Musings of a Cutting

She lightly tickled the head of his raging penis with her fingertips, causing the whole thing to jerk under her touch. She couldn’t help but stare, it seemed impossibly hard and the skin had taken on a sheen she'd never seen before. The thought occurred that he might be a bit too hard for his own good, but there wasn’t enough concern to interrupt her fun.

Again and again she took the entirety of him into her mouth, sliding down the saliva coated shaft until she reached the very bottom, making him shiver from head to toe whilst she ran her tongue about the root like some specialized machine. Remembering his balls, she reached beneath and gave the orbs a learned squeeze, and then another, in fact a series of little manipulations that drove him mad. He was sure to come soon, it couldn’t be much longer.

Suddenly she stopped all of her efforts and waited until his eyes shot open, but before he could protest, she brought the stainless blade to bear against the thick root, burying it in the thicket of black hair that forested the base of his organ. "I'm going to take it," she hissed from between clenched teeth. "I'll have it forever, I won’t settle for less," she teased, circling the root of his sex with the blade, sending tingles down his spine.

He thought of loosing the thing, of being utterly dickless, never to be whole again, a band of hung brothers about him, deriding him for his impulsive choice, mocking his idiocy. How could anyone be as thick? Who would loose such a prize, such a likely organ, stout stalk, proud protuberance, reduced to a stub, perhaps less. "I would," came the answer "I would surrender it, and give it over gladly, to her, trade a lifetime's bliss for a few minutes of perfect pleasure."

"Take it! Take my big, thick dick!" He commanded loudly, surprising himself. Could that have really been his voice? It sounded like the voice of a stranger, an invader foreign to his conscience. At that she took the improbably shiny head between her lips and brought the polished blade to bare against him in earnest, breaking the skin a bit as she circumscribed the foundation of his pleasure. As she rounded the gnarly stump, she felt the rod twitch violently in her mouth, his head tossed backward like some wild stallion, only to snap back downward so as not to miss a precious moment.

With some effort she sawed into the rod, gripping the end tightly now with her hand, and as the blood burst forth with diluvian force, his sperm arced from the tip in great fonts, coating her neck and chest with thick white seed which slowly oozed downward toward her belly. She made quick work of him now, hacking off the remainder quite savagely so that none of him would remain when his passion subsided, a moment when he might beg her to stop lest he loose all forever.

Just as the situation might have become mortal, she deftly attached a surgical clamp to the bloody mess that use to be the base of his cock. She lay next to him and stared tenderly into his eyes. He watched astonished as she brandished his severed organ between her fingers. It looked so pathetic, a shriveled little thing, nothing like his proud staff. She gave the tip a small lick, and then placed the thing between her legs, shifting somewhat so he could see. "Now I will have you always," she cooed, stuffing his offering inside her.

As he faded away a desire to fuck her flickered somewhere in his dreaming mind. How wonderful it would be to plunge into her once more, to release his burden within her torrid walls. Suddenly her whisper came like a thunderclap, "You feel so good inside me, baby," she purred, fondling his chin. "I have you forever," she added as all descended into darkness. 

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