A Strange Meeting

Elisabeth McDonnel, Michael's superior, had a very special meeting today. It was with the most important customer of the FemFin Bank: Catherine Bingham.

Catherine Bingham was in her late 50s and the richest woman of the CFNM-Republic. She was known to be very eccentric. And she liked to invest her money in unusual projects.

Catherine Bingham also had a very unusual hobby: Collecting penises!

Elisabeth always wondered, how can you collect a penis without the body attached to it. Today she will find out how.

When Elisabeth arrived at the Bingham-Mansion she was greeted by a butler. He was wearing just a black pouch around his cock and balls and a bow tie.

„Can I take your case, Madame?“ the butler asked.

„No, thank you.“ Elisabeth answered.

He led her to an anteroom, knocked on the door and said: „Ms. McDonnel is here, Madame.“

„Oh, just a moment.“ answered a voice from the other room.

Two minutes later the door opened and Miss Bingham came out of the room. She seemed to be in a good mood.

She greeted Elisabeth with a smile on her face: „Wonderful you had time for a meeting. Follow me. I would like discuss my idea with you in a more inspiring environment.“

The two went up the stairs, through a hallway and entered a room, that was smaller, than you would expect. And by looking around the room, Elisabeth understood, how you can collect penises without the body attached to it. It was the simple phrase: Out of sight, out of mind!

Out of the walls of this room were sticking 10 penises. All of them at eye level. All of them hard as rock. Below every cock was a set of swollen balls. Around it was a black ring, that held every set in place. Behind the wall were the former owner of the cocks.

Behind the walls were the males, that were once the owners of their dicks. They are all tied up with their hand behind the back. They wear VR-Glasses that show the hottest porn imaginable, just to keep the cocks hard and horny.

One of them was not only hard as rock. It was twitching and leaking. And it was this one at which Miss Bingham stopped.

„This one is newest of my collection. It’s former owner was some 22 year old homeless guy. He was more than willing to take my offer. He didn’t even think about it and just sold me his cock.“ Bingham explained.

Suddenly her expression changed. Her joyful smile turned to be evil.

She stroked over the underside of her newest exhibit: „You see, edging is not only a basic technique. It is a form of art. And earning a merit badge in that art form requires a level of finesse and dedication beyond that of casual orgasm denial.

You peel away every single defense a cock has, until it is pulsating and crying for release. You create a piece of art. The beautiful display of male patheticness.

The ones, who have mastered that skill, have also developed an merciless iron will. That cock, that is screaming and begging and weeping for mercy, must be denied in pursuit of the perfect pathetic erection.“

It seemed to Elisabeth that Miss Bingham was more thinking loudly, then really talking to her.

After a moment, Miss Bingham came back to reality and was as joyful as before: „Well, let’s talk about business.“

They took place in two armchairs.

Elisabeth started the conversation: „You said, you have an idea to solve the homeless problem.“

„Yes, I have. Now listen!“, Miss Bingham said.

„Sperm has many good qualities, that should be used. But for that, we need, of course, sperm. WCM is currently working on a **** to increase the quality of sperm. And I have _encouraged _them to work on a ****, that can also increase the quantity of sperm.“

„Well, that sounds interesting. But how does that solve the homeless problem?“

„Let me continue. Around 80 kilometres north of the city, is an old farm. It is not that difficult to renovate it. It would offer enough space for 1000-2000 sperm bulls. The guards would be all female of course and would get a special training.“

„Would you use milking machines?“

„Yes, of course. We need it to be as efficient as possible. If the ****, WCM has started working on, will work as planned, it would turn their balls into perfect sperm factories. We could milk a litre of sperm out of every bull per week.“

„But what would you do with so much sperm?“

„There are many possibilities. Nutritient, cosmetics, impregnation.“

„Your idea could work. Homeless guys have no rights. We can pick them up on the streets and do with them whatever we want.“

Suddenly Elisabeth and Miss Bingham were interrupted by a sound. The wall beneath Miss Binghams newest exhibit opened. The penis was encased in a transparent tube. And then a vibrating bullet moved back and forth inside the tube along the underside of the penis.

Miss Bingham smiled at Elisabeth: „My newest exhibit has to catch some time to be on the same level as the other nine.“

Elisabeth watched as the cock got stimulated by the bullet. And the moment it was right on the edge, everything stopped, just to start again after a minute.

„Imagine, there is a ****, that makes it impossible for a cock to cum.“ Miss Bingham said. „You could edge a cock forever. You could fuck it forever, without giving it a second rest. And you would never have to fear, it would cum.“

Miss Bingham had that evil expression on her face again. Elisabeth stayed calm: „In that case, edging wouldn’t be an artform, don’t you think?“

Miss Bingham smiled: „Yes, you are right.“

Elisabeth and Miss Bingham talked a while longer about the idea of the sperm farm.

When they were finished and concluded their business, Elisabeth drove home directly. Her husband was already cooking a nice dinner.

But Elisabeth was not in the mood to eat. The „penis room“, the edging of that one cock, all that talk about a sperm farm has made her much too horny.

She ordered her husband into the sleeping room and fucked him into nirvana. It took three hours until she was finally satisfied. Her husband was totally spent. He lay motionless on the bed. His balls were dry. And his cock was hurting.