Got a Job, Part 2

[KneeMyNuts]

Night comes, and once everyone in the house was asleep, Stacey snuck out of my bedroom and into the one I was sleeping in. I stayed awake and, when she walked in, I saw that she was wearing a large, oversized t-shirt... and her white heels (Easter heels). I gasped and she giggled before asking "Should we go to your bedroom?" I nod and practically flung myself out of the bed, already beginning to sport an erection. I followed her back to my room and, when she stepped over the threshold, she went from carpet to hardwood in her heels. The sound of her heels on the floor sent chills up my spine and with a shaky hand, I shut the door slowly.

I turned around to face her and before I can say anything, BAM! We'd been dating less than a year and she'd never kicked a guy in the balls before me, but now her aim was just about perfect. I yelped and crumpled to the floor in fetal position. Stacey hissed at me, "Shh! You're going to wake up everyone in the state!" I rolled around, groaning with my eyes squeezed shut, but it sounded like she was covering her mouth, trying not to laugh at me. I heard her heels on the floor as she walked away from me and, when I took a peek, saw her sit in my desk chair and turn to face me.

"Come here, kneel in front of me," she said quietly but sternly. I crawled over, my balls still ringing, and knelt a foot or two in front of her as she crossed her right leg over her left. I sat back on my ankles and stared: damn, she has awesome legs! Stacey scooted forward and extended her top leg so that her shoe could graze my gradually-growing erection through my pajama pants and underwear. She just barely touched me and I couldn't really feel it, but my biological reaction was exactly what she wanted. I was harder than neurosurgery.

"Now that that's out of the way..." she started but tailed off as she moved her foot away from my boner... and slammed it into my already sore balls. As I rolled myself into a ball again, I came to the realization that she made me hard so my flaccidity wouldn't cover my nuts, and thus protect me from her assault. I would have laughed a little if I didn't think I was going to throw up. After a few minutes, I was able to recover without losing the contents of my stomach. Thank goodness her legs were crossed, so she couldn't kick me as hard as she was normally able. I had to stall. I loved when she busted me, but I needed a second or several. I'm not sure if she was kicking me harder than normal, or if my groin was just extra sensitive, but I was in a boatload of pain and one more really good kick would make me yack... or (eek!) pass out.

"Wanna play our little game?" I blurted while simultaneously trying to keep my voice down. When she looked at me quizzically, I continued "You know, the 10 kicks game." Recognition played out on Stacey's face and she slowly grinned. She replied "Are you sure? I'll win after two kicks." As she giggled, I answered "Well, if I can have a few minutes to rest, I'll be ready for you." She took the bait and agreed, sitting back in the chair and bobbing her foot up and down while I just knelt there and watched. My boner didn't go anywhere, she really knew how to tease me.

"Time's up," Stacey said simply as she stood up. As I made my way to my feet, I realized I'd badly miscalculated. Not only was she going to kicking me before I was fully recovered from her other kicks, but now she was going to be kicking me even harder, trying to win our game.

Short aside: if you don't know what "game" I'm talking about, I'll explain. I stand in front of her and she kicks me as hard as she wants. If I go down, have 10 seconds to stand back up and take another, or the game is over. If I can withstand 10 kicks and remain standing (or get back up in 10 seconds after I've been floored), I win; if I can't, she wins.

As if reading my mind, she said "Why don't we do knees instead of kicks? Make it a little more fair." She smirked and winked, and I pretended to be indignant but I was grateful for the modification. Stacey came close and rested her hands on my shoulders, asking "So, if by some chance you win, what do you want?" I didn't even think about it for 3 seconds before I said "For you to go down on me." She rolled her eyes and answered "Of course, I should have known." She flashed a grin and said "I want that too; you go down on me when I win!" And, without checking to see if I was ready, she buried her knee between my legs. I let out a grunt and bent slightly, but I stayed standing, so Stacey kneed me again, harder. I felt the wind get driven from my body and the fire in my groin creeping up to my stomach but, miraculously, I stayed standing. She took a slight step back with her right foot and sent her knee up again, violently slamming it into my balls.

"Shit!" I hissed, grabbing onto her hips and resting my head on her shoulder. Stacey hissed back "You're not allowed to hold on!" I brushed her long jet black hair aside and kissed her neck, whispering "There's no rule against it." She gasped and replied "Oh my god, that's cheating," but made no immediate effort to stop me from kissing her. When she'd had enough of me taking a page out of her rulebook (breaking the unspoken rules of the game) and my obvious stalling, she grabbed my wrists and pulled them away from her body so I couldn't hold on anymore. With excellent timing, she pulled back, dragging me forward, while lifting her knee up in a blur. Her aim and timing were perfect. THUD! Stacey's knee crushed my balls into my pelvis and I went down to the floor. She wasted no time, beginning to count, "1... 2... 3... 4..." Before she reached "5", I struggled back to my feet. She gave me a quick peck on the lips and said "No more holding on, and I won't kick you when you're trying to get back up, deal?" When I nodded yes, she continued "And I want more than just you going down on me when I win." She reached her hand into my boxers and wrapped her warm, soft hand around my cock, and stroked very slowly, finishing by adding "I promised I would crush this, so I want it under my shoe." I answered easily "Okay, that works."

"Good!" Stacey exclaimed, driving her knee into me again, and I collapsed again. She let out a satisfied little sigh and said "There we go, back down again! 1... 2... 3... 4... 5..." She was almost at 8 when I finally found my way back up. She smirked, saying "We're only halfway there, you still have another five to go. Do you want to stop? I'm pretty much going to win anyway." Her little grin grew bigger and I began to wonder if she was just taunting me... or warning me. I worked as much air into my lungs as I could and said "Let's keep going, unless you're afraid of a great comeback." She started to knee me again but instinct took over and my hips jerked back, taking my balls with them to safety. She giggled and then gasped theatrically, then maneuvered me backwards until I was against a wall; now I can't move out of the way. Seeing that I had no escape, Stacey drove her knee up cruelly, slamming into me with her hardest attack of the night. I groaned and immediately went down, cradling my burning balls in my hands while I rocked myself into a ball. She was counting and, when she got to the count of 4, I knew I was NOT getting back up in time. I took one of my hands from my groin and waved to her in surrender. She giggled triumphantly, saying "I win! I'll give you a few minutes before I step on your penis." Gracious for the break, I nodded my understanding as I listened to her heels on the hardwood and heard her sit in the chair again.

After a few minutes, I uncurled myself and took off my pajama pants and underwear, then sat on my floor with my legs spread. Stacey, seeing that she was about to claim her spoils of victory, stood up and sauntered over to me, placing her hands on my shoulders for balance. She was about to step on me but saw that I wasn't... fully inflated anymore, so she nudged me onto my leg with her shoe and then rubbed me with the sole, very gently. Once I'd grown to her liking, she stopped her mini-shoejob, guided me away from my leg, and pinned it to the floor. My erection cracked, like knuckles popping, and Stacey shrieked a little before catching herself, saying "No no, I know that doesn't hurt. But how does this feel?" She added pressure and began to grind roughly, and when I squirmed, she smacked me across the face and stomped on my cock a little; I followed her unspoken command and stopped moving. I watched as she let my erection pulse up toward my stomach before she stomped it back down, over and over, grinding every now and then. It was really starting to hurt but I couldn't stop watching; she was becoming a complete expert. After about 10 or 15 minutes, she stepped off of me and when my boner was up and out of the way, Stacey faked a little kick and I flinched. She giggled again and said "We'll give them a break for the rest of the night. Now... I think you owe me." As she was taking off the thong panties that I didn't know she was wearing, she continued "Lay down on your back," and gestured with her head to my bed. I did as she asked and she climbed in bed with me, moving her way up my body to straddle my head; she positioned herself perfectly over my mouth, so I went to work. I licked and sucked on her and I saw her put her hands on the wall behind my bed. Her moans were muffled as I assume she was trying not to make a lot of noise, but I knew it felt good to her because she gently began to grind her pelvis against my mouth. Now my ego kicked in and wanted to see if I could make her scream against her will, so I grabbed her ass and pulled her tight to me. There would now be no escape for her. I intensified, flicking with my tongue, gripping her ass and I started to feel her shake and heard something that sounded like a squeal as she began to spasm a little. She moved one of her hands from the wall and pushed on my forehead a little, hissing "Oh my god, stop stop stop!" I followed her command and stopped and gave her a self-satisfied grin of my own.

When she came down from her orgasm, she asked "Will you stay with me until I fall asleep?" I barely had time to answer in the affirmative before I heard her snoring. I got up and gently took her shoes off, pulled the covers over her, kissed her cheek, put my boxers back on and went back to the other room.

I'm not sure how long I was in there before I saw the door open slowly. I heard a whisper say "Did you really think you weren't going to get to finish?" Stacey walked into the room and, although it was dark, I could see that she put her heels back on. She sat down on the bed next to me and asked me to stand up. Once I did, she reached out and slipped my underwear down and guided me into her warm mouth. I gasped and felt my heart race as she glided up and down my length, cupping my balls in her hand. When she felt me getting close to orgasm, she pulled me out and said "On your knees, hurry!" I knelt in front of her again and she put her shoe on my chest, gently pushing me to sit on my ankles. Meanwhile, her other shoe had my cock pressed against my body and she began to slide her sole up and down slowly at first. As she began to pick up speed, her saliva was still on me and provided the perfect lubrication; I didn't last very long. I shot onto my belly, legs, and floor and Stacey giggled sweetly, saying "Wow, that was more than in the car!"

After I stopping coming on myself, Stacey removed her foot and gave me a long, lingering, passionate kiss. She said nothing as she walked out the door and shut it behind her. I cleaned myself up, put my boxers back on again, and quickly fell into a very deep sleep.


The End.