Lorelei's Test
a story i found
I had been with Lorelei for four months, and was yet to actually have sex with her. I had pleasured her, rubbing her soft mound until her pants were soaked and my hand was numb, but I had never even seen her naked form, let alone touched her milky flesh. She told me soon, always soon, and made me promise not to masturbate while I waited, so that when the time came it would be truly special. And so I waited, Lorelei softly cooing, "Soon," while my balls impatiently cried "Now!"
It was when I was about to crack, the very day I finally decided I couldn't take it anymore, when she called, as though on cue. I had been thinking of her, lying on the couch and gently stroking my cock, remembering her French accent and the smell of her juices through her panties, when the phone rang.
'Hello?' I asked, still stroking my knob.
'Tonight,' came her breathy voice through the phone.
'Huh?' I said, quickly hiding my erection, as though she could see me. 'Tonight what?'
'Tonight I want you, silly,' she said with a girly giggle. 'I want sex.'
'Seriously?'
'Yes, seriously, Peter. You come over to my place at nine, and then I want to fuck. You haven't played with yourself, have you?'
'No.'
'Good. Then I'll see you at nine o'clock, and we'll do it... after a little test.'
'Uh... test?'
'Nothing bad,' she said with a laugh. 'Just a little test.'
Then she hung up.
I arrived at Lorelei's apartment at ten to nine, a new packet of condoms in my pocket and a slight razor-burn on my freshly shaven face. I rang the doorbell and breathed deep. My balls ached with the built up tension of four months of foreplay, and I had to concentrate just to stop my hands shaking with nervous anticipation. The door opened and I involuntarily let out the breath in the form of a guttural moan at the sight before me.
Lorelei, all six feet of her, was poured into a scarlet skirt, short enough at the bottom to promise a glimpse of crotch, if I could drag my eyes away from her long, slender legs. My cock jumped in my pants as I looked at her petite, firm breasts, perking up in natural beauty. Finally I looked at her face, and she bit a tooth down on her glossy lips as she smiled back at me. She wore her hair loose, letting the raven bob hang down around her creamy face, and her sharp blue eyes were alive with mischief.
I tried to speak, but the words gagged in my throat.
'Come in,' she said, grabbing my collar and pulling me inside her warm apartment.
'I bought us some wine...' I stuttered, but was cut off as she kissed me, throwing the bottle on the carpet. I felt a tingle in my balls as her tongue darted in and out of my mouth. She pushed me roughly onto the couch and stood before me, her index finger held to her bottom lip.
'I want you,' she said, letting her hand fall to her waist and stroke her crotch. 'I want you here.'
'I want you too,' I said, my senses reeling in excitement.
'But the test,' she moaned, still rubbing herself. 'First the test.'
'Okay, I'll do anything.'
Lorelei took my hand and led me to her small kitchen.
'Take off your clothes,' she breathed in my ear.
I hurriedly obeyed and stripped with my back to her, turning once I was naked. She giggled at the sight of my flaccid penis hanging over a set of swollen, blue balls.
'Wow,' she said with a white-toothed grin. 'You have been good, haven't you?'
I nodded shyly, embarrassed at my nakedness.
'That's good, Petie, perfect for the test. Now, hop up on the table, on your knees.'
It seemed more than a little odd, but I didn't want to damage my chances, and so complied. I climbed onto the round, wooden dinner table and knelt at the edge. Lorelei moved over to the draws beneath the sink and reached inside, pulling out two sets of shining, silver cuffs.
'Uh...' I stammered. 'Handcuffs? What are we doing?'
She moved towards me slowly, her hips swaying seductively, and leaned into my ear.
'It's all part of the test,' she breathed. 'Do you trust me?'
'Sure I do.'
She ran a fingernail gently across my balls.
'Do you want me?'
Her voice was liquid sex, and I felt my cock grow slightly.
'So much,' I replied.
She reached her arms around me and I felt the cuffs lock into place, one set around my ankles, the other locking my hands together behind my back. Lorelei stepped beck, a wicked grin crossing her perfect face as she looked me up and down.
'Now,' she said, the smile growing. 'The test.'
She slid the left shoulder strap of her dress down across her arm, revealing a portion of her breast, before continuing.
'I'm going to strip, layer by layer until I'm totally naked.'
I smiled, trying to count just how many fantasies of mine this was covering at once.
'Don't smile too quick, Petie,' she said, holding up a finger. 'The test is, while I strip, if you get an erection, you lose.'
'Excuse me?' I said, aware of the desperate aching in my nuts. 'If I crack a fat, you're not going to have sex with me?'
'Peter,' she said, fixing me with an evil smile. 'If you get hard, if that little cock of yours stands up, I'll castrate you.'
'What!?'
'I'll castrate you,' she repeated, rubbing her crotch once more.
'Okay, very funny,' I said, laughing nervously. 'What's really going to happen?'
Lorelei stepped over to the cupboard and removed a plastic box, placing it on the table beside me.
'What's really going to happen, Peter,' she said as she opened the box to reveal a supply of medical equipment. 'Is that if you can't control your dick, I'm going to cut your balls off. Deal with it.'
The reality of the situation started to sink in as I watched Lorelei's fine, creamy hands pull out a scalpel and run its blade across one of her fingers. The perfectly sharp edge drew a fine line of blood, which she raised to her lips and sucked off.
'Shall we begin?'
I didn't reply, my mind focusing on the task ahead of me. Thoughts raced through my head. It was going to be tough, with my ripe testicles fit to burst, but I could do this. I just had to concentrate on something else.
Lorelei wasted no time, slipping off the remaining strap and letting the dress fall to her feet. Jesus! I felt my cock grow substantially as I gazed at the goddess before me. Her skin was white as snow, beautiful in contrast to her black lace panties and bra. I closed my eyes in desperation.
'Open your eyes, Petie,' she giggled.
I didn't, not even as I heard her step closer. I felt her hand wrap around my nuts gently, and then I screamed as she squeezed them with all her strength.
'Open your eyes!' she spat.
Hesitantly I opened my eyes, dreading looking at her. She stepped back again to enhance my view, and twirled on the spot.
'You're doing well, Petie, not hard yet. But I think I'll have those balls yet, yes?'
I gulped, feeling my cock stretch a little as she slowly reached behind and removed her bra. Two pink, bouncy cupcakes, each topped with a stiff, brown nipple, wiggled before me. My cock started to rise, but I fought it down enough for now. But I knew I wouldn't last, not when the panties came off.
'Almost,' she sighed. 'Better be careful, I don't have any anaesthetic.'
Lorelei turned and bent over in front of me, keeping her legs straight to maximize their appeal and the curve of her luscious ass. My cock began to rise again, and I started to feel control slipping from my grasp.
'Uh, oh...' she said as she turned to face me. 'Peter's in trouble.'
My cock was at half-mast and rising. Lorelei slipped a finger into each side of her panties and slid them down her legs. My cock was almost completely erect. She lifted her left leg onto a chair.
'Say goodbye to your balls...'
Her finger slipped inside her beautiful, bald cunt and she moaned ever so slightly. And with that, I lost the battle and failed the test. My cock became rock hard, eager for the pink pussy not two meters from it, and unaware of the fate it had just sealed. Lorelei moaned and rubbed her clit slowly.
'Bad luck, Petie,' she said with a beautiful, ecstatic smile.
She took her leg down, licking her juices from her finger as she stepped towards me and whispered in my ear.
'I'm going to enjoy this so, so much.'
The scalpel was in her hand, and I looked down as she squeezed my scrotum tight around my aching nuts and ran the scalpel across them. I squirmed as she made the cuts, my soft sack parting easily before the blade's slice. The cuts done and my sack opened on either side, Lorelei looked me in the eyes and winked. I winced in pain as she poked two manicured fingers in each cut, wriggling them around for a moment before pulling out my testicles. She left the exposed, pink organs hanging from either side of my empty sack. Then she took some surgical thread and tied off the cords above my balls. My cock, much to my surprise, remained hard as stone.
Lorelei moaned. 'I think you're enjoying this, Petie. I think you want me to cut off those pathetic balls.'
'No,' I said. 'Please... not my balls.'
'Don't lie,' she said with a giggle. 'I know. All men really just want a good woman to castrate them. You might not realize it, but that stiff cock does.'
She stepped towards me, kissing me while she stroked my cock. I groaned, a groan which became a yelp as she slid the scalpel through the cord of my left testicle. Still pulling on my erection, she held the organ up for me to see. It rolled in her hand, a trickle of sperm spilling out onto her palm. She looked down to my cock, and I followed her gaze just in time to see a large drop of pre-cum slide down my shaft.
'You fucking love it,' she cooed.
'No...' I tried, but I was too far gone.
Lorelei jerked my cock hard, massaging my remaining ball between the fingers of her other hand. I felt the ball tighten as orgasm approached. She looked me in the eyes.
'Bye, bye, balls.'
I groaned as I felt the hot cum rush up my shaft. It burst from my cock in thick gushes, four months worth of frustration spurting out onto Lorelei's flat stomach and running across her shaven vagina and down her legs. She moaned as she yanked down my nut and raised the scalpel to the cord. I was still groaning, my cock still in sperm-firing spasms, when she sliced off the ball. I didn't scream, just stared in shock as the testicle was raised before me. Lorelei, grinning wildly and frantically rubbing her pussy, held the testicle above her mouth and squeezed. She groaned ecstatically as the squashed organ let a large, stringy glob of sperm droop down onto her tongue. With the last cum I would ever produce still swirling around her mouth, she kissed me, long and passionately.
She sowed me back up with amazing skill before leading me to her bedroom. The cuffs remained in place. I was in a shocked, horrified stupor, my mind trying to come to terms with what just happened, as she lay on the bed and forced my face into her dripping crouch. She made me eat her for hours, all the time keeping my removed balls in her grasp. She rolled them around in her hands, popped them in and out of her mouth, and showed them to me again and again as I licked her tangy cunt. And each time she came to a bucking, liquid orgasm she moaned, 'I cut off your balls... castrated you... you'll never fuck again...'
My cock doesn't work anymore, it just lies pathetically limp and shrivelled over my scarred, empty sack. Every once in a while it gets hard - actually proper, rock hard - but only when I think of the beautiful Lorelei, cutting off my balls with my last load glistening on her thighs.
I had been with Lorelei for four months, and was yet to actually have sex with her. I had pleasured her, rubbing her soft mound until her pants were soaked and my hand was numb, but I had never even seen her naked form, let alone touched her milky flesh. She told me soon, always soon, and made me promise not to masturbate while I waited, so that when the time came it would be truly special. And so I waited, Lorelei softly cooing, "Soon," while my balls impatiently cried "Now!"
It was when I was about to crack, the very day I finally decided I couldn't take it anymore, when she called, as though on cue. I had been thinking of her, lying on the couch and gently stroking my cock, remembering her French accent and the smell of her juices through her panties, when the phone rang.
'Hello?' I asked, still stroking my knob.
'Tonight,' came her breathy voice through the phone.
'Huh?' I said, quickly hiding my erection, as though she could see me. 'Tonight what?'
'Tonight I want you, silly,' she said with a girly giggle. 'I want sex.'
'Seriously?'
'Yes, seriously, Peter. You come over to my place at nine, and then I want to fuck. You haven't played with yourself, have you?'
'No.'
'Good. Then I'll see you at nine o'clock, and we'll do it... after a little test.'
'Uh... test?'
'Nothing bad,' she said with a laugh. 'Just a little test.'
Then she hung up.
I arrived at Lorelei's apartment at ten to nine, a new packet of condoms in my pocket and a slight razor-burn on my freshly shaven face. I rang the doorbell and breathed deep. My balls ached with the built up tension of four months of foreplay, and I had to concentrate just to stop my hands shaking with nervous anticipation. The door opened and I involuntarily let out the breath in the form of a guttural moan at the sight before me.
Lorelei, all six feet of her, was poured into a scarlet skirt, short enough at the bottom to promise a glimpse of crotch, if I could drag my eyes away from her long, slender legs. My cock jumped in my pants as I looked at her petite, firm breasts, perking up in natural beauty. Finally I looked at her face, and she bit a tooth down on her glossy lips as she smiled back at me. She wore her hair loose, letting the raven bob hang down around her creamy face, and her sharp blue eyes were alive with mischief.
I tried to speak, but the words gagged in my throat.
'Come in,' she said, grabbing my collar and pulling me inside her warm apartment.
'I bought us some wine...' I stuttered, but was cut off as she kissed me, throwing the bottle on the carpet. I felt a tingle in my balls as her tongue darted in and out of my mouth. She pushed me roughly onto the couch and stood before me, her index finger held to her bottom lip.
'I want you,' she said, letting her hand fall to her waist and stroke her crotch. 'I want you here.'
'I want you too,' I said, my senses reeling in excitement.
'But the test,' she moaned, still rubbing herself. 'First the test.'
'Okay, I'll do anything.'
Lorelei took my hand and led me to her small kitchen.
'Take off your clothes,' she breathed in my ear.
I hurriedly obeyed and stripped with my back to her, turning once I was naked. She giggled at the sight of my flaccid penis hanging over a set of swollen, blue balls.
'Wow,' she said with a white-toothed grin. 'You have been good, haven't you?'
I nodded shyly, embarrassed at my nakedness.
'That's good, Petie, perfect for the test. Now, hop up on the table, on your knees.'
It seemed more than a little odd, but I didn't want to damage my chances, and so complied. I climbed onto the round, wooden dinner table and knelt at the edge. Lorelei moved over to the draws beneath the sink and reached inside, pulling out two sets of shining, silver cuffs.
'Uh...' I stammered. 'Handcuffs? What are we doing?'
She moved towards me slowly, her hips swaying seductively, and leaned into my ear.
'It's all part of the test,' she breathed. 'Do you trust me?'
'Sure I do.'
She ran a fingernail gently across my balls.
'Do you want me?'
Her voice was liquid sex, and I felt my cock grow slightly.
'So much,' I replied.
She reached her arms around me and I felt the cuffs lock into place, one set around my ankles, the other locking my hands together behind my back. Lorelei stepped beck, a wicked grin crossing her perfect face as she looked me up and down.
'Now,' she said, the smile growing. 'The test.'
She slid the left shoulder strap of her dress down across her arm, revealing a portion of her breast, before continuing.
'I'm going to strip, layer by layer until I'm totally naked.'
I smiled, trying to count just how many fantasies of mine this was covering at once.
'Don't smile too quick, Petie,' she said, holding up a finger. 'The test is, while I strip, if you get an erection, you lose.'
'Excuse me?' I said, aware of the desperate aching in my nuts. 'If I crack a fat, you're not going to have sex with me?'
'Peter,' she said, fixing me with an evil smile. 'If you get hard, if that little cock of yours stands up, I'll castrate you.'
'What!?'
'I'll castrate you,' she repeated, rubbing her crotch once more.
'Okay, very funny,' I said, laughing nervously. 'What's really going to happen?'
Lorelei stepped over to the cupboard and removed a plastic box, placing it on the table beside me.
'What's really going to happen, Peter,' she said as she opened the box to reveal a supply of medical equipment. 'Is that if you can't control your dick, I'm going to cut your balls off. Deal with it.'
The reality of the situation started to sink in as I watched Lorelei's fine, creamy hands pull out a scalpel and run its blade across one of her fingers. The perfectly sharp edge drew a fine line of blood, which she raised to her lips and sucked off.
'Shall we begin?'
I didn't reply, my mind focusing on the task ahead of me. Thoughts raced through my head. It was going to be tough, with my ripe testicles fit to burst, but I could do this. I just had to concentrate on something else.
Lorelei wasted no time, slipping off the remaining strap and letting the dress fall to her feet. Jesus! I felt my cock grow substantially as I gazed at the goddess before me. Her skin was white as snow, beautiful in contrast to her black lace panties and bra. I closed my eyes in desperation.
'Open your eyes, Petie,' she giggled.
I didn't, not even as I heard her step closer. I felt her hand wrap around my nuts gently, and then I screamed as she squeezed them with all her strength.
'Open your eyes!' she spat.
Hesitantly I opened my eyes, dreading looking at her. She stepped back again to enhance my view, and twirled on the spot.
'You're doing well, Petie, not hard yet. But I think I'll have those balls yet, yes?'
I gulped, feeling my cock stretch a little as she slowly reached behind and removed her bra. Two pink, bouncy cupcakes, each topped with a stiff, brown nipple, wiggled before me. My cock started to rise, but I fought it down enough for now. But I knew I wouldn't last, not when the panties came off.
'Almost,' she sighed. 'Better be careful, I don't have any anaesthetic.'
Lorelei turned and bent over in front of me, keeping her legs straight to maximize their appeal and the curve of her luscious ass. My cock began to rise again, and I started to feel control slipping from my grasp.
'Uh, oh...' she said as she turned to face me. 'Peter's in trouble.'
My cock was at half-mast and rising. Lorelei slipped a finger into each side of her panties and slid them down her legs. My cock was almost completely erect. She lifted her left leg onto a chair.
'Say goodbye to your balls...'
Her finger slipped inside her beautiful, bald cunt and she moaned ever so slightly. And with that, I lost the battle and failed the test. My cock became rock hard, eager for the pink pussy not two meters from it, and unaware of the fate it had just sealed. Lorelei moaned and rubbed her clit slowly.
'Bad luck, Petie,' she said with a beautiful, ecstatic smile.
She took her leg down, licking her juices from her finger as she stepped towards me and whispered in my ear.
'I'm going to enjoy this so, so much.'
The scalpel was in her hand, and I looked down as she squeezed my scrotum tight around my aching nuts and ran the scalpel across them. I squirmed as she made the cuts, my soft sack parting easily before the blade's slice. The cuts done and my sack opened on either side, Lorelei looked me in the eyes and winked. I winced in pain as she poked two manicured fingers in each cut, wriggling them around for a moment before pulling out my testicles. She left the exposed, pink organs hanging from either side of my empty sack. Then she took some surgical thread and tied off the cords above my balls. My cock, much to my surprise, remained hard as stone.
Lorelei moaned. 'I think you're enjoying this, Petie. I think you want me to cut off those pathetic balls.'
'No,' I said. 'Please... not my balls.'
'Don't lie,' she said with a giggle. 'I know. All men really just want a good woman to castrate them. You might not realize it, but that stiff cock does.'
She stepped towards me, kissing me while she stroked my cock. I groaned, a groan which became a yelp as she slid the scalpel through the cord of my left testicle. Still pulling on my erection, she held the organ up for me to see. It rolled in her hand, a trickle of sperm spilling out onto her palm. She looked down to my cock, and I followed her gaze just in time to see a large drop of pre-cum slide down my shaft.
'You fucking love it,' she cooed.
'No...' I tried, but I was too far gone.
Lorelei jerked my cock hard, massaging my remaining ball between the fingers of her other hand. I felt the ball tighten as orgasm approached. She looked me in the eyes.
'Bye, bye, balls.'
I groaned as I felt the hot cum rush up my shaft. It burst from my cock in thick gushes, four months worth of frustration spurting out onto Lorelei's flat stomach and running across her shaven vagina and down her legs. She moaned as she yanked down my nut and raised the scalpel to the cord. I was still groaning, my cock still in sperm-firing spasms, when she sliced off the ball. I didn't scream, just stared in shock as the testicle was raised before me. Lorelei, grinning wildly and frantically rubbing her pussy, held the testicle above her mouth and squeezed. She groaned ecstatically as the squashed organ let a large, stringy glob of sperm droop down onto her tongue. With the last cum I would ever produce still swirling around her mouth, she kissed me, long and passionately.
She sowed me back up with amazing skill before leading me to her bedroom. The cuffs remained in place. I was in a shocked, horrified stupor, my mind trying to come to terms with what just happened, as she lay on the bed and forced my face into her dripping crouch. She made me eat her for hours, all the time keeping my removed balls in her grasp. She rolled them around in her hands, popped them in and out of her mouth, and showed them to me again and again as I licked her tangy cunt. And each time she came to a bucking, liquid orgasm she moaned, 'I cut off your balls... castrated you... you'll never fuck again...'
My cock doesn't work anymore, it just lies pathetically limp and shrivelled over my scarred, empty sack. Every once in a while it gets hard - actually proper, rock hard - but only when I think of the beautiful Lorelei, cutting off my balls with my last load glistening on her thighs.
9 years ago
