Surprise!

Carlos had just settled down into his computer chair and unzipped his pants when suddenly, the doorbell rang. Who could be coming by at this hour?

Grumbling and doing his pants back up, he stalked to the door and tossed it open. Suddenly, quick as a flash, he was on the ground, holding himself and panting.

"What the...?" he squeaked, peeking up. There, in the doorway, stood his girlfriend, Melinda. She looked stunning in her volleyball shorts and sports bra.

"You were supposed to pick me up," she growled, sliding her foot onto his package and flicking his hands away with her toes.

"Oops," he squealed as she marched into the house, leaning down to grab his balls to drag him with her.

"You forgot, didn't you?" she snarled, throwing him by the balls against the wall and tossing a hard knee into his package.

"Noooo," he squealed, sliding down to his knees and cupping himself. A twitching feeling let him know that he was getting hard...oh, she would love that...

"Is that a boner?" she whispered, her eyes widening as she watched him try and conceal it. "It IS!" She was squealing as she kicked his balls with the top of her foot, making him slump forwards. "Oooh, boy...this is gonna be fun..."

Groaning, Carlos lay on his back, assuming Melinda's favourite position.

"I think we're going to try something different tonight," she whispered, eyeing his throbbing bulge appreciatively. "I have a surprise..."

"Oh." He couldn't keep the squeak out of his voice as she gave him a tiny stomp, enough to make him gasp.

"Get up, you pathetic bitch," she ordered, stomping again. "Meet me in the bedroom when you've finished feeling sorry for yourself."

With that, she smiled and scurried back to the car to grab her handcuffs.