I only ever met Francesca twice, and I don't know why. Of all the women I have experimented with, Francesca was the most affectionate, fun, and sensual. It started with an ad on Craig's List looking for a girl who was interested in trying ballbusting, but our first play date became quite intimate and one to remember.
Like me, Francesca worked one day at the weekend, giving her a weekday off, making Tuesday the perfect time to meet. We'd arranged the meeting over email, and I'd seen photos of Francesca, a light-skinned woman about the same age as me, with shoulder-length dark hair, deep brown eyes, and a pretty smile, but I hadn't expected her accent.
"I can't work out your accent," I told her upon welcoming her into the flat. I admitted, "I'm not very good at accents." Francesca told me her accent was a bit of a mix because she'd travelled around. After narrowing it down to Europe and incorrectly guessing Spanish, I eventually guessed that she was Italian. The guessing game served as a nice icebreaker.
I knew that it was Francesca's first time trying ballbusting, she also admitted that she had never used the internet to hookup before and that she had been a little bit nervous, but wasted no time in asking, "Can you show me the toys?" With this, I opened up my locking flight case full of sex toys and torture devices.
She sat on the bed and watched with interest as I showed her my collar, candles, penis pump, ball crusher, chastity device, and many other devices that were all seemingly new to her. "You've got so much," she said, before asking me if I was nervous. I told her I wasn't but sensed she was unsure how to proceed, so I said, "Just take it slowly," and offered to start things off by getting undressed.
She watched as I pulled off my jeans and boxers and now stood before her in just a t-shirt. Francesca took off her hoodie to get more comfortable. She was wearing a purple vest top and black trousers. Already rock hard, I asked Francesca if she wanted to examine me. I always found this to be a good place to start. Francesca agreed and sat on the bed in front of me, bringing her scrutinising eyes down to level with my erection.
She extended her arm, and her hand cupped my testicles. I remember noting how soft her skin was. She then stood up, grabbed the bottom of my t-shirt, and lifted it over my head. Her hands returned to my body as she gently felt her way around my chest.
Then, Francesca did what she came to do. She stood in front of me, reached down, grabbed my balls, and gave them a squeeze. I grunted with discomfort as her soft hands tightened around my sensitive orbs. Setting the scene for what was to come, Francesca stood close, so when the torment of my balls began, I found myself flopping forward on to her as she squeezed. My hands found their way around her waist, and my head rested on her shoulder as I continued to moan in pain while in her firm grip.
As Francesca continued to squeeze my balls, my hands slid down to her large ass, resting there. This is not how I would normally touch a domme, but the closeness and sensuality Francesca was displaying signalled that, in this case, it was okay to get close.
Moments later, Francesca broke out of her light embrace just enough to give her space to swing her flat palm into my balls, causing me once again to fall forward into her as she continued to squeeze my balls. With my balls still in her hand, Francesca kissed me, seemingly enjoying my inability to maintain contact with my lips due to the pain she was causing.
She then told me to lie on the bed, and kneeling beside me, she slapped my cock hard before gently stroking it for a while. She punctuated her movements with occasional slaps to my hard shaft. She led down beside me, still fully clothed, and kissed me once on the lips, while her hand flicked back and forth, slapping my cock.
She then grabbed my balls tightly and kissed me deeply before giving my sack several hard smacks. I tried to keep kissing her, but couldn't help breaking away to let out breathy moans and grunts in response to her impacts. Her hand returned to my shaft, stroking it some more as we led face-to-face, her looking into my eyes seemingly to gauge my levels of pain and pleasure, occasionally kissing me. The moment ended with several hard smacks to the balls that had me squirming on the bed.
Even at this early stage in the meeting, it was clear this was different. I'd never kissed a domme as much as I had Francesca, had the freedom to put my arms around her, or sought comfort from the pain inflicted through closeness. It was a very sensual and caring dynamic, not that Francesca held back with her assault on my balls.
In between kisses, Francesca asked to try something from my box of tricks. I asked where she wanted to start, and after some consideration and a final kiss, she said, "the candles." I laid a towel on the bed to protect it from stray wax and grabbed the candles from the box. As I lit a candle for her, Francesca asked how high she should drip the wax from. I gave her some brief instructions as she reached out and took the burning candle from me with an unmistakable grin on her face. Francesca clearly loved the thought of dripping hot wax on to my naked body.
I led back on the bed, and Francesca was again by my side as she began to drip the wax over my cock and balls. She watched my face for signs of discomfort as each stinging drop of boiling red wax splashed against my balls. The burning torment was fairly brief as Francesca accidentally extinguished the candle as she leant in to kiss me.
She laughed at her blunder, and then, preparing for the next activity, she took her top off, revealing her curvy body and black bra. My hand found the naked skin of her back as she took her place next to me on the bed and began to kiss me again. Her hand was then back on my balls, squeezing and kneading them like putty. Then, switching from cruel to kind, she grasped my shaft and stroked it some more.
After two hard, departing smacks to the balls, Francesca stood up and pulled her trousers and panties down her chunky legs. Lying back down beside me, she ordered, "Lick me." I kissed her shoulder and then worked my way down her body with my lips. As I kissed her hip, Francesca rolled on to her back, and her legs spread to welcome me. Her hand was in my hair as my lips connected with her smooth, wet pussy.
I went to work diligently, serving and worshipping the pussy of this strong, dominant woman as she lay back and moaned in pleasure at each flick of my exploring tongue. Her breathing became shallow and erratic as I gently sucked her engorged clit into my warm mouth and flicked my tongue across it.
After four or five minutes, Francesca gasped and moaned as I continued to explore her pussy with my eager tongue. Francesca lifted her head to watch me worship her. We made eye contact as I pushed my tongue deeper into her wet hole. Then her hands were on the back of my head, pulling me into her as she moaned and writhed against my face.
She came with a gasp, her legs falling limp on either side of my head, and she immediately gestured for me to come to her. Crawling between her legs, I climbed to the top of the bed, and she wrapped her arms around me, pulling me in. She kissed me deeply, my mouth still full of the intoxicating flavours of her pussy.
Francesca pushed me up and lifted herself up so that we were sitting facing each other on the bed. She continued to kiss me deeply, but as she did, she reached between my legs. Her soft hand found my balls and tightened around them, grinding them together. I tried to continue kissing her, but the pain caused me to break away. With nowhere to go, I found myself falling back into her embrace as each rush of pain subsided. She squeezed and hurt my balls in this manner for a good couple of minutes, at least, before reaching behind her and unfastening her bra, finally freeing her large breasts.
I didn't need to be told, I immediately took a breast in one hand as my lips met with the nipple of the other. I sucked her nipple into my mouth, circling it with my tongue, as my hand gently squeezed her amble breast. Alternating between nipples, I continued to lick and suck, making the most of my full access to her body. This was something else most dommes had denied me in the past.
Lifting my head up, Francesca kissed me again as her hand returned to squeezing my balls. I once again did my best to work through it and kiss her as she inflicted pain on my most sensitive area. She looked me in the eye and smiled as she stoked my cock and kissed me deeply one more time before landing five hard smacks on my shaft.
She led back, pulling me with her as she continued to kiss me. My twitching, teased cock was dangerously close to her wet pussy as I held myself above her. Again, an unusual situation for me as a sub who is used to being on the bottom. The affection continued as I rolled off of Francesca and lay beside her. We continued to kiss and fondle each other, eventually my hand finding its way between Francesca's legs.
She moaned as I teased her wet pussy with my fingers while she held me close and kissed me. Breaking my contact, she delivered three hard slaps to the balls. Then, in a surprise shift from pain to pleasure, Francesca played with my cock a little, which had now been hard for almost an hour. Then, without warning, she bent over and sucked the tip of my dick into her warm mouth, causing me to moan in pleasure.
Spitting on my cock, she stroked me, alternating between her mouth and the pumps of her fist. My aching, teased cock was finally getting some attention, and I couldn't help moaning in appreciation. Francesca laughed and said, "Sorry, I'm not really doing what I came here to do." I said it was alright, adding, "You can do whatever you want with me." She smiled with an evil look in her eye.
My hands were all over every bit of her shapely body I could reach as she continued to suck me for the next five or so minutes. After this, she climbed on top of me, straddling my cock, which was now frustratingly close to her pussy. Lying on top of me, her large breasts pushed against my chest, and she kissed me some more. I was trapped beneath her. My aching cock was twitching at her pussy but out of reach, my hands were instead on her back.
Francesca climbed off of me to resume her attention on my cock, again alternating between sucking and stroking, but this time punctuated by several swift palms slammed against my balls. For a first time ballbuster, she clearly enjoyed inflicting pain. My balls were holding out to her torment well, so I asked if she wanted to try anything else from my BDSM toy box.
We'd been together for almost an hour and a half at this point, and despite some squeezing and a few good slaps, Francesca hadn't yet kicked me in the balls, but this all changed as she grabbed my ballbusting dice. This kinky game involved two custom-made dice. One just had the numbers one to six on its faces, while the other had various cruel actions, which were: kick, punch, knee, slap, flick, and squeeze. The idea was that the dice were rolled, and one would tell you what to do while the other told you how many times to do it.
I stood naked in front of Francesca as she threw the dice on to the bed to decide my fate. The first roll was four slaps. She didn't hold back, delivering four intense smacks between my legs before leaning in and kissing me deeply, almost soothing me with her hands gently sliding down my back.
As we kissed, unprompted by the dice, Francesca reached between us and grabbed me by the balls. She squeezed and giggled against my lips as I reacted to her grip. Although the pain was intense, it was the passion that was relentless, so much so that she didn't actually roll the dice again. Francesca only broke away from me to whisper, "Do you have a condom?"
Francesca got comfy on the bed as I rummaged in a drawer and found a new, unopened pack of rubbers. Her knees up and her legs spread, she watched as I rolled one on. Slipping into her wet pussy was easy and took a matter of seconds. After more than 90 minutes of teasing, I couldn't wait to fuck her. We kissed as I pumped her, my hard cock sliding in and out of her wet slit as my aching balls smacked against her.
My rhythmic thrusting soon had Francesca moaning as she held me against her, an arm around my back, kissing me deeply as we fucked. As Francesca's moans escalated, I couldn't hold back. After so much teasing and a solid erection since the moment we'd walked into the room together, I didn't last long. After several final hard thrusts into her hot snatch, I grunted and shot my load into the rubber sheaf before collapsing on Francesca's ample body.
After a short embrace, I pulled the filled condom off, throwing it into the bin on the other side of the room, before lying down next to Francesca again. I stroked Francesca's arm for a while as we caught our breath and recovered from the spontaneous fucking.
We lay there for a while, enjoying each other's warmth and occasionally kissing. Before long, Francesca's hand was back on my cock, which was still hard despite my powerful orgasm inside of her. As well as some teasing strokes, Francesca also dished out some more stinging slaps to my balls.
In between smacks, my hand once again found its way between Francesca's legs. She opened her thighs to welcome my touch. I rubbed her wet clit with two fingers, occasionally pushing my fingers inside her to keep my fingers wet and slippery. All the while, she continued to stoke my cock with loose, teasing motions, probably due to the fact she was more interested in her own pleasure at this point, something her cute moans were a testament to.
She moaned as she grabbed the skin of my ball sack in a tight fist, stretching it out and away from my balls. She then moaned intently as she violently tugged and shook my scrotum. This frustrated tugging of my balls signalled an end to the current position, and Francesca began to suck me. This time she gave me a full-on blowjob, sliding my cock in and out of her mouth with purpose as her hand circled the base of my cock tightly. Suddenly, her other hands were on my balls, squeezing as she sucked me. My moans were the perfect mix of pleasure and pain, even I couldn't tell which sensation my cries represented.
After a while, Francesca asked if I would fuck her again. Without saying a word, I climbed over her to grab another condom from the open pack lying on the side. I slipped one on, and after a deep kiss, I positioned myself between Francesca's legs once again. I was still rock hard and just as eager to feel my cock inside of Francesca. I fucked her harder this time, freer after my earlier release, thanks to the confidence that I'd last longer the second time.
Francesca's moans were louder and more sustained this time, they piqued in intensity as I neared my second orgasm. By this point, I was frantically pumping her hot, wet pussy. Francesca, legs in the air, responded to my thrusting by pushing back, grinding her pussy mound against me. Her hands were wrapped around me, clasped together behind my head.
I could feel I was getting close and could hear Francesca was too, so I slowed down, not wanting to come too early and disappoint her. Once I felt under control again, I once again continued to fuck her hard as her moans continued to build to what sounded like an intense orgasm. Hearing Francesca cum signalled that I could relax, and seconds later I shot my own load, filling a second condom as I pushed my cock as deep inside of her as I could.
Even after all this, I remained hard, which was lucky because Francesca hadn't finished torturing my cock and balls yet. We ended up spending almost three hours together as the mix of heavy kissing and ballbusting continued, all the while wrapped up together in a passionate embrace.
