7 comments/ 33471 views/ 3 favorites Vengeance of a Broken Heart By: sexyKat7777 "Ok John," Sarah replied as she hung up the phone. "Hmmmm...," she mused to herself, a small grin crossing her face. Sarah's ex-boyfriend, John, had just explained to her that he needed to come by her apartment the next day and pick up a few things that he had left there before they broke up. John had broken up with Sarah about six weeks ago and certainly had not been nice about it. Six weeks ago was the beginning of May which brought the end of spring semester and the beginning of John's usually playful summer. Before he dumped her, John and Sarah dated for about eight months. They had quickly fallen for each other and John, in particular, had leaned on Sarah throughout the past year for support in both taking his end-of-term finals and performing well on the MCAT. One week before they broke up, John discovered that he had scored exceptionally well on his MCAT, nearly guaranteeing him a spot at his medical school of choice. Even in all the excitement, though, Sarah noticed that John was very cocky that week. She had also noticed him ignoring her more when they went out to celebrate at the bars downtown. At the time she dismissed John's inattentiveness as a result of too many hours cooped up studying for all of his tests. She thought that he just needed to "get it all out" and have a couple of weeks to party in order to release the tension. Little did she know, her life was about to be turned upside down. One week to the day after his last exam, John called Sarah on the phone and broke up with her. Like any girl who had been so supportive, Sarah was in shock. The strong feelings she had developed for John implored her to plead with him. Sarah even promised she would change anything about herself or their relationship in hopes John would stay. But there was only one end to that phone conversation, and John knew it before he had dialed her number that fateful day. For a couple of weeks Sarah was distraught. She stayed in bed and watched movies, indulging only in short trips to the nearby convenience store for her favorite strawberry ice cream treats. Her friends came over to console her but it was of no use. One day while lying on the couch, the phone rang. It was Sarah's mom again. She had been calling several times a day just to check up on her. Initiating the conversation this time, however, Sarah's mom had a different tone—more upbeat. Her mom explained that both she and her dad had thought long and hard about her request to have breast augmentation and they had decided they would support it, (both financially and emotionally). Sarah's mom continued to explain that it would be good for her confidence and that a "new you" would get Sarah back on her feet. It was like something snapped in Sarah's head, and immediately she was overcome with excited anticipation. Sarah already had the facility and doctor picked out and so the next day she made an appointment. About 4 weeks later was the soonest they could perform the surgery, with a consultation being held one week prior. Ecstatic about her new look, Sarah decided she would hit the gym and start working out 4-5 days a week to get back into shape. Sarah was never really out of shape, being a collegiate tennis player. She stood about 5'8'' with an athletic build and slender but shapely arms. She had a modest chest, not quite filling a "B" cup and her stomach was nothing if not flat. The most attractive part about Sarah's body, though, was her legs. She had those perfect calves, the kind that go out slightly and come back in at the knee. And her butt to top it all off had always been complemented as being cute. Sarah knew this and played them to her advantage as best as possible, always wearing high heels and keeping her legs super smooth. She thought if she could just balance out her legs with a great chest she would be a 10; and she was right. Her face was unforgettably gorgeous but not overtly sexy. She had a pointy little nose and puffy red lips with defined cheek bones and beautiful green eyes. She had that "girl next door look," but was definitely more attractive than any real girl next door. As she stood their looking in the mirror, Sarah also decided she would cut her long brown hair. John always told her she would look ugly with short hair, but Sarah just wanted a cute bob. She grinned at herself thinking she would turn her body into an irresistible commodity with which she could attain the perfect guy. The next few weeks Sarah had continued to work out and diet which toned her stomach and thighs slightly more. She went in for her scheduled consultation, and had the surgery the following week. Sarah chose to have a full "D" cup. About a week after her surgery she was feeling less sore and was able to shop for new clothes. She thought her chest definitely drew attention now, but was not out of place. It looked good on her body and proportioned with her height. She even mused to herself half-joking, "Maybe I'll end up being a model." A couple of days had passed and she got the haircut to match. It was a longer bob kind of like Vicotoria Beckam's, but darker in her naturally rich brown color. When she had returned from the salon was when John had called and requested to come over to get the things he had left at her apartment before they broke up. As aforementioned, Sarah hung up the phone with a grin. She now knew the perfect way to get back at John and make him hurt! Sarah decided she would give John the worse case of blue balls and even go further if the situation warranted. The next morning Sarah got up early and worked out as usual. John was supposed to be coming over around 4 o'clock, so she went to the nail salon after she worked out...grabbing a quick bite for lunch on the way. She had her nails french manicured which always drove John crazy. She then went by the supermarket and bought a brand new razor as well as some really shiny lotion. Returning home, Sarah drew a nice hot bath. She soaked a bit and then lathered up her long legs, shaving them twice to make sure they were as smooth as possible. As she stepped out of the shower she blow-dried her hair with the towel wrapped around her. She giggled to herself thinking about how easy it was now for her new boobs to hold up the towel. Sarah then used a straight iron and perfectly shaped her bob. Next she went into the closet and picked out this halter top dress that John had bought for her the past Christmas. He ogled her in it before when it displayed her cleavage as a "B" cup, so she couldn't hardly imagine what his reaction would be now. Sure enough when Sarah returned to the bathroom to apply makeup and check the dress fit, she amazed even herself. It looked like her cleavage was literally on display. She then proceeded to apply light eye and face makeup before painting her lips a dark blood red. She usually didn't wear a lot of lipstick, but John used to prefer it on special occasion because just looking at it made him ache for a blowjob. She was sure to cover her lips with just enough lipgloss over top to make them shiny. That was another thing John just died for. He always loved how the girls in Hollywood made their bodies so shiny, especially their legs and lips. But Sarah had never indulged in that fantasy because she never found the right lotion and thought putting oil on herself in a nice dress would just be messy. "But tonight," she thought, "he's going to see the shiniest legs and cleavage in New York." Sarah slowly and deliberately rubbed in the shiny lotion on her smooth legs and even coated them twice. She then proceeded to rub it in on her chest as when she heard the doorbell. Quickly she got up, finished rubbing the lotion into her chest, and ran to the door. Just as she was approaching the door the doorbell rang again. "I'm coming," she shouted as she flung the door open. John was there with one of his friends whom Sarah knew all too well: Scott. Sarah, John and Scott had hung out many times together as Scott and John would study at her apartment. They would take study breaks together, and he had kind of become like a second boyfriend without the sex. Sarah had always been curious about him, a feeling which was mutually shared with Scott. "Oh," Sarah quickly said, "what a pleasant surprise to see you Scott." Both boys just sat there and stared at her, all dressed up and with her new body lotion and haircut. John was nearly drooling, when Scott politely commented with an innocent smile, "Wow, Sarah, you look great!" John slowly turned to give Scott a look of disapproval to which Scott replied with a shrug, "What...don't you think she looks great?" Without answering and turning back, and while slowly taking in her appearance John snapped, "Are you going somewhere?" "Yeah," Sarah replied as she shifted her weight and supported her already ample cleavage with crossed arms, "I'm supposed to go out with the girls tonight." Sarah knew this was a total lie, but anything to make John believe he was no longer desired was worth it. Sarah then stepped to the side and happily stated, "Oh, I'm so sorry, please come in...what a poor hostess I am." As John stepped through the threshold of the door he was immediately engulfed by the intoxicating aroma of both her recent shower and his favorite perfume. He inhaled deeply walking towards the couch before turning around as he heard the door shut. Sarah started walking across the living room towards her bedroom, "I put what I could remember in that box on the couch." Then she turned to Scott, "Hey, come back here and help me choose some shoes to go with this outfit." Sarah knew this would make John jealous because he couldn't stand other men looking at her all dressed up. In fact, if they were still dating, he never would have let her leave the house in something quite so sexy. "Sure," Scott replied beginning to follow her. Meanwhile as John gave him an evil glance, he began to rifle through his belongings in the box. John was obviously getting mad as he picked up each item and threw it on the floor, trying to make as much noise as possible like an upset little child. On the way back to Sarah's bedroom, Scott admired the way Sarah's hips swayed from side to side as she walked. When they got back to her closet she took out several pairs of shoes. "First we have these," Sarah said. She picked up some red close-toed Mary Janes that were about 4 inches high. There was a strap over the front. She put them on and stood there in front of Scott, twirling her body around and flexing her calves. "Wow, those look great," Scott assessed. Apparently this was loud enough for John to hear because he grabbed a picture frame that was in the box and marched back to the bedroom where Sarah and Scott were. "Ugh-hmm," John cleared his throat audibly so that Scott would get out of the way. "Oh, hey," Sarah replied, "we're just seeing what shoes look the best." "Ok, whatever," John snapped as he stared at her legs. "I just wanted to tell you that I don't want this stupid picture frame." "That one," Sarah asked in disbelief? "Yeah, you made it, so keep it and give it to someone else," John returned. "Oh...," Sarah muttered--her feelings slightly hurt. Then remembering her purpose with the task at hand she positively remarked, "Ok." Sarah proceeded next to turn around and bend over so both guys could take in her perfectly round ass. John's favorite position used to be from the back with her legs inside his so she could just squeeze it out of him. Sarah took off the shoes and then opened a new box. "Actually, I think these will look the best," Sarah stated leaning on the wall with one hand and bringing her foot up to the other. She delicately placed a brand new pair of black patent leather pumps on that had to be almost 5 inches tall. They also had the pointiest toe John had ever seen. John immediately felt something move in his pants, but was interrupted in thought by Scott. "Not to be too forward or anything, but...um...well, how should I phrase it," Scott stumbled over his words. "Go ahead," Sarah encouraged, almost seeming to know what Scott would ask. "Did you change something about yourself," Scott then asked? Sarah gave a sexy little grin and touched the sides of her bob. "Yeah, do you like my new haircut." "Uh-er, yeah, it's nice," Scott continued, "but I was talking about that." As Scott said this he unmistakably looked right at Sarah's cleavage. Sarah laughed and cupped her breasts in both hands, giggling them slightly. "Oh these," she replied, "let's just say they're upgrades." "Puuuhhhlease," Scott interrupted, "that's just one of those new bras or something. They make all girls look like that." "Oh yeah," Sarah said reaching out and grabbing one hand from each boy. She them cupped them to her breasts and over her nipples, "I'm not even wearing a bra." As she said this she threw John's hand down but let Scott's stay there a little longer before placing it at his side. "Scott," John said forcefully, "go down to the store and get us a 12-pack for later." "Huh," Scott questioned? "You heard me. I said go down to the store and get a 12-pack for later." John was now motioning with both his head and eyes for Scott to leave. "But we can just pick it up when we l—..." John interrupted him, "Go get it now!" "Ok," Scott obeyed. Then he turned to Sarah, "Well, uh, I guess I'll see u in a bit then." "Guess so," Sarah replied. And then silence permeated through the entire apartment until Scott closed the door as he was leaving. "What in the hell are you doing" John demanded? "What," Sarah replied innocently as she sarcastically batted her eyes? "You know damn well what," John continued. "You mean you don't approve," Sarah continued. But before John could reply she began again, "Last time I checked I don't need your approval for anything." John suddenly changed his voice like he had dozens of times before when they argued. He held out his hands to her sides and cocked his head slightly to the side before raising his eyebrows and saying, "Babe, please. Come on. Look, I'm sorry. I said a lot of things I didn't mean before. Just please, let's give this another chance. I can't handle this." Sarah crossed her arms, "Handle what?" "This," John started to raise his voice but kept it in check. "All of this," he motioned up and down her body with his hand. "You know this is my fantasy and you never dressed up like this for me. Please baby, even if we don't stay together, please, let's just have one last time. You know that's how couples do it right? After they break up they still get together one last time," John relayed almost as a question. Sarah then took his hands and lifted up the bottom of her dress, "You mean you can't handle my legs being this smooth?" With that she grazed his fingertips on her smooth and lotioned thigh allowing him to feel she had on no undergarments. "Or would it be this that you can't handle," Sarah again asked as she took the same hand and placed it on her cleavage. "Or maybe this," she mused as she took his middle finger and put it in her mouth, sucking slightly and twirling her tongue around it as she withdrew to leave a stained red color on his finger. "Oohohh," John grunted as he noticeably grew a bulge in his pants. "So how are the boys," Sarah asked as she placed her delicate newly-manicured fingertips on his crouch and massaged him slightly. "Bet they could really use some release, huh" Sarah asked, backing her ass up into him forcefully? "Uh-huh," John replied with something akin to the voice one might use with a baby or young puppy. Abruptly, Sarah then withdrew herself from him, "Well, you gave it all up about 6 weeks ago if I'm not mistaken." John got down on his knees. "Please Sarah, Please! I'll do anything. I just have to have you right now; like this. I promise I'll do anything." "Anything," Sarah repeated with an evil grin on her face? Without hesitation John answered, "Anything!" Sarah cocked her head to the side and thought for a brief moment before continuing, "Ok, you're on. But you have to do exactly as I say. And if you do, I can promise I'll make you feel better than you ever have before." "Oh god, yes," John replied motioning his hands together vertically as if thanking a deity in prayer. "Why don't you lie on the bed then," Sarah began. John didn't respond but rather quickly jumped on the bed with his shoes on which had always been a pet peeve of Sarah's. She glanced at his shoes and he instantly took them off throwing them to hit the door while rolling his eyes, "Oh yeah, right." Sarah could feel her heart beat a little faster and a warm feeling inside, knowing that this was the point of no return. She swallowed and thought to herself, "It's now or never." With that she walked around to the front of the bed and climbed on slowly with all fours. She seductively placed her index finger over John's mouth so the tip of her nail fit snuggly in his philtrum. Bringing her lips close to his she licked them and teased him with soft blows. She then went forward to blow ever so lightly on his neck and finally buried her head in his crouch, massaging him firmly and slowly with her head. She could feel his swollen member and even his poor little balls which were filling up with cum. She then asked him to get the lotion from the nightstand saying, "I think these legs could use just a little more moisturizing." Sarah knew John loved to rub lotion on her legs and so she leaned back and placed her feet in his crouch. He could feel her smooth shins and calves and admire the silky nature with which they had been painstakingly shaved. "Oh wow honey," John began, "I don't ever remember them being this smooth. And where did you get this lotion? They're so shiny." Sarah replied haphazardly, "Oh, I dunno...it was on sale at the market." As John worked his way up to her knees she began to fondle his balls with her toes, curling them around him and kneading his sac softly. John just grunted in pleasure as he finished her legs and then looked at her chest. "Oh, you wanna feel these," Sarah asked? "Mmm-hmm," John responded again in a baby voice while nodding his head up and down. "Ok," Sarah said, "but remember I'm going out so I don't want to have to put all this back on. You can feel them through my dress." Not about to argue John cupped her newly acquired boobs in his hands and squeezed while rotating them. Her tits were still very soft, but there was a welcomed firmest they now had which John was surprised to find he preferred. After a little more fondling, Sarah told John to lay on his back and relax. She pulled off his socks and his pants, along with his boxers. John responded by pulling off his shirt. She dragged her nails ever so delicately up and down his legs sending chills down his spine every time she got close to his cock. She then got up between his legs and placed one hand under his balls to hold them while stroking him with the other hand slowly. John's eyes instinctively rolled back into his head and she could feel that he was getting to close so she stopped. She then ran her fingernails up and down his cock as well as lightly raking his balls. Several times she repeated this maneuver of stroking and stopping until finally a small bit of precum formed on the tip. "Oh," Sarah remarked, "isn't that nice." She took her index finger and slid it around in his pre all over the tip before leaning over some more. She positioned herself to give John a blowjob, but instead put her mouth around his cock about halfway down being careful not to let it touch. He felt the hot air of her breath and she squeezed his balls slightly as if to indicate that he better not move because she was in control. Suddenly she sat back up and moved the hair out of her face. Vengeance of a Broken Heart Ch. 02 John just sat there aching as Sarah slowly played with him. The expression on her face was that of some sort of dark pensiveness with which John had most recently become acquainted. Sarah almost felt sorry for him as she looked down at his poor little balls and his helpless body. Sarah began to wonder if this was as far as she should take it. After all, several crushing blows to the nuts would render any male helpless and certainly would have been enough revenge for his breaking up with her 6 weeks ago. She was slowly twisting her index finger and thumb around his soft manhood, falling even deeper into the ponderings of John's immediate future when the phone suddenly rang. "BRRRRIIINGGGG!!!" Her telephone ringer was like a cacophony of electronics products all rolled into one receiver and it had caught Sarah off guard. She leaned forward to John and said, "I'll be right back," playfully tapping his nose with her finger each time she said a word. John exhibited not even the slightest amusement and instead resorted to a sigh. Sarah went to the opposite side of the room and picked up the phone. She glanced at the caller ID just before opening communication by depressing the "talk" button. "Hey girl," Sarah answered. It was her best friend Amber. Obviously followed by salutations on the transmitting line, Sarah immediately sensed that something wasn't right in Amber's voice. "What's a matter," Sarah questioned sincerely? As Sarah talked on the phone and paced back and forth, John turned his head so that he could see her. He still couldn't believe that she was dressed so provocatively, and as much as he didn't want to be, he was getting turned on by her appearance once again. She looked so dominating atop her 4-inch patent leather heels and he just loved the way her legs glittered in the sun when she passed in front of the bay window. John knew he had touched those legs a thousand times before and was sure that he must have taken them for granted because he would now give anything just to feel them. It was a simple chaos whirling around in John's mind of jealousy and admiration as he hated her for dressing like this only after they broke up, but couldn't resist it in any case. He also longed to squeeze her breasts but knew if he got the chance he would squeeze them so hard he'd hurt her. He was getting more mad by the second just thinking about it and concocted a variety of scenarios for how he would make Sarah pay once she released him. "SLAM!!" John was startled by the sound of the portable telephone hitting its docking station. Sarah turned around and looked at him in utter disgust. The once devilish smile was now replaced with an elementary wicked stare as she propped her breasts up while crossing her arms in front of her. She walked around to the front of the bed and asked John very poignantly, "Do you have anything you'd like to tell me?" "Huh," John answered in bewilderment? Sarah then kicked her long shapely right leg up above her head as if she was doing a split while standing and let her foot come crashing down about two inches away from his unprotected balls. "I said, 'Do you have anything you want to tell me?' Do you have anything you want to confess," Sarah continued more decisively? John nervously lifted his head to see her shiny knee and shin pointing directly down to the patent leather pump she wore just inches away from his balls. The pointed stiletto heel was squashing the bed linen into the mattress. He honestly didn't know what she was talking about, and in fear of saying the wrong thing John replied to Sarah's question with a question so as to limit his search, "What do you mean?" "I mean," Sarah began derogatorily, "is there any major event that you lied about when we were dating?" Her voice now graduated to a roar, "ANYTHING THAT YOU DIDN'T TELL ME?" Immediately John realized that it must have had something to do with the phone call Sarah just received, and so again instead of answering her question he asked in a trembling voice, "Who was that?" "Listen hear Johnny boy," Sarah changed to a cutesy yet sarcastically young voice and leaned over as if to divulge some secret, "I'm only gonna ask you one more time, and the best thing you can do to save yourself is to tell the truth." Sarah then leaned back up and reassumed her previous towering position, "So, let me ask once again, 'Do you have anything you'd like to confess to me?" John's mind darted one way and then the other when the obvious answer was right in front of him. He thought of this answer for only a brief second but then countered the thought in his mind thinking to himself, "It can't be that, there's no way, she never knew about that, and no one who could tell her ever found out." Despite his rationalization though, there was no other thing in particular that John had done since he'd met her, (that she hadn't already confronted him about), that would qualify for this sort of reaction. John decided that no answer would be foolish but brutal honesty would be stupid, so he attempted to find something else that would hopefully pass in humiliation. "Ok, ok," John began, "I suppose you found out that I used to go through your panty drawer and use your nice silk panties to masturbate with." Sarah's expression didn't change, which afforded him neither affirmation nor falsehood. Noting this, John continued to apologize, "I'm sorry, I just couldn't resist. You know how I love the gleam of your legs when you rub cream on them, and I suppose some of that shiny affection carried over into admiration for your silk underwear." He paused ever so briefly only to resume, "Why, did I accidentally ruin one? I'm sorry if I did. I'll buy you another one. I promise." John's speech became choppy as he verbally manifested his excuse, but something about Sarah's silence led him to believe that he probably wasn't on the right track. "Ok John," Sarah replied evenly, "I gave you a chance to save yourself, but it's obvious that you just don't care. And it's also obvious that you have been lying through your teeth!" Sarah stopped for a moment and then continued, "That was Amber." As soon as John heard the name he knew exactly what it was about, but he didn't utter a word as he was almost in shock from the fear of what she might do. Slowly as if revealing some conniving plot, Sarah confronted John. "Amber told me that apparently that night a couple of months ago when I was sick and couldn't go out with you guys to the Martini Bar, Scott was also out of town. She said that ya'll met up at the bar alone, and that Scott was not there as you had told me. She also told me that you got her drunk and she felt like you took advantage of her. She said you wouldn't leave when you followed her back to the apartment and practically insisted on having sex." Feeling that now would be a good time to defend himself, John interjected, "Baby, please, don't believe a word Amber says. You know she's crazy. You remember what happened at the beach that time. You know, she borrowed your bathing suit and didn't give it back, and then when you asked her for it, she denied you ever gave it to her until she found it in her own garage a couple of weeks later. She probably doesn't even remember that night. I'm telling the truth, we didn't have sex. Please babe, you gotta believe me." "Wow," Sarah stated calmly, "you really do believe your own bullshit, don't you?" John attempted to defend himself once again, "Babe, please I'm tel—." But John was unable to say another word before Sarah stealthily pulled off the high heel on her foot closest to his balls, and with the shoe in her hand, slapped the toe of it as hard as she could down onto his exposed nuts. At the same time she also screamed, "SHUT UP!!!" "THWAACKKK," the collision made an awful sound and John immediately tensed up against his restraints. The veins in John's neck were popping out and his face was turning red as he began to cough. John's hands were squeezed into tight fists and his brow was wrinkled as his eyes tightly shut. He exhaled while grinding his teeth and kept trying to close his legs as far as he could. "UNNGGGHH," John grunted several times, but failed to make any sensible statement before Sarah opened her mouth to talk once more. "Oh I hate you," she said coldly. "I should have known you were a prick on our very first date when you were checking out the waitresses legs." John sat there writhing in pain, unable to respond and still breathing heavily while rolling his head around as if being mobile would lessen the discomfort. Sarah then spread her legs and stood on the bed so that her left and right feet were on the outside of John's thighs. "You want me to untie you," she said, and then repeated her proposition, "Is that what you'd like?" "Yes please," was all John could beg. "Sure, I'll untie you," and if you can get away then I guess our little party here is done. But as soon as she made that statement she took her dominant right foot and swung it back, bending so far at the knee that the stiletto heel lightly tapped her own ass. Instantaneously she then swung it forward so that the sharp toe of her high heel nearly ripped his sac; not to mention that his two balls were crushed to opposite sides abruptly. "OH SHIT," John screamed in agony. He followed with the same line again, and again, "Oh shit, oh shit, oh shit, oh shit, oh shit," as if he were stuttering the phrase. Meanwhile Sarah untied his hands. Instinctively John shot his hands towards his balls in an immediate effort to protect them, but Sarah kneeled down and caught both hands by the wrist forcing them to return to their original position on the bed. She got down on her knees which were placed now between John's legs and rammed her knee full force into his balls. "Go ahead," Sarah invited sarcastically. Then while ramming her dominant knee into his groin again, she continued, "Go ahead and leave. I thought you wanted to be untied so you can leave." John was clearly too weak in his present state to fight with her and submitted unwillingly as Sarah began to tie his wrists back to the bed gain with the Velcro straps. "Uh-huh," Sarah stated, "that's what I thought. Girls can always win a fight against a boy if they know where it really hurts." With that comment she dominated his balls in her right hand. "But you know," she started again, "there is one other thing that I believe will hurt as well." Sarah then leaned over and started to blow him again. John's attempts to resist the natural urge which was making him hard were futile. And so with just a few long licks up and down his shaft while one of her hands was gliding just below her mouth and the other was cupping his balls he became hard as a rock. Sarah noted that his balls felt bigger and tighter than ever before, and his penis seemed ready to rip out of its own skin. She knew it must be causing him so much pain not to cum and was enjoying every second of it. She then got on top of him and sat down on him so that her warm body enveloped his swollen cock. She followed by riding him slowly with the palms of her hands pressing much of her body weight down onto his stomach, just below his belly button. Sarah cocked her head to the side and said, "Now I get to go as fast or as slow as I want. Now I'm on top." She seemed to emphasize any first person reference to herself while saying this. "I can go fast like this," she swiftly raised and lowered herself on him rapidly. "Or, I can go slow like this," she immediately stopped and just ground on him in large circles. "Or maybe you prefer to feel it go in and out," Sarah rose up so that only a part of his tip was in her and then fell back down making his dick essentially shoot into her. "I like the in and out," Sarah replied as if she was talking to herself. John could feel his dick thrust into her and lifted his hips off the bed every time she went up as it felt like she was going to slide off of him which would make her falling down on his hard cock very painful. Sarah then spoke to him once again, "But it seems like this when we were dating. And it seems like there was some reason, but I just can't remember what it was." "Buh...buh...be careful," John strained out as he kept thrusting off the bed every time she would get to the top. "Oh, that's right," Sarah said, letting his dick slide just outside of her and back between her buttcheeks, but forward of her asshole. Then suddenly she began putting her full weight onto the tip of his stiffness as she continued with the statement she had started, "you were always afraid I'd slide out and bend your little dick as I came back down." Abruptly she fell down and his cock was crushed into himself. It felt to John like it was going to bend over onto itself and just crack in half like a dry twig. "OOOWWWOWWCH," John cried. His hard cock felt like it had been broken, but luckily it slide back under her ass. John was more angry than before as he contemplated the possibility that she could damage his goods permanently. And with this realization he began to roll his hips from side to side in efforts to throw Sarah off of him. But Sarah just responded by covering her mouth and giggling like a little girl while enjoying the show being put on by her helpless captor. "Of course maybe I should get some pleasure out of your pain," she continued as she lifted up again and used her delicate hand and french-manicured nails to glide him into her again. She then brought her legs forward so that her feet were on the outsides of his shoulders and laid down so that her back was covering most of the bed between his legs. This was bending John's cock back down into an awkward and painful position. If his cock was soft it would dangle between his legs naturally, but to have his erection bent backwards was awful. Sarah moaned as if she was enjoying it while simultaneously letting her fingers explore her clitoris. John, instead, was moaning in agony and in the rhythm of Sarah's hips which kept constantly jolting his cock back farther again and again. "Oh, oh, mmmm..." Sarah was in ecstasy. John regretted that now her fingernails were raking the base of his shaft while she played with herself. Sarah teased John that she was giving him an opportunity to blow his load, but she knew that he couldn't. She lamented louder now in contrast with John's sufferings when John felt her body become tense and her fingernails dig into him. "UUGUGUUGGGHHH," John winced! "OOOOHHOHHH," Sarah wailed! John could feel her pulse from the inside squeezing him repeatedly while she maintained her orgasm. Then seconds later she relaxed and had broken out into a cold sweat. "No please, please, PLEASE don't do this to me," John pleaded, "my balls are so full of cum they feel as if they're going to pop! Please change positions and let me cum, I can't take it any more. I'm begging you." Sarah didn't acknowledge John at all, but rather laid there in pure ecstasy as she was smiling in her own mind at this sheer power she had over John. But Sarah didn't rest much longer before she heard a wrapping on the door. "THWACK, THUMP, THOMP!," the sound of the knocking echoed down the corridor in her small apartment. "Oh thank god," John muttered, "Scott's finally back." Sarah sat up and rested on her elbows looking at John nearly dumbfounded. John replied to her silence with a confidence that he hadn't expressed since she had tightly immobilized him to the bed: "You're gonna get it now Sarah. I can't wait for him to come in here. Just how do you think you're going to explain this?" John spoke these words angrily, but without yelling or raising his voice. Sarah just got up slowly and shrugged as if nothing was amiss. Then with similar conviction as before John turned to face her on the side of the bed as she was putting her heels back on, "And just you wait until I get out of these restraints. Then you really will be my bitch!" John emphasized this last word to make a point. He even accented it with a cocky grin. Sarah paused as if a lighting bolt had shot up her spine for an instant when she heard herself being referred to as a "bitch" again. But then she quickly continued straightening herself up to answer the door. Sarah walked into the bathroom leaving the door open and looking in the mirror so that John could see her reapplying the thick red lipstick as well as lightly placing her hair. She also ruffled her breasts so that they were at attention and would expose the most possible cleavage. She then reached down and squirted a small amount of lotion onto her fingers and rubbed it into her cleavage so that it was still as shiny as her silky legs. Following that, Sarah turned the light off, walked out of the bathroom, and wandered towards the bedroom door. John hated himself for admiring her ass as she began to walk away, but his lack of release gave him no choice. Suddenly, though, Sarah turned around and leaned onto both of her hands which were firmly pressed against opposite sides of the door trim. As her head peeked into the room, she looked coolly into John's eyes almost as if she were squinting but without any wrinkles. She then proceeded in a voice that could only foretell cruelty, "And just who's side do you think Scott is gonna be on when he finds out that you fucked the girl he's still dating?" TO BE CONTINUED... Vengeance of a Broken Heart "Hey, there's something that I always wanted to try when we were dating, but never got to." "Oh God, please don't stop now babe...Please! I really need to cum. My balls are aching!" Sarah made a pouty face, "I thought you said you'd do anything." "Ok, but does it involve me cumming?" "Oh yes, John, I promise. You're gonna love it." With that Sarah leaned over him to open the first drawer of her nightstand and pulled out four Velcro straps. "What are those," John inquired, prepared to go along with anything that would progress towards his orgasm. His hard on was now killing him and he was starting to massage himself. "Ah-ah-ah," Sarah motioned with disapproval, "don't do that. I'm the one that gets to make you cum." Sarah then reached down to cradle his balls again which were now blue and seemed engorged as if they were ready to pop. Even the slightest touch made John wince. "Oh babe, I'm so sorry, you really need to cum, don't you?" "Yes," John replied. "Please hurry up." "Ok, well I just wanted to tie you up to make fulfill my fantasy. I guess it's kind of like S & M but not really. I mean I don't even know exactly what that is, and I don't have on leather or any whips or anything. But I just thought it would be fun to tie you up and ride you until you came." John's eyes widened, "Oh god yes, please. That would be so sexy." He immediately spread out for her so that she could tie each of his limbs to her four-poster bed. When she was finished with the last one she asked, "Are they tight?" John struggled to get them off and replied uneasily, "Uh, yeah. I thought I'd be able to get out of these things if I really wanted to, but I can't." He continued pulling at them a little more, but finally gave up. Sarah then leaned down between his legs and placed her cleavage in his face, just out of reach from his tongue which was trying desperately to lick her. Realizing the futility, John spoke with a harsher tone, "Hey, I thought you weren't gonna tease me anymore. Remember, I'm really aching down there. You gotta help me." Calmly and with a coolness that John had never seen before from Sarah she answered him while looking at his balls, "I don't think I'd be making demands if I were you. After all, you are pretty vulnerable here." John scowled and now really tried hard to free himself from the straps. "Is this some kind of sick joke," he asked? "What's wrong with you? Come on, suck me off or something. And if you're not, then let me go." Then John spoke to himself under his breath, "I should've known better than to get involved with this bitch again." "This what," Sarah replied as she cradled his balls in her fingertips? "Huh," John responded trying to act ignorant. "I didn't say anything." "Better not have," Sarah snapped back. Sarah then turned around and eased herself down on his cock. Her warmth and tightness from not having been fucked in a while felt unimaginably good to John. She then leaned back so that she was in his favorite position, but this time with her on top. Her hair was in his face and she just rode him slowly as she played with her breasts. "Too bad you can't feel these," Sarah spoke. "Oh babe, please, please untie me. I promise, I'll be good. Just please let me feel your breasts and your smooth legs." As he finished talking Sarah crossed her ankles and squeezed as hard as she could providing irresistible friction for John who was now grinding into her with what little vantage he had. John breathed heavier and heavier as Sarah leaned up and bounced up and down on him, riding his cock. He was almost about to cum when Sarah noticed him breathing too hard and slid off slowly. "What the fuck are you doing," John screamed! "That," Sarah sounded deliberate with her words, "is all you get!" "What?!? What the fuck?" John looked to the right and left examining his Velcro straps, "Let me out of here right now." He continued to struggle while Sarah just sat on her knees in between his legs and crossed her arms. "Oh, I wouldn't worry about those accidentally ripping or coming off. The guy at the store told me that a 250 lb. bodybuilder couldn't even break them." "You stupid bitch," John yelled infuriatingly, "You let me out now!" "Oh, a 'bitch' am I?" "Yes," John yelled as he spat in her face. Sarah was shocked and a rage came over her that she had never known. But still she kept her cool. "Oh John, John, little Johnny," she replied. "I really wish you hadn't done that. I was just planning on getting your poor little balls blue and then letting you go when Scott got back just in case you tried something. But now plans seemed to have changed." "Wha-, what do you mean 'plans changed'," John asked nervously. "For instance," Sarah said as she took his balls in her left and cradled them in her hand, "if you hadn't called me a 'bitch' I wouldn't have felt obligated to do this!" And with the end of that emphatic statement she took her right hand, balled it up in a fist and punched his nuts as hard as she could against her left hand. "AAOOWOOOWAOHH!!!" John's body writhed in pain and his eyes were shut tight. He struggled harder than ever against his bindings to break through and cover his unprotected balls, but all he could do was whimper and try to catch his breath. Meanwhile Sarah just looked into his eyes and laughed devilishly, still holding his precious jewels in her left hand. She juggled them extremely soft between her fingertips, but even the slightest pressure made John whelp. "Just to think," Sarah began, "that you used to have these shiny, silky legs and at least could've had these perfect tits and maybe even these warm lips had you not let that one simple word slip from your mouth." She then repeated the word almost as if thinking out loud, "'Bitch...,' it compels a woman to do the most awful things." John was half paying attention and half whimpering as his efforts to free himself were mitigated in exhaustion. "Johnny boy, are you ok," Sarah asked in a placating tone? "Unghggh," was all Johnny boy could muster at this point. "I'm sorry," Sarah finally apologized, "but you just really shouldn't have called me a bitch." She then wrapped her warm fingers around his sac to make it feel protected and began stroking his shaft. As much as John didn't want to admit it, strangely he was becoming once again aroused. His prick started slowly to stand back up at attention, all the while Sarah's strokes getting longer and harder. "Let's see if those balls still have any cum in them shall we," Sarah mused. John was just now beginning to come around and regain complete consciousness. He opened his eyes and tried to watch her stroking his shaft. He began to pant and enjoy her handy work and even muttered the quietist, "Puh...pa...please...let me cum." Sarah looked into his eyes, winked and blew him a kiss with her full red lips. For all John could tell, her sole obligation at this point was making him feel good. She then went beyond any present expectation that he possessed, and leaned over to put him in her warm mouth. "Ooooh...uhh..oohohh," John sighed in ecstasy. Sarah bobbed her head up and down slowly making sure this would be the best blowjob he would ever get. She swirled her tongue around his cock and nearly made dicksucking an art as her glossy lips shined covering his shaft. John felt as if he could hardly control it any longer, and Sarah was slurping with such force that he thought it might be possible she would literally pull the cum out of him. Sarah noticed his hips start to shake like they always did right before he let loose and quickly lifted her head up off his cock as she squeezed down on his scrotum. Wanting to cum so badly, John initially didn't take in the complete force that Sarah's vice grip had on his precious balls. Precum began to shoot and then all of the sudden it felt as if his heart dropped into his stomach. Sarah was squeezing his balls so intently that he couldn't even breathe. He looked at her with pleading eyes, almost about to cry in the pain from not being able to cum and having his balls busted by his ex-girlfriend. Sarah just looked back and smiled, plainly stating as if to inform him of some flippant truth, "This is for breaking my heart!" She then kept the same amount of pressure but twisted his balls in her hand. "AAAGHHAGGH," John let out! "Come on sweetheart, let me know how much it hurts," Sarah replied steadily. She then continued, "I mean, you broke my heart, so it's only fair that I break your balls, right?" "Na...o...no...please, Sarah, please, don't do this. I'm begging you." John's words were nearly a whisper and seemed to fall on deaf ears until he felt her grip weaken slightly. "I'm listening," she coaxed. "Please don't do this," John continued lightly. "It hurts so bad. I can't take it anymore. You don't even have to make me cum...just let me go." Sarah pondered his request for a moment. Then casually she released his balls, "Well, if I let you go you might try to attack me or something, so I'll tell you what. As soon as I here Scott open the door, I'll let you go." John pleaded for Sarah to release him immediately, but it was to no avail. Instead she just sat there, watching him recover in agony, and slowly stroking him again. However, the speed and touch with which she was stroking him would never allow him to cum. It would only yield frustration. Naturally, Sarah knew this, and enjoyed every last bit of it as she looked into his eyes coldly. TO BE CONTINUED...