Earning her body

"I wanna play a game," she whispered. Her eyes sparkled with mischief. He glanced at the Xbox, but she clearly had other ideas. She swarmed up to him and looped her arms around his torso. Her petite face tilted back to invite a kiss. When their lips met, his eyes drifted shut in pleasure. One of her hands snaked down to cup the bulging package between his legs.

He couldn't believe he was lucky enough to be hooking up with his dream girl. It was only their third date, but he was already hooked. She had let him see her tits and eat her pussy on the first date, but no more. He had to wait a whole week for another date to wet his wick in the most premium sheath he had ever felt. Now, a week later, he was aching for more - he hadn't ever jerked off in the interim, not wanting to spoil the pleasure of her body. Already his erection was straining against his pants, eager for what came next.

She broke away from the kiss, still groping his groin. "You know they say this is a guy's biggest weakness." Her smile was playful and her eyes dark - she knew she was the one in control. He shivered in anticipation. "Are you weak?"

"It's my biggest weakness with you," he told her. "I can't get enough." He tried to resume the kiss, but she turned her head. Instead, he kissed her neck, which she only briefly accepted.

She patted his bulge, softly at first, then harder. He winced and tried to move her hand away, his eyes staring askance into hers.

"I want to see how tough you are." A beat, then: "Take your pants off."

He shivered again, this time with trepidation as much as excitement. But the hottest girl he had ever seen had just told him to get naked - his pants were on the floor long before his mind had time to think better of it.

Her mouth hungrily met his, and for a moment he was swept up in her intensity. His erection swelled between them, rubbing against the fabric of each of their shirts. Her hands were massaging his balls. "Show me how strong you are and I'll let you fuck me. Earn your place inside me." His cock bobbed at the thought - he wanted to earn her. Tentatively, he nodded.

The first slap was gentle, nothing more than a soft pat. He jumped dramatically, more in surprise than anything, and then immediately flushed at his overreaction. She chuckled with her mouth still pressed to his. "We're just getting started," she spoke into their kiss. Another soft pat, this one a little harder but still painless. Another startled jump from him, another chuckle from her.

Three sharp pats in a row, each one increasing in intensity, finally sent some pain through his groin. The heat swelled in his sack and rose up into his stomach. He froze mid-kiss to process the sensation. All the while she dotted his mouth with kisses and massaged his scrotum.

"You think you could take five like that without your knees buckling?" Her voice was so velvety with arousal that she almost sounded like a cat purring. Before he had a chance to respond, her palm struck from beneath, a direct hit distributed between both balls.

His knees didn't buckle, but his torso did. He collapsed against her, mouth set in a hard line. The skin under his scrotum stung and a hard pit of pain settled behind his pelvis. She slapped again, and this time he could suppress the noise - a grunt of pain as flesh met flesh.

"There's two..." she mused. Now her hand gripped, shaping his sack like bread dough. At first it soothed away the ache a bit, but then her grip tightened. She held the stalk of his ballskin until the meat was squeezed and bulging. A light tug downward pulled him into a desperate squat as he tried to avoid the pressure.

He wasn't expecting another smack while he was squatting, although he should have - he was vulnerable and exposed, thighs open to reveal the jewels, sack tight so she could get a bullseye on her targets. He jerked in her hand when the hit landed, a direct impact to the screaming nerve in his groin. She released him and he cupped his balls to soothe them, his breathing heavy.

She kissed him softly, like an apology, and then far too soon she shooed his hands away from his own sex. "You want to fuck me, don't you?" she teased. "Just two more and you get to feel my pussy again. Seems like something's impatient for that..."

It was true - despite the ache in his balls, there was no denying his rock-hard cock. He glanced down and even saw a sparkling drip of precum oozing from the tip. Nervously, he dared to glance past his shaft at his balls, which now pulsated with pain. They looked completely normal, no bruising, no swelling.

He could do two more smacks. For her, he could do it.

She kissed him again fully, her tongue pressing against his. Between his legs, her hands fondled his balls. When her palm landed, the hit was harder than the others. He grunted and leaned into her at the impact, back rounded for protection. His hands rushed back in to soothe himself, but she blocked him. "Hands off." Her voice was now authoritative - he had no choice but to obey. He found a place to rest his hands on her shoulders.

The final strike was hardest of all, a stinging slap that left his sack jiggling loose. He bellowed and closed his legs, but there was nothing more he could do to quiet the agony - she held her hands on top of his to keep them away. All he could do was shudder as the heat gradually flowed out of his nutsack.

"Fuck me," she hissed as soon as he'd recovered enough to stand straight. In an instant, she was bent over the sofa. She lifted her skirt and pulled her panties to her knees to reveal her glistening slit, wet from the excitement of hitting his balls. He didn't have to be asked twice, and when he slid inside, he almost came on the spot from the delicious combination of the pain in his testes and the silky squeeze of her inner folds.

He held out, though, fucking her until her back arched and she threw her head back in ecstasy. A shock of pain shot through his sack on every in-stroke when his balls hit her mound, reminding him what he had to do to earn the right to fuck her. The thought only made him more feral.

"Fuck, I'm gonna cum," he finally said. Like lightning, she reached back and gripped his balls with a shockingly fierce grip. He whimpered at the sudden pain that lanced through him and shot his load into her. His balls pulsed desperately in her clutches as they struggled to empty themselves.

He collapsed on the couch, balls aching and cock deflating. She curled up beside him, suddenly soft and gentle once again, caressing his body and dotting tender kisses over his cheeks. "That was so fucking hot," she murmured.

He chuckled ruefully. "Yeah it was."

A silence. More kisses, more touches. And then, "I think you'll have to get through ten the next time you want to fuck me."