Parking lot ball grab

The black Ford Explorer finally finished pulling out of the parking space in the Best Buy parking lot. Eric sighed and disengaged the parking brake on his Mustang, preparing to pull into the spot he had been waiting for for five minutes. But as he was about to, a white Honda CR-V zoomed around him and pulled right into the spot.

Eric slammed the wheel with his hands and cursed. He hit his hazard blinkers and jumped out of his Mustang, just in time to intercept the woman getting out of the Honda. She was Asian, maybe in her late 20s or early 30s. She was slim and attractive, with long black hair, wearing tight flare jeans, ankle boots and a pair of big sunglasses.

"Hey!", Eric shouted. "Hey!!"

The Asian lady tried to ignore him and walk quickly past him into the store, but he walked up behind her and grabbed her by the shoulder. She whirled around with a shocked and angry expression on her face.

"Don't touch me!", she yelled.

"Did you seriously just steal my spot like that?!", Eric demanded.

"I didn't see your name on it," she replied hotly.

"I was waiting there five minutes!", he yelled. "I had my blinker on! You knew exactly what you were doing!"

"Don't you talk to me like that!", the woman spat. "How dare you harass me like this?"

"I'm not harassing you!", Eric snorted. "You stole my spot, and now you're just being a bitch!"

By this time a few other shoppers had noticed the commotion, and they were gathering around to watch from a distance.

"Did you just call me a bitch?!", the Asian woman demanded.

"You're goddamn right I called you a bitch," Eric sneered.

In response, the woman quickly slapped her hand up into the crotch of Eric's khaki shorts. He felt a jolt go through him, followed quickly by a shock of pain. He backed up a step and doubled over with a shout.

"YOU'RE a bitch," the Asian lady spat.

"You hit me in the fucking balls," Eric growled. "You stole my spot and then you hit me in the fucking balls." More people had come to watch and stare.

"Well you deserved it," she snorted, putting her hands on her hips. "How dare you call me a bitch."

Eric suddenly straightened up and lashed out with one hand, slapping the woman across the side of her face. It wasn't a hard slap, but it was enough to turn her head and knock her sunglasses partway off. The woman quickly straightened her shades, and her mouth contorted in rage.

A shocked murmur ran through the crowd. "Oh my god, he hit her!", someone said. Cell phones came out and people started filming.

Eric grinned, straightening up. "Doesn't feel too good, does it bitch?", he said.

The woman stalked toward him. She slapped at his head with her right hand. Eric blocked it with ease. She slapped at him two more times, and he blocked both attempts, grinning at her. He looked into her pretty face, twisted with rage, and smirked at her.

Then the woman's left hand shot out, palm upward, and grabbed Eric by his balls.

Immediately Eric's smirk crumbled into a look of shock and horror. He shot his hands down to protect himself, but too late. The woman's hand had already gripped his testicles through the fabric of his soft khaki shorts. She immediately began to squeeze. The right testicle popped out of her small hand, but the left one was trapped in her palm.

"Aaaahhhh!!" Eric shouted, doubling over and trying to pull her arm away. Agony was shooting through his balls and up into his gut.

"Gotcha, bitch," the woman snorted, squeezing him mercilessly. The crowd gasped. "She got his nuts!!" someone yelled.

Eric desperately tried to dislodge the woman's fingers, but the pain and nausea was quickly sapping all his strength away. He folded over her arm, pulling his hips back, but she held on, moving closer to him until his head was bent past her arm. He made desperate whimpering sounds as he clutched at the arm that was holding his left testicle.

"Let go, let go!", he whimpered frantically. "Aaaaghhh, let go!!"

"Apologize for calling me a bitch," the woman demanded loudly.

"You better apologize!!", someone yelled from the crowd. "She's gonna crush your nuts, buddy!"

"I'm sorry! I'm sorry!" Eric gasped desperately. "Ahhh...please!! Please!! It hurts!!"

"Apologize for grabbing my shoulder," she demanded cruelly.

"I'm sorry! I'm sorry!!" he babbled, feeling his knees give way. "PLEASE!!"

Finally she let him go. Eric immediately crumpled to the pavement, holding his balls and curling into the fetal position. A wave of "oooooh" went through the crowd. The woman stepped over Eric's squirming, fallen form, and she gave him a kick in the ass with her boot.

Then she stalked back to her Honda, got in, and drove away.

Some of the crowd filtered away. A few people came to stand over next to Eric, watching him writhe on the ground. "Should I call an ambulance?", one woman asked.

"No, I'm ok," Eric gasped. "I'm ok. It's fine."

"I don't know, buddy, she busted your balls up good," said a Latino kid. "You shouldn't call women bitch, they really don't like it."

"Yeah, try being polite next time," said the woman who had offered to call an ambulance. "You'll get farther in life by being kind."

"And you won't get your nuts squeezed neither," the Latino kid added.

Eric struggled up to his hands and knees, panting and red-faced, his cheeks streaked with tears. Seeing he was OK, the rest of the crowd walked away. He crawled to his Mustang, still blocking the lane with its hazards on. With difficulty, he crawled into the car, turned the blinkers off, and pulled into the parking spot that the woman's Honda had vacated.

For a long time, Eric lay there in the driver's seat, letting the agony in his groin slowly fade. When he felt like he was fine to drive, he pulled out from the spot and headed for his home, back in Irvine, half an hour away. By the time he got back, his balls were feeling much better. He sighed in relief.

Eric pulled his Mustang into the driveway of his spacious Southern California home, right behind the white Honda CR-V. He got out and walked to the front door, walking a little gingerly but proud that he was able to stand up straight.

He didn't have to open the door. It swung open as he approached. From behind it, the face of the Asian lady from the parking lot grinned at him. He grinned back. Eric walked into the house, and she closed the door behind him.

The woman from the parking lot stood there, hands on her hips, dressed in nothing but a smile. She had taken off her wig, revealing bobbed hair with brown highlights.

Eric looked up and down the length of his wife Lisa's smooth skin, taking in her full breasts, her small dark nipples, and the cute shaved triangle between her legs. Then he grabbed her and they kissed passionately. She fumbled at his clothes, stripping off his pants and shirt, and he pulled off his underwear. Lisa grabbed his dick and began to stroke it as they kissed. Eric's hands roamed up and down her body urgently.

"Oh bitch," he said softly into her ear. "You got my balls good."

"Yes I did, bitch," Lisa murmured, fondling his balls gently in her hand.

She pulled him over onto the sofa, and wrapped her legs around him. He slipped into her, and they made love for two hours.

"I was a little scared when you almost slapped my shades off," Lisa confessed later as they sat together, watching a video of their encounter on a YouTube knockoff site. "I don't want anyone seeing my face."

She was perched on Eric's lap on the desk chair in front of the monitor. Both were still naked. The video was titled "BRUTAL PARKING LOT FIGHT - woman grabs guy by his BALLS!!" It was the third one they had watched. None were particularly high quality, but they had all managed to capture the climax of the staged fight pretty well.

"They got my face pretty good," Eric murmured, watching himself crumble under his wife's ball grab. "Now people are going to come up and ask me whether I was the guy who got his balls busted in a parking lot."

"And you're going to tell them 'Yes, that's when I learned to be polite to women,' right?", Lisa teased, reaching back wrapping her hand gently around her husband's still-tender balls.

"I'm always polite to women," Eric protested, kissing his wife's neck. "Bitch."

"I see you're going to need a few more lessons, bitch," Lisa purred, rolling his balls in her hand. She felt his dick stiffen under her.

"I think I do," he said. "Can you teach me, bitch?"

"I think I can, bitch" she said, flicking his balls gently with her fingers. He gasped and sighed. She turned around in the chair and straddled him, reaching down to slip him back inside of her. Eric savored the slight throb of pain ever time her butt came down and made a gentle impact with his balls.

He couldn't wait for his next lesson.

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*(The End.)*

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