On The Brink (straight)
On The Brink

I could not believe my luck. What a pickup! She was gorgeous, with long silky
blonde hair, big tits on a tight body, long long legs, and the face of a
goddess. She was perfect in every way. It was odd that she had no husband or
boyfriend and was reduced to being picked up in a bar. But who would argue?
And she was not acting. She was hot for actions. She needed a cock badly. Was
it possible that such a gorgeous chick suffered from cock starvation?

We went back to her apartment. She was so hot that we did not make it to the
bedroom. We did it on the living floor. She was so sensitive. Orgasm after
orgasm raked her lovely body. The poor thing must not have a cock for years.
Hey, I was the guy. I would do it forever. I really held back. I wanted it to
last forever. I wanted to make her come and come and come and come and come
and come and come. My cock could not hold it in any more. With this babe, any
man could do it ten times. She could get a mummy excited. I was fighting the
losing battle. I was coming. I tried to hold it in, make it last a little bit
longer. But I was losing. A few more seconds, I would come.

Pain exploded in my balls, my body. The whole world turned red. I froze. My
hands instinctively went to my balls. I rolled into a ball, off her lovely
body. Then I saw her, standing there, as beautiful as my lover, elegantly
dressed in a silk blouse and tight pants, and expensive boots. She kicked my
balls a few seconds before I came. Why couldnt she come home a few seconds
later? At least I could come once. Thats why such a goddess had no husband or
boyfriend.

They were having a fight. I could not follow it. The whole world was pulsing.
My pain was pulsing. Colors change. I didnt care. I wanted to come, in my
goddess of love, and then get out of there. She kneeled down next to me and
took my hands off my balls. Through the pain, I could see her cleavage, her
sexy, tiny, lace bra. My instincts were fighting each other. I wanted to hold
my balls. I wanted to grab her tits. Then my hands left my balls. Another huge
explosion of pain and I passed out.

When I regained consciousness, I found myself in their big, four poster bed.
My ankles and wrists were securely tied to the bed posts. My huge cock was
still rock hard. The pain was still pumping out of my balls. Then I saw them,
in tiny panties and lace bras only. It was amazing how much alike their bodies
were. It was difficult to tell one from the other. Then the one who kicked me
held my balls. It was wonderful. Her hands were so soft. I would not mind at
all if she wanted to kick my balls and nurse them.

Then I heard her for the first time. That slow, sexy, purring voice could make
any cock hard. "You were very bad. You should never fuck someone elses woman.
And now, you will get your punishment." Honey, I think you punished me more
than enough. A hard kick on the balls, stopping my come three seconds before
it shot out. Then another blow so hard that I passed out. But she didnt think
so. Her lovely hand that held my balls pulled the sac tight. Then another
explosion of pain, worse than the kick. Then I knew. She held up my balls. She
just cut them off! Then her sexy hand held my huge cock. I could feel the
pleasure through the blinding pain. Now I could see the knife. She very slowly
cut at the base of my cock. In a couple of seconds, it was done. My cock was
in her hands. Just before I passed out, I saw them kissed and made up.