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.
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Written By: Brianna
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