Happy Honeymoon

By number2

As the plane taxied down the runway to its final destination in the beautiful Hawaiian Islands, it was hard to say who was more excited, Patrick, or his ravishing new bride Melissa.

Theirs had been a storybook romance. Somehow Patrick had won the heart of this stunning brunette after years of trying. Not that she had any lack of suitors. In fact almost every eligible male had made an attempt to woo her, only to be shot down. She had been on dates before Patrick, many, in fact. But her vow to remain chaste until after her wedding scared most of them off. Patrick was steadfast. He was in love and would wait until she was ready. He knew he would never meet a woman like this again.

They had both decided, actually Melissa decided and Patrick agreed, to wait until their honeymoon night in Maui to actually consummate their love. Patrick, who had had sex with two girls prior to dating Melissa, could hardly stand the wait but knew the experience would be all the better for it.

Melissa was anxious for the evening as well. She was far from a prude, but she wanted her first time to be special, and she couldn’t think of a more special place to lose her virginity.

They checked into their luxurious hotel, unpacked and went to check out the place. The scenery was magnificent and Melissa quickly spotted a restaurant overlooking the ocean. She decided they would eat there that night, then head up to their room for their first night of passion.

The evening couldn’t come soon enough for either of them. They spent the day relaxing on the beach, Melissa in a black-and-white polka dotted bikini and Patrick in long surfer shorts that he hoped hid his near-constant erection. As night approached they went upstairs to shower and change. Melissa still would not let her new husband see her naked body until she was ready to “give herself fully to him”. When she finally emerged from the bathroom, she was clad in a tight green strapless evening gown, split open on the sides and a pair of 4-inch black heels. Patrick had to restrain himself from jumping on her right there and then.

Their meal was spectacular, but Patrick was so focused on what would happen later that he barely ate his sumptuous meal. Melissa, on the other hand, enjoyed her steak and lobster slowly, savoring every morsel. Their waiter, a large handsome Samoan who went by the name of Manny, nearly spilled the wine he was pouring onto Patrick’s lap, intent as he was on staring down Melissa’s ample cleavage. He wasn’t the only man who noticed her. Just about every guy in the restaurant had snuck a peek at the hottest woman there.

Finally the time had come. Patrick paid the bill and Melissa took him by the hand, guiding him to the elevator. Despite her lack of experience, she would be the director of the evening’s doings.

She led him into the room and had him sit on the bed. He watched as she slowly performed a strip-tease in front of him, revealing every inch of her newly tanned body. She bent down and kissed him then slithered onto the bed next to him. Patrick nearly ripped his own clothes to shreds as he stripped out of them and dove onto the bed next to his wife.

What followed was, to Melissa, one of the most unpleasant experiences of her young life. Patrick clumsily mounted his wife in the standard missionary position and began to pound into her with all the force his body could muster. Melissa gave him all the customary “oohs” and “ahhs” she felt she was expected to, but in reality felt no excitement.

Moments later an over-excited Patrick pulled out of her and ejaculated onto the bed sheets. Gasping and sweating, he whispered out, “Oh God, baby. That was incredible. You are the best.”

Melissa sighed uncontentedly and returned the compliment. She had her from her girlfriends that usually the first time wasn’t all that great for girls, but it and he would get better.

Unfortunately it did not.

Over the course of the evening, Patrick copulated with his wife four times, each time leaving her more unsatisfied than before. When he finally drifted off to sleep, Melissa wept silently, not believing that this was all there was to sex.

The next morning a refreshed Patrick was up early. He had booked an early morning scuba lesson for the pair and was anxious to get started. Melissa, disappointed over the previous night, didn’t want to do anything. She made up an excuse about the lobster being bad and she felt a little sick but told Patrick that he should go and enjoy himself.

Patrick gave the proper amount of sympathy but finally, at Melissa’s insistence, he left for his lesson. When he was gone, she showered, put on a sun dress and went down to the hotel’s restaurant for some breakfast.

As she picked at her eggs wistfully she heard a somewhat familiar voice above her.

“You don’t look like a happy woman,” came the deep bass.

She was about to tell whoever it was to go away, that she wanted to be alone, when she looked up and recognized their waiter from her honeymoon night dinner.

“Manny, is it?” she asked. He nodded.

“Mind if I sit down?” For some reason Melissa let him. She felt this was the only person she knew on the island, other than Patrick, and she could actually use some company.

“You know, we have a law here in Hawaii,” he started. “Beautiful women such as yourself are not allowed to be unhappy. It gives a bad name to paradise.”

Melissa smiled. She knew it was a line but it was what she needed to hear right now.

“There you go. That’s better,” Manny continued. “Now why don’t you tell me what’s wrong and we’ll fix it.”

Melissa’s frown returned. She couldn’t tell this guy, this complete stranger her problems. Or could she? He didn’t know her. He’d be the safest one to talk to.

She tearfully poured her heart out to the attentive Manny, explaining her virginity and her disappointment. He listened intently and when she was through he put his oversized hand over hers and told her how beautiful she was and how any man, especially after being denied her that long, would have a hard time holding out and that she should talk to her husband and they could work it all out.

“Now go on up to your room, fix your make-up, and make yourself pretty for your husband. Everything is going to be just fine.”

Melissa stopped her sniffling and smiled. “You’ve been such a good listener and friend Manny. Would you walk me up?”

“I’d be happy to.”

Then rode the elevator silently, Melissa dabbing at her running mascara that had leaked down her pretty face. When they arrived at her room, she invited him in, telling him it would only be a minute or so.

Manny sat on the couch while Melissa fixed herself up in the bathroom. Emerging moments later, she was as pretty as she had ever been and Manny gave her polite applause.

“I hate to ask you this,” Melissa said. “But could you do one more favor for me? I need your opinion on something.” Manny nodded and Melissa slipped back into the bathroom.

Minutes later her head peeked out. “Are you ready?” she said playfully.

Manny smiled his ascension.

Melissa threw open the bathroom door and stood there in a nearly sheer white negligee that barely covered her crotch and a pair of matching white heels. Manny gulped.

“I was thinking about wearing this tonight for Patrick. Do you think he’d find it… sexy?”

“L-look, Mrs. Martin, I think…”

“What’s this Mrs. Martin stuff, Manny,” she interrupted. “I thought we were friends.” She sauntered over to the couch, watching the tent in his shorts rise.

“It’s just that… I don’t think… I mean… You just got married!”

Melissa bent down in front of him, exposing nearly all of her breasts. “Manny, I’ve never had a man other that Patrick and I may never have another. I have to know if it gets better. I have to!”

Manny couldn’t take it any longer. He grabbed Melissa by the waist and pulled her in for a deep, wet kiss. Melissa responded in kind and slid her hand down Manny’s shorts. She was amazed at what she felt. Compared to the large Samoan, Patrick was built like a little boy. She pulled down his shorts and watched as the nine inches grew in her hand.

Manny stood and scooped up the small brunette, carrying her over to the bed. He laid her down gently, lifted up the hem of her lingerie and dove into her neatly trimmed bush. Melissa gasped with pleasure as Manny’s talented tongue penetrated her nearly-virginal cunt. As he licked and slurped, she pulled his head in further, nearly yanking out tufts of his hair.

After a few moments he knew that her natural lubricants were starting to flow. Manny stood up and peeled off his clothes, revealing his tanned and well-built body to the already impressed Melissa. She marveled at the size of his man-meat, now fully sized, and he powered his way into her moist clit.

Melissa bit her lower lip as Manny penetrated areas she didn’t know she had. AS he thrust in and out of her, she clawed at his muscular back, knowing how wrong this all was but wanting him more and more.

Without warning the Samoan pulled out of her then effortlessly flipped her over on the bed. He pulled her up by the waist and entered her doggy style to the delight of the surprised bride. Melissa could feel her first ever orgasm start to build when, unexpectedly, she heard the front door of the suite opening.

“Honey, are you here?” came Patrick’s questioning voice. Melissa had to think fast. She still loved Patrick and she couldn’t let their marriage end like this. She slid off an unhappy Manny and ran to the bedroom door.

She cracked it open slightly and peered out. “I’m in here. Don’t come in; I’m working on a surprise for you.”

“Really? A surprise? Let me see.” Patrick strode towards the bedroom.

Melissa squeezed herself through the bedroom door. She couldn’t let her husband in there. Patrick’s eyes bugged out as he saw his new wife’s negligee. “No, honey, not yet. It’s not ready yet.”

“It looks ready to me,” Patrick said lustfully. “Come here baby.” He grabbed Melissa and began kissing her neck. She couldn’t let this go on. She knew he’d want to go into the bedroom.

“No, not yet, please let go of me,” she yelled, trying to extricate herself from his grip.

He held tight and continued slobbering all over her. “C’mon baby, you feel soooo good…” he murmured.

Melissa knew she had to stop this… and soon. She continued trying to pull away from her horny husband but he simply would not let go. Frustrated, and not know what to do, she brought her right knee up swiftly, connecting solidly with her spouse’s nutsack. His grip finally loosened but he still stood. Another lightning fast knee shot up and Patrick went down in a crumpled heap.

“I said ‘let go’!” Melissa shrieked. Patrick lay at his wife’s feet, cupping his sore testicles. “Now stay out here and don’t come in until I tell you to!” she ordered, storming back into the bedroom.

Manny was standing up and gathering his clothes, ready to beat a hasty retreat.

“Where the hell do you think you’re going?” demanded Melissa.

“Well it’s just… your husband is right outside…” he stammered.

Melissa took a quick look through the crack in the door where she saw Patrick, still in the fetal position, moaning and writhing. “Get your ass back on that bed,” she commanded, pushing the much larger man onto his back. She climbed on top of him and mounted him in a reverse cowgirl position, taking in his full length and keeping an eye on her horizontal husband.

She rode the huge Samoan, whipping her hair about, watching as Patrick tried in vain to get back to his feet. The excitement of her first real fuck, coupled with her dominance over her spouse, brought her to orgasm within moments. Manny was not far behind, shooting his load deep inside the sexual dynamo astride him.

The room was completely silent, save for the heavy breathing. Manny’s now-softening cock slid out of Melissa’s sopping wet cunt and she dismounted the sweat-soaked waiter. Despite the all-over warm feeling she had from her first orgasm, she knew she still had to get Manny out of her room undetected.

She threw Manny his clothes. “Get dressed quickly, I’ve got an idea,” she whispered. She sauntered out of the bedroom found Patrick, now on his knees, facing away from her. She eyed his hanging ballsack and had to stifle a laugh. Compared to the monster that had just been pounding away inside her Patrick’s package could hardly compare. She reared her leg back and took aim…

No, that wouldn’t be fair, she thought. He deserved a chance to get better, if he really wanted to. She put her leg back down and walked past her husband to the couch a few feet away. Spreading her long legs, she beckoned him forward with the crook of a finger. Patrick plodded forward as his new wife pulled up her lingerie and exposed her moist box, pulling apart her lips with her fingers.

“You need to make it up to me for ruining my surprise,” she pouted. Patrick was bewildered; he didn’t know exactly what he had done, but he didn’t want to make his bride unhappy. He dove into her pussy and began to lick, not realizing he was lapping up another man’s spooge. Melissa sighed; he was as bad at oral as he was at regular sex.

Manny peeked his head out the door. Melissa had wrapped her legs tightly around Patrick’s head and he couldn’t see anything. Melissa blew a kiss to her Samoan suitor, mouthed the words ‘thank you’ and watched as he tip-toed out the front door.

“Oh God, oh God,” she fake-moaned to a well-meaning but inefficient Patrick. What was she going to do about this? Maybe with a little training…

to be continued?

Betty and the Burglars

By noriko

"A double, without ice," Darren said to the bartender. Yesterday had been a good day for business, and he was going to celebrate. A few weeks earlier, he had overheard a kid talking about his parents going on holiday for a few weeks, and had been savvy enough to find out the family's address. The stuff they had hauled out that night had to be worth at least 3-4 grand, a TV, a VCR, a brand new computer with all the bells and whistles- that family would sure have a shock when they got back. But hey, they seemed pretty well off judging from the apartment- it wouldn't hurt them too badly, and Darren and his mates had the money to have some fun for a while.

As the barman served up a drink, Darren spotted a woman out of the corner of his eye. She seemed kind of oldish, but she had a really nice chest, and from what he could see her ass didn't look half bad either. Seemed worth a shot, what the hell.

"Yo, barman," said Darren. "Send one of your finest over to the lady." If she accepted it, he'd score tonight.

Sure enough she accepted, and without even looking up. There was something strange about her though. She didn't seem at all interested in anything, like she was in a deep depression or something. And she didn't even acknowledge Darren, to his disgust. Her mind seemed just somewhere else.

Darren had wasted his money though, so he decided he might as well follow through. Mustering up an air of male suavity or something of such sorts, he paced up to the table at which she was sitting.

"Yo, baby," he said in a manly sort of way (he thought). "The name's Darren. What's yours?" The woman didn't even acknowledge his existence, and just kept sipping her drink, the drink that he had bought her. Her eyes were blank, as if focused on some point far away. Darren decided to step it up a few gears (hey, what good was she if she wouldn't give some ass).

"Hey baby, it's a cute booty you got there. How 'bout you give me some of that ass."

The lady's head shot 'round like she had just sat on a pin. "What?" she said icily. "Are you trying to chat me up?"

“Ummm…” was Darren to answer to that. “Well, baby, I was just, um, sort of wondering whether you be lookin' for some male companionship, that's all."

"Because I'm not that kind of girl, shorty. So just leave me alone."

Shorty? Yeah, Darren was short, 5 foot 2 when he wore his tall shoes, but he hated being called shorty. That was what people had called him in school, and hearing the word just about gave him a rash. Anyway, height doesn't matter that much in bed.

"I may be short," shot back Darren, drawing himself up to his full height. "But I've got one thing to tell you. I'm proud to inform you that I have the biggest most enormous goddamn Johnson that you have probably ever seen."

The woman just burst out laughing, because that had been the last thing she had expected to hear. She laughed and laughed, until tears were coming out of the corners of her eyes. Darren didn't see what was so funny, and found the whole thing kind of weird actually, but hey, he had somehow made her laugh. Maybe he had a chance after all.

"I like that shorty," the woman spluttered, trying to stop laughing. "That was good. I like that. But listen, I'm just not that kind of girl. Last time I had sex was in the Summer of Love, 1972."

1972??? No way! Sure she looked a bit oldish, but she didn't look THAT old.

"It's never late to get started again," suggested Darren helpfully.

"Sorry, shorty, but that's just not the way I am. I'm an independent kind of woman. I don't have men in my house, and I like it that way. So you can take you big enormous goddamn Johnson and go." She couldn't hold out anymore and just burst out laughing again.

Single woman living alone eh? Darren was beginning to be interested for a whole new reason. Judging from the way she dressed, she didn't seem too badly off either. He didn't need to tell his mates for this one- this was a job he would keep just for himself. He would get some merchandise with which to finally get the money buy the new Toyota 7-series he had always wanted, and he could get some ass too. Her handbag was open, and a purse was gently peeking out. If he could just… Got it! Everything was A-OK. This job would be a pleasure.

* * * * *

Betty Armstrong, age 52, single, no kids. Some nice looking credit cards, a driver's license, a membership card to a gym (so that's where she kept that boobs and ass firm). And she lived on one of the swishiest streets in town- if she didn't have a big Rottweiler or something in the backyard, this job would be a dream.

Darren's wiener was hard as rock at the thought and he could hardly think straight. He would pounce on her while she was asleep, force her legs apart, and ah... pre-cum was just about oozing from his penis. He couldn't wait one more second. He would do it tonight- right now! Hardly able to walk straight because of his erection, Darren got onto his bike. Betty Armstrong here I come! He was far too pre-occupied with such thoughts to notice the eyes following him from the bushes.

Apple Tree Avenue 43 yes, no mistake about it, this was the place. And a nice house it was too - 2 big floors, a nice garden, no dog and what do you know, there was even a ground-floor window that didn't seem properly locked. Edging it open slowly, Darren crept in.

* * * * *

In the bedroom, Betty Armstrong was lying on her back on the bed, naked as the day she was born. On a TV screen in front of her, a self-defense video was playing. She hadn't originally been planning to watch the tape, but her friend Edna from the bridge circle had forced it on her after she had successfully used a technique described there to foil an attempted robbery.

She had been awoken by a sound downstairs, and when she went down to see what the matter was she spotted some fat kid going through her jewelry drawer. Determined not to be a victim, she had rushed the man, but had thrown her to the ground and pulled a knife out of his pocket. Undeterred, and seeing that the man was in a corner, Edna had stamped up between his uprights. Her short summer nightie, now hiked up around her middle, had given her bare legs all the freedom they needed. Letting out a yelp, the man was forced to drop his knife, and he tried to find a way to get on top of her, or at least around her. At least out of the corner. But there was to be no escape. Edna, who had learnt from her self defense tapes that a man is helpless against a concerted attack to the genitals, even when performed by an elderly lady or a child, and who was incensed with rage at having her home violated, had stamped up again and again- his thighs, his stomach, and as his legs bent and closed and his hands came down to shield his testicles that had been hurt by her first attack, she even got one upward stamp into his solar plexus. As the tape had said, her attack proved more than he could stand, and he collapsed to the ground, being kicked all the way. As soon as the man was on the ground, Edna had scrambled to her feet, and as he had tried to get up she had kneed him in the face. He tried to get off the floor again, this time leaving his legs wide open, and Edna had not missed the chance. Holding her frilly silk nightie up around her middle so that it would not get in the way, Edna had rammed her foot into his weak spot full force. From there on in, the matter was one for the police.

Betty had been skeptical about the whole self-defense industry for a while - she hadn't really believed a woman, especially an older woman like herself, could successfully bring down and defeat a physically much stronger man in a fight, or even offer up enough resistance to deter him from committing a crime. If the man was committed, his superior strength and technique would always show through, and she couldn't believe a poke to his wee-wee or any other technique would stop him if he was serious, and certainly not knock him out. But Edna's story had made her reconsider- after all, Edna was almost ten years Betty's senior, and was not exactly a model of physical fitness- and yet she had completely disabled a younger man twice her size. Something about that made Betty so wet- she could hardly listen to the story as Edna told it, because she was afraid she would cum any second and make a fool of herself in public. But in the privacy of her own home she could be alone with her fantasies of the male penis, male testicles.

On the tape, she watched some expert explain about female self-defense. It was all she had dreamed it would be.

"If a woman gets into trouble," the instructor on the screen explained, "she should never forget that her best friend is the man's testicles. A good blow right between a man's legs, even a not-so-good blow between his legs, can knock any man unconscious. However much muscle-power a guy has, he can never grow muscles on his testicles."

The pictures of male genatalia on screen the though of what was in a man's pants. The hair in between Betty's legs was dripping. "I want balls," she thought, her body bathed in sweat. "I want a penis and balls. I want to touch them, to hold them, even to hit them. I want them right now." Her body was bathed in sweat as she rolled uncomfortably on the bed.

"Women should know," the voice on the screen went on, "that women who know about the male pain centre and who decide to struggle win almost 70% of the time. More than 2 in 3. And often by knocking their opponents unconscious. If a woman decides before a fight that she will focus her attack between her opponent’s legs, her chances of winning the fight are far superior to that of the man."

The picture on the screen was of a naked man walking through a field, his penis and balls gently swaying from side to side. This was too good. This was more than Betty could take.

PART 2

"If a woman finds herself in trouble," the instructor continued, "she must remember that even a light blow to a man's pain centre will immobilize him completely. Visualize where his balls are, then kick them, knee them, punch them, bite them, grab and squeeze them if you can, slam something into them. Never underestimate how much it hurts a man to be hit there. It doesn't matter how you hit them- there was a thirteen year old girl in Thailand who was alone in a girls' shower and was attacked by a rapist. She remembered what her mother had taught her about the male anatomy, and threw the bar of soap she was scrubbing herself with at the point just below the bulge in his trousers..."

Betty's nipples were as hard as little rocks. A naked actress on the screen was acting out the counter-attack. "And once you've hurt him, be sure not to let up. A lot of women are successfully raped or killed after they think they have already immobilized their assailant. Once you start your attack, don't stop or let up until he's completely disabled and you can safely get away. The girl from Thailand didn't let up. After she had him stunned with her well-placed throw, she pushed her would-be-rapist up against the shower-room wall and kept driving her thigh between his legs again and again until he went limp in her hands. Don't stop after one blow. Hit, squeeze, or twist his testicles until he dies."

Betty couldn't take any more. Her swollen clitoris was pulsating with sexual excitement, and her eyes closed as she reached out to touch it, spreading her legs as wide as they would go. In her mind's eye she could see her friend Edna lying on her back, slamming her feet upwards again and again in the direction of the small balls of flesh that made the robber a man. She imagined him naked, his legs clamped tight shut and his hands trying desperately to catch or at least to block the devastating attack of a woman well into her 60's. She imagined him staring at Edna's crotch as she delivered kick after kick, wishing he had pussy lips too instead of balls. Betty let out a groan, her legs slightly twisting, unable to hold in place because of all the excitement.

Just at that moment, she felt an enormous penis sliding right in between her legs, deep into her vagina. Darren had just come into the room, and seeing what was before him on the bed had been unable to resist. And he had succeeded in creeping in so quietly that she hadn't noticed his presence until that moment.

The orgasm hit before the realization. "oooouuuuuaaaaaAAAAAAAAAAAA!!!!!" cried Betty, unable to take it anymore, her whole body going into spasm out of sheer pleasure. A split second later she realized that there was something on top of her. It felt unbelievable. She felt a mouth slowly close around her right nipple, and hairy skin rub roughly against her big swollen clitoris. It was a feeling she had never felt before in her life. The pleasure was so intense that she was just losing all muscular control.

As Betty opened her eyes she began to realize there was a man on top of her, in her… and he had no business being there. She had to push him off but the feeling was so intense. There was so much friction right where she needed it between her legs. She curled into another orgasm.

"I'm..." she tried to say, but it was swallowed into another "aaagh!" It was Darren now she realized - why it was him she still could not fathom. Could it be that he was raping her? Either way, when he had talked about his big enormous Johnson, he had not been exaggerating. Darren's technique was superb. She was hardly down from one orgasm when her body was already writhing with the next.

"I'm… going to... Ooooh… kick your… Haa… oo… aaaa… balls…" Betty panted between waves of incredible pleasure.

Darren wasn't even listening. Goddamn it this chick might be old, but she was hot! He'd never been in bed with something like this before.

Betty wanted to fight back, at least she thought she did, but the orgasms were too powerful, and they kept on coming. She hadn't felt this way since 1972. No, 1972 was nothing compared with this. Out of the corner of her eye she could see forms on the TV screen of girls hitting guys where it hurts. This was like a dream. The next orgasm was so hard that she felt she was blacking out. Her whole body was shaking; she could take no more of this. Why wouldn't he cum? Gathering all her strength, Betty squeezed her vagina tight as hard as she possible could, wrapping her legs right around him. She couldn't afford to black out; this guy had broken into her house. Who knows what he might do to her if she were to fall unconscious. But the feeling was unbelievable. The incessant wriggling of the small body on top of her.

The powerful squeeze on his penis was more than Darren could take. He didn't want to come; this was just too good, and he didn't want it to end now. But his penis was being squeezed so hard inside Betty's warm wet vagina that it was no use - the more he tried not to come, the more futile it became, and in the end the muscle wall behind his testicles just gave way and began to spasm, shooting his full load deep into Betty's vagina. His mouth opened into an, "Urgh!" He experienced one of the most powerful orgasms of his life.

The frantic squirming and wiggling of sex slowly gave way to a feeling of total relaxation, as two sweaty bodies slowly relaxed into one another. The circumstances, the world around them, it all became irrelevant. The self-defense tape was still playing in the background, but nobody was listening. It didn't matter anymore that one was a burglar and the other an older woman, all there was now on the bed were a man and a woman, who had acted out in their own flesh the purpose for which god created two sexes in this world.

Betty was the first to talk. "That was unbelievable," she panted from underneath.

"Yes," agreed Darren, his intentions of rape and robbery replaced with a feeling of utter peace. "You've got an unbelievable body. I've never had sex like that before."

"Your penis," panted Betty, her vagina dripping with warm, sticky fluid. "Your balls. Your sperm. I want you so much."

"Your pussy, your breasts, your legs," responded Darren. "I would marry you."

Everything was so peaceful, so pleasant, Darren would have wanted to lie there forever, but the sex had somehow stimulated his bladder, and he had to urinate.

"Where's the bathroom?" he asked.

"Just down the hall, on the right," answered Betty, rolling out from under him. This was like such a dream; she could hardly believe any of this was really happening.

* * * * *

"Hum, hum, hum, hum," whistled Darren to himself as he relieved himself into Betty's toilet. Holding his still swollen penis in his hand as he peed, Darren thanked god for having given him Willy and the twins. Today they had performed sterling service. It had all been so incredible. It was good to be a man.

WHOP!

It was lights out for Darren.

"Sorry old bean," hissed Redge from behind. "You wanted to steal a plum job for yourself, eh? Forget your boys? We'll deal with you when we're done with the bitch. Boz!"

"I can read your mind, Redge," said Boz, clicking the handcuffs onto the unconscious Darren. "We don't wants him getting' away, does we now? I guess it's our turn to taste some tender pussy."

* * * * *

"Darren is a long time, isn't he?" thought Betty to herself. "It's been five minutes already. I wonder what's keeping him in the bathroom for so long…"

Slowly, her body still shivering from the sex she had just had, Betty rolled out of bed, and slipping on a short frilly nightie walked out of the room to check. Slowly she opened the door to the bathroom, he wasn't there either. Could it be that he had just left her? Like Santa Claus, had he just slipped into the house, given her a present, and then disappeared never to be seen again? Stranger thoughts yet floated through Betty's mind, as she was an old-fashioned kind of person. Maybe he had been an elf, who, seeing her sexual desire from the land of the faeries, had…

Strong hands suddenly seized Betty in a bear hug from behind. It was Boz. Waiting patiently in the shadows, he had found his perfect moment, catching the older woman completely off guard.

"NO!" screamed Betty, realizing she was being attacked. "I WON'T LET YOU!" She had to stop him; she wouldn't allow herself to be raped. She had to attack backwards. She tried to find his face with a backwards head slam, but she failed. His testicles, she had to get at his testicles. Screaming with all her might, Betty tried to wiggle her hands which were pinned by her sides backwards, feeling for his nads. Even his penis was okay. If she could get it she would just pull and pull.

Boz understood what she was up to, and tightened his grip. This woman might be old, but goddamn it she was struggling hard. If she could get his testicles in her hands it would be the end. Boz suddenly felt vulnerable.

Realizing that she was getting nowhere, Betty struggled even more desperately. Scenes from the video she had just watched flashed through her mind. "Remember that even a light blow to a man's pain centre will immobilize him completely. Never underestimate how much it hurts a man to be hit there. It doesn't matter how you hit them, once you've hurt him, be sure not to let up. Hit, squeeze, or twist his testicles until he dies." Mustering up all her strength, Betty bent forward, lifting Boz's feet off the floor. Her first thought had been to somehow throw him over her shoulder and then dive down at his crotch, but when that didn't work, she charged backwards, ramming him into the wall, her desk, the edges of her cabinet. He was bent forwards leaving his balls undefended from a blow from behind. Anything she could ram him backwards against, if she could ram it into the right place.

Wham! Wham! The corner of the desk-table in the corner smashed first into Boz's upper thigh, then into the tender point between his legs and buttocks, right near the place his balls were vulnerably dangling. It hurt like hell, and would probably bruise badly too. He had thought he had her- but she just wasn't giving up, and he couldn't believe how vulnerable his balls were making him as he was trying to stop her from getting free. He kicked backwards hard, pushing the table out of the way, but almost allowing her to slip out of his grip as she bent forwards all the way. One more inch and he felt he would lose his grip, sliding over her back and landing on the floor. In an attempt to regain his footing, Boz released his bear hug, trying to get his feet back onto the ground. He had to control her- and he had to stop her screaming, before one of the neighbors called 911.

As Boz released his grip, Betty was able to use her arms again. She needed a weapon - there were some scissors on the dressing table. She charged for them, but Boz was right behind her, seizing her again as she reached the table. One arm wrapped around her slender middle, as the other grabbed the wrist of the arm reaching for the scissors. Betty was almost there. She touched the scissor handles, but her arm was violently turned away as Boz, lifting her feet off the ground, swung Betty 90 degrees to one side. The dressing table came crashing to the ground and with it the scissors.

"I've got you at last," panted Boz, clamping his hand over her throat to stop the screams. Goddamn bitch, she had tried to kill him. She deserved to be strangled.

Betty's thoughts got more and more desperate. No, this could not be happening. She could not breathe. She would die. She couldn't even scream for help. She began flailing around for all she was worth. She suddenly felt something soft against the back of her heel.

“Aaaaaargh!” A man's scream filled the room. The grip on Betty's neck was released, and her feet landed back on the floor. In an instant she realized what had happened- during her desperate flailing, she had for some reason been cycling in the air with her feet. Her mind had not been functioning clearly, but some primal female defensive instinct had taken over.

Betty didn't even bother rearranging her nightie, which had been hiked up almost up to her breasts by Boz's lifting motion. The only words that flashed into her mind were from the cassette "once you've hurt him, be sure not to let up." Boz's hands hadn't even had time to come down to cover his hurting crotch yet when Betty ploughed into him full force, smashing him backwards hard into the wall. She had him in a firm forward bear hug, and this time she wasn't going to let go. Forcing her head right into him to avoid counter-attack, she squeezed his rib-cage as hard as she could, making it hard for him to breath. One good shot and it would all be over. Betty violently pulled Boz to one side, forcing him to open his legs in order to keep his balance. She rammed the upper half of her slightly chubby female thigh it there as hard as it would go.

Boz screamed out in pain. Whack, whack, whack, whack! Over and over again she kicked him, squeezing herself into him as hard as she could in order to keep his body under control. With her squeezed into him like this, he could not bring his hands down to shield his balls, or even fall to the ground to somehow protect his nads. Her thigh came in again and again until he stopped struggling.

True SD Story

By Nancy

Found this true story on a self defense forum for sharing success stories - legend

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Hi everyone.

Here's our story.

This incident happened in July 1993. I've noticed that most of the stories posted here involve stranger on stranger types of attacks. In contrast, my story is a typical family violence incident. For that reason, I have love in my heart for everyone involved and there are no bad people here and I'd feel sad if any of them were ever hurt. This is just something that happened one evening and has since been forgotten. There are no lingering resentments and we all get along fine now. Also understand, because I was working when this incident happened, I will be telling this story as it was told to me by my husband, my younger sisters Colette and Lynn, and by the doctors who I spoke to afterwards. My story isn't exactly a self-defense success story in the sense that Jenny's story is. However, we did have a heroine of sorts – my middle sister Colette. Although, for my husband and I, you could say that this was our first lesson in self-defense.

During the summer of 1993 Colette needed a place to stay for several weeks until her new apartment would be ready for her to move into; so my husband and I invited her to stay with us. It was early on a Saturday evening and Colette and my husband were in the living room watching television. My husband had been drinking scotch and water that evening as he sometimes does on the weekends; and his drunkenness only made the situation worse. Suddenly and without warning, my youngest sister Lynn came storming in through the back door without even knocking. She was shouting at the top of her lungs, "WHERE IS THAT LITTLE BITCH!!! I'LL KILL HER!!!

The next thing my husband knew, Lynn was pulling Colette by the hair and was punching and kicking her as hard as she could – right in our own living room! Lynn is much bigger and stronger and Colette never really had a chance. Meanwhile, my husband, who's just a "big teddy bear" to begin with, was in a half-drunken stupor and he just sat there, momentarily frozen, and watching in stunned disbelief as Lynn kept right on punching and kicking with Colette desperately trying to escape……….

The thing that my husband didn't realize, and the thing that brought about this violent incident between two close knit sisters was the fact that Lynn had just found out that Colette had been having a fling with her live-in boyfriend. Understandably, Lynn was pretty mad about it. In fact, she was absolutely livid!

As they struggled, Lynn pushed Colette back into our wooden living room table. They both fell backwards and went crashing down together right on top of the table -- and collapsing all four table legs. At this point my husband finally realized that it was time for him to actually step in and do something to break up the fight. The situation had reached the point where either Colette was really going to get hurt or else our expensive stereo and TV equipment would be ruined.

My husband then went over and lifted Lynn off of Colette, but when he did Lynn kept right on struggling and fighting with him trying to get back at her. My husband had never been in a situation like this before. He'd never had to break up a fight before in his life and he was totally clueless about how to go about restraining someone as strong as Lynn is without hurting her. The more Lynn struggled, the more force my husband needed to use in order to control her. My husband was able to push Lynn out of the living room and into the hallway leading to the bedrooms. He was trying to keep her as far away from Colette as possible. Nevertheless, Lynn did a terrible thing to my husband. As they were struggling in the hallway, she kneed him as hard as she could -- right in the groin.

Lynn told me later that when she kneed him he just screamed and then fell to the floor. She said, "One moment he was standing, the next moment he was just down." My husband would never actually hit any women, but he did tell me later that he wishes that he'dpunched Lynn in the stomach right from the get-go. I can't say that I blame him for feeling that way either. As far as I'm concerned, I'm just glad that I wasn't there to see it happen. The next morning one of my husband's doctors would jokingly refer to this little fiasco as being simply "That kick".

The struggle between Lynn and my husband only lasted a few seconds, but it gave Colette enough time for her to run too the kitchen where she grabbed a steak knife. Colette was totally freaking out by this time and upon seeing the sorry condition that Lynn had put my husband in, she just pointed the knife at Lynn and screamed at her, "GET OUT!!! GET OUT NOW OR I'LL USE IT!!!"………Colette was dead serious and Lynn was well aware of it.

Colette chased Lynn right out of our apartment with the knife in her hand. So it was Colette's quick thinking that actually ended the ruckus. Thank goodness for kitchen utensils!

When Colette was sure that Lynn had left the building she then went back inside to check up on my husband. He was standing up under his own power by this time, but he was still in unbearable pain. In fact he would stay in that condition for the better part of the next two weeks. It was obvious to both of them that he needed medical attention so Colette drove him straight too the ER. Lynn had nearly castrated him!

The strangest thing about this whole incident was the fact that Colette actually escaped with only a few minor scratches and bruises while, on the other hand, my husband needed to be rushed to the hospital with Colette doing the driving. Somehow I don't think that Lynn ever imagined that things would turn out quite like they actually did…..

Colette called me at work from the hospital and told me about everything that had happened. My shift hadn't ended yet, and on a Saturday night it was impossible to get someone to cover for me. By the time I finally arrived at the hospital my husband had already been admitted for testing. When the doctors learned that I was waiting in the lobby one of them came out and told me that they were pretty sure that my husband had a ruptured testicle and that he'd need an immediate operation to have it removed. He also said that they needed to run more tests first just to be sure of their findings. Fortunately though, throughout the night and into the next morning, all of the tests came back negative and the only thing that was actually wrong with my husband was that he just had allot of internal bleeding and swelling in his scrotum. Luckily Lynn had only ruptured several large blood vessels in his groin, but his testicles were never ruptured. And we were also lucky that the swelling in his groin wasn't blocking off his urinary track and preventing him from urinating. The doctors told us that urinary obstruction is a possible complication with these types of injuries and that it requires several days of treatment in a hospital.

Thankfully, the operation was called off. My husband was sent home the following afternoon with an ice pack and a prescription for painkillers and another prescription for a drug to prevent the injury from becoming infected. However, one doctor did say that they couldn't make any promises about my husband's fertility. Right before my husband and I left the hospital, the same doctor told me that he was "very--very lucky".

Internal infection was our biggest worry at this point and it was still a very serious concern. The doctors told us that if an infection ever developed that it could be a very serious complication and that it could even result in my husband needing an operation to have one, or both, of his testicles removed. Thankfully, that never happened. Because my husband works on his feet all day, the doctors advised him to take two weeks off from his job and to stay in bed as much as possible. They also told him that his injury would take six weeks in order to heal completely. I think that this was the only time in his life that my husband has ever actually followed a doctor's advice. That was a very scary time for the both of us……..

Naturally, Lynn's explanation for why she found it necessary to knee my husband in the groin would have actually been comical if it weren't for the fact that it was so scary.

"I don't have balls so I didn't know that this would happen!? I'm sorry!"

As far as she was concerned this was just another technique that she had learned – or should I say, "perfected" – in a self-defense class. However, she really didn't know that there's a big difference between kicking a guy in the shins as opposed to slamming her knee into his groin! Pathetic! Who's teaching these classes anyway? Thank goodness that she at least had enough sense to stay away from his eyes and throat…….

Anyway, my husband's injury healed just as the doctors hoped that it would, so he's okay physically. The only lasting effect from the injury is a cyst that developed on one of his testicles as the injury was healing. That cyst can be quite painful for him in the hot months. Lynn also gave my husband's ego a bruise that took much longer to heal. Months and months after the injury happened; for some reason, he was worried that he might still lose a testicle or something. My husband finally mentioned his concerns to our family physician, but the doctor said that he was fine but he recommended that he get counseling for post traumatic stress syndrome. He never did though. Unfortunately, "That Kick" was a very upsetting thing for my husband to have to go through; and it was totally unnecessary……..

Someone in this club had asked if anyone knew the effects that a kick in the groin can have on a guy. Well, here you have it. I hope that this answers your question?

An ironic sidebar to this terrible incident is that several years later Lynn finally was married to a guy who she only knew for a few months. The marriage didn't last long though. The guy that she married was a bodybuilder and, I think, a steroid junkie also. Anyway, the guy started beating her early in the marriage, and for her own safety, she had to leave. One time I asked her, "Why didn't you use your self-defense on him like you did to my husband?" Just like I suspected, she didn't have an answer for me.

In 1996 I took six months of Kempo Karate in a very reputable school. From the very beginning we were being shown strikes directed at all of the vulnerable arias. However, the thing that nobody stopped to tell us about was the different kinds of injuries that we could cause if we actually used these techniques. In effect, the school was sending trained killers out on the street, and without giving them a full understanding of their capabilities. In fact, most of the self-defense literature that I've read is even more irresponsible! These idiots just skip right over the fact that we live in a society governed by the law of the state -- and not the law of the jungle! In light of my own experiences, I can understand why Lynn might have done the thing that she did to my husband. Nobody bothered to educate her………

The Lesson

By mulation

Okay... this is my first story, so you'll have to excuse any crappiness…

Jim was a stud and he knew it. He was the captain of the varsity football team at his high school and it certainly showed. He would always flaunt his muscular body around with tight-fitting shirts and pants that would show off the bulge of his prominent manhood. The girls would all swoon when he swaggered by in that special way of his.

All of them, that is, except for one. The one girl that Jim wanted more than any of the sluts he could get a dime a dozen. Her name was Kimi. Kimi was the captain of the cheerleading squad. She was Asian-American, and had inherited the best of races. She was tall with long, shapely legs and the kind of breasts most guys jacked off to in the magazines. She also had an exotic look that just drove Jim crazy. But despite his best efforts, Kimi ignored him for the most part.

One day, while the football team and cheerleading squad were out practicing on the field, Jim decided to try and get Kimi's attention. He "accidentally" threw the ball out to the track around the field, where the cheerleaders were practicing their routines. Kimi, who had noticed Jim's previously attempted advances as well, decided that enough was enough. She picked up the ball, and walked over to Jim, a seductive smile on her face.

When she reached him, she swung the ball underhand between his legs stopping an inch away from the young man's crotch. He yelped in surprise, and jumped back, prompting bursts of laughter from both teams, who had seen the entire thing.

"What's the matter, little boy?" Kimi asked mockingly. "Afraid that the big bad cheerleader might hurt you in your little ballsie-wallsies?"

At this Jim straightened up and puffed out his chest. "In your dreams," he replied. "I ain't afraid of anything, especially not a little girl like you!"

At this he pushed her and laughed as Kimi fell to the ground. The football players laughed at how easily Jim had put Kimi in her place. Jim, who was ultimately the gentleman, however, offered a hand to help Kimi up. She gave him her best smile as she took his hand, but the smile soon turned into an angry scowl and, before anyone could make out what had happened, it was Jim who was on the ground and Kimi who was standing over him laughing.

Jim was really angry now. He got up and put up his fists, ready to teach this puny girl a lesson, no matter how hot she was. Kimi merely stood there, shaking her finger at him while saying, "Tut, tut, tut. You should know that fighting's bad. But okay, I'll take you on," she said. Seeing that he was preparing to strike, she added, "However, I think both our teams still need to practice, don't they? So how about tomorrow after school in the gym? I'll have one of my girls see you tomorrow to tell you the rules." And with that she and the rest of her team walked away to continue their practice.

The next day, one of the younger cheerleaders, whom Jim recognized as a girl named Jenny, approached him as he was entering the cafeteria for lunch.

"Ok, Kimi said to tell you the rules. There are going to be three bouts: One boxing match, one wrestling match, and one free-fighting match. There are no holds barred, but there are a couple of ground rules you need to familiarize yourself with. First of all, matches are to be fought in the nude. Second, there is to be no kicking or wrestling holds in the boxing match, and no blows at all in the wrestling match. The free-fighting match can be fought any way you choose. Whoever wins at least two of the matches will be declared the winner. The loser will have to be the winner's slave for a week. The first fight will begin at 3:10 in the gym, and the next fight will be held the following week at the same place and time, followed by the final fight the week after that. Good luck... I think you're going to need it," she said.

It was 3:00 and Jim walked into the gym with his signature swagger. He strutted his way to the locker room, stripped off his tight clothes and donned a robe that he would wear until the fight. The thought of him fighting Kimi, the girl of his dreams, with the both of them naked and with no rules keeping him from doing what he wished with her brought him to a raging hard-on that poked out through his robes. The very thought of his hands on that body got him so turned on he started stroking himself. He was almost at the brink of orgasm when Jenny came in to check up on him, denying him the release that he craved so badly. Oh well, he thought, he would be able to do whatever he wished with Kimi for a week after he had taught her a lesson. That would certainly make up for this interruption now, he said to himself.

When Jim stepped out of the locker room, Kimi was already in the ring wearing nothing but her gloves, shadow-boxing. Jim climbed into the ring as well, and took off his robe and had the girl help him with his gloves.

"Are you ready to lose?" he taunted.

"I don't lose," Kimi replied.

After this short exchange, the bell rung, signifying the beginning of the first round. Kimi was lightly jumping back and forth, obviously waiting for Jim to make the first move. But he didn't… or couldn't. He was hypnotized by Kimi's enormous breasts swinging up and down, side to side. Kimi realized the effect she was having on Jim, and pointed this out to him.

"So you like these?" she asked, cupping them in her gloves.

Jim snapped out of his fantasy world and tried to get his mind back on the fight. They danced in and out of each others' range, feeling each other out. Jim, however, was obviously still thinking about Kimi's naked body, as he had a humongous erection. Kimi put on an evil grin as she saw his cock rise. It was time to strike.

With surprising speed and grace, Kimi had dashed in, ducked under Jim's frantically thrown right hook and come up with an uppercut to his balls! But fortunately for Jim, Kimi hadn't thrown her full weight into the punch, aiming only to reveal his male weakness to him. Jim, however, had other things on his mind.

As soon as Kimi's gloved fist had come into contact with his testicles, his whole body had been on fire. He had been hit a couple times in the groin during football practice, but he had had a cup on to absorb the impact, and had only felt a fraction of the pain an actual blow could do. He dropped to one knee as he grimaced in pain.

"That was an illegal punch!" he protested.

"There are no holds barred, remember?" she replied sweetly.

"I'll get you for that cheap shot, you little bitch," he said through clenched teeth.

"Ohhhhhh," Kimi said sarcastically, "did the poor little cheerleader hurt the big dumb jock's balls?"

Jim said nothing and instead concentrated on getting back to his feet and staying there. As he rose to his feet, however, Kimi had managed to throw a couple more punches into his face and stomach, softening him up some more. Jim was now afraid to suffer yet another punch to his balls, and so had one gloved hand protecting his family jewels, leaving him unable to fight at his full potential. Kimi, realizing this, had used his vulnerability to her advantage, feinting attacks to his groin and then striking him somewhere else.

As the match proceeded, Jim began to tire visibly. His movements were more sluggish, and he was bleeding out one side of his mouth. Kimi, on the other hand, still looked as fresh and energetic as when she had started the fight. It was the classic tale of a smaller, faster fighter slowly chipping away at a much larger and stronger opponent. Although Jim, at the beginning of the fight, could have laid Kimi out for the count with just one powerful punch, he no longer had the strength to do so. But the match continued.

Finally, when it appeared that Jim was no longer able to continue with the fight, Kimi decided it was time to put the football jock in his place. She moved in for the kill with a quick jab to the chin, followed by a left hook into his flank. She then followed with a much slower feint to Jim's face, attempting him to get his hands away from protecting his balls.

Jim fell for the trick hook, line, and sinker. As he moved his hands to stop his face from being smashed in, Kimi dropped towards the ground and delivered a devastating uppercut to Jim's testicles, this time with all the force she could muster.

The effect on Jim was instantaneous. His jaw dropped and he was in far too much pain to even scream or even breathe. Instead he crumpled, rolling around on the ground in a fetal position, muttering something that sounded vaguely like, "my balls... my balls..." He was definitely out for the ten count and Jenny raised Kimi's hand in victory. Round one had gone to Kimi.

Jennifer's Dream Come True (part one)

By mstewa1

This is my first post so feedback welcomed!! If response is good sequels will be written.

Jennifer was waiting for her lousy hubby to get back. She had found out earlier that day he had been cheating and she was waiting for revenge. She sat on the sofa in her new shiny black platform thigh boots with a six inch heel, her leather mini skirt, leather gloves and leather corset. She wasn't waiting long as Jason strolled in the house five minutes later. He walked into the room and was shocked by what his wife was wearing. He had a funny feeling that that night he wasn't going to like what she was going to do. He tried to act cool and asked how she was but as soon as she mentioned his mistresses name Julia he knew the game was up. He was about to explain himself when she demanded that he strip naked and lay down on the floor with his legs spread. He argued but a swift kick to his balls took the wind out of him and he complied.

He laid on the ground naked and began to whimper as he knew he was going to have a whole new experience.

Jennifer wasted no time and stood over him with her platform boot just over his balls. She stamped on them and swashed them in upon contact and held her boot on him as Jason tried to use all of his withering strength to lift her boot off him. But with his wife standing at 6 foot, 2 inches tall and physically strong legs he had no chance. Upon seeing her husband try to fend her off she took some rope and tied his hands to the table to prevent this happening again. She then stood over him again and proceeded to do the same and stamp on his balls swashing them again. She was beginning to enjoy herself and was getting excited over what power she had over him. Jennifer then began to kick Jason repeatedly into his balls using more force every time Jason yelling as the pain intensified in his unprotected sac.

After about 50 kicks Jennifer stopped and untied Jason telling him to kneel with his legs spread so the onslaught could continue. He complied and again she kicked him with more force than before leaving a echo of whimpering from Jason to sound the room. Enjoying herself, Jennifer stopped after 50 again and inspected the damage with her leather glove working her way over his balls with her index finger. She began to rub the bottom of his dick and worked her way up. Jason always admired her magic fingers and before long he was fully erect. Jennifer saw this as an opportunity to squeeze his sack together, once again leaving Jason to cry in pain.

Jennifer had a brainstorm at this point and tied Jason back up again to prevent him recovering fully and proceeded to get her phone and dial in Julia's number. As soon as Jason knew who was on the end of the line he knew he was in trouble...

To be continued...

The Shoe Store Clerk

By MsBoots69

While working during X-mas vacation at a mall in Denver while I was in college, I took a part time job at a shoe store called "The Freaky Pair" which specialized in hard to find HIGH heels and all up to date "fashionable" shoes.

I worked from 10am until 9:30pm one day and dealt with over 150 totally complete assholes {customers} that demanded everything and really had me in a really pissy mood!!!!

While I was locking up and doing inventory a security guard walked up behind me and asked me if I needed a hand? BIG MISTAKE!!!!! Besides the fact he was a fat obnoxious pimply young kid, he grabbed MY ASS which you do not do without me wanting me to!!!!!

Well somehow I kept my composure and said "sure" and told him to come in back and we well have a few "KICKS" together...

I led him into the stockroom and told him to wait by the curtain while I used the bathroom. Which was really time for me to get and slip on a pair of size 7 1/2 red pumps that laced up the front and had long strings that wrapped around my ankles and legs and tied in a big bow just below my knee, with a nice 4 1/2 inch heel that was very wide at the top but tapered smaller than a #2 pencil at the bottom!!

I snuck up behind the kid and he was just standing there leaning over a small counter and I hauled off and kicked him as hard as I possibly could, all he could do was stand there in shock and lean over the table more opening up his crotch even more and again I let him have a perfectly placed red toed shoe in his balls!!! This time he fell to the ground on his backs screaming STOP PLEASE, but all the days frustrations only made me deaf and all I did was change my shoes into a pair of brown suede boots with a thick chunky heel and then I stomped him so hard he sat up and I seen him crying, not moving, just holding my ankle while my boot heel was grinding into his balls and all he could do was cry!!!

I wanted to try on all the shoes and see which ones were the best on this kid but I thought he had enough and helped him out of the store and leaned him up on the banister by the steps and held his head up so he could look me eye to eye and rammed my knee into his beaten nuts for one for the road, he fell so hard to the floor and balled up like a little baby!!!! Oh well!!!!

I went back into the store to lock up and looked at all the shoes I could of used as weapons and really CRUSHED the kid, and just smiled and walked by him still balled up on the floor and told him how lucky he really was I was a nice girl!!!!!!

The Mary Avon Lady

By MsBoots69

It was in late November in Seattle and I was rushing door to door to get all the X-mas orders in I could by the deadline. All I kept thinking about was I need to stop this b.s.!! I'm going to be 40 next March and this door-to-door stuff is getting old. Even though I was weathering the old age looks thing really well, thanks to all my products and five days a week at the gym, I need to get myself a office job. The make-up kits felt like they weighed 100 pounds today. The houses seemed like they were a mile apart and these high heeled boots were killing my feet but appearance is EVERYTHING in my business!!

I finally made it up this long driveway and sat down my bags, straightened up my long trench coat and wipe d the spots off my patent leather boots all the way up to my calves where they stopped. It was then I noticed a scuff I made on the 3 1/2 inch heel on these steps which really pissed me off. I just spent $200 for these boots!!

When the door opened a big guy in normal farmer gear, the coveralls and baseball hat, smiled with both his teeth at me, and asked me, "What can I do for you sugar?"

"SUGAR?" I shook it off and asked him if I could speak to the woman of the house please.

He smiled again and said, "Sure," and invited me in.

I knew right away there was no way a woman of the house lived here. There were too many empty beer cans and dirty dishes everywhere!! This big guy yelled out, "Hey Jethro, this here little gal is looking for the woman of the house," and laughed out loud.

Well Jethro called out, "I be right there Bubba," and in walked in his double, right down to the bibs and hat.

I shook my head and said I have GOT to get out of this business!! I was just taking off my trench coat when they were both eyeing me up and down. I had on a short red skirt that hugged my old but very firm butt with a matching blazer with a silk thin white blouse under it, business but attractive. Like I said, appearance is everything!

Well just then Bubba walked up behind me and grabbed both my ass cheeks with both hands and started to squeeze and laugh. And here comes Jethro. I snap kicked him so fast and hard I think I paralyzed him and I instantly came down and stomped my spike heel into the top of Bubba's foot causing him to scream louder than Jethro!! I then spun around and rammed my knee into Bubba's nut sack causing him to double over, giving me time to turn and snap kick Jethro again keeping him immobile!!

Bubba was starting to stand straight and I took three big strides and buried my boot toe-deep into his crotch, lifting him off the ground and quickly dropping him and Jethro must have came to because here came the big hick. I easily side-stepped his rush and bent down and punched his jewels as he ran by causing him to stop and double over. I then KICKED the hell out of his balls with three hard full power boot full from behind - down he went!! Bubba was lying on the ground crying and I ran and football kicked off his crotch as hard as I could causing him to sit up then I continued with a roundhouse to the side of his head knocking him out cold!! Back to Jethro, he was still down so I walked to him and held up his right leg and kicked him six times over and over right into his balls and knocked him out with a snap kick in the middle of his big forehead!!

There this over-the-hill woman stood in the middle of this pigsty with these two out cold, so I smiled and got my makeup kit and painted their faces with the brightest colors I had. They really looked like clowns now! I added up all the makeup I used on them, wrote out a fake receipt, took the cash owed out of Bubba's wallet, walked down to his crotch and put the receipt on his balls and lifted my knee to my face and stomped down with the spike heel landing right on his left nut!!!!

He didn't even wake up, and probably wished he hadn't when he does!!! I looked at my boots and saw that damn scuff and walked to Jethro and stomped his balls the exact same way as Bubba and he didn't move either!!! I then took $25 out of his wallet and left him a note that I took the money to have the boot scuff I got while stomping on your balls repaired!!

I gathered up my kits, put on my trench coat and straightened it up and headed out to the house next door and said to myself, "I have got to get out of this business!!!!!!!!!!!!!"

The Mad Driver

By MsBoots69

I woke up late for work and was having a bad day. It was a normal crappy Monday morning and nothing was going right!! There was no coffee, no shaving cream and I stepped in a pile of puppy droppings barefoot!!!

I get through that and the I can not find my car keys, I tear up the house looking for them and finally find them and run out of the house only to trip over a bag of garbage my lazy son left on the porch that he was suppose to take out last night!

I finally hit the road and I get to my first stoplight and a black T-Bird with smoked windows is just sitting there after the light turns green. I back up to go around but the car takes off like a bat out of hell!!! I get to the next light and the same T-Bird does the same thing. I am starting to get pissed but the car takes off and pulls into a 7-11. I keep going and after a while I go to turn left and this black T-Bird flies past me and whips into the left turn lane making me slam on my brakes to just avoid rear-ending this asshole!!! He then takes off and this guy seems like he is destined to make himself a pain in the ass along my whole route!! Finally he cuts me off again and pulls into a mini-mall parking lot and by now I was really pissed and decide I need to kick this guy’s ass!!!!!

I whip in behind this guy and block him in and I get out ready to kick his ass and I started by kicking in his rear quarterpanel!!! Well finally the door opens and out comes a dark blue pump with two ankle straps with studs buckled around a really dark tanned leg followed by the other leg!!!! Both attached to the most beautiful petite blonde with spiked hair wearing a matching blue skintight sundress with mirrored sunglasses and tons of jewelry!!!

Before I could close my wide opened jaw she kicked me so hard in the balls I couldn't believe it came from that little babe!!! I was doubling over from that kick as she pushed up my head and blasted me with three knees that I swore came from a 300 pound man!!! I went down instantly!!!!! She then walked up and kicked my with her pointy toe of those pumps again forcing me to close my legs around her foot making it hurt even more. She would then take her foot out and stomp her stiletto heel right into my balls causing me to open my legs again!!!! After four or five rounds of this back and forth torture she finally took a deep breath and kicked me so hard with those pumps again I must have slid back two feet and I though I was blacking out!!!

As she was walking away all I could do was watch her cute ass in that tight dress and her long high heels tapering away when she reached into her purse and pulled out a set of keys and unlocked a door and turned to look at me and flashed the most evil smile at me while I laid there unable to get up and wondering if I would ever get a hard on again!!! As she went inside and I was fading in and out of consciousness I read the sign on the door - Welcome to Miss Diamonds Dojo… The Self Defense Specialist!

I was having a really crappy day!!!!!!!!!!!

The Hypnotist

By MsBoots69

I was alone last Friday night and thought I would go to the local riverboat casino and try my luck on a little blackjack. I got to the boat at 10 p.m. for the 10:30 cruise and it was already sold out. I never have any luck... So I went to one of the lounges to wait for the next cruise and had a few rum and cokes to pass the time when she asked me if she could sit down at my table with me!!!!!!!!

I looked up and saw the most beautiful woman I have ever seen; she was tall, slender and really built like a brick shithouse!!! She had long reddish curly hair and had to be six feet tall. She was wearing a short tight dark green leather skirt with a white sweater that was short sleeved with buttons up the front that showed off her perfect breasts, she also had on a waist length black coat and the most dangerous looking pair of black ankle boots I had ever seen, they had a four inch metal heel with a matching silver toe tip and the laces were wrapped tight along the top around a buckle around the ankle and I don't think I have a shoe fetish but I couldn't take my eyes off her legs or those shoes!!!!

We had three or four drinks together and I was buzzed and told her I would rather take my chances gambling with a chance at her than on the boat now!!! She smiled and said she had a idea!!! She picked up my hand and led me out of the bar to her hotel room, and told me she had a bet in mind! When we got to her room she made me another drink and proposed her bet. She bet me she could hypnotize me and make me feel like I have NEVER felt like before!!!! She said we would both put up 500 dollars and the winner got all the money and the loser would be a slave to the other for one hour!!!!!!!!!

So that seemed simple enough, and I would have a fun time either way, so I agreed and we started. She moved all the furniture out of the way and had me stand in the middle of the room with my hands on my hips and took off her gold necklace and started waving the heart shaped pendant in front of my eyes and was talking to me with a very whisper!!!!!!!!!!

The next thing I remembered was waking up on the floor in the middle of the room and feeling perfectly normal except for the fact I was 500 dollars short and I had a video tape laying on my chest with a note saying to enjoy the room for the rest of the night and to have a drink because I was going to need it really bad!!!!!!!!!!

So I went to the TV and put the tape into the VCR and made a huge drink and hit play. There was this beautiful redhead talking to me and I was still feeling kinda under trance but could not explain it. She said this was going to hurt her more than me but watch and enjoy the show. I was standing in the room all alone when she walked in wearing a latex mini-dress and those same hot boots!!!!!!! I didn't know what was going on but she looked amazing!!!!!!!!!!!!! She walked up to me and put her arms around my neck and kissed me on the throat and then smiled and blasted me in the nuts with the hardest knee I ever saw, and it was on ME!!!!

I didn’t even budge and I felt like I was in the twilight zone, watching her knee me in the balls that hard and I couldn't even move or feel it???? She then backed up and kicked my balls dead-on in those boots!!! Not one or two times but it musta been 30 or 40 times. Each time harder and harder and the whole damn time I am not even moving or acting like I feel anything????????

She finally stops kicking me and looks at the camera and says, “You will never forget this image and you will cringe every time you even hear the tap of a spike heel but here it comes,” and she steps back and runs up to me and kicks me so hard in the crotch. I am sitting there watching her lift me up to my tiptoes with the force of that kick but I do not move or fall or even feel the damn thing!!!!!!!!!!!! She then lays me down on my back and lifts her leg up and slams down that metal spike heel into my balls and I still am not moving or even act like I feel it??? She musta stomped that heel into my balls 10 or 15 times until she tired herself!!!

She then kisses me on the cheek and "I bet I would make me feel like you have never felt before but I felt normal???????????

As she was leaving she stepped in front of the camera and told me this, “You need to keep this tape and anytime you doubt the power of a woman you need to watch this and remember who is in charge!!!!!!!!!”

“AND BY THE WAY... IF YOU ARE WONDERING IF THIS REAL OR WHY YOU ARE NOT FEELING ANY OF THE EVIL BALLBUSTING YOU JUST WATCHED YOURSELF RECEIVE, IT’S BECAUSE IT IS ALSO PART OF THE HYPNOTISM. WHEN I STOMP MY HEEL ON THE FLOOR WHILE YOU ARE WATCHING THIS YOU ARE GOING TO FEEL EVERY PAIN AND KNEE AND KICK YOU COULD EVER IMAGINE POSSIBLE TO FEEL WITHOUT DYING!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! AND I GUARANTEE YOU WILL KNOW YOU LOST THIS BET FAIR AND SQUARE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

And with that she lifted up her leg and all I could do was beg and scream to the TV, “NOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!” AND AS SHE STOMPED THAT METAL HEEL INTO THE FLOOR I STARTED TO VOMIT AND SCREAM AND BALL UP ON THE FLOOR FOR THE NEXT FEW HOURS UNTIL I COULD EVEN SIT UP AND HOPE THIS WAS JUST A BAD NIGHTMARE BUT I STILL HAD THE VCR REMOTE IN MY HAND AND MY BALLS WERE THROBBING UNCONTROLABLY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!