Young Lovers Hypnosis Ballbusting - Sex Stories

Young Lovers Hypnosis Ballbusting

... was aroused by his excitement. She stroked him, cradling him like a she was his caretaker, and asked, "Do you want to cum?"

She had seen the empty condom, filled with the small liquid of precum only, and was hoping to take his mind off her boundary-pushing. Mark nodded weakly. It did help. Her comparatively small fingers ran up his shaft, and each pulse sent another pleasant wave of chemicals into his head to dull the agony he was in. How long would the pain last? All those kicks must be excruciating.

She jerked him faster. Faster. She felt a devilish thought. An evil, naughty thought that brought a smile to her horny face. She panted, staring at her boyfriend coming to life. Every second she serviced him was fresh air in his lungs. He resuscitated to the sight of his woman dutifully bringing him what he deserved.

She asked him, "Do you want to cum on my ass? Hm? Empty your massive balls onto my cheeks?"

Mark groaned, his throat too numb to control. "Or," she continued, "Maybe down my throat? I'd love that, but only if I got to suck your nuts first."

Mark was being driven over the edge with these ball-slaps and dirty talk. Eve brought her nipple to his mouth and he lazily sucked it as best he could. She pumped him fervently, "Do you like my titty? Does that get your balls big and ready to shoot?"

Mark groaned into her flesh, and eve pulled away. She kissed him passionately while she moved her hand up to his glans, rubbing it hard and fast. She knew he ...

... loved that--it was often her finishing move. Then, she pulled off him and stared into his eyes, "Tell me when you're about to cum," she commanded.

Then, she moved down his body, running her tongue over his abs, and took his full dick into her throat. She pumped his cock hard and fast, slamming his twitching rod into the back of her throat repeatedly. Faster. Faster. She saw the pain she'd put him through and wanted to relieve him in every way. She gawked and slobbered and her eyes teared up, but she refused to slow. Her tongue hung out, licking his balls at each pass. Mark's breathing hitched. She pressed herself to his pelvis, nose touching his body. Her tongue out, his balls sliding up in anticipation of what came next. She felt his cum imminent.

Mark hissed, "I'm about to cum! Eve!"

She pulled off him, for just an instant. Just a moment was all she needed. Her eyes were full of sexual malice. She uttered a single word: "Hate!" Then, she placed her hungry lips to his dick and pumped her pursed lips over him while he shot a massive load into her mouth. She swallowed each drop.

But Mark, the poor soul, felt his world turn black. An unparalleled pain--greater in intensity than the strongest string of kicks, but unlike them persistent--had opened like gates to Hell. The pain grew. It felt like someone was balancing--their weight shifting so his body couldn't acclimate. The kicks were terrible, but instantaneous. All lingering pain was from their trauma. But this? This ...