Miranda Takes My Balls - Chapter 1-5

**Warning:** This is a ***very*** slow burn.

The actual ballbusting begins in **chapter 4**.

This is my first story so any feedback, whether constructive or not, is appreciated.

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**Prologue**

Recently I introduced ballbusting into my relationship. At first, I was super excited to find a beautiful woman willing to indulge in my depraved fantasies. At first, it was a dream come true. However, I've started to worry things have gotten out of hand. Or should I say out of my hands and into hers, considering she's taken complete control in the bedroom. But I suppose it's my fault. I was so preoccupied with fulfilling my fantasies that I never stopped question what kind of fantasies I might awaken in her.

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**Chapter 1:**

From the very first day I met Miranda, I had a feeling she would enjoy ballbusting. It was a Friday night, and I was running late to meet my work buddies, Tyler and Lauren, at this new deep-dish pizza place downtown. When I got to the restaurant, I saw my friends waiting for a table at the bar. As I was maneuvering through the crowd, my heart skipped a beat when I noticed that standing next to Tyler and Lauren was a girl I hadn't met. This mystery woman was the most beautiful thing I had ever seen.

When Tyler saw me approaching, he waved absurdly. Tyler was tall and muscular, with a deep booming voice and dominating personality that exuded masculinity.

"Hey buddy, glad you could make it!" He shouted, louder than necessary, and lifted me off the ground with a big bear hug.

"Thanks man, good to see you too," I said, patting his back as he lowered me back down.

Happy to be on solid ground, I felt someone poking my back. I turned to find sweet little Lauren, smiling eagerly. Lauren was an impossibly cute girl with a tiny frame but surprisingly well-rounded tits and ass for a girl her size. She had a sweet personality that carried an air of playful innocence.

"Hey friend!" She chirped and gave me a tight hug, compressing her soft tits into my chest.

"I'll get you a drink!" Tyler stated confidently. "By the way, this is Miranda, an old friend from college." He motioned to the woman standing next to him.

As I turned to meet this mystery woman, Miranda, my heart started to race. She was a few inches shorter than me yet carried a confidence that made it seem as though she stood firmly at eye level. She had a toned body and wavy hair. She sported black stiletto sandals and tight jeans that hugged the cheeks of her perfectly rounded ass. For her upper half, she wore a low-cut shirt that accentuated her flawless breasts. The shirt was of material so thin you could just make out the shape of her semi-hard nipples. She definitely wasn't wearing a bra. My mouth watered as I gazed longingly at her rack, imagining what her heaving tits would look like painted with my cum.

"Nice to meet you." She said sweetly, breaking me from my trance.

I snapped back to reality, terrified. How long had I been checking her out? I forced my eyes up to her face and saw her smiling mischievously. The kind of smile that said, "I know exactly what you staring looking at, you naughty boy."

Mortified, I looked to her eyes for some comfort. They were beautiful and kind, yet fiercely intelligent. I felt very vulnerable, as though she could read my mind and learn my deepest secrets.

Intimidated, I could barely sputter a response, "Oh, uh, nice to meet you too."

I reached out and shook her hand. Her fingers were soft and delicate but tightened into a surprisingly firm grip. Little did I know that in just a few short months, those same fingers would be wrapped around my ball sack, squeezing mercilessly as I writhed in pain.

After our tantalizing introduction, the night proceeded pleasantly enough. The four of us ate our pizza, The Devil Daddy, and drank craft brews for several hours. Though Miranda and I barely spoke, I couldn't stop myself from admiring every inch of her elegant face and irresistible body. A couple of times, I noticed her gazing at me as well. I wanted her badly. However, it wasn't until the end of the night that Miranda revealed a side of personality that made her irresistible to me.

It happened when we were waiting for the check. Tyler was humble-bragging about his recent gym exploits, and Miranda decided to taunt his ego.

"You know, if you're not careful, I'll have to teach you a lesson about humility," She said, grinning mischievously.

Having had a little too much to drink, Tyler failed to see the humor in her playful tease.

"Yeah right, I'd make you my bitch," he grunted offensively.

Miranda rolled her eyes, "Oh, don't be such a baby, I was just…" she smiled devilishly, "busting your balls."

Lauren covered her mouth and giggled while Tyler, on the other hand, looked away submissively, stunned.

Having brought attention to his balls, Tyler's only physical weakness, she had won. My dick began to stiffen. Never before had I ever seen anyone dominate Tyler in a social context.

I studied Miranda and following her gaze. She eyed Tyler, slowly working her way down his sculpted body and settling on his groin. My boner grew tremendously. Then, out of the blue, she switched from his groin to looking directly at me.

A jolt of fear ran through me, and I felt warmth in my cheeks. Despite this, I held her gaze, refusing to submit by averting my eyes.

A second later, Tyler finally spoke, "Whatever. Sorry I was rude." He said weakly.

Miranda turned and gently patted his head, like a mother comforting a sad child. He didn't react at all, which I thought was strange.

How could someone who typically dominates every conversation suddenly appear so submissive? I realized I knew nothing about Miranda and Tyler's relationship. I knew they weren't dating, but was it possible Miranda's "busting your balls" comment was eluding to something in their past? Perhaps something they had agreed not to discuss in public. The only thing I knew for sure was that deep down, Miranda is a dominatrix, and I was determined to see that side of her.

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**Chapter 2:**

Ever since that night, I couldn't stop thinking about Miranda. "I was just…busting your balls." She had said. I replayed that scene over and over in my mind, even masturbating to it sometimes. She had said it in such a suggestive way; there's no way she meant it as a benign expression, right? I had to find out for sure.

Fortunately, I would eventually get my opportunity because we started hanging out regularly. Usually, we'd grab drinks with Tyler and Lauren, although sometimes we went alone, and when we did, we flirting openly. At some point, she revealed she and Tyler used to date. This surprised me since Tyler had never mentioned it. She told me they broke up years ago, long before I knew Tyler. I hated thinking about anyone fucking Miranda except me, and especially not Tyler, so I didn't press for details. It did, however, make me think back to that "busting your balls" comment at the restaurant, and I was even more certain she was eluding to something in their past.

One night the four of us went for Japanese-style karaoke, the kind where you get a tiny room all to yourselves. Miranda looked stunning as usual. She wore a highly form-fitting red dress that ended at her mid-thigh. Her dress was low-cut and strapless so that her upper breasts were on full display. On her feet, she wore 5-inch black pumps. Our karaoke room was on the second floor, so we took the stairs.

On the way up, I walked directly behind Miranda so that her ass was more or less at eye-level with my face. I couldn't find a panty line, meaning she was either wearing a thong or, better yet, wasn't wearing anything at all. As I surveyed each curve of her rounded ass, her hips swayed seductively as she walked, lulling me into hypnosis. I imagined I was plowing her doggy style and watching her ass jiggle after each thrust. I pictured pulling out at the last second and spewing my load across her back, watching it drip down her ass as she peered back at me and said, "See anything interesting back there?"

Wait, what?

I snapped back into reality and realized Miranda was looking back at me with a knowing expression.

"See anything interesting back there?" She asked again suggestively.

I tried my best to play along, "Uhh, no, nothing interesting back here, why do you ask?"

She smiled and raised an eyebrow, "You pants say otherwise."

I looked down in horror to see an absurd tent in the front of my pants. Oh shit! I quickly move my hands to cover my boner, and I looked back up at her, red-faced and speechless.

She laughed victoriously and turned to continue walking. As we continued down the hall, she reached back gave her ass a quick slap, making it jiggle. My jaw dropped. She glanced back with a naughty expression and gave me a wink. She was taunting me.

When we entered the tiny room, we took our seats on the three black love-seats lining the room's walls. Tyler and Lauren sat on the middle sofa facing the TV. In contrast, Miranda and I sat across from each other on the two remaining couches. Miranda sat modestly with her knees together and her hands on her lap but still looked sexy as hell.

After taking our seats, Tyler immediately ordered two pitchers of beer and some shots while Lauren excitedly queued songs. Both Miranda and I admitted to being terrible singers. Hence, we agreed to drink twice as much to build up the liquid courage to sing. Unsurprisingly, after about an hour, Miranda and I were both quite tipsy. Tyler sang by far the most and was comically oblivious to how terrible a singer he was. He always sang with his eyes closed and belted the lyrics absurdly off-key and out of sync with the track. The first time he sang, Miranda and I shot each other knowing glances, trying our best to stifle our laughter. She looked so cute and innocent, covering her mouth and trying not to laugh.

At one point, I left to go to the bathroom, and Miranda followed. Apparently, she had to go too. After I finished and was on my way back, Miranda surprised me from behind and grabbed my hand. My heart fluttered as we held hands down the hall. She let go just before re-entering the karaoke room and acted as though nothing had happened.

As we entered the room, Tyler and Lauren were both standing at the front, passionately singing along to "We Are the Champions" with their eyes closed. We tip-toped past them to not interrupt the performance and took our seats.

After sitting down, I noticed Miranda's knees were quite as close together as before. After checking to see if she was looking, I snuck a glance up her dress, but unfortunately couldn't see anything. Then, just as I was about to turn away, I noticed her legs slowly moving apart.

At first, I thought she might be readjusting. However, when she didn't stop, and more and more of her smooth thighs were revealed, my heart started fluttering. I watched, captivated as her legs continued to spread far past any normal sitting position. My dick began to harden tremendously the moment I saw the underside of her butt cheeks compressed against the seat cushion. Then, my jaw dropped when I saw she wasn't wearing any panties, and suddenly, her bare pussy came into view.

My dick pulsed as I gazed at her impossibly smooth pussy positioned neatly above her perfect ass. I glanced up at her face again; she still wasn't looking, but she was biting her lip. I smiled, and looked back down, but suddenly her legs snapped closed, and I realized the song had ended. I moved my hands to cover the bulge from my throbbing member. As Tyler and Lauren returned to their seats, Miranda gave them applause. Since my hands were occupied, I opted to provide vocal praise instead. I told them what a beautiful song that was and made sure to look at Miranda as I said the word "beautiful." She blushed and smiled bashfully. She glanced down at my hands, still covering my boner, and giggled to herself. Lauren and Tyler were none the wiser.

As we were leaving the establishment at the end of the night, I mentioned to Miranda how I wasn't tired yet, and she said she wasn't either. This was my chance. I wanted nothing more than to invite her back to my place, but my fear of rejection held me back. We stood in silence, unsure of how to proceed. Then Miranda looked up at me with these pleading puppy dog eyes. It was as though she were silently communicating, "I know you want to invite me back, just do it."

My heart started pounding again. It's now or never. I took a deep breath, and words began spilling out of me like vomit, "Hey, so… wanna come back to my place? Because I have some... some craft brews! They're excellent. Let's see, I think I got some Lagers. I also have some hoppy beers, what are those called again? IPOs? Then again, I haven't put those in the fridge yet..."

"I'd love to!" She yelped, rescuing me from rambling myself into an early stroke.

Relief washed over me like a shiatsu massage. I called us an uber.

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**Chapter 3:**

On the ride home, Miranda laid her head against my chest. Feeling more confident now, I slide my arm around her, and she snuggled close, resting her hand on my thigh.

We hit a bump, and her dress rode up a bit, exposing more of her amazingly smooth thighs. I thought of how she wasn't wearing panties, and that under that dress was her bare pussy. I felt a boner forming in my pants, and it happened to be situated in the same pant leg Miranda was resting her hand on. If she were to move her hand up just a few inches, she'd bump right into my penis. This got me picturing her hand wrapped around my cock, and my boner reached its entire length. I prayed for another bump that would knock her hand into my member.

She started drawing little circles on my thigh with her fingers. I couldn't see much of her face, but I could tell she was smiling. My dick was throbbing, and I started to rock my hips forward. Then, I felt her index finger brush against the head of my cock. Oh my god, she touched it. I was losing my mind. Then, I felt her entire hand slid up the length of my cock and grip my shaft, her fingernails grazing my ball sack. Right then, the car stopped. We were home.

When we got inside, we wasted no time heading to my bedroom. Miranda confidently climbed up on the bed like she owned the place. As I approached the bed, my boner came back with a vengeance. The most beautiful girl I had ever seen was sitting on my bed waiting for me. When I took my place sitting across from her, she gazed at me seductively. Her eyes were communicating a simple yet clear message, "Fuck me."

I leaned in, and we kissed. Her lips felt impossibly soft, and I couldn't stop kissing them. Within a minute, we were full-on making out. I eventually guided her down to the mattress, so she was lying on her back with her legs straddling me. We wrapped our arms around each other and began exploring each other's bodies. I slowly worked my way down the small of her back until I caressed her ass, feeling its curves. I grabbed her ass with both hands and squeezed, and she let out a tiny moan. Meanwhile, her hands explored my chest and arms. My boner was palpable.

We were kissing out more passionately now, and I moved my hands to cup her soft breasts. I kissed her neck and worked my way down her chest, kissing as I went. I tugged her dress down from the top, exposing her nude breasts. I felt the fantastic softness of her bare boob for the first time and relished how they felt extra warm from being trapped in her dress. I squeezed her breasts firmly, and she moaned. I found her nipples and twisted them gently, making them hard. I placed my mouth over her right nipple and sucked. She moaned, louder this time. I gently bit her nipple, and she let out a high-pitched yelp and suddenly slapped my cock. My eyes shot open in surprise, and I looked up at her.

"Naughty boy." She said sultrily, biting her lip.

I watched as both her hands snaked between my legs and found my boner. My heart raced as she started stroking it through my pants.

I pulled her dress further down, stopping just above her pubic mound. She let go of my dick and pulled my body into hers. My boner was now rubbing directly against her pussy, and she began to wriggle back and forth. I couldn't take it anymore. I dismounted her and ferociously unbuttoned my shirt, ripping it off. Simultaneously, she unclasped my belt, ripped it off, and then unzipped my pants and yanked them down. I was now just in my boxer briefs, my boner straining against the thin fabric. Precum oozed through the material, making a visible wet spot on my briefs. Miranda stared at my erection longingly and said, "mmm, you DO like me." She grabbed my cock and rubbed some precum on her finger. She looked at me naughtily and began sucking her finger. When she was done, she pulled it out with a pop and gave me a mischievous smile.

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**Chapter 4:**

I threw her down and yanked her dress the rest of the way off, revealing her clean-shaven pussy. Perfectly smoothed and soaking wet, it was even more breathtaking up close. I was transfixed. I traced my hand from her belly button down to her pussy and felt how wet she was. Miranda watched me with sexual fury in her eyes and suddenly sat up, grabbed my briefs, and yanked them off. She watched with a huge smile as my dick sprung free and bounced up and down. With one hand, she grabbed my raw did and started stroking. With her other hand, she cupped my bare balls. Now I was the one moaning.

I felt a tug on my nuts and almost fell forward. Miranda was pulling me by my balls! Not hard, but enough to get the point across; she wanted me closer. I reached down and touched her pussy once again. She closed her eyes and moaned. I started rubbing her clit, and her grip on my nuts tightened. Then, just as I began to insert my fingers into her pussy, she tilted her head back and moaned, and at the same time, a terrible pain burst from my testicles. In a moment of passion, she had squeezed my nuts, HARD. My whole body jolted, which she must have felt because her eyes shot open, and she released my balls. She pulled her hands away frightenedly as though dropping a loaded gun.

"Oh my god, I'm so sorry! Did I hurt you!?"

"No, not at all!" I lied through clenched teeth, resisting the urge to cover my tender sack.

She was panicking, "I didn't mean to! I totally forgot I was holding your… your package." She continued, frantically, "And when something feels really good to me, I tend to squeeze whatever I'm holding." She looked up at me worriedly with these adorable puppy dog eyes.

"It's not a big deal, really!" I said honestly, "I've had worse, trust me."

Her worried expression started to dissipate, and she raised an eyebrow, "Really?"

I nodded, "You wouldn't believe."

She giggled, "I suppose guys do have to worry about that, I wouldn't know, obviously, but it looks like it hurts!"

My dick was pulsing. "Yeah, it does," I chuckled. "Just curious, though, do you squeeze every guy's nuts on the first date?" I asked jokingly.

She feigned surprise, "Oh my god, no!" Before bursting out laughing.

She continued, "Although, if I'm being honest, this isn't the first time this has happened." She blushed, "I'm just reallyyy sensitive down there, and unfortunately for my past boyfriends, I happen to like playing with balls!"

She glanced down at my nuts with a devious smirk, "Just pray I'm never holding your nuts when I orgasm!" She giggled innocently.

I was beyond horny and decided to press her further, "So, wait, you HAVE to squeeze something when someone's touching your vagina?" I asked with raised eyebrows.

She shot me a playful grin and exclaimed, "Exactly! It's like I need a stress ball, but for pleasure! A pleasure ball, if you will. Or, in your case, TWO pleasure balls!" She burst out laughing.

I nearly choked on my saliva. The girl of my dreams just made not one but two jokes about squeezing my most sensitive organs, which were dangling just inches from her bare pussy. I was immensely turned on, and in a moment of extreme horniness, I exclaimed, "Well, what if I told you I actually liked it!"

Her jaw dropped in surprise, and she stared at me unblinking, searching my face for traces of a joke.

**Chapter 5:**

I tried my best to look composed, but inside, my mind was reeling, "Oh my god, what did you do!? I've never told ANYONE that before! I wonder if I downplayed it enough? What if she tells all her friends I like my nuts squeezed like some kind of freak! What would Tyler say?" I stared down at her, desperately awaiting her reaction.

"Are you serious?" She asked, with a smile forming on her lips.

I nodded.

She glanced down at my throbbing member and shouted with an open-mouth smile, "Oh my god! Look how hard you are!! You ARE kinky!"

I laughed and raised my hands as if to say, "you caught me!"

She gazed back down at my package and seemed to be hatching an idea. A moment later, she looked up with a devilish smile, "Well, if you liked that, I wonder if you'll like this…"

I breathed heavily as both her hands slowly moved between my legs. My heart was beating out of my chest, but I held steady. She brushed my dick to the side and caressed my dangling sack. She cradled my balls, one in each hand. She watched me closely, gauging my reaction. Then her fingers slowly tightened around my nuts like a boa constrictor.

"How's this feel?"

"Good," I moaned.

She increased the pressure, "You're so naughty."

I smiled back at her. As her grip increased, I started to feel a dull pain in the center of each ball. Still, I knew I could take a lot more, so I egged her on, "Oh yeah, and what are you gonna do about it?"

She raised an eyebrow, "You know, you're really not in a position to challenge me." She gave my balls two quick squeezes to make her point, causing me to wince.

After recovered my composure, I stuck out my tongue defiantly.

She rolled her eyes, "Ugh, you boys are all the same. Well, looks like I'm gonna have to teach you a lesson."

And with that, she bored down on my defenseless nuts. The pain increased rapidly. I couldn't hide my pain anymore, with my eyes squinting and my jaw clenched.

Seeing the pain in my face must've empowered her because her smile widened, and she tightened her grip even more. Her fingertips turn inward, and she began kneading my nuts. I groaned with pain. I could feel her fingernails digging into my nutsack, causing the pain to become borderline intolerable. My arms began to shake, and I couldn't get enough air!

Her eyes squinted as she focused solely on applying pressure to my testicles. My balls compressed and flattened under her grip.

"Had enough, big boy?" she asked breathily.

"Pshh" I said through clenched teeth, "Is that all you got?" I soon regretted it.

She shook her head in disbelief and then shrugged indifferently, "Well, it's your fault I pop a ball!" For the first time, a jolt of fear ran through me as I waited to see what she would do next.

She let up on the pressure slightly to readjusted her grip, giving me momentary respite. However, when I realized what she was doing, my stomach dropped. With her fingers, she clasped each nut tightly, preventing any escape, and then placed her thumbs into the center of each ball. My eyes shot open with fear.

She shot me a devilish smile and winked, "Say goodbye to your nuts!"

As soon as she pressed her thumbs into my nuts, I yelped at the new level of pain, but she didn't care. She just kept pushing with all her might, cratering my balls in the center. Somehow my left nut slipped from her grasp, but her thumbnail caught the cord. I let out a primal scream as electric pain shot from my testicle and radiated through my entire body, causing me to convulse. My arms shook violently and gave way, causing me to fall face-first into her chest, which glistened with sweat from the exertion. I buried my face into her tits and screamed. My hands shot to my crotch, and I tried desperately to pry her white-knuckled thumbs from my helpless gonads, but to no avail. I brought my head up to look at her through tear-filled eyes.

She looked at me domineeringly, "Had enough yet, big stud?" She was enjoying the newfound power she wielded.

I couldn't take it anymore. I screamed, "Okay, okay, I give! Please let go!"

"Are you sureeeee?" She asked domineeringly. Drunk with power, she pressed her thumbs deeper into my nut meat, and the pain reached a fever-pitch.

"Please, you're going to crush them!!" I cried as I slapped the mattress furiously. I was sure they could pop at any second.

Suddenly, her expression changed to worry, and she released my balls.

I rolled over to cradle my nearly pulverized reproductive organs in the fetal position. I was shaking from the pain. I carefully moved my hands to examine my nut sack. It was red and swollen, and I could clearly see purple marks where thumbnails had dug into the skin.

She shot upright on the bed and started rubbing my back, "Oh my god! Are you okay!" she asked urgently, "I had no idea I was hurting you THAT badly!"

"It's okay!" I groaned. "It's my fault. I should've told you to stop earlier."

She bit her lip, "Do... do you think they're okay?" Her eyes pressed shut, bracing for the worst-case scenario.

"Uh yeah, I think so. I can't bring myself to touch them, though."

She excited at my predicament, "Maybe I can help!" She gazed at me expectedly.

"Uhh, sure, go ahead." I slowly pulled my hands away, giving her full access to inspect my balls.

Her eyes opened wide when she saw my injured sack, "Oh my god! Look how swollen it is! Poor baby!"

I couldn't help but notice she then glanced at my throbbing boner and smiled.

She reached for my swollen testicles, "Just tell me if it hurts too much, okay?" She placed one hand under my sack to cradling it and gingerly felt for my balls with the other.

I groaned in pain.

"Is it too much?" She asked worriedly.

"No, no, it's fine, keep feeling," I said, grabbing the mattress sheets.

Smiling again, she spoke in a motherly tone, almost like she was talking to a toddler, "There, there, your poor ballsie wallsies took a real good squeezing, didn't they?"

"Oh god yes." I groaned.

She made a pouty face, "Poor baby. Get's his nuts squeezed by a girl half his size." She cooed as she prodded my sack, examining my right nut.

"They hurt so bad, Miranda."

She puffed out her lip, "I bet they do." Then she giggled, "I can't even imagine what it feels like!" She moved on to examining my left nut.

"It's the worst pain imaginable!" I groaned.

She released my balls and smiled sexily, "I'm sure it's not that bad. And don't pretend you don't like it." She said, grabbing my throbbing boner to make her point. "Plus, your balls fine. I checked!" She said proudly. She started stroking my member.

"I do like it. I just need a minute or two to recover, that's all."

She smiled approvingly, "That's a good boy."

She gently patted my head, almost precisely in the same way she had patted Tyler's head at the pizza place months ago.

She looked at me seductively, "I think you deserve a reward."

She flipped her hair to the side and began moving her head towards my penis. My heart raced as she paused just inches from my cock, her warm breath tickling its head. Then I felt her warm lips kiss the tip, causing me to moan. Then I felt her mouth enveloped the head of my cock and slowly slide down my shaft. I groaned in pleasure as her head started to bob up and down on my cock. I winced as she cupped my testicles again. She started making slurping sounds as her speed increased. I placed my hand on the top of her head and gently pressed down. She gagged on my dick but let me push it to the back of her throat. I released her head, and she bobbed up and down again. After a few bobs, I pushed her down again and could feel warm lips against my ball sack. She gagged once more. Her head shot up from my dick, and she gasped for air.

Still breathing heavily, she looked at me with sexual fury in her eyes, grabbing my cock as she swung her leg over my body, facing me. Holding it steady, she hovered over my dick.

"Tell me how badly you want this pussy." She asked in a dominant tone.

"So bad, baby."

"Tell me what you would do for this tight pussy."

"I would do anything for your pussy!"

"Anything?" She smiled deviously, "Are you sure?"

"YES!" I shouted. She had total control over me.

"Good boy." She said sultrily as her pussy lips spread around my cock as she lowered herself onto me. We moaned together.

She placed one hand on my chest and the other on my thigh to steady herself. She looked at me smiling, "Now, don't you move a muscle." She closed her eyes and began riding me.

I gaped open-mouthed at the breathtaking sight before me. Her perfect tits were bouncing as she fucked. I traced my eyes down her toned abdomen, past her smooth pubic mound, and to her sopping wet pussy stretching around my cock.

I grabbed her tits roughly. Her eyes shot open, and she looked down at me with a mischievous smile, continuing to ride me. I watched as her hand disappeared behind her back and slapped my ball sack, send a jolt of pain through my body.

"I said no touching!" She teased sternly. Her hair fell in front of her face, and she started fucking me at twice the speed as before.

I squeezed her tits again. She slapped my balls brutally, causing me to yelp in pain. She looked at me sternly, "Am I gonna have to teach you another lesson?" I felt another slap on my nuts. We both moaned, her from pleasure, me from pain.

I pressed my luck again, "Yeah, baby, teach me a lesson!"

She smiled, "Okay big boy, have it your way." Her fucking slowed to a stop. She lifted off my cock and swung around, so I was facing her ass, and then lowered herself onto me again. She leaned all the way forward, causing her ass to spread and giving me a breathtaking view of her little pink asshole. I moaned with pleasure. Then she sat back up, placed one hand on my chest to steady herself, and leaned back to exposing my balls. SLAP! I yelled as pain shot through me.

"You've been a bad boy!" She said breathily and started riding me again.

I reached up and grabbed a handful of her smooth ass with both hands and squeezed. She moaned in pleasure. SLAP! I felt my nutsack tighten to avoid her punishment. Feeling bold, I slapped her ass.

She looked over her shoulder, "You're in for a real treat!" She said excitedly. "Remember when I said you'd better pray I'm never holding your balls when I cum?" She smiled wickedly, "Well, right now, I'm pretty close to cumming!" I felt her grabbed my balls roughly as she turned away and continued her riding.

I was terrified but was pretty close to cumming myself, and I wouldn't dare interrupt Miranda while she's fucking. She started speeding up even faster now, with her hair flying this way and that, and she began moaning heavily.

Her grip tightened on my testicles, causing me to scream. Her head fell forward, and she began to bore down on my balls again. Fear rang through me as I realized she was about to cum. I desperately tried to buck her off, but she rode me like a bucking bronco.

I screamed in agony, "OH GOD, please let go!!"

But it was too late; I didn't exist anymore. All that existed was the orgasm that was about to overtake her. I watched helplessly as her legs started to spasm, and she began screaming in ecstasy. White pain shot through my nutsack, and I started seeing flashing lights.

Despite the unimaginable pain, I started to feel a familiar sensation gathering in my loins and realized I was about to cum in her. I bucked harder for her to get off.

"I'm gonna cum!" I screeched as I grabbed her ass and held on tight.

"Cum in me!" She screamed without looking back. "Cum in my daddy! Please cum in me!"

All of a sudden, the pain in my balls faded away, and my legs spasmed rhythmically with her fucking. Finally, warmth travel from my balls to my penis, and then I shot my load deep into her waiting cunt, letting out a primal moan. Pulse after pulse of hot cum shot into her pussy. It seemed like I was emptying gallons of hot semen into her, as though she were literally squeezing the cum out of my balls. I had never cum so hard in my life.

Her fucking slowed as I finished my orgasm. Finally, she released my balls and started lifting off my cock. As she lifted from my dick, an absolute bucket of cum drip flowed from her pussy, drenching my cock and balls. Miranda gasped when she saw an absurd amount of cum leaking from her pussy. She looked back at me with a shocked expression, and we both started laughing. She turned her whole body around and laid next to me with one leg stretched across mine, pressing her sticky pussy against my thigh. Now that the orgasm was over, the pain slowly returned to my absolutely wrecked balls. I began writhing around in pain, groaning.

Ignoring my groans, she shivered in pleasure and sighed, "That was something else."

I was in total agony, but I had to agree, that was the best fuck of my life.

She looked up at me, grinning ear-to-ear, "I bet your nuts hurt pretty bad, don't they?"

"You could say that," I said with a clenched jaw.

Delighted with my answer, she clapped her hands and spoke gleefully, "Would you say this is the worst pain you've ever felt?"

"This is by far the worst pain I've ever felt."

She jumped up on her hands and knees and looked down at me with an enormous smile, "Oh yay! I'm so honored!" She giggled, "And don't worry; your nuts are still there. I checked before I hopped off that amazing cock of yours."

"Oh thank god," I said genuinely.

She looked at me seductively, "That was one of the best fucks I've ever had, and I can honestly say, I reallyyy like squeezing your nuts!"

"Yeah, yeah, I liked that too," I said breathlessly. "Wait, what do you mean ONE of the best fucks of your life?" Not understanding how any fuck could be better than that?

She ignored me, "I mean, you're a decently strong guy and could definitely take me in a fight… if you didn't have nuts!" She burst out giggling.

Then she got quiet and laid back down, deep in thought.

"So you really liked squeezing my balls, huh?" I asked.

She took a moment to think, then looked up with a domineering smile, "Let me put it this way, when I've got you by the balls, I feel like I have total control over you." She said a matter of fact.

I began to feel a little uneasy. But I my dick start to get hard again.

Then she cupped my balls, causing me to wince. "It's not every day a guy gives you the power to end his sex life and future baby-making abilities." Her grip tightened.

I felt a jolt of primal fear run through me.

However, I glanced down and saw my dick pointing straight in the air, hard as a rock. Why would talking about ending my sex life give me such a raging boner? It makes no sense!

I watched as her hand released my balls and grasped my throbbing member. "I know you like it too when I'm in control. Don't you?" She gave my boner a little squeeze.

My heart was beating out of my chest. "Yes, I do like it," I answered submissively.

She released my dick and giggled, "I knew it!"

She opened her mouth to say something else but stopped herself. She looked conflicted, as though debated whether to say it. After a moment, she laid back down, saving whatever thought she had for another time.

She caressed testicles. I winced but didn't dare move. Slowly she drifted to sleep, cupping my balls, almost as though they were hers.

**To Be Continued.**