Monica and her massage.

Back in early 2000 I used to have an occasional massage by an older woman called Monica in her house. She didn’t offer any extras but you could be naked on the table and I got a kick out of the CFNM. I didn't know if she was married or what but she had a large house in a nice area. She seemed quite educated and spoke well.

She had a massage table in a small room downstairs. I had planned to not see her again as she wasn’t a friendly person overall but she sent an email saying she now does happy endings. I assumed she was short on returning customers and some easy money but a handjob or something by her did spark my interest.
So Monica was giving the massage and she offered to include my genitals in the massage with a release for a fee. You felt she didn’t like doing it and was quite strict

“there are rules, the massage would go as it normally would with release at the end. No touching me and I don't take my clothes off, so please don't ask!”


During the massage which was always good she got to the happy ending part. My penis soon stood to attention the second she touched it. Despite her rather disdainful and sometimes bitchy personality Monica was giving an alright handjob mostly because her slender bony fingers felt nice wrapped around my member which was covered in a lot of oil I was sure I would not last too long plus I was quite inexperienced at the time.


“How long does it take you to cum?” which caught me off guard a little as it had only been two minutes. “Do you want to do some of it yourself?” I didn’t plan on paying extra to do it myself.
“No keep going please I won’t be long as you have really nice hands and are sexy of course” I replied which she seemed to like and then removed the thin hoodie leaving her peach vest top on which showed her slender toned frame and some cleavage. She was more sensual with her touches of my penis and playing with my balls rolling them between her fingers. I was really enjoying Monica’s tender jerkiing that I placed a hand on her jeans and felt the curve of her hips which advanced my arousal “I’m getting close!”
She moved her hips to the side sharply “Hey! Hands off” and paused her wanking “I said no touching me when we started”
“Sorry Monica, I forgot” I guess I misread the mood of the situation.


She frowned but carried on all while cupping my balls with little rubs of the taint.
Slowly the feeling of my sap rising through my loins started and it felt really strong. I tried my best to prolong it but I succumbed to Monica’s hand.
“I’m going to cum!” the build up was really intense even some pre cum jetted out so I relaxed myself ready for a wonderful orgasm when ropes of my cum jetted out from my cock. The feeling was immense as my seed landed all over my chest and legs, Monica’s hand continued to milk me dry. She noticed some jizz landed on her top which she wasn’t happy about.
It was the best orgasm I’ve had and I’ve have never produced such a load, I admired all my seed over myself and Monica’s hands and arms as she slowly caressed my genitals

“Oh my you certainly seemed to enjoy that, it went all over the place!” as she stroked my cock which was going slowly soft.
I exhaled and sniggered “I certainly did enjoy it” and without realising it I put my hand back on her hip cupping her ass.


“For fuck sake, I just said no touching me!” she said as I felt her free hand wrap around my right ball and she squeezed it moderately firm but I assumed she was been heavy handed.
"Oh I'm sorry, I was a little overcome by that wonderful orgasm...” It took a few moment for the discomfort to sink in


“...ouff! You are hurting my ball a bit there Monica" she seemed to tighten her fist around my right nut and squeezed even harder. Monica didn’t say anything just scowled.


“hey that’s starting to hurt” I reached out to her hand.


"I said no touching!" She barked pushing me back with her free arm. She emphasized her last word on my testicle by yanking it quickly away from my body stretching the ball bag all the way out. I felt the cord attached to the ball strain.
I looked at her "Fuck!" as she was really unsettled as she seemed to be slowly increasing the pressure. Thankfully she wasn't pulling on it still, I could feel the ball cord throbbing.


“Please let go please let go” I repeated over as I didn’t know what else to do and certainly didn’t want to try and free my trapped ball in her hand again risking another yank.
Her scowl made me fear for my ball. I could feel my adrenaline pumping telling my body to do something but I hoped she’d eventually stop but she wasn't. My cock was flaccid and small, resting on my stomach pointing towards me in a puddle of spunk that seems to be still weeping out, maybe it was been squeezed out of me.
“Ohh Monica! You’re squeezing it even harder, it might pop!”


"I gave you fair warning, didn’t I" She said while coldly looking at my almost flat ball in her hand.
“Oh fuck.. you are going to pop it!”
She just stared at the squeezed ball intently as if waiting for it to pop. The pain was all over my body. I wasn’t sure how long it would hold out for and I felt it could go at any moment. My mind was racing. I wondered would it hurt even more or would it feel better.


“Please ahhhh! I have an extra 40 in my pocket you can have” she seemed to think about it for a moment.


“...Okay…... Yes you do that” and slowly begins to ease up the pressure on my ball but still keeps hold of it probably to show she was still in control. The pain was already down by a half and I felt myself catch my breath.
“Alright I think we are done here“ then finally lets it go. The relief washes over me as I pant like I were running.


She places some paper towels on my legs.
“You can clean yourself with these. I’ll give you a minute to recover” and she sits on a chair and wipes the oil and my cum off her hands. She seemed relaxed and even pleased with herself. I lay there nursing my aching ball while taking deep breaths to ease the discomfort. Monica sits there in the corner I could feel her watching me.
“Do you think you are gonna throw up?”


My gut wasn’t feeling good “I don’t know but my stomach is all cramped up”


“Well there is a bin beside you, should you need it. Most men throw up after their balls get hurt”
“I don’t know”


“You are looking pale so I assumed you were about to”


“I’m not surprised seeing as I just had my nut squeezed ridiculously hard, you didn’t have to do that you know”


“It is what it is. A lady needs to have something against any ill-mannered gents. It’s quite an effective technique wouldn’t you agree?” she said smugly
I say nothing just grunted a reply. She was still wiping herself with a cloth “Your damn spunk went everywhere I keep finding little splatters on me, hope none is in my hair”


I didn’t look at her. I laid there still cradling my aching nut wincing with my eyes closed.
“Oh your ball will be fine quit playing with it” She said in a happy go lucky way


“Well it’s quite sore and I think it’s swollen. Don’t know if it’s a good or bad thing but why did you squeeze just the one?”
“I don’t have a large hand and one ball fits in my palm for a good hold plus it’s more humiliating just hurting one don’t you think? also if it ruptures then you still have the other one” she said in a spiteful yet droll tone.


“You actually were going to pop it?”


“You’ll never know haha”
I just stared at the ceiling taking it all in.


“Dear me! I think you’re a bit of a weakling! I’ve squeezed some men by their ones really hard! now they had a good reason to cry”


“You damaged them?”


“I did squeeze one chaps eggs quite hard haha! Don’t think he’ll have any yolks in them after that!” she said proudly
I couldn’t think of anything to say back just carried on nursing my sore testicle.


”Okay then pussy, have a few minutes rest then get dressed I’ve another client later. I’ll be in the kitchen, once dressed come out and give me the money for the massage, the handjob.. oh and the extra you said you’d give me for releasing your testicle”


I was glad she left, I couldn’t predict her moods and wanted to get out. I quickly dressed and sneaked out of a patio door then through a garden gate without her knowing and without paying. She sent me some nasty messages but I thankfully never saw her again.