On The Job

by Burst

When I got out of college, I took a job in an office. It wasn't bad: the work was easy, the pay was good, and my boss was attractive: Her name was Marilyn. She was 5'8", 140 lb., long blond hair, about 40 years old. Not the hottest chick in the world, but she made up for it by wearing very short black skirts, and very tall high heels.

I couldn't help checking her out. At first, I was very subtle about it, sneaking a peek as she walked past my desk on the way to her office. As time went on though, I became bolder, constantly staring at her legs. In fact, I thought she was kind of into me too. Then, one day, just before lunch, she called me into her office. As I walked in, she asked me to close and lock the door. I did so.

"Young man," she said. "You've been here about six months now, and I've noticed the way you've been staring at me. It's very disrespectful. An employee has to respect his boss, don't you agree?"

"Yes, ma'am," I stuttered.

"Good," she said. "I'm going to teach you to respect me. Remove your clothes, please."

"What?!" I asked in shock.

"You heard me," she said. "Strip!" I slowly removed my clothes, very embarrassed. As I stood naked in front of her desk, she got up, walked around, and began touching my flaccid penis, causing it to stiffen.

"This is why you don't respect me," she said. "You think you're better than me because you have one of these and I don't..."

"No ma'am," I said, quickly.

"Don't interrupt," she growled. "You think this makes you superior?! You're wrong! It makes you weak! Let me show you!" Suddenly, she slammed her right knee into my testicles. I groaned, and fell back against the file cabinet. A second later, she kicked me in the nuts again, driving the hard toe of her high heeled shoes into my balls. In pain, I slid down the file cabinet, leaving me on the floor in a sitting position.

"Oh, I'm sorry," she said, wickedly. "I shouldn't crush your balls... WITHOUT DOING SOMETHING TO THAT DICK!!!" She stomped on the head of my penis and began grinding it into the floor. As she twisted her foot, I was filled with a burning pain, but also a sensation of excitement. My penis was growing erect beneath her foot. In fact, I was about to cum, when she removed her foot.

"I think you've learned your lesson," she said. "Let me help you up." She extended her hand. I took it and she pulled me to my feet. Unfortunately, my penis stroked against the edge of her short black skirt, causing me to cum... all over her!

She was furious! She stared at my white semen all over her black skirt, then drove her knee into my balls full-force. I fell back to the floor.

"You bastard!" she shouted. "Lick up this mess you've made, and MAYBE I won't castrate you!" I got on my knees and began licking my semen from her skirt. It tasted horrible, but I didn't dare stop licking. I cleaned every drop from her skirt, stockings, and shoes.

"Good boy," she said, smiling. "You won't lose everything today." She pushed me to the floor. I was now lying on my back, as she stepped on my nutsack, flattening it. As she put down her full weight, my body was full of pain. I then heard a terrible CRUNCH! The pain was incredible. I blacked out.

When I awoke, I was seated in one of her chairs. Marilyn was sitting behind her desk, and the company nurse was standing beside me. I looked down at my groin. My nutsack was heavily bandaged.

"My balls," I whimpered.

"Your ball, actually," said Marilyn. "I only crushed one."

"Yes," said the nurse. "You were fortunate. You can still lead a normal sex life with just one."

"As long as you don't piss me off again," said Marilyn. "I want you to remember what my old boss used to tell me when I was starting out: There's a reason men have two testicles. One for now... and one for later!"