Stripper Uses Men's Balls To Teach Them A Special Lesson

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Erotica's long shift at the strip club had ended. In her bikini, she sat at a table of her favorite greasy spoon, enjoying a juicy cheeseburger. Suddenly, she felt a tap on her shoulder.

She turned to see Carl, one of her most loyal customers, taking a seat next to her.

Despite him inappropriately inviting himself to her table, she greeted him warmly, "Hey there, Carl. You know, my shift ended.”

Carl smirked, leaning in his handsome face. "I know, but my entourage and I, well,” his three grinning friends waved a few tables away, “we just couldn't keep our eyes off you. We figured, you'd be happy to satisfy each of us with lap dances as long as the price was right.” As he began placing several hundred-dollar bills on the table one by one, he said, “My uncle owns this place and he won't mind.”

Erotica raised an eyebrow and took another bite of her burger before replying. "I have plans already lined up for tonight. If you fellas would like to come into the club tomorrow-”

He said, "Alright, alright, the cash wasn't enough, so I gotta pullout the big gun.” He pulled down his sweat pants. His big erect member flung out and bounced near Erotica's bewildered face. He waved it at her as he said, "C'mon, Erotica. You know this has given you fireworks between your legs whenever you sit on it.”

Erotica feigned a smile. She pretended to reach for his cock. Instead, she snatched his testicles and began to twist them in her grip.

Carl let out a sharp cry of pain. His friends gasped in shock. Carl pulled his hips back and wiggled to free his precious nuts. They nearly slipped away as Erotica's hand was covered in grease. She quickly adjusted her grip, nearly enclosing his big balls in her fist, which distorted their shape. He cried out in pain even louder.

Out of desperation, he tried pulling his hips back again. Erotica simply tugged his balls toward herself, showing him there was no escape. A deep moan grumbled out of him as agony and fury contorted his face.

His voice strained as he yelled, "My balls! Let go of my balls!"

Rather than grant him mercy, Erotica calmy stared up at him. Maintaining eye contact, and her tight ball-squeeze, she picked up her burger and casually took a bite. He became even more furious as she chewed in delight.

“You b- Aaaaaaahhhhhh!”

Erotica interrupted him with a hard tug downward, forcing him to bend his knees and be eye-level with her. Relaxed as ever, she began tightening her grip on his mangled balls as she took another juicy bite.

Carl's fury gave way to fear and misery. He felt that all of his machismo had been so easily squeezed out of him by Erotica's dainty hand.

He whimpered, “Okay, I'm sorry, please, please, please let my nuts go.”

Erotica sighed and put down her cheeseburger. She pulled down on his testicles, making him groan and squat even lower. Her hand began switching the pressure from his left to his right ball and back, over and over. Each time she switched, he yelped and his body tensed.

Like a disappointed mother, she looked down at him and lectured, “Carl, your behavior is completely inappropriate. Put yourself in my position. If you were just trying to enjoy a cheeseburger, and I came over, and pestered you for sexual entertainment, and waved my pussy in your face, you wouldn't- actually, never mind. Point is, next time, don't be an asshole. Got it?” She squeezed both his balls extra hard.

“Aaaaaaaaaaahhhhhhhh! Yes! I got it! I got it! Oh fuck!”

"And by the way, your dick has never given me fireworks between my legs. Every time I've given you a lap dance, you cum within seconds, before I even have time to do any real moves.”

Carl didn't know it was possible to feel even more humiliated, but he did as he heard his friends chuckling.

Erotica dropped the last bite of her cheeseburger into her mouth, savoring it as she savored the satisfying feeling of her hand dominating a jerk's nuts, the swollen tenderness of them. Finally, she let them go with a parting flick of her middle finger.

With a groan, Carl held onto his defeated balls as he collapsed. As if he had been drowning, he breathed hard in the fetal position. Erotica began sucking up her vanilla milkshake as Carl's friends dragged him away.

To her surprise, one of them came back inside. He was tall and muscular, and approached Erotica with a determined look on his face. “You know, I still plan on visiting you at the club, but you owe Carl an apology. You were overreacting.”

Erotica calmly stood up and said, “No, this is overreacting.” She grabbed him by his big shoulders. With all her strength, she shot her bare knee into his massive, low-hanging nuts. As her knee slammed his balls into his body, she felt them crush against her kneecap with a loud pop.

The man silently screamed as crackles escaped his throat. His entire body began shivering.

As her knee dug around in his nut-mush, multiplying his pain tenfold, Erotica said, “Losing you as a customer was well worth popping your balls.” She let him drop like a statue.

His friends had seen what happened through a window, and they had heard the pop. They hurried to their car and drove off in absolute terror.

Erotica watched him writhe on the floor, enjoying the sight as she finished her milkshake.