Iya The Mob Boss Is Never Happy

I was feeling good, I had a wad of cash to pay off the Boss. I placed some bets on the games yesterday, and I hit on all of them. This was the end of it, once I pay Iya off, I don't have to come by her office each night and have her hurt my balls. I've been paying her in bits and pieces, usually a thousand a day, but sometimes more and once less. That time was terrible, she kicked my balls so hard that I couldn't stand. Her henchman, Alex, had to carry me out and give me a ride home.

So, I was feeling pretty good as I drove over to her office at the waste management facility on the edge of town. I greeted Alex as I walked into her waiting room. I'm not saying I was going to miss him, but I did appreciate his carrying me out when things got rough.

"Hey Alex, today is my last day. I'm going to pay off the Boss."

"No shit, I thought for sure that you were going to lose your balls."

Just the way he said it made me shudder. I didn't want to think about it.

"If I were you, I would stay on her good side. No more loans," he advised. "Because she can be fucking brutal, and I'm speaking from experience."

"Wait, she racked you too?"

"More than once. She's not an easy woman to work for."

Holy shit. That never occurred to me. I was about to ask more questions when Iya opened her office door and told me to come in. It's always an experience seeing her. She squeezes her body into the tightest imaginable dresses, and her big breasts always look like they are fighting to escape. I've seen those breasts a few times, they are fucking spectacular. I was going to miss these outfits.

"Hi, Iya! It's good to see you," I said cheerily as I followed her in.

"What? You're here to get your balls kicked, it had better not be good to see me."

"Well, I have some good news. I have the rest of your money."

She turned to look at me, "Really? And how in the world did you manage that?"

"I used my system, I had a good run this weekend."

"You placed bets?"

"Yes, don't worry, I used Mac across town. I won't bet with you anymore."

"Give me the money!" she said angrily. I wasn't sure what the anger was about, but she definitely seemed pissed. I reached into my pocket and pulled out the wad of cash. She snatched it from my hand and threw it on the desk.

"Take off your clothes!" she ordered.

"What? I paid you ..." Her foot surprised me, right between my legs. A perfect strike, and I wasn't at all prepared for it. My knees gave out, and I dropped to the floor of her office.

"I said, take your fucking pants off. Right now."

She was serious. I'd better get moving. I undid my shoes and pants, then slid them off. Next, my boxers and shirt. I managed to sit up on her floor.

"Get the fuck up!"

She reached a hand down and pulled me up. I stood with my hands on my knees. I was still shaky. She really nailed me with that kick. I felt dizzy, and my balls fucking ached. She stepped in close and took my balls in her hand, she dug her fingers into them. I winced as her hand worked over my balls.

"I told you no more betting."

"Yes ... but ..."

She dug her thumb into my left ball. "And what did you do?"

"But ... how else ... ?"

"I don't care." She let go of my balls, and before I could even get a breath, her knee smashed up between my legs. I fell into her, and somehow, once again, my face ended up in her cleavage. It was so soft and beautiful, for just that split second.

"UNNNNNNH!" I grunted as she hit me full force in the balls with her knee. I felt the world closing in on me, an incredible wave of pain as the world went dark.

The next thing I remember is coming to on the floor, my balls ached, and Iya was standing over me. She still looked angry. I was scared of her.

"Iya," I moaned.

"You can call me Boss."

"Boss, what else could I do? You left me no options."

"How do you figure that?"

"I was giving you every penny I had. I don't make enough money to pay you off. I had to take a chance, or you would have destroyed my balls."

"And if it hadn't worked."

"I guess you would take my balls, but if I didn't take a chance you would have taken my balls too."

"I still may."

"I know. They belong to you."

I saw a change in her face, she sat down next to me on the floor. "I guess you have a point. I really didn't leave you a choice." Her hand touched my arm, then she moved it down to my cock and balls. She took my cock in her hand and squeezed, then she gently cupped my balls. "I really gave these a beating, they look about twice their normal size." Her hand felt soft and cool on my aching balls, it felt good. I felt my cock waking up, it wasn't hard, but it was getting there.

"Iya, I'm sorry."

"Sorry for what?"

"For getting you into this mess, I'm sorry I bet your money and lost it."

"Ah, it's okay. It's been fun messing with your balls. I'm going to miss you." Her hand went to my cock, and she ran her fingernails around the edge of my cock head. Then she ran her finger down the underside of my cock. My cock was hard as fuck after that. It popped up as she toyed with it. She leaned forward to look at it, then she bent forward and took it into her mouth. I gasped in surprise. I can't describe how good it felt. Her tongue glided along the shaft of my cock, it was so soft and gentle. And the sucking as her head went up and down my cock brought me to the edge of orgasm in seconds.

"Iya, I'm going to ..." I moaned. Her hand reached for my balls, she cupped them, and gently kneaded them. They still ached, but it all felt so incredible. "I'm ... fuck ..." I moaned as my cock blasted cum into her mouth. She took me deep, I felt the tightness of her throat. "Ohhhhh fuck," I moaned as I shot load after load of cum into her. My hand reached its way up into the front of her dress, and I finally took a handful of breast. It felt so soft in my hand, so perfect.

She sucked me until I was done, then she lifted her head off my cock and looked at me. "I hope that makes up for the beating I gave you today. I'm not sure what got into me." Then she stood up, readjusted her dress, pushed her breasts back in, and walked over to her desk. She took my roll of cash and stuffed it in her desk.

"You can go."

"Um ... Iya ... I mean Boss ..."

"Yes, what is it?"

"Can I come by tomorrow at five?"

"Yes, I suppose. But I may not be so forgiving tomorrow."

"Thank you, Boss."