Smut For Sinners

FxM, Ballbusting

TW: Not as many as normal! Maybe that is a warning in itself?

Devon walked into the brothel with a bit of a pep in his step. He had slept really well the night before, the bruises not being too bad, which normally made the next day easier. Plus, he felt like today was going to be special, in a really good way.

“Hello,” Marlea said when he walked in. “Someone looks happy. I hope what I’m about to say next doesn’t change that.”

He tried to tell himself every day was a hard day, but he still paled. “Dungeon?” he asked.

“Dungeon.”

If he waited, she would tell him more, and normally he would, but today he kept walking. When he got to the room, a large, robust black woman, with dyed red curly hair, grabbed him by the belt loops and pulled him in for a kiss. Her tongue was sweeping, urgent, but not aggressive, and he kissed back, cock stirring. When she pulled back, her voice was husky.

“I want you to stop me when something hurts too bad. I want to make you feel good too. Why don’t you take off your clothes, my little pet?”

He reached for his pants and she said, “Shirt first.”

“Yes, Miss,” he said, pulling off his shirt.

“Call me Patty,” she said, and when his shirt was up she traced a line down his sculpted chest with one finger. He couldn’t hold back a moan.

She smiled at him though long lashes. “You like that big guy?” She leaned in and licked down, then over to his peaked nipple. She sucked it into her mouth eagerly, swirling her tongue around it. He groaned, shaking, hands balled into fists. She popped off and he almost fell to his knees.

“You can touch me if you want. I like touching you. Watch.” She tangled her hand into his dark, wavy hair, pulled his head gently back, then streamed kisses down his neck. She bit where his neck met his shoulder, sucking eagerly. His hands found their way to her ample waist, giving plenty for him to hold onto and helping him stay upright. Her hand left his hair, tracked down his chest, and went to the V starting just above the line of his pants. She undid his pants by kneeling down. He was fully hard, long and thick, and she smiled, running a finger on his length.

“Glorious,” she said, then, seeing a drip of precome on his tip, whispered, “I want to taste.”

His whole world exploded as one of his hands landed on her mass of curls, but rather than taking him all the way in she lapped at his tip.

He groaned. She pulled back. “That feel good pet?”

“Yes, Patty.”

“Okay, then we can do that for a bit longer before we move on.” She leaned back down and lapped at him with her tongue once more and he attempted to thrust, causing her to giggle. “Honey, I bet you can’t last very long. I don’t want to end our fun too soon.”

“Yes, Patty.”

“You can say other things. What do you want to say?”

“You’re right,” he said uncertainly, “I won’t last very long.”

“Sure, but that’s what you think I want you to say. What do you want to say?”

He paused. “I don’t know what coming feels like, but I would like to try.”

“We’ll see pet. Thank you for being so honest. We’ll see in a bit. But you can go ahead and try to thrust, if you think you can overtake me.” There was a gleam in her eye as he started thrusting again, hard, fast, groaning and rocking on his heels. She giggled after a few minutes of moving her head to make sure his cock was never in her mouth. Sometimes, her mouth brushed the side of his cock or left it entirely rather than be on his tip, but his length was never inside.

“Okay, now for the good parts. If you’re really good, I will give you a reward. And I want it to feel good this whole time. But, what’s up with this? You’re naked and I’m fully dressed? Would you like to undress me?”

“Yes, please,” he said, amazed. She stood up in front of him and guided his hands to pull off her purple, v-neck button-up top, and her lacy bra, not quite big enough for her huge helping of breasts, spilled out. He starred, mouth slightly open.

“Oh no,” she giggled. “If we take off the bra, you might come without me even touching you. Is that what you want?”

“Whatever you want Pa—I really want to see them.” He remembered what he was supposed to say halfway through.

“Then go ahead and take off my bra.”

Wanting to be gentle, he pulled a bit, but it only seemed to rub on her boobs, which he hadn’t expected to touch.

“Do you need help?” she asked.

“I want to do it.”

“Well, maybe we can do it together.” She grabbed his hands and helped him pull it off, having to be a bit rough. He watched as they bounced out of the bra, the bottoms jangling before settling. “I said you could touch,” she said, and he took his hands and touched her with gentle fingers, sweeping over soft skin, then finding the slightly firmer skin around the nipple, then the large pebble that already showed her pleasure.

“Use your mouth,” she said, “Like I did.” He went straight for the nipple, first lapping then sucking. She moaned and his cock twitched.

“You’re going to be good at this,” she said. “Why don’t you take off my skirt?” She was wearing a black pencil skirt like she had came straight from the office. He remembered this and hoped he could feel a pussy on his cock again, even if he didn’t get to come in it.

She wasn’t wearing underwear under skirt, and his cock knew exactly where it wanted to be.

“Woah boy,” she said when she saw it twitch. “What I need is for you to lay down,” she teased. “Keep your cock hard, exactly like that. I doubt you’ll even have to touch it. I just need to find something.”

He laid down, and, for once, when he watched her dig through a chest, he wasn’t nervous. Something else coiled in his stomach.

He saw her come out with a vice and his mouth went dry. “How do you feel about this?” she asked him.

“I—uh—it’s fine Miss.”
“No, how do you really feel?”
“It depends on how far you go. Not many people have used it.” It had never been one of his favorite though. It was two piece of plastic that started out a bit separated, and could be screwed closer and closer together, with a hole for his cock, and one of the plastic pieces had a hole for his balls to go through, so they could squeeze them tighter and tighter together.

“Do you trust me to make it fun? Don’t lie to me, Devon.”

“I want to. I just—I’m nervous.”

“It’ll be fine. Think of it this way, if your cock isn’t hard, it’ll be in the way.”

That was true most of the time, yet people would just beat his cock too, hold it out of the way, whatever it took, but maybe he did trust her. “Thank you.”

“Right. So, I’m going to get it on you, then I’m going to sit down. On you.”

“Oh,” he said, a bit confused.

“This might be a bit uncomfortable,” she said, as she worked to get his cock through the vice. It was, but it didn’t hurt. Getting his swollen, bruised, partially-broken balls through always hurt.

“Do you think I’m going to be too heavy to sit on your face?” she asked.

He wasn’t sure why she would want to sit on his face, but he wasn’t about to complain, figuring that it would smell good and be warm, a good distraction. A great distraction. He remembered her tasting him and wondered what she would taste like. “I’ve had much heavier things on my balls, I can take all your beauty on my face,” he said, feeling a bit like romantic suddenly.

“You say all the right things Devon,” she said. “If I’m too heavy or you need to breath, tap on the ground with your left hand. If I’m too hard on your balls, tap on the ground with your right hand. Get to licking.”

She sank onto his face. It took a moment to get used to the darkness, deciding to close his eyes, and feel her search around for something. He started licking, not sure what he was looking for. But, when he found a hole, not the asshole, but the hole his dick had been in, she bucked and groaned and he went faster, realizing that he had turned her on—she sounded more turned on than anyone even had been by busting his balls.

He continued, going eagerly, working in and out, breathing through the side of his mouth, it somehow feeling natural. He felt the pussy clench around his tongue, and he didn’t know what that meant so he hit the ground once with his left hand. She immediately lifted up a bit.

“Oh, Devon,” she groaned, “I was almost there.”

“Almost where?” he asked, catching his breath. “I thought I was going to hurt you.”

“I was almost coming.”

“But—you were—” his eyes darted around all over. “Oh, you clench when you come?”

She laughed. “Yes, Devon, women clenched when they are going to come. After that, we’ll take a break to bust your balls, then we can try again. Deal?”

“Deal.”

She sat back down and he started lapping again, wondering if the smell or taste changed after coming. He actively liked both, and realized he wanted Patty to buy him, even if he never actually came. That made him only want to please her more, so he ate with more vigor, keeping track of what made her louder, till she clenched and clenched, screaming and riding his tongue, before stilling, panting. He panted in time before she slid off, and he took big breaths.

“Thank you Devon,” she said. “Now, you deserve a reward, right?” she asked.

“Yes Miss,” he said eagerly, though he knew he probably shouldn’t.

“Then here is your first twist,” she said, grabbing the screw on each side of the box, both balls, and twisting, twisting, twisting, much more than once, till he was screaming.

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