All characters 18 and consenting. After reading a comment on my “dodgeball” story, I thought I’d try my hand at making a short series revolving around a group of girlies busting balls.

This first part may be a bit long but it’s for set-up reasons. Hope you enjoy, stay horny my lovelies xx

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“You’re still coming tonight though right?” Claire asked, leaning down in her tight fitting office wear, filling her paper cup at the water-cooler, her short red ginger hair catching subtle rays of sunshine through the window.

“I’ll be there with bells on…that is, if Kathy doesn’t fire me.” I replied taking a sip of my water, my eyes glancing at the clock, conscious of the time.

“What’d you do this time you dummy?” Claire replied, smacking me playfully in the arm as she walked back to her desk, her skirt ultra tight paired with the longest heels you had ever seen adorning her beautiful feet.

Catching up with her, I walked past many grey cubicles, signalling to my overworked and underpaid coworkers. Tossing my cup into a nearby bin I casually continued;

“Kathy thinks I lost the Breeland account because I told their lawyers to get bent.”

“Well did you tell them that?” Claire replied annoyed, picking up a stack of HR paperwork from a coworker’s desk, the top button of her white shirt coming undone as she bent over.

“That’s neither here nor there.” I said cockily, helping her with the large stack of papers.

Walking back to her office she stopped in the hallway and spun around to speak;

“Well if you are getting fired, as the head of HR I think you ought to give yourself a fighting chance. Go talk to Jean at reception. Tell her to hold Kathy’s calls. If she’s not interrupted she won’t do anything rash.” Claire explained as if the situation was perfectly ordinary.

“You tell this to all employees who the boss is about to fire?” I asked passing the stack of papers to Claire.

Taking them now, she looked over her shoulder and planted a quick kiss on my lips: “Only to the ones I’ve slept with.” She replied before walking back into her office, slamming the glass door and the papers with an empathic thud.

Flustered and red-cheeked I turned around, facing the way I came, making a beeline for reception.

As I approached I heard the hustle and bustle of various interns scrambling to meet today’s ridiculous deadline, the phone rang in the distance as I rounded the corner, hearing Jean’s sweet southern voice before I saw her;

“Kathy & Partners, this is Jean.” She began, frantically scribbling on her notepad, her glasses framing her soft, delicate face as her black ponytail draped over her shoulder.

As she hung up the phone, it rang again and again. The secondary phone also rang but she didn’t have enough ears to listen.

Juggling them with a steely focus I saw her smack the ‘hold’ button and place the receiver into her well endowed chest, her cleavage clearly visible through her white shirt, the mandated company uniform.

“What do you want Nate?” Jean asked frustrated, blowing a strand of black hair from her face, her red lipstick popping.

“Just to ask you to hold the bosses calls, we have a meeting to discuss…a new acquisition and I’d hate for her to be interrupted.”

“Uh huh—” Jean replied dryly, folding her leg over the other her Doc Martins glistening from a new coat of polish. “I’ll hold all calls until 5:10, she said her husband is calling from the Maldives.”

“Great, thanks Jean.” I said with not a moment to lose. Practically running down the hall my blue suit gripped my now sweating body as I practically burst into Kathy’s office, forgetting in my time-trialed focus to knock.

Although the women’s uniform was a tight white shirt and a jet black pencil skirt, there standing behind her desk was my boss, the wired telephone to her ear.

She was wearing her usual attire, a skin tight black button up with rose decals on the collars and a pair of creased white riding britches.

Kathy’s aged eyes locked onto mine and with a flick of her finger she gestured for me to take a seat and close the door. She paced around the backside of her desk, the wire of the phone almost completely stretched, saying nothing as she tapped her brown cowgirl boots against the tiled floor.

Sitting nervously across the table I played with my suit buttons nervously;

“No, no. We’ll get the accounts across to the bank tonight…I know tonight is the end of year party…well the interns will just have to stay behind and miss out won’t they?” She said hanging up the phone angrily, slamming it down onto the base.

Frightened I jolted in my seat, my knee smashing into the oak table shaking the ornamental riding crop from its stand.

“Do you know why you’re here?” Kathy said, her mature features furled in annoyance as her curly brown hair cascading down her face.

“Yes ma’am you see—“

“I didn’t say you could talk. Nate you’re the head of client retention. All you…have to fucking do…is retain clients—“ she said immediately cutting me off. “—and you’re to dumb, you can’t even do that. I mean what’s so hard? Take them out to lunch, stoke their egos, fuck, help them cheat on their husbands for all I care; just keep them signed on!” She said slamming her well manicured hand into the table, the thud making me jump.

Looking around the room I saw the clock was fast approaching 5:10, her walls adorned with photos of her various horses; the love of all things equestrian fully on display.

“You know Nate—“ she began, her southern accent pretty yet filled with venom. “—I just don’t think you’re cut out for our line of work. You have to be tough, and you’re anything but. You’re a gelding Nate and I only employ stallions—“ she continued, walking over to my side of the desk.

Bending down now to my level, her supple, tight body on full display, I felt a twinge of excitement muddied with intense fear. Her luscious lips moved slowly as her pearl white teeth spat the earth-shattering words;

“You’re fired.”

“No!” I proclaimed as she gingerly stood up, crossing her arms. “I’ll do anything. I can prove to you, to HR, to everyone that I’m made of stronger stuff.”

Raising a perfectly groomed eyebrow she smirked; “Is that right?” She said almost amused.

“Yes Kathy.” I said before her looked soured, correcting myself I continued; “Yes ma’am.”

“Stand up.” She said emphatically.

Quickly I pushed myself from the chair and was bolt upright. She gestured for me to walk back toward the door, into the open space. I backed up one step at a time. As distance was created between us I felt a jolt of sudden, immense pain.

CRACK

Kathy sent her slender yet powerful leg up with brutal force, her riding boots connecting squarely between my legs. The hard shoe made perfect contact, smashing my balls against my body.

I crumpled like a pitiful fool, clutching my aching balls. Falling to my knees then to my back, curling up, the searing white pain now turning into a heavy throb.

Kathy walked over, running her hand into my perfectly gelled hair and roughed it up, grabbing a clump and pulling me to my feet. On shaky legs I stood as she pulled me forcefully over to her desk;

“Drop your pants.” Kathy ordered, unbuttoning her black shirt, revealing her heavy set boobs, the cleavage enough to awaken my cock.

Shooting her a look of confusion and excitement she slapped me hard across the face. “Now boy.” She said as if referring to her steed.

I unclasped my belt and dropped my pants, my underwear still remaining as my bulge grew larger.

Picking up her riding crop she prodded me with its end; “Those too.” She said impatiently.

Nervously I lowered my grey underwear, my still growing dick flopping out, my freshly shaven balls sore to the touch.

“Now I can see what Claire sees in you.” She said addressing an office romance I had thought was well hidden.

“Put them on the table.”

Shocked yet again I met her eyes, a familiar slap finding my cheek. Near shaking I placed my heavy ballsack on the table, pushing my body against the desk so to keep them level.

“Hands behind your back sailor.” She ordered, her vernacular outdated yet erotic.

Fearful of another slap, I did ask she asked. Almost as soon as my hands connected did the riding crop smack down onto my defenceless ballsack. The tight leather slammed into my nuts, crushing them between the table and the forcefully swung weapon.

“Fuck!” I yelled, bringing my hands to clutch my aching sac, crumbling to the floor. Before I knew it she was lifting me again by the hair, this time grabbing my balls with her free hand, slamming them on the table herself. Pushing my hands behind my body she readied the crop;

“This is a cutthroat industry Nate. I have to toughen you up, starting with these weak little balls.”

The crop came down like a war-hammer connecting squarely with my aching nuts. Through visceral pain I clenched my teeth and gritted through the pain, my nerves screaming in pain.

I could barely stand but to fall meant to be picked up and punished yet again. Surely by not falling she would see I was strong enough for my job, strong enough to take her hits.

Shockingly as my ball pain subsided I felt in contrast my dick thicken and grow large. Now fully erect, I stood to attention my cock obscuring my balls from view. I looked down to see, to my surprise that I had begun leaking pre cum onto her table, a droplet smudging her notepad.

“Ooh looks like this cowboy likes a rough ride!” She said slamming the crop down again, not toward my balls but squarely onto the sensitive head of my dick.

The riding crop leather came down all at once, the stinging slap against my bellend causing me to fall limply to the floor.

Writhing around in tremendous pain I continued to leak as I checked my cock and balls for damage believing she had broken the skin. Red raw and quickly swelling I curled into a ball, trying my best not to throw up as more pre cum fell from my aching shaft.

From the floor I heard the door unlock, unable to roll over I heard the familiar voice of Jean call out;

“Ma’am your husband is on the —-good god why does Nate have his pants off?” Jean said startled, her mouth agape in shock, as a devious smile crept across her face, seeing my discomfort.

“Tell hubby I’ll call him back sugar, I got a stallion to break in. How about you mosey on over and grab Claire, you two can join in on this learning exercise.” Kathy said rolling me onto my back with a powerful push from her cowgirl boot.

On my back now I lat staring at the white ceiling, the light blaring into my teary eyes as I felt my dick continue to leak. This pain was so foreign as was the pleasure I felt growing all the while. As if dancing together inside my mind the emotions joined together as I felt my dick begin to twitch wildly.

“Won’t be long now.” Kathy said, smacking my hands away from my balls with her riding crop. Looking over now to the open door I saw interns and managers gawk and glare, some pointing at me laughing while others whispered behind veiled hands.

I couldn’t stop twitching, the throbbing melting my mind as the pain fell to the wayside replaced by a new exhilarating pleasure. Looking now I saw the high-heeled goddesses enter the room, Claire first followed by Jean who locked the door behind her.

Kathy wrapped her hand into my hair once more pulling me to an upright position, locking eyes with Claire who stared fiendishly at my cock, licking her lips in lustful strokes. Jean’s gaze was much more sinister, with a shake of the head she undid her ponytail, wrapping the hair band around her feminine wrist.

“Now girls—“Kathy began, pulling my arms to behind my back, locking them in place. From over my shoulder she continued; “—can you two please repeat the company mantra?”

The pair began before Kathy quickly hushed them; “while you kick his balls sweetie pie, you two can multitask can’t you?”

The pair of them nodded, not even considering me as their tight white shirts almost burst open from their heavy, panting breaths.

“Be strong enough to defeat your competitors—” Claire said launching a swift snap kick into my balls, her pointy high heel digging squarely into my left nut.

Crumbling like a wet paper towel, I went limp before feeling Kathy raise me up once more, spreading my legs forcefully with her legs from behind. Shakily I stood fearful, the feeling of taboo pleasure screaming up my cock; I was close.

“Be strong enough to know your limitations—“Jean continued her Doc Martins connecting fully with both my nuts in a tantrum of terrible pain.

I felt woozy and light headed as the pleasure built, I could cry, pass out and cum if I wasn’t careful. Kathy pulled me tight again as Claire and Jean ran to my sides exchanging holding my arms with Kathy.

The girls locked me in place spreading my legs from behind as Kathy switched places walking to the front of me, taking off her cowgirl boots and placing them to the side, her gorgeous feet, complete with painted red nails taunted me, forcing me ever closer to the precipice of pleasure.

With a devious smile Kathy wickedly finished the mantra; “—but most importantly, be strong enough to push past them!”

Launching her foot as she spoke the soft arch of her foot connected squarely with my aching red balls, the skin on skin contact immensely painful yet incredibly erotic. The sheer sexually charged onslaught culminating in the powerful kick sent me over the edge.

Spasming wildly as Claire and Jean held me I came hard, the feeling beyond comprehension. Past pain and pleasure, now within the realm of euphoria I shot a massive hot load at Kathy, it landing squarely on her black top, dripping off and landing on her soft, lovely feet.

The girls released me and I fell to the floor as they cackled at my cock’s eruption. Nearly falling over themselves Claire and Jean howled finding their way next to Kathy who unbuttoned her cum-stained shirt, throwing it on the floor to reveal a bralet adorned with a cherry pattern, the material see-through and barely able to contain her perked up nipples and fantastic breasts.

Throwing the shirt at me, as she pushed her cum covered foot onto my face.

Kathy said in a demanding tone; “Jean sweetie, call hubby back, Claire tell everyone but the interns the party is starting at 7 at the venue across town; drinks on me—“ she said before pausing, pushing her smelly, cummy foot harder into my face; “—Nate be a dear and clean my foot up, and take this shirt to the laundry before you head to the party.”

Riding the high of my orgasm and surrounded by beautiful women I pushed my feelings aside and took her foot into my mouth, lapping up my seed like a pathetic beta boy. In an almost sissy-like manner I licked it clean, feeling myself become stiffen with every passing lick.

“Jean—“ called Kathy as I slowed my tongue strokes, never looking up from the task at hand; “—tell all the department heads we have mandatory training; which me & Nate here will be running.”

“Yes ma’am.” Jean called opening the door and leaving thusly, a still giggling Claire following closely behind.

Looking up now, staring at the visage of the powerful, utterly sexy, mature MILF I was privileged to call my boss, I heard her say, her accent driving me wild;

“The Sterling Race track. Be there by 7pm. I think the team leaders will really get a…kick, outta this training I have planned.”

With a gulp and a nod I crawled over to my pants, watching Kathy leave. assessing the damage, my cock and balls radiated a painful throb, the last remnants of my orgasm dripping from my dickhead. Tonight I had never experienced a pain i had never felt before and hoped, not so secretly, that I would experience again later on…

Tonight.