Morgan the Hooter's Girl

***Authors Note:*** This is entirely a work of fiction - my first story that is not at least loosely based on a real event. I did have a friend that worked at Hooters who sack tapped me on two occasions, and the house is based on one I lived in when I lived in Florida. Other than that, this is all fiction. So, uh, yay me?

I am planning to write a "part two" for this, and just as I was finishing it up, I wondered how it would change the story if it had been Logan that needed a place to live and rented a room from Morgan, so I'm going to write that version as well. Feel free to comment about which you'd like to see first - "Morgan the Hooter's Girl Pt 2" or "Down-on-his-luck Logan rents a room from a ballbusting Hooter's waitress" =\]

**Morgan the Hooter's Girl**

Morgan was going to the local community college and working her way through school as a waitress at Hooter's. She certainly had the body for it - 22 years old, five foot nothing, 38c-26-36, she was in the gym several times a week and it showed.  Blond hair, deep brown eyes, the kind you get lost in, and a cute, upturned nose. 

I was 36, finally having some success in my career, had recently bought a house, and was at Hooter's with a couple I was friends with, just catching up and having a few beers.  Morgan had been our waitress and we'd flirted a bit - it was Hooters after all.  We'd closed our tab just as Morgan's shift was ending, finished our last beers, and wandered out to the front still chatting.  Morgan was talking to a couple other waitresses, and I heard her say she needed to find a place to live.  I'd had a few beers, and was feeling pretty relaxed, so I took a step in the direction of the waitresses and said "Hey, you should come live at my house!"

Morgan turned red, scoffed, and said "Creep!" and before I knew what was happening, she launched her small foot into my crotch full force.  The top of her foot caught my balls perfectly, smashing them into my pelvis.  My legs clamped shut, my knees gave out and I only avoided falling to the floor by grabbing the side of the hostess stand.  "Nothing pisses me off more than when a guy that seems decent turns out to be a pervy creep!" Morgan exclaimed.  There was something about the look on her face that wasn't quite right.  It wasn't anger or rage, it was something I couldn't quite place.

"Gurgle..umpf..errrg..." I said, the pain in my balls still too bad for me to speak.

"Um, if I may?" my friend Justine interrupted "I think he was trying to tell you that he has a room available for rent, and his house is about halfway between here and the college.  And it has a pool!"

"Oh!" Morgan's eyes lit up "that would be perfect!  Everywhere else I've looked at is miles away from both!" she said as Justine helped me to my feet...slowly.

"Uhhh...you're welcome to..grunt..come take a look..groan..at the place..." I said slowly, as I was wondering to myself why in the world I was still inviting the woman that had just flattened my balls to come rent that room.  

"I'm so sorry, I just...it's been a rough week, and you wouldn't believe some of the assholes that come in here.  I overreacted." she said.

"It's OK, I get it." I replied.  "I'm Logan.  How about I give you the address and my phone number, and if you want to come take a look at the room, you can."

Morgan ended up renting the room and moved in a few days later.  The first few weeks were mostly uneventful.  Twice she accidentally whacked me in the balls, one morning while we were getting our coffee, she stepped back and her hand swung into my nutsack, and one afternoon as she was bringing some groceries in she turned and a sack with some cans in it swung right into my cock and balls.  She apologized profusely both times, while giggling.  

Morgan loved the pool.  She seemed to live in her bikinis, and some of those were awfully skimpy.  Her best friend Brittany was over to lay around with her frequently.  Brittany was a little taller than Morgan, brunette, also a waitress at Hooters, and had a similar body, though her tits must have been DD or DDD.  I had no complaints, other than occasionally needing to wait to get out of the pool, or to roll over and get some sun on my back, both to hide my hard cock.  I felt a bit guilty about getting hard when she was just trying to relax at home.

About a month after she moved in, we were hanging out one weeknight when we were both off work the next day, drinking wine, watching TV, and shooting the shit.  Around 10pm she looks at me and asks "Do you ever go skinny dipping in the pool at night when no one can see?"  I told her that I had in the past, and long story short we ended up tipsy and skinny dipping that night.  I had a bar out by the pool, and around midnight we were out of the water refilling our glasses.  She was sitting in one of the bar chairs and I was standing by the bar fairly close to her.  I noticed she kept glancing down at my cock.  I started to get hard.  I wasn't sure what to do.  It seemed like a pretty natural reaction, so I tried to ignore her glances, which was the cause.  It didn't work.  I couldn't help but notice.  She wasn't really trying to hide them.  We'd had drinking nights together in the past and I knew she could drink way more than me, so while I was definitely feeling a little drunk, I figured she was likely just a little tipsy.

"It looks like he likes me..." she said, pointing at my now rock hard cock "I was beginning to wonder!" she giggled as my dick twitched now that she was looking at it and pointing.  I felt my cheeks start to flush.

"You're super hot, I've been trying to not be a total perv, I figure you get enough of that at work." I said lamely.

She looked up, making eye contact "Oh, I do.  You're a friend though, and I know you aren't a jerk.  Honestly I'm impressed with your control, I know men don't have a lot of control over when their dicks get hard.  Which is great for tips!" she laughed.

"Thanks.  I haven't forgotten the night we met, so I figured I'd be careful just in case!" I laughed.

"Yeah, I got you good that night.  I could kick you right now!" she said, tapping by nutsack twice, lightly, with her foot as it was clearly exposed with my hard cock sticking straight out.

"Woah, easy there!" I made a big show of putting my hands in front of my sack so she couldn't hit it with her foot again.  She laughed.

"Can I ask you something?" she said, a small grin on her face.

"Sure." 

"I did notice that first night that you were hard after I kicked you.  Then after I moved in, that morning I 'accidentally' sack tapped you with the back of my hand, you got hard again." I felt my cheeks start to flush, she was onto me.  "Then a couple of days later, bringing the groceries in when I swung the bag full of cans right into your nuts, you got hard then, too.  Do you...like...getting hit in the nuts?" she asked, looking right at me as I studied the floor carefully.

I looked up, meeting her eyes. "I don't know that 'like' is the right word, it's definitely erotic, you know?  A turn on..." her foot shot up into my exposed ball sack, hard.  My knees buckled, but I managed to remain standing.

"So that's why this" she reached down and grabbed my dick "gets hard, or in this case, stays hard...wow, it's REALLY hard!" she gave it a light squeeze feeling the hardness "when I smash your balls?" 

"Yeah, pretty much."

"Do you want me to kick them again?" she asked, letting go of my cock, with a twinkle in her eye.

"I, uh...." I made eye contact.  Her foot slammed into my balls, harder this time. 

"Oh fuck, my balls!" I choked out, grabbing the edge of the bar for support.  Morgan giggled and her eyes lit up.  

"I've kicked you three times now, the last two fairly hard, too.  I notice you don't ever grab or cover your balls when I do.  I noticed that the night we met and thought it was odd.  I've never met a man who thought getting kicked in the nuts was a turn on." she said as she stood up from her bar chair, putting her so close to me her hard nipples brushed against my chest as she put her hands on my upper arms.  She quite suddenly gripped my upper arms tightly, and rammed her knee into my balls, holding it in place once it was there.  Well, it was more like the part of her thigh just above her knee that blasted into my balls.  We were both looking down at her knee wedged between my legs, our foreheads almost touching.  I could feel the smooth, soft skin of her leg on the underside of my hard cock as it lay there on her leg.  It was twitching occasionally because I was so damn horny.

"Fuck Morgan, my nuts..." I groaned.  I was still holding onto the bar with one hand for support, my other hand slightly behind me on the bar height chair's arm.  Despite her thigh continuing to mash my balls into my pelvis, I made no attempt to get away.

"They're crushed nuts now aren't they?" she smiled and her eyes twinkled.  "I guess that makes me a nut cracker!" she laughed.  "You dick is still hard, really hard..." she seemed fascinated with the idea that having my manhood mishandled was a turn on "...I've always liked giving nutshots, all the way back to middle school.  It never occurred to me that there might be men that like taking them."

"Oh?  Think about high school.  Were there any boys that you seemed to be able to always sack tap no matter how well they knew they should protect their balls when you were around?"

Her eyes lit up.  "Oh my god, you're right!  I must have kicked and slapped Brandon's balls hundreds of times in high school and he never seemed to learn.  How did I not put that together?!" she laughed "You know what I did to him once?" she asked, her eyes lighting up.

"What?" I replied, knowing I didn't need to say anything.  

She reached down and grabbed my hard cock with one of her hands, stroking it lightly while she spoke "I was at his house and we were watching TV, he was wearing gym shorts, and I noticed during a sex scene in the movie he got hard.  So I reached over quickly and did this!" and at that point, she grabbed the head of my cock between her thumb and a few fingers and started pinching it really hard while she twisted it.

"Ah fuck my dick nnnnnggggghhhh Morgan oh fuck that hurts..."

"I remember being shocked that he stayed hard.  No matter how much I pinched and twisted his dick just stayed hard.  Like yours right now!" she pinched the head of my cock as hard as she could, twisting it almost three quarters of the way around "The more I hurt your dick, the harder it gets!" she laughed.  She kept my balls flattened with her thigh and continued to hurt my dick for a full minute or more, smiling the whole time she watched her hand mangling the head of my cock.

Then she let go and lowered her knee.  "Maybe you should sit down for a minute?" she asked, running her hands over her breasts, and down her sides to her hips.

"Yeah, that's probably a good idea..." as I sat down in one of the chairs and adjusted myself, Morgan walked over and stood between my legs before I could close them, keeping them spread wide.  My cock was still rock hard.

"Didn't your mother teach you it is impolite to point?" she said, giving my dick a hard slap while she looked right at it.  She giggled "I like how it bounces!" and she gave it another slap.  She took my balls into her hands, rolling them around a bit, so she had one in each hand.  She started to apply pressure.

"Gah, fuck Morgan, my balls..."

"I know!  I'm squeezing them.  I've always wanted to squeeze someone's balls, there just aren't a lot of opportunities, you know?" she smiled and kept increasing the pressure.  I groaned and wiggled in the chair but she had me.  Literally by my balls.  She kept squeezing them, occasionally mashing them against each other while she did, smiling and giggling the whole time.  "Your dick keeps twitching." she observed.

"Unnngg...yeah...ah ah ah...I'm really arrrghhh horny." I managed to get out between grunts.  She shifted her hands so that she had my balls in one hand, her fingers wrapped around the base of my nutsack so my balls were fully inside her little fist, and with the other hand, she started to stroke my throbbing cock.

"I think we should make an agreement.  Now that I know you like this, whenever we're home together, you will be naked so it will be easy for me to bust these balls." she said, squeezing my balls tight in her hand in case I didn't know which balls she meant.  "And I will wear whatever is comfortable for me, whether that's just a pair of boy shorts and nothing else, or my casual clothes.  I've been wearing a lot more clothing around here than I usually do when I'm living by myself.  And I'll start wearing my skimpy bikinis, the ones I usually only wear at the tanning bed, when I'm by the pool.  Oh, and you being naked includes the pool area, since it's fully screened by the bushes.  Deal?" 

"That sounds like I'm going to be insanely horny all the time!" I laughed.

"I mean, I don't want you to stop letting me beat on your cock and balls, so I will reward you with orgasms when you've been a good boy about having your balls busted..." 

"OK, deal!" I said.  I was most certainly thinking with the little head.  

"Yay!" she said, bouncing up and down to make her tits bounce and jiggle.  "Wow, I'm really tired." she let go of my cock and kept squeezing my balls hard.  She leaned down, and pressed her warm lips to the tip of my cock, and gave it a kiss.  "That should give you something to think about when you're jacking off in a few minutes.  Good night!" and with that, she pulled my balls out tight, and punched them hard with her other hand, and headed off to bed.

"Good night, see you tomorrow!" I called after her, watching her ass shake as she walked inside.  I definitely understood what they mean when they say hate to see her go but love to watch her leave.