He left his balls in Rome (well, almost)

[Brendah Moore]

“Would you like to come to Italy with me for 10 days, Venice and Rome? It’s a business trip, but we could spend time together.”

The question took me so much by surprise that I stopped squeezing Marcel’s balls and just stared at him.

What a stupid question. Of course, I wanted to come. I love Venice and I’d never spent more than a couple of days with him on our own. Ten whole days and nights of sight seeing, shopping, and sex. Not to mention busting.

But then I began to think. I’ve been getting quite vicious lately and been busting him hard. That was OK when I was only seeing him every few days, but I couldn’t expect him to take that sort of treatment every day. I was going to have to be gentle.

And that is what I was. Gentle. He got busted every day but not enough to put him on the floor, let alone incapacitate him.  But after a week, I got frustrated. I started dropping into kitg to see what was happening and who was around. It was during one of those quick chats that I decided our last night would be special, at least for me. And to make it more special I would write it up as a blog. That meant I would have the pleasure three times over. Once as I planned it. Then the night itself. And finally as I wrote it up afterwards.

Marcel isn’t stupid and he noticed a change in me. “You look really happy this morning” he said over breakfast the next morning. I just smiled enigmatically and refined my plans.

Late afternoon on our last day and we were back in the hotel. Hot and sticky, we shared a shower and towelled each other dry. Then I began. Some of you know my weakness for underwear. Well, I had spent half a morning and a small fortune in a lingerie shop in Venice. “Do you want to see what I bought?” I asked him. He did. “I’ll give you a fashion parade and you can chose what I wear this evening.” He liked that idea and watched as I paraded back and forth in my various thongs, strings and panties. He wanted to feel the material and check how well they fitted, but I made him keep his hands to himself and just watch. The hornier he got the better. Finally, he made his choice. A light blue lace string and matching bra. Bless him, he knows that is my favourite colour. He probably didn’t care which one I wore, he didn’t intend me to keep it on for long.

So I dressed for supper. Blue bra and string, stockings, my favourite clingy grey dress and maroon heels. He was in grey trousers and blue shirt. All very co-ordinated you may think, but they were the only clothes he had left that weren’t dirty or creased – I didn’t go with him to do his washing.

I rubbed my hip against his on the way to the lift and pressed myself against him as we went down to the restaurant. During the meal, I kept up a light flirtatious banter and used my foot to tweak his balls under the table cloth. On the way up to our room in the lift, he pressed against me and I could feel his rigid cock pressing into my ass. We had barely shut the door when his hands were on the zip of my dress, but I stopped him.

“You can undress me” I told him, “but you get one bust for every item you take off.” He smiled, and so did I.

Off came my dress and I gave his balls a long squeeze, not too hard but long enough to make him squirm a bit. That left me in my underwear and heels and him still fully clothed, so I stripped off his shirt.

Next off was my bra. With tits as small as mine, it wasn’t doing much good. He managed it without fumbling (why is it that so many guys can’t manage a simple thing like a bra catch?), so I was kind to him and just gave him a quick chop in his balls. Nice shot, dead centre. That made him stagger a bit. While he got over that, I took off his shoes.

As he stood back and looked at me, I told him that I’d count shoes as one item. I’d have preferred to bust him for each shoe, but I just look silly standing around with one on and the other off. So he got away with a kick. Not my usual style, but he was down there by my feet, so a swift kick was much less effort for me. I must have caught him on just one ball, because he gasped in pain and rubbed himself for a bit. I took the opportunity to pull his socks off.

He knelt on the floor to roll the first of my stockings off, but then stood up straight in front of me. I guess he didn’t want to risk another kick. But he was nicely placed to received my knee. That made him double over a bit, but he managed to straighten up right away. He knows knees are my favourite and must have been expecting it. He was breathing hard by now and looking a bit flushed. My second stocking was off in double quick time and my knee went in again, harder than the previous one. That knocked him back onto the bed, where he took the chance to have a breather. While he lay there, I pulled his trousers down.

He stayed on the bed for a while, so I stepped back a little to give him a good view of me naked except for the patch of light blue lace. It was time to issue a challenge. “Do you want to take this off?” I asked as I slid a finger into the top of my string and down into my crotch. He smiled and nodded. “You know you’ve got to pay, don’t you?” He nodded again. “And that it will be worse than anything I’ve done to you before?” He looked a bit nervous at that, but nodded again. “Are you sure you’re man enough for this?” I knew that, as a seasoned buster, he wouldn’t be able to resist a challenge like that, and he was back on his feet and in front of me, his hands slowly easing the string over my fat ass and heavy thighs.

I stepped out of the string, slid my hands under the waist band of his shorts and eased them off. His hands began to rove around my body as I took hold of his cock. It was twitching and oozing precum, so I wiped it away with my thumb. Then I put my other hand round his neck and brought up my knee. I aimed well into his belly so that I would still be accelerating when I made contact. I’m quite short, so I brought myself up on my toes when I let my knee fly and felt the soft warm flesh of his sac as the top of my knee crushed his balls in his pelvis. Marcel was silent for a second or two and then let out a scream of pain. He fell against me and I kept my leg in place, slowly pressing harder. Then I eased him down onto the bed. See how considerate I am; lots of girls would just have let him fall. He curled up for a while and then rolled over onto his stomach cradling his nuts.

Sex was off the agenda after that, so I settled down in a chair to enjoy the show. He wasn’t very vocal at first, just a low continuous sort of moan, but after a while he started to curse and complain. He tried to straighten himself, but each time he quickly doubled over again. The effect of hitting him so hard and seeing his reaction had been near to orgasmic so it wasn’t long before I was fully satisfied.

Some of you will be concerned to know how he is. Well, he eventually crawled into bed and went to sleep. No morning wood the next day and he was very subdued on the plane. It’s now four days later and he’s managed an erection, but he is still sore and bruised.

And me, what about me? I’m aroused just writing this for you, so I need to settle down somewhere quiet.

[Dina]

very romantic

[Lil Suzy]

nice bust story, very romantic for one of you at least.

[Johnny BB Goode]

Brendah, that is an AWESOME story and a very sexy trap you had set for Marcel!  I think that no matter how you planned it, you would have done his balls the same way; good and hard and sore!  Nice work!  I'm sure you enjoyed the sight of watching him squirm in pain for a nice long time.  I bet his balls were sore to the touch for a few days but I'm sure they got better quickly as we get over these things fairly quick, no matter how much of a fuss we make when they first take the hit.  I'm glad you had so much fun on your trip!

[Brendah Moore]

He is now fully functional.

[playfight]

how is he now,any swollen blue balls

 

[playfight]

great story

[Beaten13]

Maybe the hottest story i have ever read. Can' t help imagining me in Marcel's place. God! He's a lucky guy. Thanks Brendah for sharing the story with us.

[Ray]

Thank you Brendah, i loved your story, I think it's so damn sexy that women like yourself enjoy ballbusting more then the men do. Marcel truly is a lucky man to have you in his life.

[JackD]

Great story, thanks for sharing. I'm so jealous of lucky Marcus.

[Need 2 B Kneed]

Ohhhh Brenda....i wish my balls had been on the receiving end of your knee! I dream of a woman busting me like that, letting her knee stay in my balls for some time so the impact really settles, before i slide down her body and curl up at her feet. So hot!