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Scared, Are You?

   I have been traveling all summer and have missed a few certain men. I see my appointment book is filled this morning. 

I get ready for my first procedure, but you are very late.  I really can’t have this, as I am way too busy to have my time wasted. 

              I call you and your wife tells me you should be here by now. I see you at the coffee shop near my home. I hear you bragging about your sex drive and your huge trophy balls. You tell your friend that even the nurse can’t resist your cock and balls.

            You continue to brag, not knowing I am standing right behind you. I join you and your friend and suggest you come with me for your appointment.

                   You can tell me it all has been a fun joke.  You explain that you are very respectful to your wife and her friends. You beg me to listen to you.  Yawns. This is getting rather boring now. I trick you by kissing you and inject a slight sedative. You are now putty in my hands. 

It is time.

 

Written By: Brianna
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Indulge

Your little life is so boring with everything on a schedule. From the time you get up in the morning till you go to bed. Same with your sex life, missionary sex every time. It’s quite pitiful and I wonder just how you go on and one with it. At work, you’re in charge and we both know you need to have a strong woman like me take control of your sex life.

I know exactly what you need.

PAIN and plenty of it. What are you waiting for my pet? You have all the accoutrements hidden away in the basement under the old Christmas decorations. Is that why you always volunteer to get anything from the basement?

It’s time to use them because really what are you waiting for? Surely not for your wife to figure out what you really need. Get everything from the whips, to the huge dildo you’re afraid.

Give into your needs and we’ll take your desire for pain to a new level.

 

Written By: Brianna
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Trophy Balls

When it comes to getting what I want, I can be a little dishonest.  A close friend of mine was having some issues with her husband. He can’t seem to keep his hands and his dick to himself.  We had a lovely lunch and several shots of Bacardi. She was a little tipsy and suggested I remove the problem from her husband. He has always been a bit of a pig. It might be the booze talking, but I was tempted to take her up on it.

He arrived the next day very confused. She told him I was a sex therapist and that I was here to help with his problem. Once he was stripped down, I examined his goods. Castration? On those beauties? Seems like a bit of a waste to me. We struck up a bargain. I would take care of his needs and him mine. The only thing he needed to do was pretend I did the procedure. He was not to ask his wife for sex and in return, he would keep his balls. To sweeten the pot, I told him we could fuck every day.

He was back at my office for his checkup. We fucked the morning away and he left. Then came the frantic call from his wife. Clearly he’s not human, as he wants to fuck just as much if not more.  My, my, my someone has been a very bad boy.  As much as it pains me to say, off with his balls.

 

Written By: Brianna
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Dress Up Time For My Slut

 I know you have been a naughty little sissy playing with my lingerie and rubbing your little clit.

I watch from the door as you rub the lace of my stockings over your skin, you’re so excited at the feel. You have no idea that I’m home, so you decide to take off your boy clothes and try on my pretty, sexy, slutty lingerie.

Your hard little clit is sticking out as you slip on a pair of pink lacey panties. You stand up to admire yourself and prop up your leg to try on my stockings.

I’m done watching, now it’s time to make you my little sissy slut. Your eyes light up when I pick out the perfect pair of heels to accentuate that cute little apple ass. Be a good boy and fetch my strap-on as we both know just where it is.

 

 

Written By: Brianna
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Look At Those Trophy Balls

   I’m taking a little me time, before my appointment.  Sometimes a woman just needs to unwind and pleasure herself before a long, busy day. 

Time got away from me and next thing I know, my  time was interrupted by my 1 pm Dr. appointment.

Being the bold person his wife described him as, he just walked right in on me.  I told him to go into my exam room and wait for me. How truly fucking annoying of him.

I just toss on my white coat and greet him again in the exam room. We talk for a few minutes and I explain to him why he’s here.

Once on the table and strapped in, I examine his balls. They’re quite the trophy balls. Seems like a shame to do away with them.  My “me” time was interrupted and his hard cock is very tempting. 

With him a bit woozy from the pain pill, I could easily hop on his cock and get what I need. What would be the harm of letting him cum hard just one more time for my pleasure?

My pussy is so wet and I begin to grind again on his cock. It feels so good.  I was about to straddle him, when I hear his wife in the waiting room.

Did I fuck him? Did I remove his trophy balls? Call me for all the twisted details.

 

Written By: Brianna
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The Perfect Valentine’s Day Gift

Look at you and how adorable you’re trying to find your wife the perfect gift for Valentine’s Day.  This is such a coincidence, because I know your wife. We’ve been chatting about all the sexy gifts she would love to get from you.

I can’t help you now, but give me your phone. Here’s my address and number. Call me to set something up. I know the perfect gift for her.

Here you are right on time. I sell lingerie, so let’s relax with a drink while I show you my suggestions. Have another drink. I promise you that it will help you to relax that tired mind and body. 

Oh wow, are you okay? Let me help you to a bed to lay down for a bit. Take this headache pill for me, you must have just drank too much too fast. Now, let’s get those restricting clothes off. 

                 Oh goodness, you had a very long nap. How are you feeling?  Oops, looks like there’s a bit of blood still on my implements. Is something wrong? You aren’t leering at me, like in the store. You seem concerned about her gift. Don’t worry, I promise she will absolutely fucking love it!

 

Written By: Brianna
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What is Useless, Swollen, and Blue, and Purple All Over?

  I know just what your tired and sick of it all wife wants for Christmas. She has been my closest friend since grade school and I intend to give her exactly what she wants.  Of course, I will need a little bit of help from you, her husband. 

I invite you over for a few drinks and a chat. You’re so fucking excited. Knowing you, I bet you’re thinking she wants something so hot and sexy like a threesome with me. Oh honey, you couldn’t be so far from the sad truth. 

As soon as you arrive, you mumble something about my tits and the things you would do to them.  You’re every bit the annoying pig your wife says you are. I really must put a stop to this! 

We have a few drinks and I get you to strip for me. You’re rock hard and for a brief second, your cock is tempting but, not today or ever. 

I tell you I want to be super kinky and do it on my massage table covered in plastic. That makes your cock twitch. You eagerly let me put your hands and feet in restraints. 

I strip down to next to nothing, as I watch your eyes go huge. I start to kiss down your chest, down to your stomach. I look up at you and smile. What is that glinting in my teeth?  You feel a sharp implement on your balls and a sudden gush of something warm.  

 

Written By: Brianna
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Some Things Never Change

Sometimes I just need a road trip by myself. There’s something so exciting about pulling over and getting a room at a side of the road motel. You just never know what to expect. 

I checked in late and nothing seemed to be open for dinner and drinks but a run down bar next to the motel. Why not? I always look for something different on my road trips. I do have a thing for bikers.

The bar seemed pretty lively for a week night. Lots of bikers, cowboys, and sexy women, just my sort of crowd. I played pool and danced with some of the ladies. A sexy brunette and I were getting very close when this man would not leave us alone. Not fucking again! Why can’t some men just take a hint.

We went to the ladies room and he said he would get us more drinks. I asked her if she wanted to take him back to my motel room and have some fun with him.

We had our drinks and invited him to go some place quiet with us. He was acting like such a fucking pig, as though he was the only man alive with a hard cock. Please, fucker!

We smoked a bit and drank even more. He was pretty fucked up, slurring words and being annoying.

He finally passed out. My new friend helped me undress him and restrain him to the old, worn out bed.  When he came to, we were naked and kissing each other. He mentioned something about it now being a party. Maybe not for you though!

The look in his eyes when he saw my scalpel. He began to beg for his life. I have no idea why he assumed we would kill him. I just wanted to rid him of the huge, hairy balls of his.

 

 

Written By: Brianna
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Useless

You are just so fucking useless to me. I mean seriously, what the fuck good are you?  You have the biggest balls I have ever seen, and the smallest dick I have ever had the misfortune to gaze upon. Useless and worthless.

I am told you have a remarkable sex drive, but that little dick?  What good are you, really? The only solution I can think of is to remove those balls. No, not just a simple pop a pill and you are done. No, I want them totally removed, and not just out of commission. 

It sort of sucks to be you, doesn’t it?  You have been told time and time again to stop being such a pig. You just can’t help yourself. Your balls are the root of the problem. Look at me one last time. Soon, you will have no desire at all. Meek like a neutered dog. It sucks to be you. 

I am all out of pain pills, such a shame. Take this big dog bone and bite down hard on it. No one wants to hear your screams of pain. You look so amusing. I did forget that your wife wants a video of the procedure.  Let’s get started. 

 

Written By: Brianna
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I’ve Got You Under My Skin

     

      When I crave a man, he has to be something fucking special. When I fall, I fall hard.  I met a musician at my last show, and I have decided he is mine to keep.  Tall, rough, hot, rich with ink and piercings.  What’s not to desire. It was fun for awhile. We met in dark alleys, in abandoned houses, bathrooms, and cemeteries.  I eventually do get bored, and you get possessive.  I tried to end it but, you won’t go away. What do I do? 

You invite me to your home. FUCK ME!! Now he is getting domestic on me. He cooks me dinner, and there is no booze or party favors. I give him one last fuck, because he is amazing in bed.  He begins talking about babies. Wait, what? He told me he was snipped. We are so fucking finished. I just leave.

          I get to thinking that even though I no longer want his dick, no one else can either. There is only one solution. I invite him over for drinks and such. He is super relaxed now.  I come behind him, and stick a needle in his neck. He quickly passes out. I remove his cock and balls quickly. I sew him up so he doesn’t bleed out.  I take his blood, bring it to my tattoo artist, and he uses it as ink.  See how romantic I really am? A part of him will be with me forever. 

 

Written By: Malaya Maxxx
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