Gothic Ballbust

Ken had always been attracted to the goth scene. He loved the way girls looked in their corsets and long striped stockings that extended from their black frilly miniskirts. There was a goth club across from his office and sometimes after working late he’d lock the door to his office and watch the sexy young girls walk in and out of the club from his window on the third floor. Sometimes he’d close the blinds and jack off as he imagined himself fucking them.

One Friday night as Ken was getting ready to perform his almost weekly ritual his secretary, and former women’s studies (read: bitch) major was working late. This situation had happened many times, but Stephanie had never thought anything of it, until that day. Ken’s office had 2 windows, a big one facing Steph’s desk, and another smaller one out to the hall. Ken was always sure to close the big one’s blinds, but the smaller one didn’t have any, so he’d just stack books in front of it. Well, as Stephanie was walking out of the office she happened to glance in the window and for whatever reason, the books were knocked over.

There Ken was, peeping on the sexy goth girls and jacking off, in his office no less. Just the thought of this pervert spying and wanking to these girls disgusted her so much she left immediately, she had some planning to do. When Steph got home she went to her wardrobe, one thing her boss never noticed about her was that she too was in to goth culture, particularly the clothing he was so fond of. While she’d never worn any of it out, Stephanie had a good pile of sexy, lacey, goth clothing her boss would jizz himself just looking at. She quickly selected an outfit, tight ribbed black corset with lace that pushed her tits up, long stockings held up by a garter on her skirt that was so short it could have been a belt. She looked at herself in the mirror as she applied her makeup and did her hair, preparing to confront her perverted boss.

Update: Ken (I kid you not) just donated the remainder for the story. I should have it done and up soon.

Jingle Balls

Matt was the favourite child between him and his two sisters. His parents would never admit it, but you could always tell. It’s not that they didn’t love Kate and Lissa but for some reason they always seemed to go out of their way for him. Nobody knew why, whether it was because he was a star athlete at school or because he was their only male child, but come Christmas time without fail Matt would always get the best gifts.

Kate was a few years older than Matt, and before he came around she distinctly remembered Christmas being a much more exciting affair for her, simply because the holiday budget was entirely spent on her. As soon as Matt was old enough to tear wrapping paper her pile of presents was significantly diminished. She felt bad for the youngest, Lissa as she’d never known what it’s like to get an awesome Christmas because their parents were always too busy buying Matt new football gear or video games or whatever he wanted.

It was Christmas morning 2008 and all three of them awoke extra early and ran down to the living room to open their gifts. Almost an hour passed and once the flurry of bows and wrapping paper the three were left with yet another lopsided assortment of gifts. Both Lissa and Kate got a few bargain bin DVDs and new toothbrushes. Matt got a brand iPod and a new laptop.

Expensive Date

Lizzie was not a cheap girl to date; she had demands and they were to be met. Most of the guys in her school knew this rather well but couldn’t resist giving her everything she wanted regardless. She was a knockout; long blonde hair, bouncy D-cup breasts and an ass that wouldn’t quit. She loved to tease the boys at school and use her advantage as a female to bleed their wallets dry like the succubus she was. Jeff was new to school and I guess you couldn’t blame him for not knowing better, but when he asked Lizzie out for a day out at the mall he had no idea what he was getting himself into.

You see, Lizzie knew a lot about society; the way society treated her as a young, innocent, vulnerable little girl and how she would always get her way if she played her cards right. As she was getting dressed for her shopping spree date she fondly recalled another boy who took her to the mall a few months back. His name was Giles and the poor boy didn’t want to pony up and buy Lizzie a nice bracelet she had been eyeing.

When he said “No way.” Lizzie immediately darted her hand to his groin and grasped his balls between her fingers. Giles didn’t know what to do, he was completely at her mercy and couldn’t do a thing to resist. “You’re going to buy that bracelet for me bastard.”, she whispered into his ear as her grip tightened, sending painful shockwaves through his system. “Because if you don’t, I guarantee your little nuts will not survive this.”