 feet, a shade taller than me. She had a huge mane of silver hair, a big, shapely arse, long, well rounded thighs, and big, if pendulous, breasts.
One day she looked at me as she passed my desk. She must have seen the erection in my pants. She smiled and looked away. Later that day she emailed me, asking me to stay after everyone had gone, as she had some urgent work for me. "She wants a fuck!!" I thought. "No, I must be dreaming." I went to the office as arranged. She stepped to the door, locked it and turned down the lights. We were all alone in the building now. She swiftly pulled her blouse off, and her bra, leaving her big, heavy tits swinging free. I grew a huge, swelling hard-on. Una advanced on me, dropping my trousers and massaging my big, throbbing cock. She pulled my head between her tits, and I sucked her nipples to her heart's content. As she cleared the books off her desk, I undressed, and then pulled off her skirt, and prised her dental-floss thong away from her hips. This exposed a huge, wet, dripping clit. "Suck it!!" ordered Una. I went down on her and sucked it till she'd come at least 3 times. "Now I'm going to fuck you, but on my terms!!" Una said. She tied me to the desk with my tie and socks. Then she rode me , repeatedly, till I had come more times than I could remember, filling her with my rich, creamy spunk. "That was great...mfffff....." I said as Una gagged me with her cunt-juice soaked thong. "I have to make sure you dont't tell the whole office I fucked you," said Una. I noticed the way she put it..she fucked me, and not the other way round."The only way I can secure that is by castrating you. You wouldn't want everyone to know that an old biddy cut your bollocks off."" I flushed with fear. She was joking, right? But then she opened her wall cupboard, revealing a jar containing what looked like at least twenty pairs of testicles. And a huge, erect penis and scrotum. "The cock and balls belong to the first man from the office that I fucked," explained Una. " I thought he was special. But after we fucked he told everyone. I could tell by how all the men laughed when I passed. So I got him here again, tied him up, and told him I was going to emasculate him. He cried, but once I'd stripped off he couldn't help getting hard. I chopped off his cock and balls and had them stuffed by a lesbian friend I know, who stuffes men's cocks in return for a free fuck. I took pictures of him with a wound where his dick had been, then turned him loose. I later gave a few men from the office a look at the pictures and the severed dick. They stopped laughing, and most of them left the job. He did." "Since then, I've castrated every man from the office that I've fucked. You're the 21st!" Una whooped. She placed the jar on the table, and took a pair of chrome plated scissors from the cupboard. She carefully snipped off my scrotal skin, leaving my throbbing balls hanging free. As I whimpered into the gag, Una carefully snipped off my huge egg-sized balls, one by one. She took a few pictures, popped my balls in the jar, and then turned me loose. I still stare at Una's arse and boobs when she passes. But now all I feel is the aching emptiness where my male orbs used to be........
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