The Balls
Added 2-14-07

The room was too stuffy for her taste but she had come with a purpose. That purpose was across the room talking to some blond bimbo in red. He had dared her to come tonight and she had taken him up on it. Never one to back down from a dare, Belinda stood on the other end of the dance floor.

Waiting.

David had asked her, no dared her to come tonight. To a ball he knew she didn’t fit into nor did she particularly feel comfortable being at. She was more at ease with men with tattoos and piercing then a black tie event. But she borrowed a dress from the drag queen down the hall and dussied up her magenta hair and here she was. Now if he wanted her he had to come at least as far as across the dance floor.

She knew when he’d finally seen her. Correction the bimbo in red finally saw her. The look was a familiar one Belinda got whenever she attended these sorts of events. One of mocking disbelief.

As David turned towards her, his look changed from one of constant boredom to a look of devouring hunger. PURE ANIMAL LUST. Without a word to his companion, David left his lady in red, mouth gaping, to her own devices. If the quickest distance between two points is a straight line he made a beeline for Belinda across the dance floor. And if a couple got in his way he went between them.

Belinda almost blushed, almost. She was too many encounters away from the blushing virgin she had been at sixteen. She knew the heat rising in her skin had nothing to do with blushing and everything to do with his eyes and how they were publicly undressing her. She could feel the silk panties growing wet between her thighs and her nipples were at full attention through the beaded gown.

He didn’t speak, just placed his hand on her lower back as he lead her out on to the balcony. They had been playing this game at the office for months now. Each one flirted but not until today had it become a downright dare. David saw her necking with a friend at the office forth of July Party and told her that he’d been hard for her ever since. He never enjoyed watching much, was always more of a hands on player but had she given him the chance he would have watched her fuck another man all-night long.

Had David asked Belinda was certain she would have let him watch.

Once out on the balcony, over looking the city harbor, Belinda put a hand on her hip and purred gently, “So I am here, what do you plan to do with me?”

“That depends on how far you’re planning to let me take it.”

“Why don’t you try me and I will tell you when to stop.”

David took a step back from her. His face registered the pleasure her words gave him. “I have a gift for you,” David said softly, reaching into his pocket. With smooth gestures, he brought out a red Asian silk box. With his thumb he flipped open the box to reveal two shiny metal balls, each about the size of a golf ball. David took each ball out slowly, placing them in the palm of his left hand. He rotated the balls repeatedly through his long fingers, allowing them to chime softly in the cool early September air. “Do you know what these are?”

“Ben-Wa Balls?”

David walked behind Belinda and rolled the balls against her neck and collarbone. “Have you tried them?”

“No,” came her breathless response.

“I want to put these in you. Is that okay?”

She nodded, “What do I do?”

“You hold them in. You keep your pussy walls tight around them.” He whispered against the back of her neck as his hand slowly lifted the back of her dress. She could feel the cool air against her skin. She shivered with a mix of delight, expectation and chill. His hand moved gently over her ass cupping the half-moon mound. “As you move they will jingle and hit each other, sending sensations through your body.”

She then felt the cool balls rolling her over her heated skin. She closed her eyes as a sense of pleasure raked over her.

Her knees buckled, his arm moved around her waist pulling her towards him. She could feel his hard muscles through his tuxedo shirt, but it was the warm breath against her ears that sent shivers down her spine. “You are going to come so hard when I fuck you. Don’t pull away … you know its going to happen. We have been moving to this point since we met.”

Her breathing hitched as she felt the cool metal ball make contact with her clit, she inhaled sharply as he rolled the ball over and around pressing gently against the opening of her pussy, before rolling the ball again over her clit. The ball now wet and warm hummed with music as it chimed and rolled over her woman's mound. Her excitement was building, curiously mixed with the unknown kept her on her toes.

She leaned against him for support, knowing this was the only way she could remain standing. He had her in his expert control, she was sure he knew it but she didn’t' really care, this felt too good to stop. Somewhere in the back of her mind, she knew they were in a public place but she couldn’t rationalize why that should concern her? All clear thoughts were miles away. Every thought, feeling, or need was directed towards the wet apex between her thighs.

With a gasp, she felt the first ball enter her. Instinctively, she clinched down tightly on the cool, smooth ball. She felt him laugh, deep in his chest, against her back. Huskily against her ear he murmured, "Don't tense, not yet. First you need to relax so I can get them both in."

"I'm afraid," she murmured honestly.

"Of what?"

"That it will fall out."

His teeth grazed her earlobe, “I promise you, these aren't going anywhere." His forefinger, followed by the middle finger, entered her. He allowed her to feel his fingers, accommodate them within her for a few seconds. Then he pushed the metal ball deep within her pussy, as it rolled over her g-spot she shuddered with ecstasy. The familiar twinges of her orgasm could be felt deep wit in her belly and at the tips of fingers.

He stopped moving within her and hissed, "Not yet, I want us to come together."

She bit her lip, to hold off the orgasm that was building. Just when she thought she couldn't stay it any longer, he removed his fingers. Taking a deep breath in, she relaxed once again against his chest. They stood like that for a minute, he was allowing her to adjust to the ball, feel it with in her. Learn how to hold it in and relish the feelings it provoked deep inside her.

Uncertainty led to curiosity, the feeling that something foreign was in her. The knowledge that he had put it there, made her body burn with desire. She could feel his erection hard and eager against her lower back. She felt power surge through her. With a growing sense of daring, she moved her hips from side to side, first tentatively then with a more confidence. She could hear the music coming from the ballroom and let her inner beat pick-up the rhythm.

Just as she felt completely in control, his hand gripped on her hips to stop her movement. She didn't know if it was because he couldn't take anymore or if he just wanted to regain the control he was quickly loosing. She was pretty certain is was the former.

They stood still, her in his arms through the rest of the song. Then as a slow sond started, he brought his fingers to her lips. She could smell herself on his fingers. "Taste what I will taste when I take you in my mouth," he demanded softly.

She hesitantly took the two fingers into her mouth. She could taste herself on his fingers, could smell the musky sent as she breathed in. She took his fingers deep in her mouth, instinctively she sucked his fingers as she would his cock. Licking every remnant of her juices off.

He slowly pulled his fingers out of her mouth until she only had the very tips of them between her lips. He spread them wide into a wide 'V', "Now that you imagined my fingers were my cock, I want you to imagine them to be a pussy and show me how you would lick a woman out."

Shock ran through her body, she was adventurous but no one knew that she harbored secret fantasy's about women, no one knew that she sometimes got turned on when a hot female in a short skirt walked by. She wasn't too certain how far she was willing to take this with him. "Please," he begged licking the line of her spine up to her spiked red hair, "Help me live the fantasy too."

A renewed sense of power shot through her like a drug, determined she took the fingers back into mouth wrapping her tongue around the finger and through the "V". She sucked and lapped until she heard him moan. She felt his erection twitching against her almost like his was knocking on her spine, wanting to come in and play.

"Second ball," she hissed.

No more words were needed, the sense of urgency renewed and insistent, this time there was no playing. He moved the ball over her clit, more in an effort to find her opening then for her enjoyment. More power in her court, he was no longer as controlled as he had been moments before. She could smell his arousal, could feel his skin tightening with need.

The second ball followed the first they clinked like fine crystal, she wondered if he could hear it. His moan told her he had. She wanted to feel them move against each other. Again, she started to sway her hips. But his hand stilled her. He pushed his erection against her bottom. A silent plea that he could not take much more.

He grabbed her hand in his, "This is too damn public for what I need to do."

"Far too public for what I want you to do to me," she returned cheekily.

He emitted a sound, which to her ears, sounded much like a wounded animal and dragged her back though the ballroom. As he picked up the pace, she could feel the balls chime within her. She had to clinch her muscles tightly around them to keep them deeply inside. As a waiter passed, she made David stop. She grabbing a flute of Champaign, downed it in one gulp. Then grabbed another.

"What?" David demanded hoarsely.

"I need to stop, unless you want me to cum right here and now."

His eyes burned into her, he grabbed a Champaign flute but didn't drink it. But placed it low at his waist in what looked like a natural pose succeeding in hiding the bulge in his pants.

Drinking down the second glass of Champaign. She nodded and stumbled as he started towards the door again at full speed. He was leading them to the second level of the museum. "There is an alcove at the top of the stairs," he spoke and she wondered if it was more for him then for her.

As they reached the top of the stairs, she found herself pushed into the alcove by the stairs, it allowed privacy but would give them a view of the lower level, incase someone was coming. However, they were still very much in the open, and the thought that sthey might be caught was making her wetter.

He pulled her to him and kissed her hard. "Please forgive me if I skip the preliminaries but I need you too badly. But I couldn't fuck you without at least a kiss first." He turned her around, bending her over the railing, which allowed her a view of the exhibit below them on the first floor. She again felt the cool air against her hips and ass as he lifted her dress to her waist. His hand skimmed over her bare skin, open handed he smacked her ass.

She giggled as she heard the sound of his palm meeting her ass reverberating through the hall. "Shh," she warned. She wiggled against him again in an effort to drive him crazy, unfortunately she only managed to turn herself on more.. "I have one hole plugged why don't you see what you can do about the other one."

"You are going to kill me," he growled. His forefinger moved up to trace the line of her thong stopping at the red bow that lay where her ass cheeks met. He lent over her licked the same trail that his fingers had just taking. When he got to the bow, he nipped it with his teeth. He removed it from the thong in one quick movement. "Mine."

She shivered with expectation, needing him inside her. She arched against him in invitation of her need. He took his fingers and moved the slim section of fabric over and out of the way. He reached down allowing his fingers to dip into the wet pool that was dripping between her legs. The excitement built stronger inside of her as she felt him fuck her with his fingers, but it wasn't enough she needed more. She was on the point of demanding more, when she felt one wet finger enter her ass, quickly followed by a second.

"Yes!" she hissed with a sense of relief and a need for more. She shivered as chills ran up her spine, with each gentle insertion of his fingers the shivers ran higher and stronger. She backed into him until she could feel the knuckles on his fist hitting her perineum. Her breathing now came in short pants. She was finding it hard to keep focus let alone keep her eyes directed on the first floor for any unwelcome visitors.

"Stay with me." he pleaded, and then right before removing his fingers hit the spot in her ass that made the balls in her pussy chimes in a frenzy. She didn’t think she could take much more of this. She knew if he didn’t enter her soon she would be coming without him.

Belinda moved forward, pulling away from him, so his fingers would leave. Once he was out, she slammed her bottom against his hips in a wordless demand. She felt him rub his cock against her pussy, lubricating it with her own juices; he entered her for a moment. Just long enough for his head to touch the balls. When he removed his cock, he moved it up to the puckered opening of her pink ass. She moaned feeling the silky yet hard shafted butting against her, asking her admittance.

Slowly he pushed forward, she felt stretched, and she felt the slight fire of pain. She bit her lip and groaned through the pain. Just then, she felt something cold and bubbly against her ass, she turned to see him pouring his campaign over them further lubing himself up for entry.

She watched him drink the last gulp. Place the glass away from him. She felt him wrapped his hand around his cock. He threw his head back, closed his eyes, and gently pushed forward. Belinda’s gasp turned quickly into a moan, once past the opening, he easily slid into her to his hilt. Each inch brought her closer to her orgasm.

With slow movements, he rocked against her. His cock butted against the balls in her pussy through the thin skin that separated her holes. Each slide in brought about louder chimes and moans from her. It didn't take long to realize that he was aiming for those balls. Shortly after that, she realized that it was as much for his pleasure as for hers.

She knew now was the time to take over the power. She spread her legs a little giving her better balance and pushed him back against the wall, with her ass. Slowly she moved forward, making sure that he never came out of her. Then gently she pushed back. Slowly she moved over him for a minute, letting him get used to her rhythm and giving her the reins.

His hands squeezed tightly against her hips, and when she pushed back she could fell his balls had tightened, "Hold on its going to be a bumpy ride." she purred. She moved forward one last time, but this time she forced him deep into her with a powerful push back. He groaned and picked up her pace until both were sweaty and oblivious to their surrounding.

She clinched her ass tightly as each thrust rocketed her toward the ultimate goal. She could feel his control slipping and was so close she cursed. When she felt his cock start to jump she knew he was coming and a sudden sense of anger came over her. Just as she was about to scream in frustration, his semi erect cock moved with in her.

She moaned it felt even better then when he was fully erect, now she could feel him moving in her. She had even more sensation then before. He pushed back deep into her and that pushed her over the edge. Ripples of tension went through her body causing her to shudder and shake uncontrollably. These were followed by what felt like an explosion that started in her belly and sent shockwaves through her system to every sense and pour in her body.

She came so hard she didn't realize she had shot the balls out of her pussy until he turned her around and saw him holding them in his hands.

"With an orgasm like yours building I thought I'd better catch these." He smiled at her, his mouth descended onto hers. When he finally came up for air, he looked at the balls and handed them too her. "Do me a favor wear these for me at the office on Monday?"

~ Dominique Eastwick