I knocked on the his hotel room, having sent him up ahead. I had fed him a story about my husband working here and he had been more than happy to play along and keep my prsence here secret.

He had been an obvious target in the club, very full of himself, loud and arrogant. In the Taxi I had been pleased to find out he had big nuts and I could hardly take my hands off them the entire ride. Though I was careful not to hurt them I didn't want him getting defensive about them.

His door swung open and there he was naked before me, balls hanging really impresivly low, his cock half erect. He was clearly tensing his muscles and by the stupid grin on his face he was fairly sure he was going to impress me. I steppen passed him allowing my fingers to brush past his scrotum as I did so and he closed the door behind us. I Turned to face him, his cock getting harder by the second.

The guy yesterday I had liked, I almost had felt sorry for him as I ruined him, I was glad we had had sex first, but this guy. This guy I hadn't liked from the start and their was no way we were fucking. He didn't know it but we were only here to destroy him balls.

He stepped quickly towards me grabbing me by the thighs and working his hands up inside my short red dress to my arse. His strong arms pulled me to him and his erection jabbed into my smooth stomach through the thin material of my dress. His breath stank of alcohol as he tried to kiss me.

He didn't stop me pushing my hand between our body's, the poor fool actually moaned in pleasure as my fingers circled his sack . I allowed him to kiss me as my excitement increased. His balls were so warm in my hand, I enjoyed the way they slid passed each other as I massaged them softly. I examined their structure and shape they felt so vulnerable, so easy to destroy. One of his fingers slipped inside my soaking wet pussy and we both gasped. I changed my grip, taking just his larger left ball in my hand I made sure it couldn't go any where and with all my might pushed my thumb into it. I can hardly describe the noise he made, a mixture of supprise, shock and fear. All the air in his lungs came rushing out in one long agonized groan. His eyes went wide then clamped shut. His body start to shake, the further I pushed my thumb into his testicle the more helpless he got. Their was no more air in his lungs but I kept squeezing and his body kept trying to moan, it was almost like his body was trying to expel the pain through his mouth. As his strength drained from him I felt energized. As his masculinity distorted and flattened in my hand my femininity felt all poweful. I was filled with such pride in my breasts and pussy. His testicle felt like less than nothing it was about to pop, I knew it and I think somewhere deep in his paniced, pain filled mind he knew it.

Without a noise, it happened. His testicle died in my hand. His eyes flashed open wide and rolled back in his head. His mind had surrendered to the pain as his ball had surrendered to my hand. I let his useless body slump to the floor. He was such a comic, pitiful site laying on the floor at my feet. His cock shrivelled, his one remaining testicle clearly visible in his flimsy sack. Even now, only two or three seconds since his left ball had died his other ball was still totally and utterly un-protected. Masculinity made no attempt to defend itself, it had no way of doing so, it just hung there on show in a sack of flimsy skin, almost asking to be smashed.

I knelt down between his strong but helpless thighs and pushed them apart. His ball looked so helpless, my pussy felt so powerful. I bent forward and sucked it into my mouth and moments later it died between my molars. I moaned in pleasure and pushed my fingers into myself. Wow it's good to not be male.