Laissez les bons temps rouler! Part 2

It took longer than 2 minutes, to be able to scrape myself up from the cold floor. My nuts ached, I wanted to vomit, and I to be honest, I’d never seen my wife so,… so viscous. Deep down I knew it was a game, but my jewels felt horrible. Every move just caused more pain, and I had never done this before. Wasn’t sure how much they could take, or how long it would take for them to be healed. “**Bitch, I’m waiting, and dinner’s getting cold.**” I limped into the room, and I could see she was clearly pissed, as she first looked down to see me still clothed, a small wet spot on my pants, then to my empty hand, then down at her exposed pussy. She was still sitting on the toilet, having expected me to come her, tongue ready, but,… I hadn’t.

“**Did I not tell you, slave, to approach me naked, with a special toy, and that you would be cleaning this**” as she reached down between her open legs, and rubbed herself, “**after I was done taking a piss. You did such a great job earlier, I decided to wipe it off once first, but this is NOT ACCEPTABLE!”** Suddenly she calmed down, a bit, looking down to my hands still cradling my nuts. “**They hurt, huh, babe?**”

I nodded yes, and began to try to speak “**Yah,…**” but was cut off. “**It’s ok. I know those balls are pathetic. But you can’t help what you were born with. Still, … that’s not my fault. Who knows, maybe if your dick was bigger it might have protected them a little more? So, I’m going to punish you. One new rule and one extra “crack!”. But, since you did really good earlier, I’ll let you choose.**” She still sat on the toilet, her glorious vagina still open and inviting, and she held up one fist. “**The rule will come first. And you will obey it. But, before I tell you, I want you to choose the form of your destructor.**”, first pointing to her sexy foot, then patting her knee, and finally pointing to her closed fist. For some reason the thought of a marsh mellow came to mind, and I considered saying something snarky, but then I noticed her fist open slightly, and she began to shake it rhythmically up and down, as if insinuating jerking me off. I just nodded my head.

“**Good. I kind of hoped you would go with my hand. But, here is the rule. You are no longer allowed to cover your nuts after I beat them. I don’t care if I break them. I don’t care if I explode them in your little sack, and I’m sure I will by morning. You hands, no touchy ‘my’ nuts.**”, as she then motioned for me to come closer. She reach down and tore off my shoes, then undid and removed my pants, then my shirt. Motioning for the socks and undies too, I did, and then she waved her hand as if performing some magic spell for me to spread my legs.

My cock was throbbing, unsure if it was meant to be hard or soft, while my balls just hung there, both defenseless and inviting. She smiled, and bent forward to lick the tip of my dick, removing the precum. Then she encircled her hand around the shaft, enjoying the feeling of it growing erect inside of her. “**You have such a beautiful penis**” she said softly. “**No, really. I really love it. It’s just perfect.**” It’s not that I didn’t believe her, and she had said things like this before, but something just felt off, as she began to stroke it once it had become a solid iron rod. I closed my eyes, and she used her other hand to cup my balls, twisting my shaft slightly with each pull, she began to describe in raunchy detail how it felt inside of her and what she wanted to do with it so that I became lost in her soft, Hispanic, feminine voice as well as the pleasure she was so freely offering.

And it was then that I felt her small hand, the one that had been cupping and massage my balls suddenly clinch around them, forming a full circle at the base of my scrotum and pushing them violently down. “**Crack!**” she shouted, as suddenly her fist flew and connected with my trapped balls. She held so tightly onto my scrotum, that they did not slip past her fingers as she punched them dead on. My knees buckles, my legs gave out, but she didn’t let slip my manhood. Instead, she forcefully, lowered me down to my knees, intentionally keeping her grip so that I couldn’t cover them up. I tried, and batted my hand away, snarling “**Remember the golden rule, highlander! Do it again and I’ll put your nuts under the toilet seat and slam it down.**”

They hurt like hell, but her ring had really jabbed my left testicle, making the scrotum bleed slightly, but causing it to swell and bruise nearly instantly. “**Here’s the deal, slave. I don’t care how pretty ‘that thing’ is, or how much little raisons hurt. You are here to lick my pussy, and I am sick of waiting. Keep your legs spread, unless you really want to piss me off.**” My face was shoved into her crotch. I could smell the urine in the bowl, but all I could really think about was my busted plums. She shoved her pelvis forward, that perfect, beautiful pussy closing on my face. My mouth, my nose, my lips, all engulfed within hers. She started moaning loudly. Normally she didn’t except when at the actual moment, but now she was a queen who gave no fucks. She rotated her pelvis up and down, thrusting herself onto me. She raised up one leg and put it over my shoulder to better open her ladyhood to my tongue. “**Make me cum…**” she whispered “**…or I take the right one**”. She was getting more violent as she smashed her pussy onto my face, and I could no longer tell which way to lap, so it went into different directions, but always seems to hit something right.

She started to close her legs around my head then quickly releasing them, and her cunt was practically dripping. Then something slammed into my crotch. Mostly missing, but still causing my nuts to sting. She had grabbed one of her shoes, and apparently hid it behind the toilet, now using it as a club between my spread legs. She waited a bit then swung, causing me to “**Uummm!**” It seemed that caused even more pressure on her clit, and the vibrations of my cry of pain caused significant pleasure, she slammed the show into my balls again, the mustering the shambled voice as her orgasm was closing “**Do it again.**” SLAM “**Again! Keeeeep doing that!**” SLAM! SLAM! SLAM!

My hand grabbed her ass and squeezed tight. She obviously loved it, but the pain was so bad I had to grab something. She continued to moan louder, intentionally rubbing in how good her pussy felt while my balls were shattered. She leaned forward to whisper again in my ear, “**Babe, I’m so close. I need you to really give it all you got…**” I had hoped to get her there fast, and save my nuts, but before I could even refocus my thoughts on using my tongue, I was hit again square in the jewels. Both got smashed, and the shoe didn’t retract, but kept pushing upward. As soon as it did, her other leg came up, wrapping around my other shoulder and my face was pushed further into her crotch like some alien monster stuffing a victim inside of it’s horrid mouth, I was engulfed into her slit. Her juices were everywhere and tasted absolutely amazing. I couldn’t even react but to cry “**My balls. My balls.**” Over and over, but my mouth was suctioned to her cunt. My muffled voice sent her over the edge, and she began shaking uncontrollable.

Riding the wave of frenzy, she crushed my head between hew thighs and refused to let go until she was released from the moment of female bliss. I had never seen her cum like that, and then she just flopped down to the floor. She lay there, naked, covered in juices, simply smiling and breathing. She said nothing, looked into nothingness, and made no efforts to cover herself.

Once she had regained most of her mental faculties, she rolled over to be near me. I was of course laying down fetal. Her pussy fluids and cum all over my face, but that was the least of my concerns. She looked into my eyes with such loving softness that she began to cry a bit, then struggled to pull herself closer to me. For a long time she said nothing, as we just held each other, before she broke the silence with “**My husband, I love you so much. You are so wonderful, and so good to me.**” I told her the same, and that despite my testes hurting so badly, that this was amazing. I loved that she had had the courage to do this, and that she had taken the initiative to make this night so interesting. She examined my balls to make sure they had not actually ruptured, and cleaned the small cut her ring had made. She very gently rubbed them afterwards, though the night was far from done, helping my nuts to feel a little better until she was ready to cum for her second, and then third time. She got up to urinate again, joking that she should just do it into my mouth, and then brought me an ice pack, to which she held up to and cradled my balls, sometimes whispering something in ‘mexican’ into my ear that sounded extremely sexy, but as I didn’t speak Spanish, I could only assume was hints at her twisted desires for the remained of the night…

Part 3 to follow...