Happy New Year

[Brendah Moore]

In my last blog I told you I had found a new guy. We seem to have been together for ages, but it’s only been a month more or less.

Unlike John and Gamba, Marcel isn’t his real name. Those guys are history now, but I don’t want to risk identifying him. He’s in his mid-40s with black hair that is still thick but peppered with some grey. In his right eyebrow there is a single white hair, which I find cute. He’s medium height, which means his balls are within easy reach for me, and he’s developing a paunch. He certainly doesn’t spend his time at the gym or on the squash court, but he has a peach of a butt. His tackle is just average. I know size doesn’t matter, but I was spoilt with Gamba’s kit.

We work in the same company. I know – never mix work and pleasure. But this is different. It’s a big consultancy firm with lots of divisions. He’s the director of a different division working from a different office. He was appointed last autumn and came on a visit to all the other offices. He met the senior managers individually, but I was just part of a group. We only exchanged a few words, but I knew straightaway that I could have him any time I wanted and I was also sure that he could stand, even welcome, some ballbusting. (How do we know these things?) I also knew that I wanted him, desperately. If any of you think that women in their mid-50s don’t get randy, I’m here to tell you how wrong you are.

I’m a great believer in fate, so I knew we would get together sometime and somehow. A phone call or email wouldn’t do. There would have to a chance for physical contact. It was going to be torture to wait, but I knew that was what I had to do. I had it all planned for the office party just before Christmas. The directors do the round of the parties. They stay long enough to show their faces but not long enough to spoil the fun. Well, I didn’t have any fun. Marcel’s flight was delayed by snow and he didn’t make it. (Typical UK – not enough snow to cover a decent size cock and the transport system grinds to a halt.) That left me feeling very frustrated and when I get frustrated I get really irritable.

But like I said I believe in fate. I went back into work between Christmas and New Year to catch up on some paperwork and there coming down the corridor was Marcel. I stopped to chat, discovered that he’d just had a meeting with my director, and invited him to my office for a coffee. I spun it out as long as I could. He didn’t seem in a hurry to leave, but eventually he checked his watch and said that he was sorry but he had to get to another meeting. We were standing by my door and I said I hoped I’d see him again.

“When?” he asked.

“The sooner the better” I said.

“Where?”

I suggested my flat.

“Tomorrow then, at seven” he suggested.

“If you’re sure” I replied.

He asked “Why wouldn’t I be?”

My answer was to grab his balls and squeeze.

“Is that the best you can do?” he asked.

“In this dress, it is” I told him.

He looked down at the skirt of my blue business suit stretched tight across my ample thighs. His eyes lingered. “Then next time you’d better take it off” he said.

The next evening, dead on time, my doorbell rang. I opened the door to find him standing there in his dinner jacket. “You didn’t have to dress” I told him. He explained that he was on his way to a supper party. He hadn’t mentioned that, but I didn’t care. I’d not had sex for 11 months, 4 days and 20 hours, and I’d had to wait 5 weeks and 2 days to get him on my own, so I wasn’t interested in waiting any longer. We stripped and fucked on the sofa. It was more of a relief than a pleasure for me, but that was inevitable after so long. He’d brought his own condoms, which was sweet. There was only time to use one. Afterwards I helped him dress and led him to the door. As I reached up to kiss him, I kneed him in the balls. Not too hard, but enough to rattle his tackle. He lent back against the door, took a few deep breaths and left.

If you’ve read my earlier posts, you may be thinking that I was treating him gently. You’re right. The truth is that I didn’t want to frighten him away. I needed this guy and I wanted to be sure he could take it before I gave him the full treatment. Now I was. Next time I would floor him.

Next time came in early January. He texted in the morning to say he could spend the evening with me and catch the last train back home. Was I free? Yes, I texted back, I’m free all evening.

I put some champagne on ice and spent the afternoon deciding what to wear and how I was going to play it.  After spending a lot of time going through my clothes, I decided that simplicity was best. When he rang, I answered the door in a bra, thong and heels. I’m beginning to sag a bit, but I still looked stunning with the glistening white satin and lace set off against my black flesh. And the heels gave me some useful extra height.

I led him into my sitting room and poured him some champagne. We sat chatting for a while, until I suggested that he might be overdressed. We took our drinks into the bedroom and I stripped him down to his underwear. He was wearing a stretchy, clingy pair of low rise hipsters that held everything neatly in place for some precision busting. The bulge made clear that he was ready. The damp stain left no doubt that he had been looking forward to what was going to happen. I began by gently nudging his balls with my knee, pressing and grinding a bit. First one side, then the other. Then I began knocking them gently. He smiled and moaned softly. Now I slid my knee up the front of his thigh and bounced some glancing blows off the front of each ball, before sliding my knee deep between his legs and banging his balls from behind, pushing them higher each time. He winced a few times, so I knew this was having a cumulative effect. I lowered my knee and brought it up to catch his balls dead centre, each time starting slightly lower and hitting a little bit harder. He wasn’t smiling now and his moans had changed to groans. It was time for the crunch. I rammed the top of my knee into his pelvic bone and felt the crunch. He swayed and gasped. I struck again. He staggered and groaned, but still he didn’t collapse. I wasn’t sure whether to carry on. You need to get to know how much a guy can take. His bulge had subsided and his face looked like he’d had enough, but he was still on his feet. I was bringing my knee up for a third blow when he started to sag. He fell onto my knee and slid to the floor. Success.

All I had to do now was wait for him to recover. I went to refill our glasses. When I came back, he was still lying on the floor. I eased his hipsters off. “You’ll be more comfortable without these” I told him, but I really wanted to see when he was up to it. I helped him onto the bed and gave him a sip of his drink. “Let me know when you’re ready” I told him, “because I’m dripping.” He began talking to me after a few minutes, but it was about 15 minutes before his cock showed any signs of coming to life. I was frantic by that time and just peeled my undies off, lay back and spread my legs. There was nothing subtle about his performance, just fast and frantic. We were both covered in sweat when he finally finished.

As we lay together afterwards, I asked him how he’d discovered the pleasure of ballbusting. He told me that he’d realised he had tough nuts when he was at school. He didn’t feel the same pain as the other boys did, but he pretended that he did to avoid being picked on. When he’d been married a couple of years, he and his wife had a major argument. She got so angry that she kneed him in his nuts. She was surprised when he barely flinched. He was surprised to find that he became aroused. And that’s where is all started for him. 

It was late for New Year, but I’d rung it in on his balls.

 

[shank]

fantastic story

[Ajohn]

what a fantastic woman you are Brendah, I will enjoy chatting to a real woman who enjoys busting our balls

[Tyler McNaughten]

Outstanding story....  Great details.  Very well written.

[balzac]

Excellent story, Brendah - and nicely written. I am very glad you are part of this website!

[James Samuel Hardy]

Hey, I enjoyed your blog.  I friended you if you want.  It's nice to chat with ladies who like to squash the old gonads occasionally

[greg m]

what can i say...your details are awesome...i hope there will be many more stories...as always,im a big fan ...i cant wait to discuss more details with you

[Jonathan Rahn]

Great story Brendah ... thank you SO much for sharing it with us.  I hope you're able to share more of yours and Marcel's exploits together!