My Daughter's Hot Friend Wants My Balls

"Hi, Mr. Michaels," Margot said as she basically danced into my house. Her big tits swung, braless, in her thin tank top as she walked.

"Hi Margot, Eliza is upstairs in her room."

"Okay, thanks." Margot walked through our living room, and I turned to watch. It's like watching a symphony, everything working together perfectly in unison. Her ass swinging, those hips moving, her long legs striding. All of it, just perfect. She nearly floated up the stairs to see my daughter, Eliza.

Damn, I miss being young. If I were Margot's age, I would do everything in my power to get into her pants. But I'm not, I'm twenty or more years older. Oh well, at least I get to watch her when she's over. I walked off to the kitchen and enjoyed the recent memory of Margot ass going up the stairs.

I was fixing a snack and getting ready to watch a ball game. I had a banana in my hand and was peeling it when Margot came walking into the kitchen.

"Hi again, Mr. Michaels. I came for a glass of water."

"Oh, sure, help yourself, Margot."

I glanced out of the corner of my eye as she reached up for a glass. The side of her breast showed as she reached up into the cabinet, fucking perfect. I watched her walk over to the sink and fill her cup with water, but the best moment happened when she reached down into the freezer for some ice. The cheeks of her ass poked out the bottom of her tiny shorts, and my cock immediately got hard as I thought about pushing it between those cheeks.

She turned back to look at me, and she glanced down at my shorts.

"Do you have an erection?" she asked with a smile. Her eyes seemed to light up, as though she was happy about it.

"I ... uh ... yes. Sorry, Margot, but you are so young and pretty."

"You're sweet."

She smiled as she spoke, she didn't seem angry at all. She walked up to me, and her hand brushed against my shorts. My erection pushed back as her hand cupped my cock and balls.

"You're kind of cute, too," she said. Her smile seemed to light up the kitchen, but all I could think about was her hand on my cock, just gently rubbing it. I felt so hard, I felt like I was going to cum. Her hand moved around on my cock, she found my balls and she squeezed them through my pants. I moaned softly, it felt so good, though I was suddenly a little nervous.

"I'll make you a deal, Mr. Michaels," she said seductively.

"Yes," I answered slowly. At that point, I would say yes to almost anything.

"If you let me squeeze your balls, I'll suck your cock." Her hand moved around on my balls, squeezing them in her fingers.

"Oh, I don't think we should do that," I said quickly. Suddenly coming back to my senses. I mean, fuck, she's my daughter's age, only nineteen.

She looked over at the half-peeled banana resting on my plate, she picked it up and held it up to her mouth. She pushed it in, deeper and deeper, until most of the banana was in her mouth. It had to be pushing down her throat. I gulped as I watched. She slowly brought it back out, then kissed the end of it.

"So, are you sure you don't want to make a little trade with me?"

"Uh ... I do ... but it seems like a bad idea."

"It seems like a fun idea to me."

"Okay," I said, giving in quickly before she changed her mind. It's amazing how I completely forgot about everything else. Like the fact that my daughter is upstairs. I didn't care. I wanted to see my cock go down that throat, and if my balls had to get squeezed, well then, they were in trouble.

I didn't get much more time to think about it. Margot undid the button on my shorts and yanked them down. I kicked them and my boxers off.

"What nice balls you have," she said as she reached for them and cupped them.

"What are you going to do to me?"

"I'm just going to squeeze your balls for a little while. It gets me hot to dominate guys. Especially older ones."

Her fingers tightened on my balls. My cock didn't mind, it was completely hard. I felt a rush of pain as her grip tightened. I looked down to see my testicles squeezing out between her fingers. The pain was getting worse and worse.

"Margot ... my balls," I groaned.

"Mr. Michaels, I want you to take it for me. You can do it. You're making me so hot, I can't wait to suck your big, hard cock."

Fuck. I wanted to be strong for her, and I could barely wait to have my cock sucked, but fuck, it hurt. I steeled myself and held my breath as she worked my balls over. I tried to get a look down her top. I could see just the top of her breasts as she leaned in towards me. I tried to think about those breasts and ignore the intense pain from my balls.

I felt sweat break out on my brow, and my knees began to shake. I leaned into Margot, just barely able to stay standing. She eased up her grip on my balls, then ran her hand along the underside of my hard cock. She wrapped her fingers around it and squeezed.

"OH!" I moaned loudly as my cock suddenly throbbed in her hand. I shot a rope of cum onto the kitchen floor. She gripped my cock tightly and slowly jerked me as I shot one rope after another of cum onto the floor. My entire body seemed to tighten and then release with each spurt of cum. It was the most intense orgasm of my life, it felt incredible.

As the last drops of cum dripped from my cock, Margot knelt down in front of me. She looked at my cock and balls, then glanced up at me.

"Too bad you came, I was looking forward to sucking your cock."

She opened her mouth and sucked my cock in. I managed one more convulsion and shot a tiny spurt of cum into her soft, wet mouth. She pulled back and made a popping sound as my cock slipped out of her mouth.

"That was fun, we'll have to do it again," she said, and she walked out of the kitchen with her glass of water.

Holy fuck.