Coworker cracks (my) eggs

My manager at work is a cute little Asian woman. Her name is Amy. In her mid-thirties you’d think she was in her twenties cus, as she says, Asians don’t raisin. Shes short, with reddish black hair, and irresistible curves. Her bust was eye catching even fully covered. Her waist was slim and her ass thicc. She rarely wore revealing clothes, but she almost always wore skin tight clothing. Lots of turtle necks so tight I could see her tits pushing out of her bra.

Her personality was very cutesy. She had this oddly boundless energy, spoke softly, loves snacks, and was easily excitable. She was a bit of a pushover but she could also be very cold. Something she undoubtedly got from her strict parents who had high hopes of her becoming a doctor.

Working with her was torture. Since the day we started working together I wanted to fuck her. But she wasn’t interested. Her alluring figure, and sweet personality weren’t the only thing that egged me on. She was also very handsy. She was constantly touching me. Rubbing my shoulders, patting my back, patting my thighs, pressing up against me.

More times than I can count she’d sit next to me and lean into me while she corrected something on my computer. I could feel her voluptuous tits pressing into me. I really thought she was into me, but she does it to everyone. We started hanging out a lot after work, and she basically told me I’m too young for her.

Another point to drive me mad for her, she is very comfortable being touched. Out of my lustful desire, I would touch her any chance I got. And man, believe me when I tell you, she is smoother than a baby’s bottom. She told me she naturally has no body hair. Running my hand up her arm or her ankles (she wears a lot of rolled up pants) is on its own almost orgasmic. Since she told me she was naturally hairless, I have been dying to know if that goes for everywhere down below.

Despite my barely manageable lust for her, nothing has ever happened between us. So I had no idea if she was into ballbusting or not. Recently though, something happened.

It was a few weeks after Easter. The office still had Easter candy. Those little Cadbury chocolate eggs. The ones with the hard crunchy shell, solid chocolate in the middle. Amy grabbed a bag and sat across from me at her desk. She pulled out one of the eggs. This was nothing strange, she had eaten many in the last few weeks. I stood up to go talk to someone, when instead of popping the egg into her mouth, she squeezed it between her index and thumb.

“What are you doing?”She looked up at me. Her head was around my waist level.
“I want to crack it.” And she looked back at the egg intently. At that moment I realized the eggs were roughly the shape and size of a testicle.

I was immediately overcome with desire. My breath was shallow and all I could do was stare as she crushed the egg. I knew I was into ballbusting already, and I wanted more than anything for that egg to be my nut.

It didn’t take long before the shell of the egg split down the middle and she smiled to herself, giggling. She stuck out her tongue instinctively as she continued to crush the little egg. I wanted to see her keep pressing until it cracked all the way through.

She looked up at me still giggly from her success. I was staring awkwardly. She looked at me expectantly, thinking I had something to say. My cock was growing rapidly in my pants. I briskly turned and made my way to the bathroom.

Fuck, that was too much. All the inadvertent teasing, petting, and tight clothing and now this? It was too much. I needed to have her. I needed to have her bust my balls.

I waited until my dick calmed down and went back to our office space. She and I sit in a fairly secluded part of the office. No one was really around that could hear us or see us.

Today was my lucky day. She was wearing a more revealing shirt. It was a long sleeve but there was a strange neckline. It didn’t outright reveal her cleavage, but at some angles, and if she leaned over at all, you got a delicious eyeful. That would make this more fun.

I came up behind her seat. Our office had the worst chairs, only half backs. Leaning over I wrapped my arms around her, under her arms. Her boobs were pressing against my biceps. I placed my head next to hers and took over her keyboard and mouse. Even for us, this was more touchy than we normally got.

“Hey, what are you doing?” She protested.

“I have something to show you.” I navigated to our work files, selected a few, and deleted them.

“What are you doing!? We need thooose”

“Do we?” I continued deleting files while I kept her in her seat in my embrace. I had a great view of her tits bouncing around as she batted at my hands and tried to take back over.

I didn’t delete many files before she slammed her head into mine and shoved her chair back. The back of her chair smacked my hardening cock. I let go and staggered back against the empty desk behind her.

She whirled around with a deadly cold look in her eyes.

“Why did you do that.” It was a command, not a question. I looked her in the eyes, before smiling, and looking at her tits. In response I stepped forward and started fondling her boobs. It felt amazing.

Her jaw dropped and her face turned with anger and disbelief. I was relying on womanly instinct to get things going.

I only got to squeeze her boobs once or twice a piece, before she was filled with determination and shot her knee straight up into my balls. The pain was immense. She drove up with a vengeance. I felt my little nuts roll against my pelvic bone. I wanted to vomit, but watching her tits nearly launch from her shirt made it easier to handle the pain.

My body instantly slackened and she pushed me back off of her against the desk again.

“Why did you do that?” She walked up to me. I kept my eyes down on the floor holding my nuts.

She forced my head up to look at her.

“What was all of that? Tell me. Before I go to HR.” I knew this was a make or break moment.

I leaned forward, gripped her hips, and went in for a kiss. She was stunned. She didn’t resist. At least at first. After a second or two she brought her fist down like a hammer against my balls. The pain pushed me off of her and I fully sat on the desk behind me.

My fully erect cock was obvious against my pants. She was completely in shock staring at my large member. She seemed very confused.

“I thought you liked cracking eggs.” I joked through a strained tone.

She looked back up at me. And her face softened a little. She stepped closer, and felt around my crotch until she found my testicles. Her hands are so small. Her index finger is the size of my pinky. She started to squeeze. The pain was like a fire. I hunched over placing my hand on her shoulder. I had a great view of her pressed together tits, and her hands squeezing my ball, just like she did to the egg earlier.

She leaned forward and whispered in my ear “this is what you wanted? You risked it all to get this?” I nodded slowly as she squeezed even harder on my right egg. I whimpered. She was staring me straight in the eye.

“I’ll crack it. If that’s what you wanted, I’ll do it.” Her voice was cold, colder than I had ever heard it. It was terrifying. A slow smile grew on her face, it didn’t reach her eyes.

In a flash she pulled hard on my nut, pulling it over the edge of the table and under it. she launched her knee back up into my hanging ball, smashing it into the underside of the hard metal desk.

The pain was debilitating. I started to sob. It felt like my whole essence was crushed to dust. I started to collapse off the desk and she caught me with my face in her tits. The collar pulled away and my face was resting on her actual boobs. She started stroking my hair and shushing me.

She whispered in my ear as I cradled my throbbing right egg.

“You owe me.”