Serendipity

 The  Engendering

We first met at a seminar for networking professionals, in the conference room of a Ramada Inn of all places. Although fairly tall, I recall vividly how frail she seemed. What appeared to be a good mass of beautiful brown hair was fixed tightly in a bun just above her collar. Her expensive, extremely conservative clothing seemed to hang from her frame, all folds, dark hair and thin wire frame glasses.

Although she was attractive, and certainly gave the impression of competence and intelligence, I probably wouldn’t have paid her any attention had I not repeatedly caught glimpses of her staring my way rather intently in the way that shy but sexually curious women do. It was amusing how such women would stare daggers at you, sometimes even making a thorough survey of your crotch if they felt sufficiently camouflaged, abruptly averting their gaze once detected, resuming it just as quickly if your attention is diverted elsewhere  even for a instant.

Since she made it abundantly clear she was contemplating what flavour I might have been, I took it upon myself to navigate through the maze of courtesies and introductions that lay between us until I came upon her at long last on the far side of the room, at least four business cards heavier. “Hi, I’m Mark,” I said, flashing a smile after the fashion of Tom Cruise on his worst day. “Helloo,” she responded in heavily accented English, blushing profusely. She nearly dropped her laptop and purse altogether attempting to squeeze my hand, her expression appeared to be a mixture of terror and delight as she smiled with all the ease of a finalist in a beauty contest.

A few brief seconds of awkward silence ensued until she squeaked with exclamation upon the realization her hormones had suspended higher mental functions and she’d failed to properly introduce herself. “I’m Amelia, Amelia Anistakis!” she gushed. “Enchanted I’m sure Amelia,” I responded, gazing deeply into her eyes. If anything her pupils seemed to widen even further and she began dancing about as we spoke leaving no doubt that if it weren’t for social convention and the crowded room, she would have liked to have thrown a leg up on me right there.

We spoke for quite some time maneuvering towards the restaurant. Once seated at our table, she gazed somewhat befuddled at the menu. “This probably sounds strange, but I’m not use to eating away from home,” she pleaded, flashing a desperate smile. “What is good on here?” she asked outright. “I’m having the sirloin,” I replied, looking over the menu. “That might be a bit heavy for you though. I’d recommend the salmon, perhaps with some salad?” I asked, eyebrows raised. “That is good,” she nearly exclaimed. A very enthusiastic reply for a bit of fish.

During the hour that followed, I learned that my new companion had been born abroad, specifically in Greece, and had immigrated to this country at the tender age of nine. From that time forward she led a rather insular and traditional life, her parents having been strict devotees of the Greek Orthodox Church. Once away at college however, young Amelia savoured her first taste of freedom, the real America as it were. Old habits were hard to break in the end though, and although she enjoyed the privileges of dressing to her own tastes, and dating without chaperones in tow, she nevertheless remained a rather dowdy and conservative girl, preferring nights of study or rest to the wild nocturnal adventures undertaken by some of her peers.  

Our meal went fairly routinely, until we neared the end, at which point she began fidgeting about again. A moment later she reached for her purse. “I’ll get it Amelia,” I offered, smiling politely. “Please, call me Amy,” she asked, eyes dancing. “No one from this country calls me Amelia anymore, with all the friends its Amy,” she explained. “Very well, Amy it is then,” I replied just as the waiter materialized with the check.

By now the sexual tension was boiling over, and I was virtually positive we had the same thing in mind as we left the table together. Although no words were exchanged, Amy continued to grin like a Cheshire cat, and followed me without hesitation toward the elevators. I pressed the call button and large doors swung open conveniently at that very instant. “I’m on five,” I offered bluntly. “I’m on seven,” she replied, “but I think I’m going to five,” she added, stifling a little giggle as we crossed the threshold into the car. “Really now?” I shot back, smiling sarcastically. Boldly she reached forward and pressed the fifth button, vainly attempting to hold back a grin. 

Once disembarked from the lift, not another word passed between us as she followed me straight to my room like a stray puppy, keeping pace with my rapid gate. As opened the door and strode inside, Amy was hot on my heels. With some joy she tossed aside her business paraphernalia, allowing her expensive laptop to impact the carpet rather harshly, and kissed me fully. Although very appreciative of her attention, I was amazed at her forwardness and wondered if her lunch table tales had been largely fictional. Suddenly she pulled away as if coming out from under the influence of a powerful narcotic “Oh! I’m soree!” she stammered, blushing profusely. “Oh my God! Are you married?” she stuttered, clearly unnerved by her own brashness. I took her hand gently in my own, kissing it tenderly and explained that I was single, and always had been. “You’re a very sweet girl,” I said softly, gazing into her large brown eyes, her pupils grown to saucers.

Things blurred after that, our clothes ended up in the oddest places before we landed naked on my king size bed, my face buried in a thicket of lush Hellenic pubic hair.

I learned that my new love and I shared the same zip code as luck would have it, and so that first encounter soon led to many others. The first few trysts were as conventional as the original. But, as time passed little comments were made in the bedroom that began to reveal there might be much more to petite, pious Amy than met the eye, revelations that made my dick stiffen like iron as I stroked it in her absence.

 Revelations

Nearly six months had passed since that fateful day in the conference room. Amy and I were now making love several times a week. Her innermost thoughts and desires were becoming manifest to me, and I can honestly say that I’d never been more satisfied with a partner in my life.

Sunday was our day together regardless of circumstances, a welcome relief from the troubles of the world. We lay together one such lazy day in utter silence as she stroked my long penis, her eyes fixed to it as though she was memorized by its power and length. Her touch was delicate and so very arousing, small fingers dancing over my shaft, fluttering and caressing one moment, more firm the next, it was clear she knew her way around a dick. Making her toward the end of the shaft, she grasped the large purple head with her fingers all around the edge of the crown, the drooling slit against the inside of her palm. I moaned softly in response, causing her to look to my face for a moment with an expression of deep affection before returning her attention to the bloated head.

“So much power, and yet so vulnerable,” she cooed, squeezing and tugging on the head. Her words inflamed me, and dared to wonder if she might be thinking what I so dearly hoped she was capable of. Repositioning her small hand, she began to toy with the entrance to the urethra in the most maddening fashion, making me want to ejaculate far sooner than I’d planned. My penis flared even larger, semen beginning to inch its way up the shaft. “So easy to control,” she whispered, continuing her intoxicating manipulations. “A world of delight unto itself,” she continued. “What would you do if it were ever……..lost to you?” she purred almost inaudibly. At that I shot hard and fast, long ropes of thick semen launching from the purple head as she worked the shaft vigorously now helping me to achieve maximum release.

Hours passed as I napped holding her in my arms, awakening only when the orange rays of the setting sun shone in my eyes. Amy stirred next to me, already awake and kissed me lightly on the cheek. “I’ve thought of it often,” she admitted sheepishly. “I thought of having a man, of owning a man in that way since I was about twelve. I never told anyone, especially my mother. I thought I was one of perhaps ten women in the world who enjoyed such thoughts, until I went away to university. It was a relief when I found evidence of peers online,” she related softly, with half-shut brown eyes. 

I’m sure she couldn’t help but notice my penis rapidly becoming erect. “What were some of those thoughts, specifically?” I asked, no longer concealing my arousal. Amy shifted on the bed, for a moment I thought I had made her uncomfortable, but as she flipped her long brown tresses back over one shoulder and licked her lips, I realized she was simply excited. “We had a ‘houseboy’ when I was twelve; do you know what this means?” she asked, pausing her exotic tale for the moment. “Yes,” I answered. “His name was Ramón, I think he was from Spain, a student on break. Ramón spent most of his free time and probably half of his paid time trying to fuck our maid. I saw them several times when they were too engrossed with kissing and groping to hear my small feet pass in the hall. I think her name was Anna, but I’m not certain. Ramón seemed very handsome to me and I wondered constantly what it would be like to be Anna, to be woman with all of the assets. He had a small room in our home just down the hall from my own. I was fascinated by sex, even at that age, and I wanted a look at a grown man’s penis and sac. I thought if I snuck out of my room and spied on him at the right moment, I might get to see him undressed!” I couldn’t help but smile at the last comment, and she grinned a little in return, knowing how I appreciated her naughty little raven haired nature. “The very first time I did so, I got far more than I bargained for. As fate would have it he was laying on his bed wearing only a jersey, his lower half completely exposed. He was looking at a magazine while masturbating his long, thin, hard penis. I was so fascinated with the movement and the penis itself it was a moment before I noticed the balls beneath. I realize now they were about average, but seemed huge to me at the time resting at the bottom of a dangling pink sac. I touched myself a little in the hall, but grew afraid I’d make some small noise and he’d find me out, so I trotted as fast as I was able back to my tiny room,” she paused for a moment to sip a little water, ran her hand over my chest and continued. “As soon as I was under the safety of own covers, my hand found my hard little clit. In my adolescent fantasy, I became as mature, as buxom as Anna, with an ample rear behind me like the one his hands lovingly kneaded so many times in the hallway. I boldly sauntered into his room as he stroked himself and standing before him entirely naked, made him beg for me. But I wouldn’t let him have what he wanted. I would tie his penis and balls as tight as I could with ropes and pull on them very hard until he begged for relief. I would make him lick me until I came, and then make him fuck me until I came again. I tied him so tight he couldn’t have ejaculated if he wanted. Then when I’d had my fill of him, I pictured leading him to a chopping block, like one I’d seen in a movie. I’d tease him more there with my body, showing the inside of my pussy, pretending I would let him suck my breasts. When his frustration reached its peak, I would pull a fishing knife from within my long hair like the one my father kept on his boat and cut it all off, balls and all! That was before I understood what balls did for a man’s prick. When I realized that fact a couple of years later, I decided the thought of chopping off a virile dick and leaving the full balls hanging was considerably more erotic. He would suffer so with no way to relieve his agony.”

By now my dick was at full mast, and Amy was appreciative of the fact, squeezing it by the base and lowering her lips mere millimeters above the tip of the head. “I should cut the tip off for being so impudent,” she whispered sultrily. An instant later I felt her hot mouth envelop me, lingering about the head her lips paused just past the meaty helmet, tongue twirling all around. With delicious sloth she made her way down to the very root of my organ, until I could feel her lips against the skin of my sac. The head flared and snapped within the velvet confines of her hot throat, threatening to spill my seed down her gullet at any moment. In response she gulped several times, stroking my jerking member with the walls of her esophagus. I could feel her small breasts pressed against my thigh, the nipples drawn into hard pink pebbles. My fingers made their way through her long, brown mane until they rested gently against the back of her head. I’m uncertain how much of myself I released within her, but it was assuredly a generous spill, yet never a drop escaped her precious lips.

Months passed once again until I’d been with Amy nearly a year. Our sexual encounters had evolved to include role play by this late date, usually involving ropes and special blunt decorative knives Amy had purchased from an internet based company catering to our mutual interests. I imagined there was very little we had not shared by this point.

One special Sunday will always linger in my mind, for it was the day that led to all others, the first day of the rest of my life. My proper life that is, the one I was born to lead.

I allowed Amy to live out her fantasy of Ramón using me as she pleased. She was never more beautiful as she towered over me in leather garters, prodding my sensitive balls with a riding crop. I longed to lap at her furry crotch, my cock and balls painfully restrained by several layers of skillfully applied rope, but she would have none of it, and made it perfectly clear that I’d better get use to such denial as my cock would soon be hers and hers alone.

Eventually she did take a measure of mercy upon my poor genitals, allowing me the privilege of tasting her before entering her. Once inside of her, she wasted no time in brining one of her knives up against the very base of my impossibly hard organ, announcing that she would saw the thing off before I ever got a chance to erupt within her. At that of course I did erupt within her, and very copiously too.

Later that evening she lay in my arms, oblivious to the world as I was. The taste of her skin, the smell of her hair was far more intoxicating than any synthetic aphrodisiac. “I want you to take my cock,” I whispered near her ear. “I want it to be you.” I added, stroking her cheek. She responded only by sitting up a little and staring deeply into my eyes, a grateful, contented smile upon her lips, certain sadness mingled somehow, as though she’d waited a lifetime to hear those very words. “Only if you promise to be mine forever,” she replied after an excruciating minute. I took her small hand within my own and vowed we would never part, slipping a ring of promise onto a slender finger.

My proposal seemed to inflame her no end, and I entered her without difficulty, fucking her hard and fast first from above and then behind.  

  The Cutting

I stood before her, my long penis jutting out, throbbing just a little as she raised a hand to caress it. “You’ve got a lot to loose,” she nearly whispered. “Are you sure about this?” Amy asked, her doe like brown eyes gazing soulfully into my own, vaguely reminiscent of some animated character. I simply nodded in the affirmative, at which she engulfed the head of my penis in her warm, wet mouth.

 Her tongue swirled about the head of my organ with amazing speed, almost to the point of causing discomfort. Just when the sensation seemed a bit too much though, she would suddenly stop, pressing and poking at my turgid flesh with the very tip. It was maddening in the most pleasant of ways, and I began to think I would ejaculate soon.

Then, abruptly she stopped. My eyes sprung open, but before I could voice my disappointment, I saw her slender hand retrieve something from the nightstand, the plastic tie-off. Resigned to my fate, I cast my head backward for a moment and attempted to prepare for the discomfort, some of it extreme no doubt, which was to follow. I felt her slight fingers dance about the shaft as she slipped the ring down toward the base of my dick, causing me to throb a little under her touch. Once she was sure she had the thing at the very base, she quickly drew the tie as tight as possible. My penis flared at the sides, growing larger than it had ever been. The plastic bit hard into my flesh, squeezing my penis unbearably. Pain shot through the shaft and into my groin, but after a time, the organ began to numb.

I sat back in a chair, moving my rear close the edge so that my dick, which had attained new lengths, jutted as far as it might. Amy approached like a cat on all fours, making sure to emphasize the undulating motion of her ass, flipping her hair about like a restless horse. Her warm tongue flicked all over the tortured rod, teasing me at first, and then at long last engulfing the head once again. The mixture of pain and pleasure, each fading with every passing minute was exquisite. Even before the final touch my cock was dying whilst under the care of this wonderful dark haired little animal, and I wouldn’t have had it any other way. 

As pleasant as her ministrations might have been, ejaculation was out of the question, so I looked forward instead to a different release. After nearly an hour had past, the rod seemed virtually numb, a fact which I commented on. At that, Amy flipped her sumptuous mane to one side and retrieved the scalpel from just behind one of the legs of the chair. Taking the engorged cock head in her mouth one last time, which by now had turned the darkest of purplish hues, she brought her instrument to bear against the straining base, cutting deeply, swiftly until the entire hard, heavy shaft came off my body, dangling grotesquely from her sweet mouth. The pain was intense to be sure, but the sensation of the blade followed by the sight of my long organ hanging from her mouth, blood oozing rapidly from one end into an ice bucket below, was more than I could bear. Much to my surprise I felt as though I were about to experience an intense orgasm, but was rapidly overcome by lightheadedness, the room seeming to spin about at great speed for a moment.

Realizing I was overwhelmed, my partner dropped my severed dick into the nearby ice bucket, and quickly helped me into bed. Once horizontal, things were a bit more bearable, and she took a moment to lie next to me, running her soft hand down my chest, caressing my stomach. Gazing soulfully into my eyes once again, I realized Amy had somehow brought the bucket along with her as she reached behind her back with her free hand, producing my severed and shriveled organ. Slowly she brought the thing up to her lips, and gave the small head a little lick before returning it to the bucket behind her. She then kissed me, fully and with considerable passion, our tongues stroking and savouring one another for what seemed like an eternity before finally withdrawing and staring lovingly into my eyes once again. “I love you!” she whispered emphatically, and I couldn’t help but return the sentiment.

We rode together in the ambulance, exchanging knowing glances of adoration when the paramedic’s attention was directed elsewhere.

  Epilogue

As exciting and fulfilling as the experience of having my penis severed within a sexual context might have been, I wondered even before my “stumping” if I would ever experience release again. During the weeks of recovery that lay ahead, the thought became an obsession. Although I tried to hide my growing concern, I was sure Amy was aware of it, reassuring as she was.

It took some time to heal, but when things had mended sufficiently, I was pleasantly surprised by the results. The stump seemed incredibly sensitive, becoming erect whenever I brushed against it, either by design or accident. I felt like a young boy again in more than one respect. 

My first sexual encounter with Amy came shortly after our doctor’s approval. We were both anxious to resume the intimate part of our relationship after weeks of denial. As her hot tongue flicked about my small stump, I found I had to ask her to slow the pace a bit as the amount of sensation coming from the thing was overwhelming. Apparently what I had sacrificed in length was more than made up for by increased sensitivity. 
 

The need for release was paramount in both of us, our bodies demanding genital contact. With rough familiarity we jostled into position so that Amy was atop me, the long soft fur of her bush completely obscuring my diminutive protrusion. She expressed the urgency of her desire by immediately beginning to scrub her slick lips against me, at first from front to back, then assuming a circular motion as though she were kissing and sucking what use to be the base of my dick with her cunt lips.

We went on like this longer than I would have thought possible given the mutual level of arousal, a painful reminder that the possibility of ejaculation might be a thing of the past. An instant after that dark thought crossed my mind however, Amy began to shudder atop me, the small pink nubs at the ends of her nubile breasts drawn into hard little projections. I had always loved the sight of a woman’s stomach during orgasm, the rapid fluttering, her whole body shuddering like an engine with the timing out of sorts. The dew of her passion coated me, and I felt my genitals explode. Amy moved back just a little, and we both marveled at the volume of semen that gushed from within me not to mention the force with which it was expelled. Unhindered by the length of penis that was its former route, my ejaculate rocketed nearly two feet from my body, covering both our crotches in my warm seed. This gave Amy another small orgasm, her stomach contracting in that certain way a few times more, her pussy gently caressing my empty balls.

After cleaning up the considerable mess we’d made with the help of a strategically placed towel, Amy lay next to me in bed, one of her legs resting atop both of my own, allowing me to savour the feel of her ample fur against my thigh. We agreed that this experience rivaled my penectomy for the most intense sexual encounter of our lives. She took my hand and kissed it tenderly. “This is everything I’ve ever wanted, you’re everything I’ve ever wanted,” she cooed softly. I couldn’t have agreed more.

End