Coworker cracks (my) eggs 3

The next day Amy acted like nothing happened, again.

Which was easy for her because she didn’t wake up on the toilet in one of the stalls in the lady’s bathroom. She didn’t wake up with her pants and underwear on her head. She didn’t wake up with her balls like a lead weight, shaking like a leaf and in immeasurable pain. Amy didn’t wake up with her balls banded by a hair tie, AMY <3 printed in bold with a sharpie across her nuts, and a message on her hand saying “leave it on!”

She didn’t wake up like this, because Amy didn’t have balls. Except for the pair she had requisitioned from me. She was blissfully ignorant to all the devastation she brought upon me.

Ignorant was maybe the wrong word. She clearly watched very closely every bit of pain she inflicted. She just would never be able to understand.

It was a humiliating way to wake up. I waited for quite some time before I managed to sneak out of the women’s restroom.

When I got home I inspected the damage. My nuts were so swollen they were like ripe fruit. I could barely move them around they were so firm. Her hair band was still wrapped firmly around my gonads. I didn’t dare remove it. Seeing it there, her name emblazoned on my balls, was oddly arousing.

Despite the swelling, the left nut seemed intact, the right one was still in one piece. While I was gingerly handling my manhood, I got a text from Amy.

“How’s it hanging? You coming in tomorrow?”

“Swollen. I should yeah.” I was still too embarrassed to call out for my balls being busted.

“Good ;p”

That next day everything was normal. Except Amy was wearing one of her rare vnecks. It wasn’t anything crazy, but a smidge of cleavage was on display. It was also so thin I could see her figure perfectly under it. I couldn’t help but stare. My cock was somehow still hard all day, even as my balls throbbed in pain.

Amy seemed to make a point to lean over in front of me. Giving me little glimpses of cleavage, but nothing I hadn’t already seen with two working testicles.

Later in the day she called me over to her desk. It was quiet and we were alone.

“Drop your pants.” I was shocked.

“Here? Now?” She rolled her eyes.

“Don’t be a baby, I’m not gonna do anything.”

Hurriedly I pulled my pants down to my knees. Amy pulled the band of my under wear down.

“Good, you’ve left it on. You’re such a good listener.” She pulled a few other hair bands off her arm and wrapped them around my balls. “For safe keeping.” She then pulled her hair out of a ponytail held together by a flowery scrunchie, and wrapped that around my balls too.

All these bands were putting a lot of pressure on my tender nuts.

“See, that’s all I wanted.” And she let the band of my underwear snap against my wrapped up balls. This girl is really something.

When we were packing up for the day she saddled up to me, pressing her tits against my chest. Her hair was still down from when she wrapped her scrunchie around my balls.

“You should come by my place tonight.” She cocked her eyebrow at me, down to my crotch, then back at me. “I’m not really asking”.

My erection, which had never faded from all her teasing throughout the day, strained even harder. I’ve never actually been to her place. A part of me hoped she rethought her decision about letting me get a look at the goods. I also liked her telling me what to do. I nodded enthusiastically.

Later that night I drove up to her house and knocked on the door. I brought flowers. She answered wrapped in a robe. It wasn’t silky or shear, it was a fluffy bathrobe. It was clear she had just gotten out of the shower. The robe was wrapped tightly around her. And while she was mostly covered. The bit of her collar bone, her small figure wrapped tightly, and the glow of her skin from being washed were intoxicating.

“WOW you brought flowers! Thank you.” I stepped into her house. She smelled the flowers and looked me in the eyes. “You’re so whipped.” And knees me hard in the balls. I got a brief glimpse of her cleavage jiggling as she kneed me before I fell to the floor. Her leg was also bare. I saw her bare juicy thigh smack into my crotch. She started to walk away as I moaned on the floor. The bands in my balls made the strike feel like murder.

“Take your shoes off while you’re down there. I’m going to get dressed. Wait for me in the living room.”

Eventually I managed to get off the ground, took my shoes off, and made my way to her living room. Her house was nice.

When she came back she was wearing comfortable clothes. She was wearing baggy sweatpants that fell about mid calf, and a baggy crew neck long sleeve tshirt. There was no view of cleavage but I could see her boobs bouncing and shifting as she walked in. She was clearly not wearing a bra. The shirt was too thick to see her nipples, but I could still see her boobs moving around freely. Her ass too. The pants were baggy but I could still see her ass well.

“Alright, you know the drill. Get naked.”

I started stripping. When I pulled my pants and underwear off my dick sprung out slapping against my stomach. I hadn’t realized I was so hard.

“Damn, excited already?”

“I’ve been hard all day. It was your v neck.” She smiled.

“Noticed that huh? Good.” She walked close and crouched down to inspect my balls. Her hair bands still wrapped tightly around them. Her name only slightly fading. “See, I’m trying to give you blue balls.”

She stood back up and wrapped her arms around my neck. She pressed up against me. I could feel her luscious figure through her clothes. Her mouth was just by my ear.

“Just to be clear, my ownership extends to your orgasms too. Those are mine. No touchy without me.” That was news to me, but it hardly mattered. Since she cracked my nut the only time I got hard was around her.

I nodded enthusiastically. Her smile grew wickedly as she stepped back. She bounced a little bit. Her boobs jostled under her conservative clothing. Then her leg flew out, kicking me hard in the testes. I crumpled to the floor again. I ended up on my back. Amy crouched down and pulled the scrunchy off my balls and started pulling her hair up. Again, her boobs jostled with the movement.

“Start stroking your dick. But listen, you’re not cumming. If you do. I will split that ball fully in two, understand?”

I slowly nodded as I moved my hand from my balls to my rock hard cock.

She crouched down between my legs. She was leaning forward on all fours staring at my cock.

“You really do have a large cock.” She continued to ogle my member. “Maybe too large. Perhaps I should shorten it.” She took her hand and made scissor motions against my shaft. I stopped stroking. She was looking me in the eye expectantly. The fear she must have seen made her giggle.

“As it is, I’d never let this thing inside me. Wayyy too big.” I liked that she was talking about the possibility of fucking me. I liked less that it would involve losing the tip of my dick.

“I mean this thing would split me in half.” She scissored hard at the midpoint of my cock. “Just like I did to your ball.” Her hand quickly slapped my balls. She went back to staring at my cock before smiling.

“Nah, I’ll leave the python for now. I kinda like the fact that I’m ruining the balls of such a hung guy. Really amps up the domination I have over the male form.” She smacked my balls again. The pain was gut wrenching. “I didn’t tell you to stop stroking!” She said it playfully. I resumed my stroking.

“I don’t think I’ll ever get over making a guy jerk off while I beat his balls.” She punched my nuts hard for emphasis. “It’s just so empowering.” Her voice was overjoyed and sexy. “Oh! How about this, you try it. Smack yourself in the balls.” Leaned over like she was I could see a hint of cleavage. Precum beaded at my tip. I lifted my hand up and hesitated. My balls were already screaming with pain. They felt misshapen and bruised.

“Go on. Do it, for me.”

I sent my hand flying down slapping my balls hard. I groaned as I did it. My face contorting hard. Amy was all smiles and giggles.

“Again.”

I raised my hand up high, again I hesitated. But then I slammed my palm hard against my balls. This hurt even more than last time. I knew what was coming and already started to raise my hand.

“Again.”

I didn’t hesitate this time. My hand flew fast smacking my balls hard. I didn’t wait. I raised my hand up and slapped my balls again. And again. And again.

Amy watched amused. She started laughing as I struck my balls over and over again without prompting.

“Now with fists.” She ordered exuberantly. The pleasure she got from this dripping from her words.

The mental strength it took to close my hands was intense. Every part of my body resisted. Wanted me to pull my strikes. But the look in Amy’s eyes, her beautiful busty figure, just obscured, melted the resistance.

I closed my hand and struck my balls with a sickening thud. Amy tossed her head back in laughter.

The pain was too much this time and I turned over and curled up clutching my balls.

“That was really good. I didnt say you could stop, but we’ll work on it.” She stood up before moving down to straddle my ribcage. I could feel her warm crotch pressing into me. This was more than I thought I’d ever get. She slowly started to hump me. I looked over trying to catch her eye, but they were closed in ecstasy.

“Nothing is better than a battered man.” She moaned. She kept rubbing against me. “I’m gonna need some good cock soon.” She stood up and pushed me onto my back with her foot.

“Sit up, keep stroking. I want you begging for release.”

I begrudgingly did as she asked. My hands would occasionally slap into my tender balls as I stroked up and down. Honestly, the occasional jostling of my balls was keeping me harder than the jerking of my cock.

Amy stepped between my legs and turned around. Her short Asian ass was right at my face level. She backed up until her feet were right by my balls. She took tiny steps to do it which made her ass and thighs jiggle through her sweatpants.

“Pull your balls down. I want them on the floor.” All the beating I did had made them snug up close against my cock. Stretching them back out towards the cold hardwood floor was difficult. They kept slipping from my hand, fighting to hide against the oncoming onslaught from this petite Asian knockout. It was also really painful.

Finally, I managed to pull them to the floor and Amy stepped her heel down on my balls, keeping them in place. She shifted all her weight onto my compressed nuts. The pain was incredible, but my dick was harder than ever. It smacked up against her leg. The bit of bare skin I had access to. It only went up about a quarter way up her calf.

She had a tattoo just above her ankle. I started rubbing my dick up against it. My hands explored all over her lower leg and feet. My balls were starting to fall numb, a dangerous sign of a lack of blood flow. I kept pulling on my cock and rubbing her skin.

I wanted her ass. I wanted her boobs. I wanted to feel her crotch on me again, to pull her panties down and penetrate her. I wanted to grip her hips, feel her beautiful curves. Play with her tits like I did before she cracked me. But all I had was her calf. Her soft supple calf. And her painfully smooth foot.

I was about to burst.

“Please let me cum! Please! I’m gunna cum, please let me cum!” I was desperate. I barely recognized my own voice. It was higher pitched, needy, pathetic. Amy picked her foot up and slammed her heel back down into my balls. My vision went white as I crumpled into myself. I was seriously worried Amy had just split my ball in two.

I was rolling around on the floor holding my crotch. Cock somehow still hard, keeping me from rolling onto my stomach. Amy crouched down and straddled my head. Her hips slowly bucked against my face as tears were streaming from my eyes.

“Welp, that was fun. I’ll call you an uber, not sure you’re fit to drive home tonight.”

We remained locked like that, her lightly humping my face, until the pain started to ever so slightly fade. The Uber arrived and Amy got off my face.

“Alright, I’ll see you at work.” She starts to strut off before stopping and watching me put my clothes back on. “I wish I knew you’d be my toy earlier. You’re so good at it.” She blew me a kiss and walked off. I noticed my flowers were sitting on the counter of her kitchen. My balls felt like horny lead weights but I still took the time to put the flowers in some water before slipping out.

There is no doubt in my mind that Amy is going to be the death of me.