Kyla and Matt III - Time's Up

The day came sooner than I expected. Kyla and I had had a very erotic few weeks, filling each day with sex play in which she would keep me on the brink for hours. We both figured there would be enough time in our lives for me to focus on her pleasure, so these weeks she dedicated to my penis. It had been good, but it was almost over.

The airplane was a massive, intercontinental jet engine. The waitresses appeared to be French, despite it being an American airport. They were speaking to many of the customers in French, and tried that language first with us, before Kyla blushed and shook her head, saying, "English, American."

Kyla was shameless, as usual. We had barely lifted off the runway before she reached over and grabbed my cock through my pants.

"You ready to say goodbye?" she asked playfully.

I shrugged, "Yeah. I suppose so. It's wierd, I enjoy having it, and I don't mind the thought of not having it, but it's the transition that's scary."

She was looking at me quizzically, so I said, "But it wouldn't be so erotic if it weren't a bit frightening. I mean, I'm having a part of my body amputated. A pretty important part!"

"Are you sure you want to? Also, you don't have to make up your mind yet."

A stewardess walked by, and Kyla quickly jerked her hand off my crotch, then put it back after she passed. I was visibly erect, straining through my pants. She giggled, and traced it with her finger.

We were sitting alone in a pair of seats, with a window next to me and an aisle between her and the set of center seats. Even so, an older woman sitting in one of the center seats gave us a frowning look.

Quietly, I said, "I can't help it. It turns me on. I want to get it done."

She shook her head as if mystified (her finger still tracing my dick), then said, "That's what I don't get. I mean, it feels good, right?"

"Yeah, absolutely!"

"You certainly seem to like sex and blowjobs and orgasms. Yet you don't want your penis?"

I thought about that, straining to explain. Finally I said, "It's not that I don't want to have it, exactly, it's that I do want to cut it off. I can't ever look at it sticking out and not think about, you know..." I made a 'shiink' sound and made a slicing gesture with my hand just above my groin.

"I just find it erotic. I can't help but want to do it." I finished.

She thought for a minute, then asked (more loudly than I was comfortable with), "Are you still going to look at porn?"

"Actually it's something I've often thought about, when I'm masturbating, especially recently. Sometimes when I'm masturbating and getting close, I find myself imagining looking at these same images, you know, without it... somehow, even thinking about that gets me off."

"You won't be able to even masturbate any more. You realize that right?"

"I know... I'm worried about that. I can barely go two or three days without cumming now. What am I going to do once I can't any more?"

She shrugged, still stroking it through my pants, "I figure you'll get used to it. You won't have much choice once it's cut off. You can't put it back on."

I nodded, squirming. Her fingers were working their magic. I looked around surreptitiously, then leaned in and whispered, "God, speaking of which, I can barely hold back now. You want to help me out a bit?"

She smiled and took her hand away from my hardon, then said quietly, "Have patience, oh, soon-to-be-dickless one. I might take mercy on you... a little later in the flight."

With that she sat back and closed her eyes, leaving me to stew and sweat.

I looked out the window for a while, wondering what this "chateau" would be like. The lights went out after a while, even though it was still full daylight outside. My mind drifted.

I was looking out the window some hours later, when my wife made a small sound and leaned over to lay her head in my lap. I glanced around; no one was looking. She pulled a pillow up next to her face, but then just lay there.

After a moment, I felt soft fingers undoing my fly. I wasn't erect, so it was easy for her to pull it out. When I felt her warm lips on the tip of it, I stiffened. Still, no one was looking.

With remarkable skill, she swirled her tongue around the tip of it, sucking and licking while barely moving her head at all. It was almost a shame, really... all this skill would go to waste once I chopped it off.

As soon as I had that thought, it swelled up so quickly she almost gagged. She had to pull back and sit up, laying the pillow across my crotch. I groaned in disappointment. She looked at me, sleepy. Brushing her hair out of her face, she mouthed the words, "Meet me in the bathroom."

While she stood up, I stuffed myself back in my pants, making sure to note which door she went into. I tapped my foot, impatient, then stood up abruptly to follow her. The door was unlocked, and when I slipped in, she was waiting for me, topless.

She grinned silently and sat down on the narrow toilet, opening her mouth and deftly pulling my cock into it. I tried to keep quiet while she went down on me in force, but it was hard. Her lips and tongue were so soft and warm and wet. But it was her teeth that drove me up the wall. She was nibbling at first, but would intersperse it with sharp bites, almost enough to hurt.

I grasped at the wall, biting back my breath. She looked up at me and grinned, which had the effect of pulling her lips back so I could see my penis caught in her pearly white teeth. She made a small growling noise, then opened her mouth and chomped down even farther down the length of it--taking most of it into her cavernous mouth now. Still looking up at me, she bit harder and harder, increasing the pressure until I cried out softly.

She pulled back and looked at it thoughtfully, running her fingers over the teeth impressions.

"How much of it do you want to cut off, do you think?" she asked.

I looked down at my cock, sticking out with her holding it like that and asking that question. Too aroused for words, I struggled to even form thoughts.

"I mean," she continued, pulling the skin back at the base to reveal the whole, taut shaft, "there's a certain eroticism to taking the whole thing off, right at the very base, don't you think?"

She glanced up at me, then looked back at it and said, "And yet I know you've fantasized about different amounts at different times. We could take off just the head, or the head plus a bit, an inch or two."

She pinched the glans lightly as she spoke, measuring off distances with the fingernail of her other hand. She continued, "But I'm afraid that would hardly seem like cutting off your penis at all. It would just leave you with a shorter, smaller, less sensitive member.

"I can't say I like that idea. If you're going to have a penis, I'd rather you have full length and sensation. If you're going to remove it, we should do a proper job of it, I say."

I came from sheer arousal, startling her with hot spurts of white cum jumping from the length of my cock to splash on her naked breasts and neck. Her words alone had driven me over the edge.

She laughed, milking the last few spurts from my penis with her hands.

"Well, so much for joining the mile-high club," she said, "It's not like we'll be able to do it on the way back!"

We were met at the airport by a beautiful young woman of asian descent. She was waiting at the gate, holding up a sign with our name on it.

"Good evening, my name is Mialee, and I will be your hostess this first night in Paris," she greeted us. Despite her asian appearance, she spoke with a delectable french accent.

"I'm afraid we cannot return to the Chateau today," Mialee explained, "as there is another guest of the Madame's whose trip has been delayed. I must pick him up as well, but he will not arrive until tomorrow. By way of apology, however, I have been authorized to pay for your accomodations this evening, as well as any evening entertainment you prefer."

"That's so generous of you!" Kyla said, "what sort of evening activities are there?"

Mialee smiled, "Madame, this is Paris, the City of Lights. If you want it, it is here."

Whenever I hear that phrase, I've always wondered how far it goes--like, if a man wants a penectomy, can he get that? Then, of course, I thought of the purpose of my trip. Apparently yes, even that was available in Paris. I felt myself swelling.

"Let's go to the opera!" Kyla exclaimed, her eyes shining.

I grinned, "Sure."

Mialee treated us to dinner at a restaurant along the Rue Bouganville. She was a charming young woman, but her English, though crisp and clear, was not blessed with a large vocabulary. We made do as we could, discussing mostly Paris and each other. We steered away from asking about the Chateau, for now.

The opera was a performance magnificique, everything from the music to the makeup to the opera house itself dripping with ancient baroque glory. Despite her initial enthusiasm, Kyla drifted off during the performance, falling gently asleep with her head on my shoulder.

At the end I shook her shoulder. She woke, bleary eyed, and glanced around, asking, "Is it over?"

"Jet lag, honey. Let's go to our hotel and get you in bed."

"No, not yet," she shook her head, still wiping sleep from her eyes, "I want to do one more thing."

On the way out, Kyla asked Mialee, "Can you help us find... a different kind of performance. Something sexy."

Mialee laughed, "Of course. I will take you to the... how you say, 'red light district.'"

We grabbed a taxi, and Mialee paid and gave him instructions in rapid french. Soon we found ourselves being let out in a narrow street quite literally lit with dozens of red neon signs showing crudely drawn depictions of nude women.

Mialee led us to what appeared to be a higher class establishment. She was greeted by name by a tall, friendly man in a tuxedo who guided us through curtained hallways to the inner sanctum. Once inside, we could see a large, low room, dimly lit. Dozens of tables and cushioned seats filled the floor, interspersed with at least a half dozen girls dancing on small, neon-lit dancing platforms, each with a pole for her to dance around.

As we took a seat, Kyla twined her fingers in mine and said, "I want to tease you with what you'll be missing. I want you to look at all these beautiful girls, and think about how soon, you won't be able to fuck any of them anymore."

She scooted a little closer, pressing her soft hip against mine, and slid one hand up my thigh to find my rapidly swelling member. She giggled, and said, "I thought that might turn you on."

Very slightly stroking it under the table, she whispered, "Not them, not me, not anyone else... because your fucking tool will be gone."

"Oh, fuck," I groaned, "Can we cut it off already? I don't know how much longer I can stand this."

"Patience, we're almost there," she answered, reaching for a drink the waiter brought.

Kyla and I appraised the various dancers over drinks, discussing the merits and flaws of the beauty of each. After about 20 minutes, Kyla and Mialee pulled the one we agreed was the most beautiful over to dance on our table.

The dancer focused her attention on me. She was a gorgeous creature, all leg and ass. She had a narrow waist and wide flaring hips with just enough cushion on her thighs and ass to jiggle. Her tits were medium-small, decorated with small tassels hanging off her nipples. Her pussy was covered by only a narrow strip of brilliant, neon-red cloth.

"Do you want a private dance?" Kyla leaned over and asked me, "my treat."

"Sure!" I said, through the haze of alcohol.

Mialee translated, and the dancer got off the table, smiled at us, and led us toward a private room. Kyla came with me, interestingly.

Once we were both situated in the comfortable booth, the dancer said something in French. When we didn't respond, she just smiled, closed the door, turned on the music, and began to dance. This girl knew how to lapdance! She arched her ass in front of me with slow, sensual movements. She brought her nipples almost to my mouth, jiggling them inches from my face. She ground her ass against my crotch, seeking out the pulse of my hard rod beneath the clothing and stroking it with her butt. Then she bounced quickly up and down in the air above my crotch as if she were fucking me.

"Is it okay if..." Kyla gestured at my crotch and at her mouth, and the dancer, comprehending after a moment, laughed and nodded, saying, "Oui, oui."

With that, Kyla unzipped my fly, pulled out my hard rod, and gave me a blowjob while I continued to watch the dancer. Her body swayed in perfect, rythmic motions of female sex. All the sexuality of it I could feel channeled into my hard cock, deeply embedded in Kyla's warm mouth.

Just as I started to get close, Kyla pulled back, saying, "That's enough. We don't want to make you cum yet. I want to save it for the big day."

The dancer laughed and said in clumsy english, "Time's up!" Then she reached down, grabbed the tip of my penis and said, "Bye, bye!"

A shock went through my system. Did she know what was going to happen to it? Had Mialee told her? Or was it simply an innocent goodbye?

I found myself reflecting on her words during the taxi ride back to the hotel. 'Time's up.' Was my time really up? What would it be like, after? Did I want to go through with this after all? Could I back out now, even if I wanted to?

Back at the hotel, I felt drained. I quickly dropped my stuff and headed into the bathroom to take a shower. Feeling the hot water rush over my body, I tried to wash away the doubts and uncertainties, just enjoy myself. This was the culmination of a life-long fantasy, it should be fun right?

Feeling better, I got out and toweled off. When I came out into our room, Kyla and Mialee were both waiting for me, wearing nothing but lingerie. When I saw them, my arousal was mixed with a sense of exhaustion.

"You don't have your penis for much longer, Matt," Kyla said, "It might be tomorrow that it goes. I want you to enjoy yourself tonight. You can fuck us both."

I looked over at the asian girl, confused, "Mialee?"

She smiled, "I am here to service you. My body is yours. I will dance or suck or fuck. I will do whatever you want."

I considered just going to bed, but this was not an opportunity to be wasted. I looked at both of them, ready for my pleasure, and walked up to my wife, dropping the towel.

Her eyes fluttered as I approached; I'm not sure what she saw there. But when I grabbed her and threw her face down on the mattress, she let out a little moan, half fear and half arousal. I caressed her firm, beautiful ass, kissing it and admiring the way the lingerie highlighted her curves. Then I wrapped my fingers around that lingerie, and with one sharp pull, ripped it and pulled the shreds off her body.

Fully erect, I opened her asscheeks to admire her pussy lips from behind, and moved my cock into position. She wasn't very wet yet, but I didn't care. I shoved it inside her. Kyla cried out. It hurt even me, and it probably hurt her more, but I couldn't stop. I was an animal, fucking for its life.

Kyla made little noises, part pain and part lust. But her vagina flooded with liquid quickly, and soon I was sliding in and out of as slippery a tunnel as I ever had. Then her noises took on a different tone, deeper and more breathy. She closed her eyes and angled her head a bit more comfortably. Her face was pressed against the bedspread, and also contorted with emotion. Pounding away, I drank in the sight of her.

Mialee came around the bed slowly, gently touched my back. I glanced at this hot girl, totally ready to be used by me in whatever way I wanted. I pulled out of my wife and turned to that girl, grabbing her close to me. My wet dick slapped against her thigh. I pulled back her hair with my hand, exposing her neck, and devoured it, savoring the dark, silky smooth skin. I nibbled on her collarbone, and reached behind her to unclasp her bra.

Kyla sat up, wincing a little bit, and watched. Once I had Mialee's bra off, I threw her against the bed, next to where Kyla had been. She was littler than Kyla, curvy in a more muscular, athletic way, but the shape of her body inflamed me. She giggled, kicking her legs and raising them to show me her cunt from behind. I grabbed her legs, grabbed her panties, and forcefully slid them down and off her heel-clad feet.

For some reason, my erection was fading. I glanced at Kyla. She smiled, brushing her hair out of her face. Reaching underneath her, she pulled out a condom from where she had been sitting on the bed, and handed it to me.

I tentatively smiled back at her, then put the condom on and went to fuck Mialee. This time I didn't force my way in, but I didn't plan on lingering either. I slipped my thumb into her cunt. Finding some juices, I slid those up, finding the sharp nub of her clitoris and coating it in slick liquid. I diddled it quickly with my thumb. Mialee gasped, arching her back. I could almost feel her getting more wet.

I thought about fucking her now, but I was starting to get curious about where this could go. Kyla didn't react quite like this when I touched her clit. Too much stimulation too fast was unpleasant. But the asian girl was not pulling away, only arching her back taughter and taughter, her mouth open in a soundless scream.

I kept up the pressure, rubbing hard and switching to a circular motion. Her clit was small, but well-defined. It was easy to keep my thumb right on it with it so erect. Suddenly she grasped the bedsheets, crumpling them between her fingers, and let out two or three wordless cries. I slipped my other thumb into her cunt and felt the hard contractions of her orgasm, her vagina gripping at me. Damn- I wished it had been my cock in there!

Without waiting further, I grabbed her hips with both hands and yanked her bodily toward me, lifting her lower body off the bed to impale her crotch on my stiff cock. This was a good last fuck, I thought, leaning into her and thrusting. I tried to imagine not having a cock to fuck with. It was surprisingly easy, this time. I just wouldn't do this any more.

But for now, I relaxed into my pleasure. Her vagina gripped me more tightly than Kyla's usually did. I knew I shouldn't cum, but it was getting hard to hold back. Kyla moved over to stroke Mialee's soft, brown belly, watching us fuck from up close. Mialee's eyes were scrunched up and her mouth still open, making tiny animal noises.

"You can come if you want to..." Kyla said softly.

I thrust myself once, hard, into the asian girl. Then I held it there, clenching the muscles at the base of my penis to enhance my pleasure. Still buried inside of her, I said, "No, you're right. I want to save it for tomorrow.

"I've had a good last night," I said, pulling out of Mialee and pulling the condom off. I threw the condom away and sat down, suddenly tired. I wrapped my arms around Kyla. My penis twitched.

"You up for more?" I asked softly, arousal and tiredness battling inside me.

She hesitated, then shook her head. "I'm a little sore, from earlier." She touched my chest, "Sorry."

"That's okay." I lay back on the bed.

Mialee, recovering herself, pulled herself off the bed and gathered a sheer silken robe about herself.

"Goodnight!" she whispered, and went to the door. Before going out, she turned out the lights in the room. Kyla and I worked our way under the covers.

"It's wierd to think I won't be fucking any more..." I said softly, pulling the blankets up and wrapping my arms around her.

"It won't seem so wierd after a while. You just won't be fucking anymore. It'll become normal, I think..." She wrapped her fingers around my arms, cuddling her back against me, her butt in close in the crook of my hips.

After we lay there still for a moment, I asked quietly, "Can I be inside you while we fall asleep?"

After a moment, Kyla said, "Sure."

She reached between her legs to grab my still-wet, still mostly-erect cock and angle it toward her body. She had to lift herself up a bit to get it in, but then it slid in easily. I shifted down a bit to be able to penetrate her more easily.

When it was all the way in, we sighed together and relaxed. I buried my face in her hair and worked on falling asleep. It was hard. The sensation of her warmth around my bare cock was so delicious, and I was still so horny. But I also felt... detached. Maybe it would be alright to lose it. Maybe I was ready.

One thing I was sure of. I would want her to do it. I wouldn't give up my penis for anyone but her. I tried to imagine how she would do it. Would it be a chopping board and a big knife, like I'd fantasized about since childhood? That didn't seem very realistic, but I was pretty sure I wanted it to be quick. And as painless as possible. Maybe they would have a guillotine that we could use.

I tried to imagine the sensation of sticking my penis into a guillotine. It was one that I had envisioned many times, always with the heightening sense of dread and eroticism of placing your most sensitive flesh under a blade. How would it feel, how throbbing and alive, in those last seconds before the blade fell?

Tomorrow I would find out.

I couldn't help myself. It wasn't getting softer, it was getting harder, flaring inside of her. Kyla's breathing was even and quiet, almost silent. I moved ever so gently, afraid of disturbing her. One tiny, slow thrust, just enough to stretch the skin. Then back. Slowly, slowly, I did it again.

I adjusted my hand to hold her tits. She didn't respond, so I eased further into her again.

"I want you to do it," I whispered, almost silently, "I want you to be the one to take my penis. No one else."

I thrust again, barely, gently moving. She still wasn't disturbed.

"I want you to use a guillotine, and just chop it off for me. Will you do that for me?"

"Okay," she said, startling me.

"Really?"

"Yeah" she nodded, sending ripples down her hair.

I groaned, then said, "I can't believe it's real..." She didn't respond, and I kept easing my body in and out of hers.

"Do you mind if I still cum tonight?" I asked

After a slight pause, she said, "Okay, but be gentle."

"I will." True to my word, I continued thrusting only ever so gently, barely disturbing her at all.

"Will you still get excited like this when it's gone?" she asked quietly.

"I don't know..." I said.

"Let's leave a little stump," she said, "So you'll still have something to rub against me."

Groan. "I thought you wanted to "do it right" if we do it at all?"

"Not much of a stump," she clarified, "just a half inch or so. Enough to push into the entrance of my vagina. I don't need to be filled, the entrance is the most sensitive part, anyway."

"Oh god that's hot..." I groaned, thrusting a little more firmly, so aware of how deeply I was reaching into her. Soon I would be able to only just penetrate the entrance. I would never be able to reach this deep in her again.

She giggled a bit and said, "you can rub it against my clit! That could be kinda nice actually, with a stump the right size."

The head of my penis flared inside her when she said that. "Oh god, I'm cumming!" I moaned.

She drifted one hand along my thigh and said, "Cum for me!"

I thrust myself as deep in her as I could reach, which wasn't that far, because of the angle, and said, "Tell me you'll do it! Cut it off for me, tomorrow!

"Yes, I will."

She arched her butt toward me in a way that invited my cock all the way in. I tightened my grip on her and my whole body tensed up. Then I cried out as I came for the second time that day, my whole body straining to pump my seed deep into her.

She waited patiently through my orgasm, then when I came down she asked gently, "Happy?"

"Yes," I nuzzled against her hair, relaxing at last. Before I knew it, I was asleep.