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    Dearest BBP. So honoured to see you've been enjoying my devious little stories xxx

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    Here's a link to another story I forgot to add

    http://femaledom.com/forum/showthrea...light=skweezme

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    Quote Originally Posted by skweezme View Post
    Here's a link to another story I forgot to add

    http://femaledom.com/forum/showthrea...light=skweezme
    That is one blast from the past, 2011!

    Blood from a stone!
    Alec Anaconda

    Please click on book covers to read extracts.


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    Quote Originally Posted by Alec Anaconda, A1 View Post
    That is one blast from the past, 2011!

    Blood from a stone!
    Ha ha! They didn't come all at once, had to wait for the ideas and words

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    Post Geldautomat

    Hey people, I just published my first ballbusting story ever.
    It's in German though. If you understand German, I'd really like your feedback. If many people like it, maybe I will also try a translation into English.

    Kurzbeschreibung:
    Eigentlich wolltest du bloß Geld abheben, doch dabei werden deine Eier zur Zielscheibe.

    https://deutsch.bestpornstories.com/...y.php?id=38502

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    Here is the English translation:

    Once I wanted to withdraw money. The ATM was in use right now, so I had to wait. But that did not bother me, because the brunette, who was just at it, and behind which I had to stand, was a wonderful feast for the eyes. She wore black high heels and a very tight pair of jeans that showed off her ass. Above, a breezy but chic blouse that hinted at her black bra. I was not in a hurry and had no problem with enjoying her beautiful ass for a few minutes. She, too, did not seem to be in a hurry. She did not just pick up money, but probably also checked her account balance or something. Whenever she pressed a button on the device, her butt wiggled slightly. And she pressed many buttons.

    Then there came a teenager from the side. She seemed to be in a hurry and at first I thought she just wanted to pass. She had bright blond-colored hair and wore lots of jewelery, most notably the large, round earrings. Her fingernails were painted a shrill pink, matching her tight-fitting bodice, which pressed her breasts together and offered deep insights. On her legs she wore only a black mini skirt, which wafted with her every step. She stood in front of me in the row. From the first moment I didn't like her. Her fine and "sexy" style with all the jewelry and the make-up ... and then she also jumped the queue!

    "Stand in the back, you brat." She turned and looked at me briefly. "Old sack!" she merely said, rolling her eyes and standing behind me. I was satisfied with that: I had provided for justice and compromised a person, who I did not like. Wonderful. My eyes focused again on the bubble butt of the brunette in front of me.

    Suddenly I felt something on the left side of my hip, and then everything happened very fast. I looked down and saw the teenager's arm jerk forward. She gave the brunette in front of me a good pat on the butt and pulled back behind me as fast as lightning. Before I could say anything, the pretty brunette had already turned to me with an incredulous and angry look. From the front, she was even more beautiful: Her blouse was clearly struggling to keep her huge bosom in check. In would have liked to bathe in her deep v-neck. Her beautiful blue eyes were wide open.

    "Intolerable!" she shouted. A split second later, her knee hit my testicles completely unprepared. She caught both at once. I managed to stay upright and back away a bit just to get hit by another kick to my balls. This time her leg was stretched, so she hit me with the tip of her right high-heel, right in my right nut. The energy of her kick made the contents of her blouse wobble like a magnitude seven earthquake. That was too much. I immediately went down, folding my hands like a belated shield in front of my mind, as if to pray only deeper. The pretty brunette took her receipts from the machine and disappeared.

    This blond-and-stained brat barely lifted a finger, humiliating me on the street. Now she would go next to the machine and I could do nothing about it, yes, not even get up at the moment or at least object ... If only that had been her plan.

    "Are you okay, dad?" she said sweetly and played affected. I wanted to contradict her, but was not able to do so. She leaned down to me and put an arm and a big scarf around me. I felt her breasts nestle into my flank. She fixed the scarf on my shoulder with her other hand, so I wore it like a cloak. The freed arm on my back wandered down and into my pants. She reached between my legs for my balls and grabbed both on the first try. My hands, which I still held protectively in front of my privates, were useless because her hands were inside my pants. My hands no longer protected my manhood, but only her hand - a bit like holding hands. And my balls hurt so much from the two kicks of the pretty brunette. "Fuck!" I exclaimed, there was no time for anything more elaborate, because she already started squeezing, with the most devilish lipstick red smile which has ever been worn on a face.

    It was an all-encompassing pain. She squeezed my balls so hard that I felt she was crushing my entire body in her sweet young hands. Time seemed to stop. Unable to think, or to defend myself somehow, I doubled over even more. She squeezed my balls with her full force for several minutes - which felt like hours. I remotely conceived as a passerby asked if everything was okay with me. The young blonde replied that this happens now and then with her "father" and that in a few minutes I would feel better again. At the same time I thought her fingers would crush my balls even harder and their pink painted nails would bury themselves a little deeper into my scrotum. My field of vision began to darken from the outside and by loss of balance, I leaned towards my tormentor. She must have noticed that I was approaching a blackout and relaxed her grip. "Well, Dad, you're not going to pass out here in public, right?" I came to my senses a bit and pressed through my lips "I'm not your father, you brat," whereupon her grip became a little firmer again. "And if you're not a dad yet, you probably won't ever be. It's better that your lousy mood and your ogly eyes don't occur in the next generation of men."

    "I'll loosen my grip a bit and then you'll get up and you'll make a withdrawal for me, 500€." - "Fuck you!" - "Wrong answer, wanker" her grip became as strong as at the beginning, full power, but meanwhile my testicles were so badly damaged by the two women, that I could not bear it. An ocean of powerlessness crashed down on me, taking over completely. I would give this young woman everything, all, if only she would stop crushing my balls. "Okay, okay!" - "There we are". Her grip loosened slightly. It was not easy to get up. She had to be careful, too, because she had to hold the scarf on my back with her left hand, so nobody could see what her right hand was doing. The play of her breasts on my body felt like the softest velvet, a feeling to fall in love with - which made the pain more bearable. Under devilish torment, I drew 500€ from the ATM. She ordered in a sugary tone that I should put it in her handbag and I obeyed without words or will. "So and now put your ID card in my purse." - "What?" - "Your ID card, or do I have to beg again?" She hinted to increase her pressure on my balls again. "Okay, okay!" - "Good, I need it, so I know who I've met here today, and so I can visit you sometimes, in order to retaliate for the generous donation." - "What?" - "Shut up, sweetheart" For a brief moment she pressed again with all her strength. My testicles were in a desolate condition and if she had held the grip for a fraction of a second longer, I would certainly have gone down again, if not fainted. She gave me a thick lipstick smear on the cheek, took her hand out of my pants and disappeared quickly without another word. But I suspected, yes I was afraid, I would see her again someday.

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