Futanari Ballbusting: MaidFutanari Ballbusting: Maid

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I was once a maid. A pretty good maid at that! Granted the maid service I worked at was more of a glorified fetish center and t was fully expected I sleep with the person renting me, but hey, it helped pay through college.

I know most people just work at strip clubs or something, and I could have done it easily based on the fact I know my dick was bigger than ever single futa stripper I’ve ever seen, but I could never do the pole dancing thing. When I was younger I nearly cracked my nuts in half on one, so prostitution was the only real choice.

And, you know, I liked it. At this point I hadn’t really went to the gym yet, and I wasn’t very comfortable with my body. Not that I was very flabby, or fat, I just didn’t feel like my body was in proportion, my genitals were too big, I was fairly skinny, and my boobs were big. I guess I just like looking toned and I appreciated all the women ogling my body.

Oh, and I guess a lot of people were into ballbusting, or soon got into ballbusting when they saw my package, so that was always a fun time.

Funny enough, I’m a successful accountant nowadays, but I could very well have lived on the money I was making for this.

See, a lot of futanari’s who decide to be maids tend to (in my experience) have really small testicles and are trained to give off this persona of professionalism and confidence… Supposed to be this contrast of a very confident person actually have a very small penis I guess.

But my dick is gigantic so I became the most well known futa maid in the entire city!

So well known that I was once rented out by a rich lesbian couple.

I wore a maid outfit, obviously, but I had my long brown hair tied in a ponytail, my top was tight to show off a lot of cleavage, and my skirt was short enough to show off my butt if I bent over, but long enough so nobody could see unless they were trying… That was only because it was city law that you can’t wear a skirt that shows off your butt too much. Which is weird because sisters can get married, but oh well.

I walked up the mansion with a knot in my chest. Who knows what these people would want to do! I mean, I was told their lesbians, so I assumed they were going to bust my balls a lot, which sounded great, but I also heard they were sisters… So I had assumed they were into some pretty kinky things, which could be good, but on the other hand… Poo fetish.

I shook those thoughts out of my head as I knocked on the door.

I waited a moment, and a voice on the intercom said to come in and go straight to the dining room.

I walked in, past the foyer, which was clad in white, and walked past a short hallway into a dining room, which was more of a fine wood.

In the dining room was a very long table going perpendicular to the hallway I was in, and on both ends were two woman in their mid 40’s. They were very pretty, blonde, twins, and sipping fine wine.

“Ah, you’re the maid correct?” The one on the right said.

“Of course she is Sheryl, she’s wearing a maid outfit.”

“Dixa, theres no need to be rude.” Sheryl said.

Dixa rolled her eyes in a fancy way. “Never mind that, you, maid, remove your panties.”

“You could at least ask her name.”

“Fine, state your name as you remove your undergarments.”

“Um,” I started to remove my panties without taking off my skirt. “Kayle.”

My panties dropped to the floor, and my dick flopped out, my skirt being nowhere near long enough to cover it all.

Dixa seemed semi-disgusted by how endowed I was, but Sheryl licked her lips.

“Good, very good, as long as you’re under this roof you are not permitted to wear that particular garment.” She tossed me a black and white maid wristband. “Put that on, tightly.” Sheryl said as she leaned forward.

I wasn’t entirely sure what to do with it, never seeing one of these before, so I put it on over my penis, but it was too tight, it didn’t go on all the way.

“That’s adorable.”

“It doesn’t go over your… appendage, it’s meant to keep your… testes in place.” Dixa seemed pained to istanbul travesti say that.

So I fixed it, putting it on over my balls to keep them where they are.

“Now, over here.” Sheryl said with sultry eyes.

I walked over as normally as I could, but I’m not used to letting everything dangle like they were.

I stood next to the fancy woman, and she reached down and gently fondled the underside of my nutsack. I stiffened up.

“Whats wrong? Not used to a woman handling you?”

“How can you touch those things?” Dixa said under her breath.

“U-um, no, it’s just, I’m used to the pain that usually follows this part.”

“Oho-ho” She laughed. “These feel quite full, when was the last time they were emptied?”

“Uh, last night.”

“Ugh, like a bull…” Dixa said.

“Hush,” Sheryl bounced my testicles. “Yes, I’m sure we can find use from these.” She squeezed my balls tightly for just a second, and it was enough to make me fall to my knees after she let go.

Okay, I actually really like ballbusting, and normally I’d get a huge boner from any and all pain directed towards my nuts. But I’ve been told that most people don’t like when their maid gets off to them hitting your junk. Luckily, at this point I’ve had a really jealous girlfriend who threatened to cut my dick off if she saw me getting a boner (which was a horrible situation because my swim teacher often gave me underwater hand jobs on account of it being impossible to swim with a dick like mine), so now I’m able to perfectly control any and all erections… Oh, and I did have to break up with her before I became a maid, it would NEVER had worked… I was talking about something…

Right, so after that I was told to sweep the foyer.

I got the broom and went to town on all the dirt and dust.

Soon, Dixa walked into the room as I was bending over and got a full look at my balls.

“Oh, ugh, here, give me the broom.” I turned around and gave her the broom. “Now… Slid on the railing.” She motioned to the railing on the stairs.

“Slid?”

“Yes, legs open, into the bottom.”

I walked over and went up a few stairs before straddling the railing.

“So, ju-” I tried to say before she flicked the broom and smashed my balls between the wooden broom and the wooden railing.

I grabbed my balls and fell over to the stair side, laying there as it felt like my nuts were dying.

Dixa tried to walk up the stairs, but I was sprawled out and in the way.

“Excuse me.” She said, essentially telling me to ignore my pain, so I had to. I shakily stood up, knees bent and hands cupping my nuts, and I got out of her way. “No sitting on the job.” She said, just to torment me.

A little later I was told I was to get the lunch and serve it to them in the living room.

I walked over to the kitchen, which was fancy and filled with futas in cooking outfits with the crotch cut out… I mean the fabric was cut out, their dicks were intact… Small, downright minuscule, but intact.

“Ah,” The main chef, a sexy Frenchwoman with intact pants and no balls, said. “So you are the new help?” Her accent got me so hard it hurt.

She took note of how hard I was.

“Hmm, is it possible you like chefs, or the French?” She said as she glided her hand under the length of my penis.

She then gently swung her hips into my balls, and it didn’t hurt, but it made me take note of how womanly her hips were.

“Unfortunately,” She walked over to the lunch platter. “Even though you are the only one with notable length, I cannot force you inside me, as it is policy for there to be no straight sex on the premises.”

“Ohh, shoot.” I said as I followed her to the platter.

“And, even more unfortunate,” Her accent was like butter. “It is policy as well that there shall be no erections.” She then firmly grabbed the tip of my penis and yanked it over to the counter, she slammed me on the table and pulled out a knife, and put it awfully close to me. “So, shall I remove this for you, or can you become flaccid?”

I istanbul travestileri focused really hard, and stopped being so… I mean I focused hard, on not being hard anymore… My penis, hard… That made more sense before I said it.

“Ah, so you can control your blood flow? Interesting.” She picked up the platter and gave it to me. “They are in the living room, try not to trip.” She gave me a supportive slap on the nuts as I walked out, knees bent a little.

By the time I composed myself I was in the living room. It had nice white carpets, a white couch, a few white chairs, and a white table.

“Here is you lunch!” I enthusiastically said as I placed the tray in front of them. “I hope you like i-” I stood shocked as I saw how they were sitting.

Faces together, legs wrapped around, and Sheryl, who’s magnificent breasts were right out of her top and were being viciously groped by her sister. They sat in just a way that exposed their legs all the way to their hips, and Sheryl’s arm was wrapped around her sister’s waist, pushing the fabric tightly against her perfect body.

“Ugh, you may go now.” Dixa said, looking away from my now fully erect dick… I was so focused on them I completely forgot to keep soft.

“No, no, stay for a second.” Dixa groaned. “Stop, this will be great.” She patted the seat cushion next to her. “Here, sit.”

I was trying to pull the front of my skirt down over me, but… See, a hard dick is not very flexible. And a long dick is not very easy to cover. But I sat down next to them, terrified.

“Oh, don’t be so nervous! We’re going to play a game! My sister and I. It’s called Nuts on The Table.”

I knew exactly what this game was. I’ve been to many parties in high school.

“How do you play?” I asked, mentally preparing myself.

“Simple, you start by putting your jewels” Dixa gagged from that word “on this table here.”

“Okay, what nOW!” I yelled as they both silently picked a testicle to slam the fists into. Either they had small hands or my balls were bigger than I thought (the likely scenario), because there was no overlap in punch placement.

I gritted my teeth and all my muscles tightened as I grabbed my balls and fell over to the side, my toes curled from the pain.

“I can’t believe you made me touch those.” Dixa said, wiping her fist on her sisters face.

“Oh, I’m sorry, let me make it up to you.” Sheryl said with a smile on her face and lust in her voice.

Then they started kissing as I crawled my way out of their sight, and behind their couch.

I hate that game! It’s so dumb! And I like it when people cause pain to my balls! But it’s such a dumb game! It lets people just cause you pain in one quick move, and then their done with you! It’s so… impersonal.

Anyway, I stayed there on the floor, desperately holding my balls for a while (trying not to get hard) until the French chef came out, grabbed me by the balls, and pulled me back to the kitchen.

“Couldn’t help but getting a boner, couldn’t you?” She said. “The penectomy offer still stands.” She said as she held up a large kitchen knife.

“What? No!” I said as I crossed my knees and covered my balls, but my cock dangled out.

“Kayle, what you are thinking of is castration, a penectomy is the removal of the penis. The testicles remain intact.” Gesh, that accent made it hard to remember there was a woman with a knife and a willingness to cut off my penis standing above me.

“Wha- why would anyone do that?”

“In case you want the Futanari to remain horny but have no way to release their desires.”

“… That’s terrible!”

She shrugged her shoulders and put the knife away.

I needed a few more seconds to get myself ready, and then I stood up, went back to the living room, grabbed the platter, got slapped in the dick (not the balls, just the shaft) and left without getting hard… Which was hard, because Dixa’s face was shoved in between her sisters breasts, and Sheryl had a happy face as she looked istanbul travesti me dead in the eye and winked.

About an hour later I was cleaning the bedroom, fluffing pillows, spreading sheets, cleaning the dresser mirror, things like that. Then Dixa walked in, wearing a bathrobe.

“Oh, hello ma’am.”

“Hello… Kayle? Was it?” I’m amazed she remembered it.

“Yes.”

I started to clean the windows, pressing my legs together so she didn’t have to see my privates.

“Kayle, could you turn around a second? I think you have something in your hair.”

I turned around, fully prepared for a steel toed boot to the nads, but was genuinely surprised that it was an open hand slap to the nads!

I was shocked by her touching me, so I held my balls in pain and pressed my back against the window, leaning against it.

“Wh-wha?”

“My sister said if I want to have sex tonight I need to get over my hatred of testicles. So spread your legs while I beat them.”

“O-oka-“

“Don’t ruin this for me by talking.”

I held my lips as tight as I could and slowly opened my legs. She apparently got fed up with my speed though, because she walked over, grabbed my shoulders, kneed me in the balls, and forced my legs open.

She then look a little annoyed by my cupping my balls, so she focused on my penis, inspecting the shaft, looking at the head, stretching it, bending it, all those things, and because I was flaccid it didn’t hurt.

“Hmm… I suppose this isn’t bad…” She released my dick and sat back a little. “Okay, make it hard now.”

“… What?”

“Make it hard. It’s supposed to go hard, isn’t it? Well… do it.” She slapped my dick around a few times, yelling “Do it! Get hard!”

“I-it doesn’t work like that!” I said. “You have to make it… Feel good.”

“Feel good… Like this?” She then punched me in the hands (which were covering my balls), and if I were any other futa I wouldn’t have gotten hard from that.

“Huh, it is pretty hard… This goes into a girl…” She looked up at me with murder in her eyes. “If you spew your baby batter on me you’re going to lose a nut.”

I nodded with fear in my eyes.

“Weird, well, not weird, but you can’t bend it now, and it’s harder to twist and pull.” She pulled my dick up. “Alright, show me your… orbs.”

“Orbs? You mean my ba-“

“Ugh, don’t say it!” She said as she punched my balls, then grabbed my wrists to expose my sack. “How do you walk with these thing? Do you often hit yourself?”

“No, others tend to do that.”

“Huu, must be a problem.” She then stood up, allowing me to hold myself. “Okay, I think I’m ready.”

She dropped her bathrobe to reveal sky blue panties that hug her bottom, and there was nothing covering her boobs, which were small, but perfectly firm.

This made my dick stand at attention even more than before.

“Ah, good, I gave you a boner.”

“S-sorry.”

“Well… Go ahead, get on the bed.”

“W-what?”

“Get on the bed.”

So I got on the bed, she spread my legs, and then she proceeded to knee, punch and kick my sack until she was satisfied she could beat to death any testicle that tried to attack her.

At the end I was rolling on the bed, clutching my bruised balls, and Dixa was retying her robe.

“That wasn’t so bad I suppose. Make sure you fix the bed when you’re done.” She then left the room, leaving me in my pain.

I didn’t get up for a while.

The next ballbusting incident happened during dinner. I still wasn’t really healed from Dixa’s journey into ballbusting so I was walking weird, and I had to deliver Dixa’s food while another maid delivered Sheryl’s food.

I walked out, struggling to both lift the tray and balance myself, and keep my knees from giving out under me.

I placed the plate infront of her, and then she quickly snapped her arm back and hit me in the sack with her hand.

I fell to the ground, that being the final hit that broke me.

“Oh, your duties are done Kayle, you’re free to return home.”

“Bye-bye Kayle.” Sheryl said with a wave.

I couldn’t really get up, so the sisters got the French chef to grab me by the balls and pull me out of the house.

I got back to my dorm later that night and my roommate gently put a bag of frozen peas on my package.

I jerked off a lot to the things that happened that day.

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