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Title : Blow of ballbusting of Agnès.
An evening to head to head
They had met that evening, the bar of the nightclub.
She had offered him a drink, had been invited to dance and then had proposed the escort.
She lived in a large house surrounded by a park, away from the street.
She preceded and opened the door. The house was comfortable and tastefully furnished.
-- "Rather nice at home," he said, impressed.
-- "I love this house. It is somewhat isolated, but I appreciate being quiet, far from the noise of the city. I serve you something? "
-- "Yes, gladly. It was rather hot in this box! "
-- "Whisky? With ice?"
-- "Yes, thank you."
She went into the kitchen as a feline. It was decidedly charming. He was a little surprised at this turn of events. It was not a seducer and generally not attracted the eyes of women. This girl was breathing luxury and class. There must be a mistake!
-- "You will often Macumba?" Hasarda he says. 
-- "It's the first time, I just go out at night" she replied, bringing glasses.
-- "Excuse my indiscretion but you only live here?"
-- "Yes, I like to be independent. But I get friends. "Stressed she smiles.
He took the remark for him, what did rosir pride. "Well, it seems that I enjoy it." He said, astonished. He began to feel merry, especially as it looked insistently.
-- "Still" he said. "It's not prudent. Imagine that I have bad intentions. You have beautiful shouting, it would be useless. The road is 100 meters and the corner is rather desert. "
-- "Oh, oh. It is a threat? You go a bit quicker to work, tell me.. "
He looks her, trying to guess his intentions. She liked him, obviously.
-- "I maybe resources that you do not suspect!" She said, slightly up the sleeves of her dress.
-- "I would have no great difficulty in controlling you, do what seems good to me and then disappear." Continued he, more and more enterprising, and had raised his glass, got up close and d 'It.
She watched, hands on hips, a strange smile at the corner of the lips, it did not seem scared, despite the equivocal attitude.
-- "I have fear of anything or anybody." She says, in a voice quiet, the challenging gaze.
-- "So you do not be afraid of me. You're right, by the way, I do not want you as well. "He says, in a voice vulgar, advancing to her, threatening air.
He moved back and lean with one's back the wall; man was now facing it, unless a step.
He moved a hand to her shoulder, making venture beneath the robe.
She strongly appealed to the wrist, the left hand, twisting it violently and forcefully struck a blow to its knees in sex.
-- "Oouuh" he groans, holding their stomachs and falling, the breath away.
-- "Surprised?" Said she, a cheerful air. "I gave you wrong, maybe?" She continued, in a mocking voice.
The man, frightened, stayed a few moments kneeling, struggling to regain his spirits.
-- "Do you love the ballbusting" continued she, "I can defend myself against the thugs of your case. I will also show you something. "The tone of her voice had, now, nothing more friendly.
She defeated her dress, she wore, underneath a sleeveless black body which highlighted her body of beauty.
-- "I am a professor of aerobics and bodybuilding. I do 4 hours of gym a day. "
Joining action to words, she flexes her right arm in shaking her fist, which protrude a huge biceps.
Then, stretching, fit to play all the muscles of the shoulder and arm, which rolled cascade under her thin skin.
-- "I have a student who told me about you. Marie-Therese Vatrin, it's not you say anything? ".
He nodded his head by falling painfully. "Yes, I know, indeed. But ...».
-- "She told me how you had left to fall when she was pregnant. Abortion, depression, we can say that you have done damage. "
He suddenly realized that their meeting was not coincidental.
-- "But what is it that this story? It is a coup mounted, you have everything arranged for me to come here! He says.
-- "You are ripe for your own free will, as I know. I knew you went every Saturday evening at Macumba, so I brought you follow when you are entered in the box; thereafter, I brought you simply provided an opportunity to approach me. I was sure that you propose to escort me. In any case, the test is convincing, you are a beautiful bastard, ready to abuse a woman alone. "Said she, in a voice dry.
-- "I do not understand. What are you looking for? "
-- "I have proposed to Marie-Therese to give you a little lesson.."
-- "A lesson? What kind of lesson? "He asked, annoyed.
-- "A lesson of this kind ballbusting" she said, it catapultant again her fist between the thighs.
This time, she had hit harder. His legs are stole they do not react and he collapsed onto the carpet. He had not lost consciousness but the pain in the belly paralysed. It was clearly much stronger than him and seemed determined to get him a bad quarter of an hour.
-- "I will not give you the choice," she said by crossing his arms, which had the effect of increasing the generous curve of her arms.
He got up, legs trembling, and looked with disbelief. He had never met a woman as athletic.
-- "Listen. I do not know why you think the right to judge me but it makes no sense. I regret my behavior. Let me go now. "He said, eagerly.
He abruptly entering the wrists, she forced to kneel. He could not remember a cry of pain.
-- "Understand me well. I am determined to give you a beating that you'll remember all your life.
The throat tied it inclined head, eyes lowered.
***
-- "Very well, undresses up." 
-- "Completely?" He asked, his voice low.
-- "No, you do not merit that I stay on me on your sex, at least not as you like. Put yourself to slip, for the moment." She replied, a very derogatory tone.
She began to stretch out and make movements warm before a large mirror on foot.
His body was a harmonious blend of femininity, grace and power. Even at rest, her muscles were impressive in their thickness, contrasting with the sharpness of her skin tanned.
She surprised, admiring a blush, despite him.
-- "That's enough. Come here, now. "She said, irritated.
She takes on her sex, very strongly, then ordered him to bring to its knees.
Then, the strongest shaking, she got up, pulling his head forward. He felt his feet slightly off the ground; she maintained with force. She felt rested and fail to land.
A four-legged,he recovers his breath gradually. While he took some forces, she sent a big kick in his testicles.
-- "Are you ok ?" Said she, in a voice neutral and cruel.
-- "It could be better." He says, massaging sex.
-- "I thought my last time coming. You have an amazing grip. "Confessed he admiration and a little ashamed. "But this is enough now, let me go, the joke was on long enough."
-- "How dare you tell me about this!" Shouts she outraged.
It struck several times between the thighs, taking care not to demolish one fell swoop. He felts crushed by force of the impact and fell to the feet of the athletic young woman.
The pain was unbearable. He was taken by nausea and felt his eyesight is blurring. He looks in a halo, the dominant stature of its imperial gaze fulminant.
She left a long recovery time. It served no to immediately destroy, but to gradually bring the total pain.
He dared to say anything more. The slightest gestures of the young woman did back timidly. She saw and play to pretend to hit him, to frighten. He was properly terrorized.
He moans: "Pity. I too badly. Stop the massacre. Enough now. "
-- "Oh, but it looks like going well," she said in crispant slightly thighs.
-- "No, please ...".
She accentuated its grip slightly. He lives with terror, the hand of dominatrix shake as a threat.
-- "I do not want. You are going to kill me. "said him there, shortness of breath.
Without a word, she slowly shook his sex.
He could not resist that.
She shooks very strongly now, then relaxed the pressure to tighten a little stronger in the future.
***
He was lying on his back, almost inert.
In one of her hands free, she then took the belt pants, which he had placed on a chair nearby, and his hands bound behind their backs.
-- "Standing now." Ordered she says.
He obeyed, head low. The arms tied behind his back, he knew fully his thank you, the body offered its coups hopeless parade.
-- "Put yourself back to the wall."
The man, trembling with anxiety, gave him what she said.
-- "And now, you will pay for everything you did." She says with a determination which made him cold in the back.
He closed his eyes and waited, resigned, the punishment that it reserved.
She hits a violent coup to sex. It was more than it could bear; he felt his body bruised, already undermined by the blows that had been given, collapsing from within. It collapsed , terraced, in the face against the ground.
He gave the standing force, and now against the wall, supporting the forearm on his throat, struck all its forces shot redoubled.
Dissatisfied, she still straight, abruptly, pulling one last time her right arm backward, like an arc bander, it sent a tremendous shot that went deep into his testicles. The man groans low , collapse and, again, in a sigh.
He had his account.
She unties him, put on his shoulders, and through the exhibition, traveled in a large room, equipped with fitness equipment. This was, without doubt, it should give its course.
Striding belt put on a device, she ties up him to a portico, arm in the air and legs apart, the body crosswise.
-- "I'll take a shower and I come back. I have not yet finished with you. "Said she, a threatening tone, leaving the room.
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