The Sack-Tapping Brat Next Door

Last month, finally, someone around my age moved into my apartment complex, only two doors down the hallway. It was a wonderful change from all the elderly people and the two only slightly younger, married couples. Since I had been rather new to town, too, I didn't know a lot of people around my age, yet. Being an outgoing 24 year old girl, that had been frustrating.

When I heard the unfamiliar voices in the hallway as the new guy was moving in, I couldn't help but peak through my door viewer. Another dude was helping him with his stuff, but from the way he explained where everything was supposed to go, it was clear that it was him who was gonna be my neighbor. Apparently, his name was Carl.

I instantly liked Carl. He had a tall, athletic statue, without being overly bulky. His masculine facial features and strong jawline were somewhat softened by his blonde, dense hair. Despite being on the move and consequently sweaty, his outfit, a pair of skinny jeans and a gray shirt, was very fashionable and well-picked.

It had been at least two months since I had gotten laid. As I watched his strong, muscular arms tensing under the weight of countless boxes and pieces of furniture, I actually got a bit wet. To be honest, although he was handsome without doubt, it wasn't even that. He just happened to be at the right place and time to catch my *attention*.

After watching him for some time, I decided to properly introduce myself. But before that, I had to change out of my casual home-wear, a wide hoodie and training shorts. In front of the bathroom mirror, I stripped, and then put on a pair of hot-pants and a red crop top.

Despite being blessed with a naturally pretty, cute face, I even applied a tiny bit of makeup. At last, I opened my pony tail and arranged my blonde, slightly curled hair around my shoulders, so that it somewhat sensually fell into my wide cleavage. One last push against my C-cup boobs from below ensured that they properly came into effect, and I was ready.

When I looked through the door viewer again, I saw Carl gathering a couple of empty boxes before approaching the elevator. His buddy was nowhere to be seen. Perfect! I took a deep breath to calm down a bit. Horny as I was, I knew that I wasn’t going to resist the urge to be a bit naughty – also, to make sure to really leave an impression. When the elevator door opened, I stepped out to make my move.

"Ohh... hold it one second, please." I purred in a cute voice that no guy was able to resist. When I rushed into the elevator, Carl couldn't stop his eyes from swiftly wandering down my body, before finally forcing them back up. He looked a bit caught and embarrassed when our eyes met, which made him even cuter.

"Oh, hi!" I smiled and demonstratively checked out his body, too. Since he held the boxes in front of his chest, the first thing I got to see was the significant bulge that stretched out his skinny jeans. Imagining what was hidden inside elicited another aroused tickle in my lower body. I could even make out the outline of his cock, slightly shifted to his left! Quickly, I looked back up. "Are you new here?"

"Hi... eh... yes. I'm Carl!" It was clear that he was a bit stunned from my looks and the intimacy of the elevator's small space. Once again, I noticed his eyes darting down to my beautifully presented tits. Once again, he blushed a bit upon eye contact. It was so cute.

"I'm Lea. So nice to meet you!" A few seconds passed where we just looked at each other. Eye contact in elevators is generally rare. We instantly had some kind of tension in between us, that allowed it - and prohibited us from coming up with some kind of dumb small talk.

Suddenly, the elevator halted in the second floor, and the door opened to one of the friendly, elderly ladies. With her support cart, she had to get in backwards. It was the perfect opportunity to make my move.

To make space for her, I quickly stepped into the narrow space to Carl's right. While turning around, I glanced over my shoulder to take aim and smacked my backhand right into his nicely presented bulge. I made sure to tap him diagonally from the right, to avoid his cock and hit him directly in the balls. Since the stacked boxes obstructed his view, the poor guy had no clue until my hand solidly connected with his nuts with a soft *thud*.

"*Oumpff...*" he grunted quietly while involuntarily bending over. Even I let out a little gasp of joy. It was a perfect sack-tap. His jeans held his package tightly in place, and I could feel his trapped right testicle absorbing most of the blow. With all senses, I could feel Carl's struggle to stay upright and cope with the pain of my little naughty tap.

"Oopsie!" I whispered while looking up at him with a mischievous smirk. The unsettled, confused look he gave me nearly made me start giggling. It was clear how desperately he wanted to address what had just happened, but didn’t dare to do so with the friendly old lady in front of us. As he was holding the boxes with both hands, his inviting groin still was fully open and unprotected. I really had to force myself not to go for a second, harder tap.

However, just as the elevator stopped at the ground floor, I swiftly reached over and gave his dick a quick touch - so softly, that he quite possibly didn't even notice, given the ache in his balls. As expected, it was huge - and to my surprise, clearly a bit hard.

When I followed the unsuspecting old lady out of the elevator, I noticed that Carl stayed to go down to the basement, where the garage was. Just before the door closed, I turned back and gave him the most sexy, naughty smile I could come up with, sensually biting my lower lip. The poor guy stared back at me absolutely overwhelmed.

Now, *that* was a good first impression, I thought. Trembling from arousal and excitement, I sprinted up the stairs to get back into my apartment and enjoy the wild rush of sensations.

 

The next time I met Carl was two days later. It was around sunset, and I just came back from a run. Whenever I went for runs in the evening with few to no people in the small forest close to my apartment, I loved to go in a sports skirt without panties. The suppressed nudist that clearly was inside of me just adored the sensation of the cool air on my bare, waxed pussy. As long as I didn’t run too fast or sit down, no one I encountered even had the slightest clue. It *really* got me off every time.

Needless to say, I was more than happy to see cute Carl with a bag of groceries in one hand, opening the front door to the building with the other. This time, he was wearing a stylish cotton shorts and white muscle shirt. After a quick look around to verify that no one else was around, I accelerated hard to catch up with him, before he disappeared inside.

From the speed and motion of my thighs, the white skirt slipped up far enough to expose my bare crotch. Just in time, before Carl heard my steps and turned around, I slowed down and pulled my skirt back into position. It was an amazing rush.

Despite our previous encounter, Carl was a true gentleman. He widely opened the door and stood next to it, holding it open with his free hand while curiously watching my approach. I could tell that he was a bit embarrassed in front of me. Not angry or scared at the slightest. Maybe he thought that my sack-tap hadn't been on purpose?

Given his full attention, I made sure to give him a good show over the last few dozen feet of my run. Slowing down to a walk, I lifted up my arms and stretched myself. Then, I pulled the hair band out from my pony tail and shook my head to fully release my hair.

The handsome guy just stood and silently watched me in awe. I could tell how much he enjoyed my revealing, tight top and skirt that perfectly underlined my sexy, active body. Oh, how much I wished him to know that I was nude below the skirt. Suddenly, I had an idea. It was a bold plan, but after the arousal of the secretly bare run, and the handsome guy's attention, I just couldn't hold myself back.

"Oh, thank you, sweetie!" I chirped in my offensively cute voice and stepped through before him while secretly measuring my steps. Carl gave me a polite, friendly smile.

"You're welco... ohh... AAAAHHHHH..." a surprised gasp, followed by a high-pitched scream took over when I rocketed my snow white sneaker into his unsuspecting balls. I initially didn't want to go for more than 50% force, but due to my excitement, it was difficult to restrain myself.

I got him perfectly. The cotton shorts did nothing to protect his poor testicles, and I could even see his package bulging out the fabric, as the top of my sneaker flattened it against his pelvis. With an hilarious whining sound, he fell over right in front of my feet, his groceries scattered across the floor. As badly as I felt for him, I couldn't help but giggle as I watched his male misery.

"OOOHHWWW... fuck... right in the balls..." he moaned into the floor on all fours, except from one hand clutching his groin. His complaints and moans made me chuckle even more. I had already gotten back from my run pretty aroused, but by now I was dripping wet. I couldn't wait to get into the shower and pleasure myself.

Since Carl was still on his knees and one hand, I placed my foot at his side and softly pushed him over into the fetal position, facing me.

"Oouughhh... why did you..." he began to question the agony that I had put him in, but instantly fell silent when he looked up at me. Finally, he had the perfect position to glance up my skirt. He was so stunned, it almost seemed like he forgot about the pain in his testicles for a moment. Almost...

"Because... I got something for you, too, honey." With that, I bent over and ruffled his hair playfully. Then, I straightened up, pursed my lips for a remote kiss, and stepped right over him. The second or so I hovered right above him was as wonderful for me, as it probably - hopefully - was for him.

Once again, I left him behind overwhelmed and in a pain and defeat I would never understand. Without looking back, I ran up the stairs, eager to get undressed and enjoy myself. Good lord, did I love my female sexual dominance.

When stood in the hot shower, about to come, all I could think about was Carl, two doors down the hall. I bet he was jerking off, too, the ache in his balls in stark contrast with the image of my bare pussy. It was so easy and satisfying to control men. There was no way that he was gonna stop thinking about me over the next few days, at least.

 

My next encounter with Carl occurred in the morning on my way to work. My heart jumped to my neck when I saw the handsome, tall guy in a suit wait at the same subway platform where my line was departing. It had been a few days since our last encounter, and admittedly, he had been on my mind almost constantly, too.

The subway just arrived, and I had to hurry to enter right behind him. So far, he hadn't even noticed me. As much as I just wanted to kick him from behind as he took a wide step into the wagon, it was probably not a good idea in the crowded station. I had to be more... delicate this time.

Carl went to the corner of the wagon, grabbed a handle over his head and turned around. Seeing me right in front of him, he instantly blushed.

"Lea..." he mumbled in an unsteady, almost fearful tone, but I could see in his eyes, that he was excited to see me. As if to prove my point, his eyes slowly wandered down and up my body again, relishing my curved, womanly physique in the tight orange one-piece dress I was wearing.

"Carl! How has it been?" I asked cheerfully, grabbed the closest handle to his and stood merely a few inches in front of him. He slightly bent over me, without doubt aware of me being closer to my favorite target on him, as he himself.

"Eh... painful. Humiliating."

"Oh... I'm sorry." I giggled at his honesty. "Not hot and sexy at all?"

He opened his mouth, but reconsidered, and no words came out. Instead, his head turned even more red. I laughed brightly at his reaction. Then, I turned to glance back behind me, as an excuse to swing my right hand into his groin. Unfortunately, he had his right hand in the pocket of his cotton pants, secretly cupping his balls for protection. I turned back and gave him a scoffing look.

"Lea... not here, please." He whispered.

"Oh, do you think nobody knows about your weakness?"

"I guess they do. But no need to prove it..."

"Humm... I think you need a lesson, Carl. A lesson in obedience for the stronger sex." I looked deep into his eyes, clearly noticing the avalanche of erotic thoughts and implications that I triggered, overwhelming and scary. He knew how surrendered and inferior he was as a male.

Without another word, I turned around and took a step back towards him, pressing my tight butt against his groin. The subway was stuffed enough that no one would notice the lack of space between us. With Carl stuck in the corner of the crowded wagon behind me, no one was able to watch what was going on below, at least not without me noticing them stare. And luckily, almost everyone wore headphones to drown out the metallic clanging of the subway.

While Carl's hand in the pocket of his pants protected his balls, his dick laid towards the left side again, already half-erect and fully accessible. When I grind my butt against him, he tried to get his full package into the safety of his palm. Fortunately for me, his cock was too large and already too hard for him to cover everything with one hand.

Trying hard to maintain my poker face at the sensation of his huge, hardening member, I changed the hand at the handle above my head and swiftly slipped my now free left one into Carl's free left pocket right behind me.

"Oooohhhhh... you bitch!" He whispered in an unsteady tone, as I tightly grabbed and began jerking his cock. "Fuck... stop! *Please!*"

"You know, Carl..." I smirked back over my shoulder, just an inch of space between our faces. "I've always found body language so much more truthful than spoken one."

To be honest, I was at least as horny as him. Thankfully, I was blessed with the ability to hide it. His cock was rock hard and began twitching slightly. He was gonna cum, soon.

"Please! Don't make me cum in my suit. I'll do anything!" he really sounded desperate by now, his whispering voice trembling from the brutal arousal.

"Well..." I hummed, enjoying every second of delay that made him struggle more and more. "It was the other pocket, I wanted initially..."

"Okay!" he muttered without hesitation. I felt his right hand withdraw from the pocket behind my butt, finally surrendering his balls to me.

I equally withdrew my hand from his rock-hard dick while maintaining the pressure with my butt. Then I switched my hand at the handle and slipped my right into the pocket to access his balls. They laid tightly in their sack, hot and swollen from his deep arousal. Carl attempted to squeeze his hand in between his cock and my butt cheek, but quickly gave up, as every bit of stimulation and motion was too much for him to take.

"Please have mercy, Lea..." he whispered into my ear. The gushes of hot air from his mouth triggered an arousing shiver all over my body.

"Umm... no." I playfully answered and began squeezing. He had such a large pair, it actually felt amazing. Carl let out a quite sob as my fingers dug into his meat.

"Ohhhh... uhhhh..." the tall guy kept moaning into my ear. It sounded almost identical to when I was working his cock. I let out a soft giggle that caught the attention of another girl in front of me. After looking at our expressions for a few seconds, an approving, amused smile parted her lips and she winked at me.

"Lea... ohhh good lord... you are the most sexy, naughty and mean brat I've ever met." I heard Carl dirty-whispering into my ear. His choice of words to persuade me made me chuckle silently again, while I went on squeezing and rolling around his large balls through the thin layers of soft cotton. Suddenly, he continued in a much more desperate, almost panicking tone. "Ohhhh... Pleeeeasee.. Please stop! Now! Noooo... Ooooohhhh... Mmmhhhh..."

The pumping and twitching of his cock against my butt was a clear indicator of what had just happened. I was stunned. Never before had I made a guy cum by squeezing his balls. However, to be fair, the subway in our city drove a bit roughly, and there was clearly some decent friction of my butt against his cock, too.

"Fuck... seriously, Lea... fuck!" he continued cursing quietly. I giggled again, and gave his balls a last, cruel squeeze to make it count, while grinning over my shoulder.

"What do we say, Carl?"

"Ooowwww... Ahhhhghhh... ehh... thank youu..."

"Gladly, sweetie." I have him a soft kiss on his cheek and finally released his manhood to pull out my hand. There was so much cum, it already had started soaking through the pocket. "That's my stop. Have a nice day, Carl."

"Ooohhhh *fuck*!" When I looked back while squeezing myself towards the door, Carl picked up his briefcase and held it in front of his groin. I almost felt a bit bad for him. Almost...

 

It took another few days until I met Carl again. I almost felt like he was avoiding me. To be honest, I did feel a bit bad for him after our subway-incident. Whenever I got horny - and I got horny often - I could really turn into a naughty, mean brat. Humiliating him that publicly was maybe a bit *too naughty*. However, I bet he came amazingly - and he was gonna remember it. And if he'd just gone back home to change without lifting up that briefcase, he might have been fine, after all.

Either way, our encounters had me hooked. I enjoyed his struggle so much. The mutual attraction that clearly was there, along with his fear and intimidation of my unpredictable, wild sexual nature. After a few days without seeing him, I was like a starving lioness.

I needed to know if our encounters actually were mutual, or if I was just tormenting the poor dude. So I had an idea. For my friend's cat, I ordered 30 pounds of cat food to my apartment. It could've been anything, I just wanted it to be heavy. In the "in case I'm not home..." box, I entered Carl's name and apartment number. When the package was about to arrive, I went for a long run - of course without panties. Since it started raining halfway through the run, I was already dripping wet when I got back. Not only on the outside...

My heart was beating up to my neck when I came back and found the "we left your package with your neighbor" notification. I ran up the stairs and got into my apartment. Before I even got to the bathroom, I tore off my running clothes to quickly get into the shower. Just when I stepped into it, I heard a door in the hallway open and close.

Instead of getting into the shower, I took a towel and tied it around my tits. It was barely long enough to reach down to cover my pussy, and the bottom of my buttocks was mostly visible. Just ‘dressed’ like that, and with dripping wet hair, I went to my apartment door and peaked through the door viewer.

Carl stood in front of the door, holding the large package with both hands. So far, he hadn't rung the doorbell yet. He hesitated - clearly nervous. It was the moment of truth. Would he just place the package in front of my door, or would he get me to open?

Suddenly, he balanced the package on his left hand and reached his right down to his groin to re-arrange his own package. I nearly jumped from joy, when I looked down and noticed his obvious erection. He was wearing a pair of tight running or bike pants and looked a bit messy, like he had just worked out, too. After tugging in his boner to the left side, he took a deep breath and rang the doorbell.

I waited a bit and took a few deep breaths to calm myself, too. The anticipation of his presence was pure arousal. Thankfully, again, my body didn't show it as obviously as his. After a few moments, I opened the door and welcomed Carl with a cute, naughty grin.

"Oh... Hi Carl!" I purred as nicely as in our first meeting. Then, I leaned my hand high against the door frame, very aware that I was pulling up the towel and possibly flashing a bit of pussy from his perspective. "Nice to see you again!"

"Hi... ehh Lea..." he stammered, while his eyes alone attempted to tear the towel apart on my body. "I... ehh.. you have a package."

"Oh thank you, so sweet of you!" I stepped out to take it from him, but he held on to it. It was amazing how confused and unsure he was about how to address me, after our previous meet-ups. Holding the package with both hands in front of his chest, he was wide open for me again. There was no way that he wasn't *very* aware of his tempting vulnerability.

"It's heavy... do you want me to bring it in?" He tried his best to look into my eyes, but he struggled immensely due to the beautiful display below.

"Sure, come in." I stepped aside and leaned my back against the inside of the door frame, leaving only a bit of space for him. Hesitantly, he stepped in. With the size of the box, he couldn't help but touch my tits as he squeezed through. I trembled from arousal at the stimulation of my nipples. "Just put it down over there!"

He followed my request and walked to the center of the living room. I closed the door and followed him, making sure that he had a direct line of sight to the shower booth. When he bent and crouched down deeply to carefully place the package on the floor, I quietly stepped behind him on bare feet.

I was stunned when the handsome, tall guy bent over in front of *me*, after all what had happened. There was no way that he didn't know what was coming from him. Either he liked it, or he had gotten to like it, or he liked me so much that he was willing to take it, in order to get me aroused. Either way, I was impressed.

Every cell of my body was vibrating from excitement when I pulled the towel up over my hips to ensure full mobility of my legs, and took aim. From far behind, I swung my bare leg forward and up, the bare top of my foot perfectly connecting with Carl's testicles, held in place by the tights. His cock or thighs were nowhere close to get into the way or obstruct me.

The sensation of his massive, elastic orbs getting flattened against my foot was amazing. As was his reaction to his stunning sexual inferiority. Just as he was about to straighten up, the impact elicited a cut-off yelp, and he instantly went down into the famous fetal position, facing me. With both hands clutching his groin, he stared up to relish the view of my bare pussy that he had surely earned.

"Oughh... my fucking balls..." he sounded a lot less desperate as usually, much more compliant with what he was going through.

"What did you expect, Carl?" I laughed at him. "Isn't this what you wanted?"

"What I want... ouuuwwww..." another wave of pain twisted his eyes to the back of his head, while he rocked forward and back. "... is fuck your brains out. You fucking sexy beast."

"Oh?" I was flattered. He actually was willing to deal with my cruel fun just to get more of what I had teased him with. Actually, he had no clue how willing I was to give him exactly what he wanted. Under his lustful stare, I loosened the towel at my tits and allowed gravity to gracefully strip me. Giggling, I teased him. "I love men who can stand *me*."

With that, I turned around and slowly strode into the shower. I was burning up inside. The fact that Carl had come here to offer his balls for another naughty kick, only to get me horny enough to get laid, drove me insane. I could almost feel his stare on my body, while he did his best to cope with the pain enough to follow me. Finally, after another few minutes on the floor, he trotted into the bathroom, stripped naked to release his massive, throbbing hard-on and stepped into the shower behind me.

Already enjoying the hot water, I simply bent over, placed both hands against the wall, closed my eyes and spread my legs for him. Suddenly, his large hands were on my hip. A moment later, I felt his massive cock enter me. The rush of joy and pleasure made me scream out. He was amazingly large, wonderfully filling and stretching me out.

I let my head sink down and opened my eyes while Carl kept pounding me. Past my tits and pussy, I could see his swollen, meaty balls bounce around with every thrust, exposed and inviting.

"Go for it! I know you wanna squeeze my boys." He moaned as if he had read my thoughts. Leaning over me, he grabbed my boobs with both hands and squeezed them roughly, making me gasp.

"You'd like that, would ya?" I moaned back, while turning my head and looking up at him with an evil grin.

"If it pleases you, I'll take it. You naughty, sexy bitch... OOOUUUUHHHH..." The second he finished his sentence, I swung my arm up through my opened legs, my palm roughly connecting with his dangling nuts. Right after the impact, I grabbed them tightly, squeezing and enjoying the strong man's desperate squirms.

Soon after, his cock began twitching, and his thrusts turned more and more forceful. Just when he began moaning from the on-setting climax, I was pushed over the edge, too. Good lord, did I come well. Fully detached from the world, I was launched into a galaxy of sparkling joy and pleasure that seemed to be truly infinite. Wave after wave after wave, pure, overwhelming well-being and bliss washed over me.

I have no idea how long I actually orgasmed. For sure, it was a lot longer than Carl. When the sensation finally came to an end, I noticed his whines and desperate tapping against my hip. Only in that moment I noticed that I had mercilessly clutched down on his balls absent-minded, the whole time. I instantly let go and couldn't help but feel a bit bad. Yelping, Carl pulled his cock out, sunk to his knees behind me and cupped his manhood with both hands.

"Ohhh fuck... ohhh fuck... you sexy bitch... ohhh fuck..." he just kept moaning over and over. I couldn't help but let out a bright, relieving laugh. It had been the best sex of my life so far, for sure. For me, at least. With Carl still on his knees next to me, I finished my shower, stepped past him and dried up.

"When you and your balls are ready for the next round, come to bed!"