Working Late

**This story is based on something that really happened at work a few years ago...I modified it a little.  Enjoy!!**

It was a random Thursday at, and Robbie was disgusted with himself.  The time was well after 6pm and he was still there; he should have been home by now.  Last time I switch to this ridiculous shift, he thought grumpily to himself.  All of the people on his side of the office had gone home, so he had no one to entertain; he was something of a class clown.  Even his manager, who was known for burning the midnight oil, had left for the day.  He brought up his office instant messenger list and saw that almost everyone was gone.  Almost.

There she was, his friend Anna.  He had told her just about every dark secret he had – mostly surrounding his fetish for women in high heels and his inexplicable desire to be kicked in the groin by these women – and he considered her to be a very trusted ally.  As he opened a chat window to talk to her, he smiled to himself, a comedian’s quote popping into his head: “I’m alone, she’s alone.  Why not…annoy the shit out of her?”

“havin’ fun?” he wrote and sent to her.

“hey!  oh tons lol  what are you still doing here?”  she asked.

“hating myself, mostly lol   i switched with someone so i’m stuck here till 7.  you?

“well, its my late day so i’m sitting here doing nothing,” she said.

“nice.  is it cool if i pester you until we have to go? Lol”

“lol yea.  oh!  i have to show you something.  :-)”

“oh yeah?  what might that be? ;-)” he asked

“it’s a surprise ;-)  you have to come over to see” she answered.

Robbie logged out of his phone and made his way to Anna’s cubicle.  His head immediately jumped from one perversion to the next.  After a few steps, he shook his head to clear it, and he cursed himself.  Get your shit together! he thought to himself.  Robbie and Anna were…close, but that was a long time ago.

He arrived at her desk and rested his elbow on her cube wall.  Noticing that he could only see her from the waist up, she pushed back from her desk, wearing a smug expression on her face.  When she got enough room, she turned her chair toward the cubicle opening and crossed her legs.  Robbie glanced down and gasped, his eyes going wide.  Anna was wearing the black pants she had been wearing all day, but she was now in black platform pumps with a thin strap across her instep.  He had seen pictures of her in them, but the pictures didn’t do them – or her – any justice.  Robbie went from resting his elbow on her cube wall to actively holding onto it for support, as he was afraid his legs might buckle.  He felt a strange mix of near-arousal and confusion; the heels looked amazing on her and he was getting turned on, but he didn’t think she was wearing them earlier.  In fact, she had on sneakers (he tended to notice these things).  Then he had a sudden suspicion: Anna must have brought them in to show him, probably so he’d stop annoying her.  His suspicions were confirmed when he glanced to the immediate left of her heels and saw a shoebox on the floor in her cubicle.

“Did you-” he started, but Anna put a finger to her lips to silence him, and he complied. 

“Well, do you like them?”  she asked, turning the foot that wasn’t on the floor to show him all the sides of her shoe.  He swallowed hard, answering in a barely-steady voice “Yeah, they’re…really nice.”  She giggled at his apparent discomfort, and then stood up suddenly, trying to glance over the cube walls.  She asked in a hushed tone “Is anyone else here?”

“Just us,” he answered simply.  Anna sat back down and gestured to a spot on the floor right in front of her.

“Kneel right here.  Hurry!”  Her voice was gentle and muted a bit, but he noticed that this wasn’t a question or a suggestion.  It was a command.  He immediately complied, and she scooted forward a little.  She tapped his inner thighs with her shoe, wordlessly ordering him to spread his legs a bit, and again he obeyed.  Without warning, she brought her foot forward swiftly, tapping his groin with her instep.  His head was swimming.  He thought to himself She wore those and kicked me in the balls!  ON PURPOSE!!  He fought to keep a goofy grin off of his face and instead adopted what he thought was a confident smirk.  She giggled again – he wasn’t sure if it was due to the situation or his failed attempt at bravado – and asked “Too hard?”  Robbie looked at her and saw on her face that she wasn’t scared for him; she’d probably kick him again if he answered correctly.  Afraid of what his voice might sound like, he just shook his head in the negative.  Anna rubbed her instep between his legs – probably noticing the area was stiffer than it was a few seconds ago – before letting the same foot fall to the floor.  He was disappointed, thinking it was all over, before she brought her foot up in a blur to crash between his legs.  He gasped slightly; that one hurt a little.  He felt heat start to build up in his groin area.  Anna didn’t give him time to think about it, asking, “Can you take one more?  A hard one?”  Although he was in a little pain, he didn’t want the moment to stop.  He nodded eagerly.  She caressed his face with a gentle hand before returning it to her chair’s armrest.  Suddenly, and with a slight grunt, she sent her foot forward again, the top of her foot smashing his groin with a tiny thud.  Robbie groaned, letting himself fall forward to rest his head in her lap while his hands cradled his aching balls.  She rubbed his back gentled and leaned down to whisper in his ear, “Are your nuts okay?”  She giggled nervously and he responded with a groan-like sound; whether it was a groan of agony or a moan of ecstasy, he wasn’t even sure.

After a few minutes of him resting his head and her rubbing his back in silence, she finally said, “You better get back to your desk.  You’re supposed to be logged into your phone.”  He slowly made his way to a standing position and gingerly turned to leave.  Anna said in a voice just above a whisper “Maybe I’ll wear my new boots tomorrow and knee you instead.”  He looked back to smile and she smirked at him.

He got back to his desk and wondered how he was going to convince someone to switch with him so he could stay until 7 tomorrow…

Curt's First True Session

This is a story I wrote a few years ago for a woman in the UK.  She wrote me a really hot, true story so I figured it was only fair.  Enjoy!

 

Curt felt butterflies in his stomach as he drove, nervous because he had never done anything like this before.  He loved ballbusting, but this was the first time he'd ever gone to visit someone with the express purpose of getting busted.

 

Sure, he had been busted many times before, but it always started out as just hanging out, a booty call, whatever.  This was the only time he'd get his balls abused only.  He didn't know what to expect, and although it really turned him on, he still felt very uneasy.

Curt didn't find any real mental comfort as he pulled up in front of her place.  He got out of his car and knocked on the door, waiting there for a few seconds before the door opened slowly.  He looked at the beautiful figure in front of him, his eyes staring at the lacy black bra covering her breasts, down her dark skinned body to her black thong and down her sexy legs to the high heels she wore.

"Curt, is it?" Brenda asked.

"Yeah, that's me," he answered quietly in his American accent, still looking up to her face.

"I've been waiting for you.  Are you just going to stand there, or do you want to come in?"

"Oh, uh, sorry," he said sheepishly as he stepped into her place.  She closed the door behind him and asked "Do you want a drink, or do you want to get started?"  He looked at her legs and said "Let's get started...if you want."

He finally looked up at her face and would have thought she was really pretty if the dangerous smile on her face didn't scare the hell out of him.  As Brenda sauntered over to him, the only sounds in the room were her heels clacking on the floor and his rapid breathing.  When she got close, she unceremoniously and suddenly slammed her knee between his legs.  Curt let out a cowardly yelp and fell to his knees at her feet, mostly because he was caught off-guard.  Then the pai hit him and started to course up his groin to his stomach.  He felt sick, but decided that he'd come too far for just one knee to the balls to the end the session, and made his way shakily to his feet.

Brenda smiled at him again, seeing how hurt he was and gave him stall time.

"Shirt and pants," she said simply and watched as he undressed.  After a few seconds, he was down to his boxers.  She stepped very close to him and wrapped her arms around his neck.  She slowly lifted her leg and slid it between his, rubbing his aching nuts with her thigh.  Brenda felt Curt start to get hard, so she began grinding her thigh into his balls a little harder.  She could feel his warm breath on her neck and she started getting turned on herself.  She lowered her thigh several inches and brought it back up swiftly to slam into his balls.  She repeated the move five times, each assault progressively harder.  On the last one, she took a half step back and caught his balls very hard with her kneecap, sending him crashing to the floor again.

Brenda didn't wait for him to recover this time.  She took his hands and dragged him slowly to his feet and led him to her couch.  She pushed him onto it and ordered sharply "Take those off."  Curt took his boxers, as commanded.  She stared into his dark eyes as she slid her thong down and let it fall around her ankles.  She stepped out of it and walked to him, straddling him.  As she kissed him, she reached between his legs and began stroking him.  Curt’s eyes snapped open and he put his hands on her shoulders, guiding her away.

"Wait, we don't even know each other!  I can't do this," he exclaimed in his accent.  She let out an exasperated sigh and moved one of her legs between his again.  Wasting no words, she pistoned her knee cruelly into his naked balls repeatedly.  She would grunt, her knee would SMACK! into his groin, and he would groan weakly.

When she thought his resistance had been weakened enough, she took his shaft into her hand, stroking it gently while she straddled him, and then she slid onto him.  She moved up and down slowly as he filled her completely.  Brenda sped up a little and Curt rocked with her, despite himself.  She put her hands on his shoulders while she moved and he rested his hands on her hips, guiding her rhythm.  She leaned forward to kiss him and he immediately complied, meeting her mouth with his.  As they kissed, they moved with each other perfectly, increasing their intensity.  After a few more minutes, they both reached their climax, going through the throes of orgasm almost simultaneously.

Naked, they passed out on the couch and didn't wake until well into the following morning.

Turning the Tables

For this one, I'm trying something a little different... I'm writing from the female perspective.  Not sure if I'll be spot-on or way off lol.  Any comments or constructive criticisms would be appreciated!


It's Friday after work, and I need a drink.  It's been just an exceptionally difficult week: a couple people at my job left the company (one retired and the other just quit), leaving the rest of us to take on all of work that was left unattended; my car was totaled while parked on the side of the road, meaning that I now have to take public transportation everywhere; and most emotionally damaging of all, my boyfriend broke up with me for some young whore.  I mean, it's not like I'm a spring chicken - I'm in my mid-30s - but a 22 year old?!

This was the same guy who exposed to this ballbusting fetish stuff.  He told me he was into it very early on in the relationship, which is a credit to him and his bravery, I suppose; I could have been the type of girl to laugh at him, dump him, and then tell all my friends what a psycho he is.  Instead, I figured I'd give it a shot.  I was always afraid that I'd permanently damage him, but the more I kicked him, kneed him, squeezed him, smacked him, or punched him, the more I realized he really could take a beating.  It never turned me on, per se, but it was at least amusing to hear the sounds that came out of him or to watch how his body would betray him and force him to the floor.  After a good "session" (as he liked to call it), he'd be particularly... attentive and willing to please, if you catch my meaning.  I guess after 6 years of getting his ass kicked (well... balls kicked) by me, he needed a new person to dominate him.

Anyway, I digress.  So, I left the office and caught a train home, and once I got there I immediately hopped into the shower; I needed to get the stink of the day off of me and also so I could freshen up to go out tonight.  I toweled off and I picked out what I planned on wearing: my little black clubbin' dress.  It's sleeveless with spaghetti straps, V-cut ending below my bust line, hugged my waist and then was nice and loose at the bottom for ease of dancing, and stopped a little above mid-thigh.  I figured I'd give guys something to look at and maybe even get a free drink or two out of it.  I wanted to wear stiletto heels with it, but if I drink as much as I plan to, I'll roll an ankle.  But, since I really wanted to wear heels, I picked my shiny black mary jane pumps with a high chunky heel.  I put my clothes and heels on, did my hair and make up, grabbed my little black clutch and headed out the door.

Once I got out the door and took a few steps in my short dress and 4" heels, I felt like I was making something of a mistake.  Then, I realized, I didn't give a shit what on-lookers thought right now, and the train station was so close that I could walk to it and not have my feet hurting at the end of the night.  I used my MetroCard and boarded the train that would take me closest to where the bars and clubs generally were.  The train arrived and I got off, heading in the direction of a bar; I definitely want to go to a club to go dancing, but I wanted to pre-game a little by myself.  Most people think I'm crazy for going out alone, but nothing has ever really happened in this town, so I didn't take the precaution.

As I made my way toward the bar, I heard a guy moaning in a dark side alley.  I know, I know... none of my business but... he sounded like he was in pain.  I moved cautiously into the alley to where a man was laying in a heap, slowly writhing in agony.  I touched him gently and was about to ask if he needed assistance, as rudimentary as I could offer, when he abruptly stopped groaning...

He rolled over to face me, snatching my hand with the speed of a man who wasn't hurt at all.  He brandished a knife, barking at me "Don't fuckin' do anything stupid!"  The man jabbed the air close to me with his knife as a warning, and as he started standing up, he continued "Do yourself a favor and keep your mouth shut!  Don't scream or I'll gut you!"  I swallowed hard and felt my heart race because I was so scared but I was really disappointed in myself; how could I be so careless?  He interrupted my internal dialogue before it began by grabbing me by the throat and forcing me back against a wall, inching the blade closer to my throat.  I watched him look me up and down and he licked his lips; I cringed and shivered, suddenly remembering my outfit.  He said "I was just going to take that purse, but I think I want a little more now."

I had to think quickly.  He's a little bigger than me, probably stronger, has a weapon and is holding me by the throat.  Stunningly, I came up with an idea, although it felt crazy...

I gave him my sexiest look and said in what I hoped was a sexy voice, "How much do you want, baby?"  It sounded stupid leaving my mouth, but I had to try.  Luckily, as one of my friends used to say "God gave men two heads and only enough blood to be able to think with one at a time"; this guy completely took the bait.  "I'm gonna stuff that warm slit with my big fat dick," he replied.  Ugh!  Do guys really think that this is sexy talk, or are they just imitating the crap that they say in porn?  Anyway, I had to play my little role and convince him that I wanted the same thing.  I rolled my eyes back a tiny bit and let out a soft moan that I hoped would make him believe I was turned on by the thought, and ran my leg up his.  When my thigh reached his hip, I had a another idea.  I pretended to almost lose my balance, and said innocently "These crazy heels!  Maybe I should take them off so I'm more stable for you," thinking that I could use the heels as weapons.  Damn, I should have worn stilettos tonight, I mused.  He answered "No baby, leave those on.  They'll give you the extra height I need."  He moved closer and ground his pelvis into my mine, I guess to emphasize his point.  Shit! I thought to myself, but before I went into panic mode, I recovered, replying "Well, then, you might have to hold me steady and make sure I don't fall."  I licked my lips like he did before and, surprisingly, he immediately moved the hand that was holding me by the throat down to my ass, his forearm supporting my upper leg.  I let out another soft little moan and snaked one of my hands between his legs.  I thought about grabbing and squeezing his testicles, but he was still holding that knife; I, instead, found his penis and started to stroke him slowly through his pants.  After a few seconds, I slid my other hand down and unfastened his belt and the button on his pants, unzipped him, and watched as his pants fell down around his ankles.  I slid his underwear down as far as I could without bending because he moved close and starting slobbering on my neck (I guess he was trying to kiss my neck and be sexy), and I almost laughed out loud at this guy's tiny pecker.  I've seen bigger penises changing diapers, ha!  I took him into my hand and, although I had his penis in my hand and him eating out of the palm of my hand, I couldn't attempt to hurt him or escape when he would just stab me.  If I could get his knife hand away from my face, maybe I can hold it at bay while I hurt him somehow, so in an effort to get him to move his hand down so I could grab it, I said (trying to sound breathlessly turned on) "My panties... tear them off baby."  To my absolute astonishment, instead of using the knife to cut my panties off, he just tossed the knife away and slid his hand under my dress, trying to tear my panties loose with his bare hand.  This time, I actually did laugh out loud, dropping the pretense that I was turned on.

"Did you really think I'd let a piece of shit mugger have sex with me... in a fucking alley, no less?!" I hissed, leaving his penis alone and taking a hold of his hanging testicles, squeezing with everything I had.  He stopped "kissing" my neck and tried to pull away, but he hasn't going anywhere.  His eyes were wide open and he was on his tiptoes, trying to dance away from the pain I was causing him, and he shouted (or what seemed like shouting in that alley) "Fuckin' cunt!  Let me go!"  I was about to let his testes go and call the police but I no longer had a car because of some jerk, my  week sucked at work, my boyfriend dumped me, and all I wanted tonight was just to have a few drinks and go dancing, and this asshole ruined it.  Besides, I hadn't busted a guy's balls in a few days...

I was going to hurt this guy.  Badly.

"Listen, you bastard!  If you make any noise, people will see us," I started, "and if they see us, they'll see that I'm fully clothed and that your package is exposed for all to see, and also that I'm using it to hurt you.  How long do you think it will take before people put two and two together and realize what you were trying to do?"  He was in pain, but I saw a slight change in his face; he knew what the deal was.  "Now," I continued, "I going to beat your ass.  If you make any sounds that I deem to be too loud, I'm calling the fucking cops."

I used my thumb and forefinger to make a ring, isolating his testicles from the rest of his body.  When I was with my boyfriend, I'd smack him firmly with an open hand; I was trying to make him feel it a little, but didn't want to do any real damage.  I didn't feel any need to protect this guy from being maimed, though.  I pulled my other hand back, balled it into a fist, and punched his beanbag hard.  He groaned and his legs almost buckled, but miraculously, he stayed standing.  I punched him again, harder, the SMACK! of my fist hitting him echoed off the walls, and he yelped and crumpled to the ground.  His voice strained as he said "You fuckin' bitch," and started sobbing, trying to stand - I guess to recover some of his battered dignity.  With both hands on the ground to push himself up, he left his groin completely exposed, so I scampered behind him and kicked his hanging bag with all the power in my body and frustration from this week.  I don't know if I got one of or both them, but the toe of my shoe hit something that felt very soft.  The SMACK! was louder, but he didn't even make a sound when he fell back down to the ground; I thought for a second that he'd passed out from the pain.  In a few seconds, I saw him stirring and what sounded like crying.  Part of me thought that I was going too far, but I quickly squashed that thought; this asshole was going to rob and rape me, after all.

I took his hands and roughly pulled him to his feet, and that took what seemed like an eternity.  Once he was all the way up, it was my turn to back him against a nearby wall.  I slid my knee between his legs and, in looking for my targets, I saw that his penis was still erect!  I was a little grossed out, but a lot of me felt pretty good about myself; I was beating his ass against his will, but he still found me attractive enough to still be turned on.

I prodded gently with my knee and found what I needed, so I let my foot come down to the ground and then fired up my knee like a rocket into his groin, hearing another satisfying SMACK!  I also heard the air rush out of his lungs and watched as his hands darted to protect his battered testicles.  Since he was so badly weakened from what I was doing to him, I grabbed his wrists and moved his hands away from his groin and kneed him again, hard.  His knees were about to give out when I got an idea.

"I'm taking one of these," I said, sliding my knee right under his naked bag, slowly, and then I added pressure once I got one of them pinned between my knee and leg.  "When you have to live with one of them being gone, you can remember this night and how you tried to take advantage of someone you thought was weaker," I continued, grinding my knee into him.  I pressed into him even more, trying to rupture the testicle I had trapped and I kept hearing him say "Please.... please.... stop.... please."  I got angrier, pulsing my knee to make it hurt more, and asked rhetorically "Would you have stopped if you forced this into me?" and I smacked his erection hard, making it flop around.  I watched as his eyes rolled back into his head a little, he let out a loud groan, and began to convulse.  Oh my god, I think I really did break one I thought to myself.  I really thought I was ready for this occurrence, but, despite this man being a piece of shit would-be mugger and rapist, I didn't mean to permanently damage him.  These thoughts were running through my head when I felt something warm on my leg...

Confused, I looked down... and saw white liquid shooting from his erect penis.  Holy shit, he's coming! I said to myself.  I immediately removed my knee from his groin and, horrified, I took a few quick steps back.  I saw that he ejaculated all over the bottom of my dress and some on my leg, and as I struggled to figure out what to do, I watched him slide down the wall and into a sitting position on the ground, his penis still pulsating with orgasm.  My legs and feet took control of my body and, before I even realized I was doing it, stepped onto his erect penis and pushed it down onto the ground, crushing it under my shoe.  I tried to restrain myself from screaming so between clenched teeth, I told him "You're a fucking pig!  How dare you!  But you know what?  I now have your DNA, all over my dress.  If I ever see you again or hear about any shit happening in this area, I'm going to go to the cops with my dress.  I'll tell them what you tried to do to me.  Do you understand?"  He didn't respond and he only attempted to free himself from under me, so I stomped down onto him and nearly shouted "Do you fucking understand, asshole?!"  He nodded vigorously and said weakly "Uh-huh!  Uh huh!"  I stepped off of him and said "Good.  I'm serious.  You'd better disappear."

With that, I turned my back on him, not fearing that he'd try anything, and made my way back to the train station.  I was relieved to see that nobody was on the train as it brought me home, my dress now a mess... and an odd trophy...

Hmm, that gives me an idea.  Maybe I have a new mission in my immediate future now...



To be continued...?

Punishment from an Angry Girlfriend

This is one of the first I've ever written (if not the first altogether); I wrote this in 2004.  Enjoy!  


The story you are about to read is a work of fiction—although I wish it wasn’t. As said on the TV show Crank Yankers, “the names have not been changed…screw the innocent.” Of course, if my girlfriend gets mad, maybe she’ll kick me in the nuts.

I was at my old college (I graduated last year), visiting my girlfriend. We were sitting in her apartment’s living room area, watching a game. It is NHL season, and we were watching my hockey favorite team, the NY Rangers, play.They really suck, so they were getting their asses kicked as usual. Needless to say, this game was not putting me in a good mood.

Seeing that I was not happy with my team, she decided to show me some bridesmaid’s dresses she was looking at, since she was going to be in a wedding soon. I was just watching sports and I’m not happy, so I definitely didn’t want to look at this stuff now.

“Uh…Honey, Sweetie, Baby…I think you should put this away,” I said, as calmly as I could. She just looked at me, the look on her face telling me that she was horribly insulted. She answered, “Why? Don’t you wanna help me pick a dress?”

I did my best to contain many possible sarcastic answers, but what came out was worse. I said, “Hell no, I don’t wanna look at this shit. I’m watchin’ the game.”

“Why are you acting like an asshole?” she asked.

I was not in the mood to argue but I was pissed off, so I was saying whatever I wanted, regardless of her feelings.“I didn’t come here to look at those stupid fuckin dresses. Leave me alone with that shit!” There! I said what I wanted to say. However, she was less than pleased, and she got up off the couch, tears in her eyes.

Her voice dropped to a whisper and she said, “Fuck you.” Then she quietly walked into her bedroom and closed the door. I think I heard her lock it, too.

My mind began to race, and I thought many thoughts at once, Good. I won. I was sick of arguing anyway. I’ll just sit here and watch the game without her. I didn’t come all this way to fight with her, I came to… My thoughts were interrupted by something… I felt really, really bad for traveling almost three hours to watch hockey and yell at her.

I got up off the couch and attempted to open the door. It was locked, so I knocked on the door, saying, “Baby, I’m sorry. Open the door, please.”

She didn’t open it and instead replied, “Go sit your ass on the couch.” I didn’t say anything, because I knew I didn’t deserve to talk to her for a little while. So, I sat on the couch and waiting a while. Out of the blue, I heard the door unlock.

I heard from the other side of the door, “Come in and talk to me.” Good! I’d get to talk to her and tell her I didn’t mean what I said, and most importantly that I was sorry. I got up off the couch and went to her door, but when I opened it, I didn’t find her sitting down, feeling sorry for herself. She was standing by her bed, seemingly staring a hole through me as I entered her room. And she had apparently changed her clothes, too. She went from sweat pants and a big baggy t-shirt to a very short black miniskirt, a low-cut, long sleeved black top with criss-crosses across her cleavage, black thigh high stockings, and shiny black platform pumps. She was about eight or nine inches shorter than me, but with those shoes, she could almost look me in the eye.

What the fuck is going on, I thought to myself. Although I was confused, I couldn’t keep looking at her and remain unaffected. I looked into her apparently angry eyes, and then my eyes started to make their way down her body. I looked at the side of her breasts through the criss-crosses of her shirt, made my way down her sexy body to her waist where the skirt started, gazed at her upper thighs where her skirt ended and stockings began, down her powerful but sexy legs to the bottom, where her high heels were. She looked so arousing, and it didn’t take long before my dick was as hard as a rock. As turned on as I was, I still didn’t know what was going on. Why is she rewarding me for being such a dickhead?

The confusion must have been all over my face, because she made her way slowly to me, sauntering confidently.She took my hand and gently pulled me into her room, closing the door behind me. My girlfriend led me farther inside and pushed my back up against a wall. She locked her eyes onto mine, her expression still one of fiery wrath. She said in a quiet voice, “You’ve been a complete asshole today. You need to be punished and trained how to treat me.” She knows I’m into ballbusting (she busted me many, MANY times in the year and four months we’ve been together), so maybe she was going to tease me, thinking I was going to receive a beating and withhold it. She wrapped her hands around the back of my neck and pulled me forward…into a hug. She held me tight, telling me she loved me and didn’t want to fight with me.  What the fuck is going on??

My girlfriend backed from her hug with her hands still on my neck, and suddenly drove her knee roughly between my legs, lifting me off the floor slightly with the impact. I let out the most cowardly groan in my life’s history and fell to the floor like a rock. I landed on my knees, my hands clutching my aching balls and I was hunched over with my head touching the floor in front of me. I felt her foot underneath my shoulder, and she tapped me gently to get me to straighten up a little so she could kick me. Since it is rare that I get to see my girlfriend and even rarer than she wears sexy clothes and busts me, I figured I’d do as commanded and take at least one more shot. She bent down in front of me, pulling hands off my crotch and held them over my head so I couldn’t protect myself. She must have been still harboring some of anger towards me, because she pulled her right foot back, and let it fly forward at an incredible speed, unleashing the most vicious kick to my groin that she ever had. Another high-pitched squeal escaped my mouth and I went back to fetal position.

While I was down, I felt something rise inside me. It wasn’t anger. It wasn’t sorrow for my apparent weakness. It was…the feeling that I was about to be sick. I was fighting so hard not to throw up that I didn’t realize she still had my hands. She pulled me up straight, and by the time I realized what was happening, her foot wasn’t even a blur between my legs anymore. It was her foot, inside her shoe, making my pants crinkle up and smashing my balls. I thought for sure I was going to throw up, and she must have seen so green in my face, because she let me go. My hands immediately darted to cradle my throbbing nuts, and I felt the vomit push its way to the back of my throat. I can’t throw up; if I do, she wins, I thought silently to myself. I pushed it back down my throat, using all the concentration I could. I reached out and grabbed her skirt, attempting to pull myself up so I could stand.

She watched my pathetic effort to stand and said, “You’re either too brave or too stupid for your own good. You should have stayed down, Darrin.” Wait…she never said my name when she busted me. She had to have still been mad…it had to be. However, I kept using her body and clothing to help me to my feet, but when my face got to her breasts; I noticed something I’d never seen before. Her nipples were hard. What the fuck?! It wasn’t cold in here, but she never got turned on just from kicking and kneeing me in the balls.

Whatever the reason, I guess I was taking too long to get all the way up because she moved her hands under my arms and pulled me the rest of the way up. My girlfriend took my hands and moved them to her waist.

“Your hands are not to move,” she said as an order, not a suggestion. I left my hands there as I was told and her hands moved to undo my belt and let my pants fall down to my ankles. While she was working my belt, despite the pain I was in, I got so hard looking at her, thinking about what she had just done, and what she was about to do. I felt like I would cum in my underwear if she even grazed my dick. She quickly fixed the problem by pulling my boxers down, revealing how hard my dick was.

“Who said you could be horny?” she asked, and she rested her hands on my shoulders. I was still wearing my shirt and she grabbed a hold of it at my shoulders, and then slammed her knee into my groin again, not as hard as before, but with aching balls, it doesn’t have to be hard. I went down again, still hard, but desperately hoping she wouldn’t permanently injure me. But to both of our surprise, I got back to my feet almost instantly.

She looked at me, her shock evident, and said coolly, “I guess you need some more.” She wrapped her hands around the back of my neck again and pulled forward, kneeing me gently (compared to earlier). She let her knee fall a few inches then kneed me again, a little harder this time. My girlfriend kneed me in the balls in rapid succession, giving no rest between strikes. After about nine or ten, the pain was too immense and down I went again, silently praying that she would stop.

Stopping, clearly, was not on her agenda. She took a slight step back and said, “You’ll be done after I step on you.”  If I’d had ability to speak, I would have given her a smart answer like, “Step on what?” However, she had driven the air—and the fight, for that matter—out of me. I simply sat on my naked ass, my legs spread so she could crush my hard-on with her foot. Usually, the way she does it, she gently eases my dick down to the floor and increases the pressure little by little. Not today. She pushed it roughly to the floor and had all of her weight on it from the beginning. I yelped in pain, and she took that as a cue to start grinding my dick into the floor like she was putting out a cigarette. She released some of the pressure and actually started to let my cock come up…only to be stomped back down to the floor. She stomped down on it about that four or five times then went back to grinding it cruelly. It hurt like hell, and if I was able to speak, I’d have begged her to stop. I couldn’t talk so she kept going.

The way she moved my dick on the floor, the, “special” spot on my dick (that’s usually the target of sexual pleasure when not under her) was rubbing against her carpeting. It wasn’t long before I couldn’t hold it, and I began spurting cum all over her floor and a little on her shoes.

Directly after cumming, she showed she wasn’t angry with me at all. In fact, she looked more than a little disappointed. She looked down at me and said “Baby, you weren’t supposed to cum yet.” However, as suddenly as she broke character, she was back in it. She said in a seductive voice, “You better recoup soon, I wasn’t done.”

I saw her smile and she said, “Onto your stomach and make sure I have access to your dick. Hurry up!” I did as I was told, and she took the opportunity to step gently onto my dick, and she rubbed her shoe on that same spot, hoping to arouse me. Her hopes became reality after a short time, and I got hard under her platform pump. As soon as I was hard she ordered me to stand up, go to her bed and lay down. I did gingerly, lying on my back with my hard cock on my stomach.

She said simply, “Shirt off,” and I took it off slowly. I watched her as she took her thong off from under her skirt.With all her clothes on—except her underwear—she straddled my body with her pussy where my cock was. She smiled with a satisfied look on her face and said, “I think you’ve learned your lesson. Now for your reward…”

The End.

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