Home Early (Her PoV 1) <No actual BB>
The douche at the drive thru had been a total asshat, acting like it was her fault he couldn’t read the damn sign. Biden’s America had been leading to mass shortages of beef and chicken, which most meant most establishments ran the gauntlet week by week of running low on one or the other every other month or so.
“**No, I said I wanted four BEEF chimichangas. No’ chick’n. . .**” he screamed into the speaker, but she could just make out the follow up “**~~bitch~~** **~~must be retarded.~~**” Digging deep, she maintained a mystique of professionalism, “**Sir, we currently are completely out of beef. I can give you chicken or pork, vegetarian, if you would like, and throw in a special discount if you would. . .** ” as she was suddenly cut off by “**I said BEEF, hoe! How is this so hard!**”
She shrugged, before putting the headset down and reporting to her manager that there was another young needledick cuntbag coming through. Her manager rather enjoyed verbally ripping those assholes apart, often flipping the switch so the kitchen staff could all hear. *Fuck ‘em, she didn’t need their money.*
She finished up her shift, and clocked out, having planned on a nice supper and getting her some tonight, but something special. A few weeks ago, she had gotten on her man’s computer, and accidentally stumbled upon some rather naughty content. At first she was disgusted, unable to comprehend how a guy could want to be tortured like that. She had kicked a kid in the privates once as a girl, and he was down for over an hour. He had vomited and cried, and begged the heavens for the pain to go away.
She also saw pictures of outfits, “toys” she didn’t know existed, and stories that must have destroyed a man’s boy-parts like grapes under a shoe, (*that’s an interesting idea…. save for later*), and all sorts of things that simply couldn’t be real.
She had been disturbed by the whole thing, but something that she had really liked is the outfits of different women he had saved, and just a little bit the fantasy of being able to just take out her aggressions on a pair of completely defenseless testicles. Besides, from what she had experienced, one solid soccer kick would be enough and after he stopped crying his eyes out, (*they always said “my balls, my balls”*), maybe he could go down on her. He was great at that. He could eat pussy and he could cook. What else could a lady want?
She had managed to work out getting off early tonight so that she could get all set up before he got home. Her outfit had arrived a few days ago, and it fit just perfect. She parked her car at a neighbor’s so he wouldn’t suspect, went inside, and quickly jumped into the bath, before unfurling herself in her new getup. She knew he wasn’t a tits-man, but the way they pushed hers up and out was just amazing. And the boots. . .Her last step was to get onto his computer again, and gather a few ideas from his own naughty stories, and get herself mentally prepared to bust the fuck out of his fantasy. It would take a lot for her to get into the Badass Bitch persona, a mindset of actively, purposefully field-goaling her beloved husband in his weakest area, a part she was particularly fond of.
Last Christmas he had gotten her a little vibrating toy that went inside her, but she had never used it. It was supposed to help her get herself ready, but she had never really needed it, and well he just felt better inside her. But, what the hell, all the stories talked about pussies being so wet from beating weak-ass balls that the practically gushed when the girl(s) sat on his face, and she was kind of turned on by the idea of playing with his man bits while he was stuffed under her vajay-jay.
She began to feel the little vibrating toy hitting just the right spot as she imagined to smacking his nuts, imagining it was his tongue reaching up that far into her. She remembered a video a co-worker had shown her of some joke gone wrong involving an uncooked and a hard boiled egg, and imagined, just for a second that the exploding egg was his balls as a preliminary wave started to roll through her, starting at her pussy walls and spreading out to the rest of her body. She closed her legs, an odd, involuntary reaction to a coming orgasm, but her thoughts where on him masterfully utilizing his mouth, no his entire face on her pussy as she stood on his nuts. Another, and then another wave hit her, as she madly searched the laptop looking for that orgasm scene he had typed. So close, the waves coming at her randomly, but each was as if calling out "Polo", leading her closer and closer, and closer to that right spot which would let everything out,...
And then she heard the front door open....
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Continues in [Home Early Intro](https://www.reddit.com/r/BallbustingStories/comments/rme0zl/home_early_intro/) then onto [His Side Part 1](https://www.reddit.com/r/BallbustingStories/comments/rnbf22/home_early_part_1/)