Wednesday, October 10, 2007
Lisa Gets Fed Up
By lemonhead
Fuck! I dropped the papers from my desk for the third time today and was feeling frustrated. It was Thursday, nearing the end of the week, which for most people was relieving to think about, but not me, it just meant more work, Fridays were always the worst. If I could only get through today and tomorrow everything would be fine. I could relax, take some time for myself and just enjoy the day, the complete opposite of working in this shit hole. If I wasn’t getting paid what I am, I would quit in a second. I’m a secretary, not the kind that sits in front of a CEO that makes phone calls, and makes sure there’s two creams in my boss’s coffee. No, I work in the corner of a room basically doing annoying tasks for whatever jerk slaps something on my desk. These guys are complete assholes sometimes. They could care less about how busy I was; they thought that just because I’m a woman I shouldn’t ask questions, just do whatever they told me. Some were worse than others, some I hated so much I felt I could kill them some days, but I knew I never could, I could do nothing about their sexist remarks, or male power trips.
It was almost 6:30 and I was still typing away at some useless shit
I had finally finished, brought the report to
“What the h.” I stopped myself, I’d quickly change whatever the bastard wanted and be out of here in 20 minutes.
As I was walking out, I heard him say, “Oh, actually, come here for one more second, there’s something else, that document on the side of desk needs proofreading, can you grab that too?”
As I leaned over to pick it up I was furious that he was getting pleasure from getting a good look at my ass. Just then, I felt his hand grab the back of my left thigh. I stood there in shock. His hand started to slide up under my skirt from behind. Finally he started to rub his thumb on one of my lips, this guy was a creep.
“You know, we could maybe forget about this project. Would you like that? I tell you what, if you follow me to the bathroom and give me a simple five minute blow job, you can go home right after, how’s that sound, seriously?”
I immediately pulled away and walked to my cubical without saying a word, I was fucking pissed off. I finished what he told me to do, slammed it on his desk and left. As I was walking down the stairs I almost lost it, 'how could this pecker get away with this,' I thought. When I realized I couldn’t do anything about it, it enraged me even more. Then I thought, fuck it! This piece of shit’s going to get it. In the hall way downstairs, I waited; I knew he would be strutting out of here with in minutes now that I was gone. Sure enough I heard the asshole come down.
I heard him come up from behind me. “So”, he said “You decided to stick around.”
I turned around and walked up to him not knowing what I was going to do to him. I got with in a foot of him and just stared.
He continued, “The same offer applies for tomorrow Lisa, you do favors for me, I’ll do fav…”
Just then I reached between his legs, and slapped the palm of my hand on his package. After feeling for a second, I found what I was looking for. I grabbed his balls in the palm of my hands and gave them a firm squeeze. “Look, you asshole! I’m sick of taking this shit from you…”
He quickly pushed me against the wall. That was it. I looked at him in the eyes, took a step forward, and planted my right foot into his balls, hard. I knew I hit them good, I knew exactly where they were hanging from my grab. I can’t tell you how good that felt, seeing him there not knowing what hit him, just knowing that the pain he was feeling was so intense. I think he tried to say something, but all I heard was a few pathetic high pitched moans that made me feel even better. I couldn’t tell if he was about to fall over.
Either way, I knew I had to this right. I walked right up to him again, and grabbed one of his shaking hands that was trying to protect his aching nuts. I quickly moved both our hands under my skirt and firmly rubbed his over my crotch. “Is that what you fucking wanted? To feel me between my legs? Well it’s time to concentrate on what’s between yours!”
With that said, I rammed my right knee into his half covered crotch just enough to see the reaction on his face. Not impressed, I grabbed his other hand, pinned him against the wall, and let him have it with a full forced knee to the balls, twice! The piece of shit couldn’t even make noises now. I let go and he fell to the floor.
“Every time you play with my crotch, I’ll play with yours.” After saying that I turned around and walked out the glass door of the building. I felt so good. I lit a cigarette, and just watched him squirm on the ground through the door. About 4 minutes later I saw him getting up, dazed. He got to his feet, his ass facing me, and started walking to the stairs again. He had one hand in front of him, and one balancing his self on the wall.
Fuck this I thought, I opened the door and walked in. He didn’t even hear me he was so out of it. With his legs slightly spread, I calmly walked up to him, almost feeling cruel at this point. I took a couple of fast steps and quickly flew the tip of my high heels into the underside of his aching fruit from behind. He fell to the ground so fast he may have fainted, but I doubt it, I still heard noises coming from him. I turned around satisfied and left. I walked to the bus feeling so much better, I had actually done it. It’s time guys realize they’re not always in charge. I starting thinking that my boyfriend has always been a bit controlling of me too. Maybe I should I go home and give him a couple of cheap shots to the balls when he’s ignoring me, that’ll wake him up. Ooh, I could have some fun with this new found method I thought. It’s about time his pride tones down a bit. I was excited, even a bit turned on; my panties were becoming a bit damp. I felt like a new person. With that I got in my car and started heading home…
What a Night! (another true story)
by kysub
This is more of a documentary of a real experience from last night than a story.
Last night after work I went out and had a few drinks and somehow ended up in a local strip bar called Trixies. I didn't stay long but I watched a few of the girls dance and finally got up enough nerve to ask one of the girls for a lap dance. The girl I chose was your basic "Pamela Anderson/Barbie" type, long blond hair, blue eyes and nicely tanned etc. but what caught my attention was her beautiful feet and perfect toes that I could see in her strappy high heel platforms. When she came over to dance for me the first thing she did was place her foot in the chair, directly between my legs and I could feel her toes in my crotch directly under my balls. Immediate erection. It was great! She did it a couple of times during my four minutes of heaven but then the song was over and she was gone to the next guy with $20. But the night didn’t end there.
I went home after a while with the thoughts of that totally erotic blond in my mind and since I don't have a girlfriend I decided to call an escort service. I’ve called and used their services a few times before. Since I live in a not so desirable part of town they only have one girl that will come to my neighborhood to see me. A sexy, muscular legged, brunette, who is very open minded and will do just about ANYTHING. For privacy reasons I’ll just call her K. She arrived wearing jeans and a jacket and flats and went into the bathroom and changed into her lingerie and five inch heels. We sat and talked for a little while. I usually start by giving her a foot massage so I did and I told K that I am moving soon to
Anyway, after giving her feet a good massage with baby oil she started teasing my already stiff cock (which hadn’t gone down since the strip club) and balls with her toes. She has rather large (probably at least a size 10) feet but they are very pretty and very soft. After teasing the hell out of me with the footjob, she proceeded to give me a handjob for a little while. She'd done this before and knew that I liked having my balls smacked occasionally while she squeezed and pulled on my cock.
After about a half hour, after the usual spankings and the anal plugs and the candle wax, etc... I said, "Well since this will probably be our last session together how about we do something a little different?"
K said, “Sure, why not?”
I then asked her to stand up and I got on my hands and knees in front of her. My right hand kept me steady and my left hand was jerking the head of my cock. I then asked her to kick me in the balls from behind. She said, "You want me to kick you in the balls?"
Hearing her ask me that turned me on even more. I was breathing very heavily but managed to say yes. She said, "ok" and lightly kicked them. A perfect kick, right on target! But not hard enough. She said, “Like that?”
I said, “Yes, but a little harder.” I was still jerking my cock as she continued to kick them about a dozen more times. I was extremely turned on and getting close to cumming. I was looking between my legs with my head down so I could see her foot come up from behind me and connect with my nuts each time, but I wanted to see her face while she kicked me.
I then said, “This isn’t working very well.”
She said, "Now what?" She then told me that kicking me in the balls was making her a little wet. This was music to my ears. I told her my arms were getting tired from that position and told her I wanted to kneel in front of her with my legs spread so that she could kick me some more. I also asked her to put her five inch pointy heels back on and she did.
First K teased my nuts a little bit with the pointy toe of her shoe. Then she said, "You know this is really gonna hurt don't you? I told her yes, but I was so turned on that I didn't care. K then said ok. I looked up into her eyes; she was smiling as if she knew she was going to enjoy busting me. She then drew her foot back and...WHAM! She was dead on target. The top of her foot connected with my balls with quite a bit of force, luckily it wasn't exactly the pointy part of the toe of her shoe or I surely would have been in major pain. But this hurt bad enough. She looked at my reaction and without saying or asking anything else she kicked me again, only seconds after her last kick.
At that point, still with cock in hand, I came PROFUSELY! I came for at least 30 seconds or longer, it was about 15 good hard squirts about 2 seconds between each one. It shot all over her legs, feet, all the way up to her chest and on the wall behind her. It was by far THE best orgasm I ever had. I slept like a baby last night and as of this morning at the time of posting this, my balls are still aching and very sore, not sure if it's from the kicks or the super explosive orgasm, or both, but I love it!
Tuesday, October 9, 2007
The Deal
By KneeMyNuts
**This story is a work of fiction…unfortunately…**
It was just like any other Monday morning. I got up, showered and got dressed, had my breakfast, and drove to work. I sat at my desk and contemplated jumping out the window to break my neck in lieu of working, just like I did everyday, but something happened that would change the course of my work life: a new woman was starting in the department. Her name was Cindy and she was hot! She was about 5’2”, had long blonde hair, brown eyes, a very cute innocent smile, and a BANGIN’ body (not huge boobs but very nice cleavage, sexy toned legs, and the nicest ass I’ve ever seen on a woman not in porn)! She accentuated her body by wearing tight pants and a low cut top that showed off her cleavage. And to make things worse (or much better), she walked around in high heels and I have a very big high heels fetish.
After a couple of days of simple conversation with her, Cindy asked me to do a favor for her. She asked, “Can you help me with this box of files? It’s a little too heavy for me.” Then she smile sweetly at me, and I could imagine nothing other than bending her over her desk and…well, nevermind.
Anyway, I go over to where she’s standing with the box at her feet. I bend over to pick up the box – I steal a quick peek at her sexy navy blue pumps – and grab the edges, hoping it isn’t too heavy for me to lift (it would be really embarrassing if I couldn’t even move it right?). I start to lift…and I almost ended up throwing it across the room; it couldn’t have been even half full.
I looked at her a little confused, and she just smiled and said, “I’ll show you where to put it.” I was following her, watching her sexy ass in her tight black pants, as she led me into an empty room in the back of the office. She gestured to the far corner and said, “Right back there,” and she looked me up and down, biting her lip. I moved past her to put the box down, and I heard the door slam shut. I was startled, but I didn’t want her to know I was; she’s hot after all! I heard her heels on the floor, getting louder as she approached, so put the box down easily and turned toward her. She got really close, our bodies touching, and her scent was intoxicating.
She looked right into my eyes and said, “I know I’m new here, but I also know you want me.” I tried to look innocent but she backed me against the wall and whispered in my ear, “I’ll make a deal with you. Meet me at this address after work and I’ll give you all the details.” I felt her hand slip into one of my pants pockets and I was praying she wouldn’t feel my raging boner. She took her hand out of my pocket and started to walk away, calling over her shoulder, “Hope you come.” When she was out of the room, I reached into the pocket she had her hand in and pulled out a little piece of paper with an address written on it.
It took forever for the last hours to pass. Every now and then, she’d flash a devious grin at me, or wink at me. I didn’t know what to think; was this somehow a trap to get me fired? Did she want to have sex with me after only knowing me for a few days? I thought to myself, “There’s only one way to find out: go to that address after work!”
So the time came, and I practically sprinted to my car and looked at the address again. Luckily for me, I have a pretty good sense of direction (plus, I Googled directions before I left LOL), so getting to the address was relatively easy. It was an apartment building, and after I got there and sat in my car for a little while, I eventually got the courage to go to the door.
When I knocked, Cindy answered and smiled, beckoning me inside. She said, “I’m really glad you came! I believe I owe you some details.” I looked her up and down; her long blonde hair cascaded over her shoulders; the navy blue button-down blouse she wore to work had the top half of the buttons undone, revealing her ample chest barely being held by a black lace bra; her black pants very tight, accentuating her very sexy curves; and her navy blue pumps with 4” heels and closed rounded toe.
“Okay, here’s the deal, if you can withstand me giving you some hits to your groin…” she broke off, started to walk towards me with her heels clacking on the hardwood floor and when she got close enough so our bodies touched again, she continued, “I let you have me the rest of the night.” She looked down towards my groin and bit her lip, and then she looked into my eyes and raised one of she eyebrows. She asked, “Think you can handle that?”
I couldn’t believe my luck!! I’d never been kicked in the balls before, but how rough could it be? And for the chance to have sex with her?!
I blurted out, also too eagerly, “Yes! It’s a deal!!”
She giggled and exclaimed, “Good! It’s ten kicks then! You have to take your pants off!!”
I thought to myself, “Oh shit, what did I just do? Ten kicks? It can’t be that bad, but ten?? And she wants me to be without any pants???...... Oh well!”
I started to take my shoes and pants off when she said, “Underwear too.” I slowly took off my underwear too. So there I was, standing there naked from the waist down while she was fully clothed…but for some reason, I found it really sexy, and it didn’t take long before I got hard.
She giggled and asked, “Are you ready?” I nodded yes and she answered, “Here we go.” She took a slight step forward and sent her foot forward towards my balls, and although she didn’t make solid contact, a graze was enough to hurt like hell. I’ve never felt anything like this before, and I bent over in hopes of alleviating some of the pain. I looked up at her, and she had a slight frown on her face.
“That sucked,” she said.
“Really?” I answered in a slightly strained voice.
“Yeah, but I’ll still count that as one. Now straighten back up…unless you wanna quit now.” She leaned forward slightly, showing off her breasts. If by doing that she wanted me to continue, it worked. I slowly straighten back up and answered, “Bring it on.” I spread my legs a bit and folded my arms across my chest, exuding a confidence a didn’t feel.
She took a step back and eyed my crotch then she took a slight step forward and drilled me in the balls with the toe of her shoe. I groaned loudly, but before I could collapse to the floor, she kicked me again, seemingly harder. I immediately fell the floor, feeling the most intense pain I’d ever felt in my life. I didn’t know if I could breathe, never mind gain the ability to stand again to take another one. Cindy looked down at me and giggled.
“Ooh, that had to hurt. I give you a couple minutes to recover.” I couldn’t even thank her; I’d lost the air in my lungs and I was unable to answer. All I could do was roll around on the floor, which I did for what seemed like a decade.
She kneeled by my side and said, “How about if I blindfold you? I know those last two had to be rough, and I don’t want you flinching.” She took my hands in hers and gently guided me to my feet, then turned away from me, saying over her shoulder, “I’ll be right back, I’m gonna get something to cover your eyes.” With that, she walked into another room, moving her sexy hips and ass from side to side.
When she came back, she held a blindfold and she tied it around my eyes. She finished tying it and I felt her hand close around my cock and start stroking up and down, causing an instant boner. She whispered in my ear, “Here’s number four,” and what felt like an open hand smacked me in the balls, and I bent slightly. She was still rubbing my cock and she brought her leg under my balls, letting them sit on her leg for a second or two. Then suddenly, her leg disappeared then crashed violently into my balls, then again much harder. As I fell to the floor, the weight of my body ripped my now-flaccid cock out of her hand and got scratched by her nails. I went into fetal position on the floor, cradling my throbbing balls in my hands and I started to feel sick. I was beginning to think this was a really bad idea.
I heard her heels clacking on the floor away from the mess I must have looked like, and she called over to me from across the room, “Had enough? Or do you think you can take a few more? You’re more than halfway there.” I took a few seconds to get the air to answer, “Continue.” I heard her giggle at my strained voice, and say, “Great! Only four more!”
After a few minutes I got to my feet once more, and I heard the heels on the floor, causing me to hard again. She didn’t even say anything this time; I just felt two hands grip my shoulders tightly and her knee slam between my legs once… twice… three times… four times… five times… and finally a sixth time, each one harder than the one before it. I fell to the floor like a ton of bricks and ended in a heap. After a minute or two when some of the pain subsided, I realized that was a couple more than ten! That had to count for something, right?
I heard her giggle again, and she said, “Okay, four more!” I was about to protest since I held up my end of the deal… and the fact that I probably couldn’t take much more. I ripped off my blindfold as quickly as I could (which wasn’t that fast because I was in so much pain)… and I saw Cindy and another woman!! I eyed her up pretty quickly while I tried to figure out what was going on: she had short dark hair, she was a little more voluptuous than Cindy, but not fat (she had bigger breasts, curvy hips, and very sexy long legs…at least they seemed long from the floor). The other woman wore a button-down blouse like Cindy but hers was white and the buttons where all undone, a white lacy bra under, black thigh high stockings and shiny black pumps with a 5” heel. She wore no skirt or pants, so when I looked up I could see how, “excited” she was from how wet she was.
Cindy walked over to where this mysterious woman was standing and I was in fetal position. She said, “Yeah, she did that. Our agreement was ten from me!” Both women laughed then Cindy added, “You ready for the last four?” I wanted to have sex with Cindy so bad, but I couldn’t even move, let alone get up and take more punishment.
Although I really didn’t want to admit defeat, I heard my mouth say, “I… can’t… go on… anymore…”
I glanced up and saw her playfully pouting. She asked, “Awww, are you sure? Only four more…” I shook my head and repeated, “I can’t…”
“Aww! Well, I guess we’ll have to try again some other time.” After she acknowledged my surrender, she started to walk away, as did the other woman. But Cindy stopped and started to come back, and she said, “I think I’ll make the effort worth it for you, don’t ya think?” She nudged me gently with the toe of her shoe, gesturing for me to lay flat on my back, so I complied slowly. When I got to my back, I watched her put her foot onto my cock and rub gently, her navy blue pump going back and forth. Within seconds I was hard, and I looked up at her to see her smiling. My eyes drifted back to her foot inside her shoe, working on my cock, and I let my hands run up her foot to her ankle. I rested my hands there, and I looked up at her again to see if she approved; she did, smiling slightly and biting her lip. Within a few minutes, I couldn’t hold back and I shot a huge warm load onto my stomach and chest.
She heaved a satisfied sigh, and stepped off my drained cock. She said, “Okay, you can head out when you’re ready. I hope you can take a little more next time,” she took the mysterious woman’s hand and continued, “because maybe there will be a surprise.”
She turned to the other woman and said, “Come on, Nicole.” And with that, both women walked away into a bed room and closed the door, leaving me a defeated mess on the cold hardwood floor.
The End.
Punishment from an Angry Girlfriend
By KneeMyNuts
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 again. 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.
In the Club (part 1-2)
by KneeMyNuts
Since, “D,” as his friends called him, recently broke up with his possessive girlfriend; he had been in no hurry at all finding someone new. He spent all his time at work, at the gym working out, or home watching sports on TV with his friends. It wasn’t that he had no life; he just didn’t want another crazy woman in his life.
At 6’1”, 185 pounds of muscle with very dark skin and a handsome face, he had no problem attracting ladies’ attention, his friends told him. But this 23-year-old wouldn’t hear it.
One Saturday night, D invited some friends over to watch a baseball game at his apartment. To his surprise, they weren’t dressed in their normal jerseys, sweatpants, and what-not. They all looked like they were going to a party or something.
“What? Everyone’s jerseys and shit clothes are in the wash?” D asked his friends.
After everyone chuckled and exchanged glances, Mike, one of his friends spoke. He said, “We’re getting ready to go to a club and you’re coming too!”
D scoffed and answered, “Right, guys.”
Another of D’s friends, Craig said with a huge grin on his face, “Get dressed man! Hurry your ass up!” His friend Tyrell laughed and motioned for him to go to his room.
Very reluctantly, D got up and went t his bedroom and went to change. After a couple minutes, he came out wearing khakis and a navy blue collared short sleeve shirt. Although it didn’t hide his muscular physique, he wanted to wear something very plain so he wouldn’t attract much attention.
They left his apartment and decided to walk to the club. It was within a few blocks, it was such a nice night, and everyone except D planned on getting very, very drunk. After about ten minutes of walking they reached the parking lot of the club, where they all saw a small group of attractive females about to go inside. All of them were attractive, but one of them really stood out.
She was the most attractive woman D had ever seen up close and in person. She was about 5’8”, slim body, dark hair, light brown skin (D figured she was of mixed parents), and about a C cup, D guessed. Her best assets were her toned long legs and shapely ass and the tight, short, low cut black dress and strappy black 4” heels she wore had D captivated.
If he’d stared a little longer he would have had an enormous boner, however, his friend Craig broke his stare. “Ya see that chick in the black dress? I dare you to go over to her and say ‘I’m D. Remember my name because you’ll be screaming it later!’ Do it wuss,” said Craig, playfully shoving D in the girls’ direction. But since they were no where near the females, D didn’t try to stop him.
He just laughed with his friends and said, “You’re such a fuckin moron, Craig.” He continued to laugh, but kept that girl in his mind.
They got inside and the placed was much less crowded than they thought it would be, to D’s relief. That’s not to say it was empty; it just wasn’t loaded with all the people they thought would be there. They looked around and found the bar had just enough seats for all of them, so they went that way. As they made their way to the bar, D noticed that group of girls that he’d seen in the parking lot. He quickly found the girl in the black dress again as she was dancing to the loud music. The way she moved her sexy body had D’s full attention again, and he would have gotten hard if he hadn’t been distracted.
Tyrell leaned in close to D and said, “Holy shit, she can dance!” Apparently, he saw her too.
D answered, “Well, there go my chances with her. I can’t fuckin’ dance.”
“None of us can,” answered Mike with a smile, “but that’s never stopped us before! Let’s go out there and dance with them!”
D replied, “Fuck that!” But his friends would not take, “no” for an answer. They grabbed D’s arms and started to drag him out to where the females were, but D quickly said, “Ok! Ok, I go but I wanna get a beer first.”
“You better get out here soon, or we’ll come get ya,” was Craig’s answer as D’s friends moved to the dance area. D sat down on a bar stool and got his beer, having no intention of going out there. He wasn’t about to embarrass himself. However, he wanted to see his friends try to dance; at least he’d get a laugh. He turned around and saw Tyrell and Craig talking to the girl in the black dress. After a few seconds, to D’s horror, Tyrell, Craig, and the girl all looked at D while talking to each other. , “What are they saying?” he asked himself. Then, D almost started hyperventilating when the girl in the black dress walked in his direction. He looked past her and all his friends had shit-eating-grins on their faces.
The girl stopped right in front of D and asked, “What’s a cute guy like you doing sitting all by himself?”
He looked up into her enchanting green eyes and the only answer he could manage was “Thanks.”
She chuckled and asked, “Do you want some company?”
D nodded his head and said, “Sure, I’d love company.” He pulled the stool next to him out a little so she could sit.
She pulled it a little closer to D and sat in it. “I’m Stephanie,” she said with a big smile that would have made D weak in the knees if he weren’t sitting. She held out her hand for him to shake, which he did.
He took her hand gently and said, “All my friends call me D.”
“D, huh? That sounds easy enough to remember.” They both laughed lightly.
D asked her, “Do you want a drink?” as he finished the last of his beer was about to get another.
She answered, “Absolutely! I’ll have what you’re having.” They drank beer after beer while having conversation like long-lost friends, talking about their backgrounds, college, anything.
Stephanie, getting a little tipsy, asked out of the blue, “Are you a virgin, D?” D almost spit out the mouthful of beer he had just taken. He was a virgin…at 23.
He almost panicked, but he just took a deep breath, looked down, and said quietly, “Yes.”
Stephanie, looking very surprised, said, “Really? I woulda figured you’d be in the double digits by now!” They both laughed loudly.
D didn’t even think to ask her; she had to have, she was so hot. He instead replied, “Well, no one wants to have sex with guys as weird as me.” Stephanie looked a little confused, and raised an eyebrow at D, which got a chuckle from him. He was too drunk to stop himself from asking the next question, “Have you ever kicked a guy in the balls before?”
Stephanie looked like she was about to spit out her beer, then she blushed a little. , “Uh…yeah, a few times…why?”
D, realizing what he just asked, got nervous, but smiled and said, “Eh, no big deal. I’m so drunk I don’t know what I’m saying!”
Stephanie replied, “Well, since you’re a little drunk, you won’t mind dancing with me.”
D got up, forgetting that he couldn’t dance, and said, “Hell no, I don’t mind!”
They went to the dance area, where D’s friends saw them both. Mike winked at his friend, and D winked back. Stephanie moved her body the way she had before, and D tried to stay with her, and was succeeding. In fact, D was a much better dancer than he gave himself credit for. Stephanie would get really close to him then back away, teasing him badly, and with no one to distract him this time, D was hard as a rock.
When she got close to him again, she felt it against her body. She said jokingly, “You’re lucky you can dance or that dick of yours would have earned you a knee in the balls!” D’s mind started racing thinking about this sexy woman dominating him.
She then leaned in close and said, “I need some air. It’s so fuckin hot in here!” She then grabbed D’s hand and led him toward the exit. D mouthed to his watching friends that he’d be right back, and then followed her outside. As soon as they were outside, she pushed him against a nearby wall and started kissing him, jamming her tongue into his mouth. Her hands were on his shoulders and his were around her waist, and starting to move to her ass. She pulled away suddenly, fixing D with a stare that scared him a little.
“Tell me why you asked if I’d ever kicked a guy,” she demanded. D panicked as he looked for something to say, but nothing came to mind. Stephanie took a slight step back with her right leg, and said, “You’d better answer before I knee you in the balls!” D’s only response was a lot of stuttering and stammering, so she made good on her threat. D watched as her leg rushed up towards his nuts in a blur, powerless to stop it. Her knee crashed into his left nut, smashing it into his pelvis. The pain hit him immediately, and he started the fall toward the ground, but she held him up and slammed his back against a wall.
“I’ll do it again if you don’t answer,” Stephanie promised, looking right into D’s eyes. D couldn’t think of a lie in time, and she kneed him again, harder this time. But she kept him from falling, and pinned him against the wall. She said, “Come on, D. Answer because I can do this all night.” When she said that, D’s cock was springing to life.
With his dick about to answer for him, he said, “I’m sorry Stephanie, but it really turns me on getting kicked in the balls.” He looked down, very ashamed. He felt a soft hand under his chin pull it up so his eyes met hers.
She smiled really sweetly, her mood of domination melting away. She said, “See? Was that so hard?” She looked around to make sure no one saw her abuse him, and when she saw nobody in sight, she grabbed D’s hands, took a few steps back, then took one forward with her left leg and sent her right high-heeled foot slamming into his balls, letting him fall to the ground.
She walked really close to him and knelt down at his head. She whispered in his ear, “Let’s get out of here.”
D struggled to talk but said quietly, “I gotta tell my friends I’m going.” He looked up to see her smile really big.
She answered, “They know you’re leaving. We talked about it earlier tonight, right before I sat do with you.” She helped him to his feet and gave him a long passionate kiss, then hailed a cab and got in. D knew he was in for a wild night.
Part 2 – Stephanie’s Apartment
Stephanie led D into her apartment, turning the light on as she entered. She closed the door behind D, who was walking a little gingerly after having his balls bashed a little, and she started taking off her strappy black heels. She looked a D with a little grin and said, “I’m not really a big fan of those heels, but my roommate says I look sexy in them.” D nodded his head in agreement, and he tried to keep the disappointment off his face. He had a huge heels fetish and wanted her to bust him in her heels. Oh well, at least he was here and beginning to sober up.
While D was lost in thought, Stephanie, now barefoot, kicked him gently in the balls to get his attention. D bent slightly, but smiled as she had his full attention. Stephanie got close to him, grabbed his collar, and pulled him down a little as she stood on her tip-toes. She kissed him gently, and then said, “My roommate isn’t here, so I can do to you whatever I want.” She paused and tried to probe his package with her knee but he was much taller than she was now that she took her heels off. Instead she stepped back slightly and kicked D hard in the balls, but to her surprise, he didn’t go down. , “Pretty tough, but you’re goin’ down!” She kicked him even harder with her barefoot, and before he could go down like she said, she got in close and had to jump up a little to knee him. Then she let him slide to the floor. , “Told ya! You stay down there for a few minutes while I go change. You’re gonna be a lot of fun!” Stephanie picked up her heels and sauntered into her bedroom, and closed the door.
D, still on the floor, was in tremendous pain, but very turned on. He had never been dominated like this, and if he had, he couldn’t even imagine the girl doing it could be so attractive. He pulled his large cock out of his khakis right there, and started jerking off. He couldn’t wait for her, he was so horny. As he started to get into it, he heard someone moving in the apartment, but not from Stephanie’s bedroom.
“Oh shit,” D whispered to himself, and jammed his cock back into his pants. He dove behind her couch and listened carefully. Suddenly he heard a voice…but it wasn’t Stephanie’s. It was a female voice and this new girl said, “Stephanie? Are you here?” Then it dawned on D: Stephanie’s roommate was still here! D thought about how he’d get out, but with her roommate so close, he had to be careful. He stayed perfectly still, and didn’t hear anything from this girl either.
Suddenly he heard a feminine grunt behind him and simultaneously felt something hit him between his legs. D groaned loudly, fell to his side, refusing to cover his balls so he wouldn’t let her know how bad she hurt him. He turned around and got up slowly, and saw another very attractive woman. She was a little taller than Stephanie, and not dressed to kill like she was, but his cock was getting hard looking at her. She was slim also, but had a little more muscle (as far as he felt from his aching balls), red hair, pale skin and freckles, and a small B chest. She stood in front of D, trying to look angry, but she was impressed with his physique and his face. As mentioned before she wasn’t exactly dressed to kill, wearing a pink bathrobe tied around her waist and was wearing ankle socks.
As they were sizing each other up, D heard Stephanie at her bedroom door exclaim, “Holy shit, Julie, you’re home?!” They both looked at her, and D was awed by what he saw. She was wearing her dark hair in a ponytail, a black lace bra that somehow made her breasts look even bigger, a black garter belt with black stockings, and (D’s favorite part) shiny black high heeled pumps. When he saw her, his mouth hung open and his dick hardened again. Stephanie, on the other hand, looked mortified. She just stood there, looking down at her shoes.
After a few seconds of silence that seemed like hours, Julie finally spoke up. “Well, looks like you know who this asshole is.”
D looked at her, and making no effort to help the situation, said, “Whatever, bitch.” D would never say that to a female he didn’t know, and he started to realize that he was still drunk.
Julie looked at D, then back to Stephanie and said, “Since you two have ‘plans,’ I’m gonna go to bed.”
With that, she turned and headed to her bedroom, but was intercepted by Stephanie. She said, “Maybe you should stay awake for a little while longer,” as she winked at D. He stood by as he watched Stephanie and Julie whisper to each other as he caught little tidbits of their conversation.
“…..stay a little bit…” , “…..kinda cute…” , “…..it’ll be…..fun…” , “Can I borrow……”
After their brief conversation ended, Julie disappeared into Stephanie’s room for a few seconds, and then came out holding something behind her back, and then she scurried into her own room and shut the door.
When the door shut, Stephanie sauntered up to D, placed her hands on his shoulders, and lifted her knee very slowly between his legs, reaching his balls much easier, and she left her knee there for a second or two. She smiled sweetly at D, and said, “Much better!” She put her foot back down on the floor, and stepped back a little then continued, “Are you sure this turns you on?” D was about to answer, but her knee was already on its way to his groin. Her knee slammed in to his balls and he bent over, starting to fall to the floor. He slid down her body, and ended up on his knees in front of her. Before he knew what was happening, she pulled her foot back really far, and sent it forward with incredible speed. Her kick connected with both of his balls with the top of her foot and lifted him off the floor a little. He quickly covered his balls and curled himself into a ball at Stephanie’s high heels. His stomach felt really queasy, and he was about to throw up. He dry-heaved at her feet, threatening to spill the contents of his stomach on her floor.
Just as it appeared that he was about to puke everywhere, the door to Julie’s bedroom opened, and out came Stephanie’s sexy roommate. She made herself look as hot as Stephanie, wearing her red hair in a ponytail like her roommate, a red low-cut blouse that didn’t exactly do a good job of hiding her hard nipples, a very short black leather miniskirt that had a long slit in the side, showing off another pair of amazing legs, and at the bottom were red high heeled pumps with stiletto heels. She walked just like Stephanie, hips moving from side to side, and when she got right in front of D, she took his hands and gently pulled him to his feet.
Julie wasted no time with what she wanted to do, as she reached for his belt, and undid it, letting his pants fall to the floor with D making no effort to stop it. She then grabbed the bottom of his shirt and pulled it off him, revealing to both women the muscular body under his shirt. Both girls looked very impressed, and didn’t try to hide it. Then she wrapped her arms around his neck, and pulled him in close. Julie looked him right in the eye, and without warning, she drove her knee up into his balls viciously, his balls only protected by the boxer-briefs he wore. Before he could react, she kneed him in the balls twice more while Stephanie stood by. Julie stepped back slightly and kneed D as hard as she could and then let him fall to the floor at her feet.
D looked up from the floor and watched Stephanie walk towards him. She held back Julie from doing anymore damage to D’s groin and said, “Hey now, he’s my date! I brought him here!”
She gently grabbed his hands and helped him slowly to his feet. She looked him in the eyes, with a fearful expression on her face. Stephanie asked, “Are you ok, D?” When he answered with a nod, a smile spread across her face, and she said, “Good!” With that, she pushed him backwards until D’s back was against a wall, slowly because his pants were still around his ankles. She took a step back, looked him in the eye and smiled sweetly. Suddenly, he smile disappeared and held his hands tightly, took a half step forward with her left leg, pulled back her right and kicked D in the balls as hard as she could. He groaned loudly and was struggling to remain conscious. He could barely stand, but was standing because Stephanie was holding him up. When Stephanie saw he was fading out, both girls helped D to their couch and sat him down to give his aching, swelling nuts a little rest. Unfortunately, the pain was still too much and he passed out anyway.
After some time went by (D had no idea how long), both girls came over to him without saying a word and pulled him to his feet. Julie looked at D and asked, “Think you can take some more?”
D was about to answer but Stephanie answered for him, saying, “Look at his body! He can take a few more from two girls who are like half his size!” Somehow he managed a smile, and again, his cock sprang to life. To D’s horror, it was extremely visible because he was completely naked now!
When his dick reached its full size, both girls looked on and Stephanie mouthed to Julie, “Holy shit!” Stephanie turned to him and said, “Just a little more, then we’ll give that dick of yours a little release!” Right after the words left her mouth, both of them forced this strong man back against a wall again. They pinned him there, both in front of him, each with a hand on his shoulder, holding him there. Without any sort of warning, Julie slammed her knee between D’s legs cruelly and right after her knee went down to gain power to get him again, Stephanie’s knee thumped his nuts. They alternated, delivering knee after knee to his badly bruised nads.
After many strikes by Stephanie and Julie, they let him slide down the wall with his legs spread. Amazingly, D’s cock was still standing at attention. Julie nodded to her roommate then backed up a few steps while Stephanie stood in between D’s legs. She put her black high heeled pump on his hard-on, and pushed it gently to her floor. She added more weight onto it, little by little. When she had most of her weight on his cock, she moved her foot back and forth on his dick. After a few short minutes, D had the wildest orgasm of his life, shooting load after load of cum onto her floor and back high heel.
He was completely spent, but Stephanie said, “Wow that was a lot you just blew! But you’re not done. We’re gonna give you a few minutes then join us in my bedroom because we’re gonna take something from you…that pesky virginity of yours!” Both women walked, hips moving back and forth, to Stephanie’s bedroom and waiting for the sexy, strong man they just beat the shit (and cum) out of.
The End…maybe.
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