Working Late

**This story is based on something that really happened at work a few years ago...I modified it a little.  Enjoy!!**

It was a random Thursday at, and Robbie was disgusted with himself.  The time was well after 6pm and he was still there; he should have been home by now.  Last time I switch to this ridiculous shift, he thought grumpily to himself.  All of the people on his side of the office had gone home, so he had no one to entertain; he was something of a class clown.  Even his manager, who was known for burning the midnight oil, had left for the day.  He brought up his office instant messenger list and saw that almost everyone was gone.  Almost.

There she was, his friend Anna.  He had told her just about every dark secret he had – mostly surrounding his fetish for women in high heels and his inexplicable desire to be kicked in the groin by these women – and he considered her to be a very trusted ally.  As he opened a chat window to talk to her, he smiled to himself, a comedian’s quote popping into his head: “I’m alone, she’s alone.  Why not…annoy the shit out of her?”

“havin’ fun?” he wrote and sent to her.

“hey!  oh tons lol  what are you still doing here?”  she asked.

“hating myself, mostly lol   i switched with someone so i’m stuck here till 7.  you?

“well, its my late day so i’m sitting here doing nothing,” she said.

“nice.  is it cool if i pester you until we have to go? Lol”

“lol yea.  oh!  i have to show you something.  :-)”

“oh yeah?  what might that be? ;-)” he asked

“it’s a surprise ;-)  you have to come over to see” she answered.

Robbie logged out of his phone and made his way to Anna’s cubicle.  His head immediately jumped from one perversion to the next.  After a few steps, he shook his head to clear it, and he cursed himself.  Get your shit together! he thought to himself.  Robbie and Anna were…close, but that was a long time ago.

He arrived at her desk and rested his elbow on her cube wall.  Noticing that he could only see her from the waist up, she pushed back from her desk, wearing a smug expression on her face.  When she got enough room, she turned her chair toward the cubicle opening and crossed her legs.  Robbie glanced down and gasped, his eyes going wide.  Anna was wearing the black pants she had been wearing all day, but she was now in black platform pumps with a thin strap across her instep.  He had seen pictures of her in them, but the pictures didn’t do them – or her – any justice.  Robbie went from resting his elbow on her cube wall to actively holding onto it for support, as he was afraid his legs might buckle.  He felt a strange mix of near-arousal and confusion; the heels looked amazing on her and he was getting turned on, but he didn’t think she was wearing them earlier.  In fact, she had on sneakers (he tended to notice these things).  Then he had a sudden suspicion: Anna must have brought them in to show him, probably so he’d stop annoying her.  His suspicions were confirmed when he glanced to the immediate left of her heels and saw a shoebox on the floor in her cubicle.

“Did you-” he started, but Anna put a finger to her lips to silence him, and he complied. 

“Well, do you like them?”  she asked, turning the foot that wasn’t on the floor to show him all the sides of her shoe.  He swallowed hard, answering in a barely-steady voice “Yeah, they’re…really nice.”  She giggled at his apparent discomfort, and then stood up suddenly, trying to glance over the cube walls.  She asked in a hushed tone “Is anyone else here?”

“Just us,” he answered simply.  Anna sat back down and gestured to a spot on the floor right in front of her.

“Kneel right here.  Hurry!”  Her voice was gentle and muted a bit, but he noticed that this wasn’t a question or a suggestion.  It was a command.  He immediately complied, and she scooted forward a little.  She tapped his inner thighs with her shoe, wordlessly ordering him to spread his legs a bit, and again he obeyed.  Without warning, she brought her foot forward swiftly, tapping his groin with her instep.  His head was swimming.  He thought to himself She wore those and kicked me in the balls!  ON PURPOSE!!  He fought to keep a goofy grin off of his face and instead adopted what he thought was a confident smirk.  She giggled again – he wasn’t sure if it was due to the situation or his failed attempt at bravado – and asked “Too hard?”  Robbie looked at her and saw on her face that she wasn’t scared for him; she’d probably kick him again if he answered correctly.  Afraid of what his voice might sound like, he just shook his head in the negative.  Anna rubbed her instep between his legs – probably noticing the area was stiffer than it was a few seconds ago – before letting the same foot fall to the floor.  He was disappointed, thinking it was all over, before she brought her foot up in a blur to crash between his legs.  He gasped slightly; that one hurt a little.  He felt heat start to build up in his groin area.  Anna didn’t give him time to think about it, asking, “Can you take one more?  A hard one?”  Although he was in a little pain, he didn’t want the moment to stop.  He nodded eagerly.  She caressed his face with a gentle hand before returning it to her chair’s armrest.  Suddenly, and with a slight grunt, she sent her foot forward again, the top of her foot smashing his groin with a tiny thud.  Robbie groaned, letting himself fall forward to rest his head in her lap while his hands cradled his aching balls.  She rubbed his back gentled and leaned down to whisper in his ear, “Are your nuts okay?”  She giggled nervously and he responded with a groan-like sound; whether it was a groan of agony or a moan of ecstasy, he wasn’t even sure.

After a few minutes of him resting his head and her rubbing his back in silence, she finally said, “You better get back to your desk.  You’re supposed to be logged into your phone.”  He slowly made his way to a standing position and gingerly turned to leave.  Anna said in a voice just above a whisper “Maybe I’ll wear my new boots tomorrow and knee you instead.”  He looked back to smile and she smirked at him.

He got back to his desk and wondered how he was going to convince someone to switch with him so he could stay until 7 tomorrow…

Curt's First True Session

This is a story I wrote a few years ago for a woman in the UK.  She wrote me a really hot, true story so I figured it was only fair.  Enjoy!

 

Curt felt butterflies in his stomach as he drove, nervous because he had never done anything like this before.  He loved ballbusting, but this was the first time he'd ever gone to visit someone with the express purpose of getting busted.

 

Sure, he had been busted many times before, but it always started out as just hanging out, a booty call, whatever.  This was the only time he'd get his balls abused only.  He didn't know what to expect, and although it really turned him on, he still felt very uneasy.

Curt didn't find any real mental comfort as he pulled up in front of her place.  He got out of his car and knocked on the door, waiting there for a few seconds before the door opened slowly.  He looked at the beautiful figure in front of him, his eyes staring at the lacy black bra covering her breasts, down her dark skinned body to her black thong and down her sexy legs to the high heels she wore.

"Curt, is it?" Brenda asked.

"Yeah, that's me," he answered quietly in his American accent, still looking up to her face.

"I've been waiting for you.  Are you just going to stand there, or do you want to come in?"

"Oh, uh, sorry," he said sheepishly as he stepped into her place.  She closed the door behind him and asked "Do you want a drink, or do you want to get started?"  He looked at her legs and said "Let's get started...if you want."

He finally looked up at her face and would have thought she was really pretty if the dangerous smile on her face didn't scare the hell out of him.  As Brenda sauntered over to him, the only sounds in the room were her heels clacking on the floor and his rapid breathing.  When she got close, she unceremoniously and suddenly slammed her knee between his legs.  Curt let out a cowardly yelp and fell to his knees at her feet, mostly because he was caught off-guard.  Then the pai hit him and started to course up his groin to his stomach.  He felt sick, but decided that he'd come too far for just one knee to the balls to the end the session, and made his way shakily to his feet.

Brenda smiled at him again, seeing how hurt he was and gave him stall time.

"Shirt and pants," she said simply and watched as he undressed.  After a few seconds, he was down to his boxers.  She stepped very close to him and wrapped her arms around his neck.  She slowly lifted her leg and slid it between his, rubbing his aching nuts with her thigh.  Brenda felt Curt start to get hard, so she began grinding her thigh into his balls a little harder.  She could feel his warm breath on her neck and she started getting turned on herself.  She lowered her thigh several inches and brought it back up swiftly to slam into his balls.  She repeated the move five times, each assault progressively harder.  On the last one, she took a half step back and caught his balls very hard with her kneecap, sending him crashing to the floor again.

Brenda didn't wait for him to recover this time.  She took his hands and dragged him slowly to his feet and led him to her couch.  She pushed him onto it and ordered sharply "Take those off."  Curt took his boxers, as commanded.  She stared into his dark eyes as she slid her thong down and let it fall around her ankles.  She stepped out of it and walked to him, straddling him.  As she kissed him, she reached between his legs and began stroking him.  Curt’s eyes snapped open and he put his hands on her shoulders, guiding her away.

"Wait, we don't even know each other!  I can't do this," he exclaimed in his accent.  She let out an exasperated sigh and moved one of her legs between his again.  Wasting no words, she pistoned her knee cruelly into his naked balls repeatedly.  She would grunt, her knee would SMACK! into his groin, and he would groan weakly.

When she thought his resistance had been weakened enough, she took his shaft into her hand, stroking it gently while she straddled him, and then she slid onto him.  She moved up and down slowly as he filled her completely.  Brenda sped up a little and Curt rocked with her, despite himself.  She put her hands on his shoulders while she moved and he rested his hands on her hips, guiding her rhythm.  She leaned forward to kiss him and he immediately complied, meeting her mouth with his.  As they kissed, they moved with each other perfectly, increasing their intensity.  After a few more minutes, they both reached their climax, going through the throes of orgasm almost simultaneously.

Naked, they passed out on the couch and didn't wake until well into the following morning.