gopballbuster
03-21-2008, 12:21 AM
Paige worked for one of the many candidates running for president, and it just three days before the primary. She was under a great amount of stress, only to make things worse, she was from southern California, but she was now working in cold New Hampshire, weather which she hated. Paige was what most people would consider “beautiful”, she had black hair that came to her upper black, blue eyes, and perfectly tanned skin.
When she first moved to New Hampshire with the campaign, she had no clothes to wear in the cold weather, but one of her friends from Boston told her a leather coat would keep her warm, so she bought a leather coat. She was amazed at just how well this worked; she never really needed much of a coat in California. She then went on to buy a leather skirt, and leather stiletto boots, as a campaign directive told all staffers to “look professional” She liked the new look, but hardly had any time to admire it, she had a lot of work to do. She was told if the candidate she was working for lost, she would be out of a job. This scared Paige, but it angered her too. She knew if the candidate dropped out, everyone would lose their job, but she needed the money.
The alarm went off at 5:45 AM three days before the big primary, and Paige woke up in a bad mood. She first went the her suitcase a saw she had not clean shirts, she would have to wear her bra and leather coat, and then she only had her leather skirt left clean. She then looked out her window and saw at least six inches of snow, this was not as bad as the others, but was not good. Paige got in the shower, brushed her teeth, did her hair and makeup, and so forth, and came out to get dressed. She put her skirt, and leather coat on, and then thinking she did not want to ruin a pair of high heel shoes, put her pair of five inch high black stiletto boots on. As she was walking out of her room, she looked in her mirror as she always did to look for anything wrong, and thought to herself, “Wow, I look like a dominatrix”
As she rode the elevator down to get to her rental car, she got hit on by a guy in the elevator as well. Being in no mood, she said “Shut the hell up or I’ll burry this heal in your balls” He said nothing else the rest of the way down. As she arrived at the campaign headquarters, she was surprised to see volunteers already there, all men. She figured they wanted the most time to stare at her perfect body and beautiful face. She soon put people to work, on the phones, and going door to door, and she then got to work. She noticed how some of the men were becoming somewhat erect at the sight of all that leather on her, and she just giggled to herself.
Much later that morning, she saw a car pull up, and Paige just assumed it was more volunteers coming in to help out. After she got them situated with a phone a call sheet, she went out to her car to get some papers. As she was walking back in, she noticed the car the volunteers had just pulled up in had a bumper sticker for the rival candidate. Paige became very angry; the two of them were spies. She had noticed that one of the men had gotten a noticeably large erection when he saw her, and she thought she could use this to her advantage.
She asked him to come to the back of the building, away from everyone else, in the sexiest voice she could muster. When they got to the back, she began to unzip his pants, and said how she knew he was a spy, but she thought that was hot, he must have balls. He could do nothing but climax right there, as Paige gave him a hand job. She then asked him if he liked leather and boots, he just moaned louder. She then grabbed his shoulders and pushed him to the ground. She then asked him if he liked this, and slammed her boot onto his balls, pinning them between him and the cement floor. She then lifted up her foot and slammed her five inch heel into his penis, making it bleed. She then kicked him in the stomach, and kneed him in the face, breaking his nose. He began to cry out in pain, but no one could hear him. She then made him stand up, and she put her full body weight on his balls, getting off just before they popped.
He almost passed out, but instead begged him to stop. To torment him more, she took off her leather coat and bra, leaving her wonderfully shaped breasts to swing free, only put her leather coat back on. Her nipples were as hard as could be, and her pussy was emitting juices, she was having the best orgasm of her life. She then grabbed one of his wrists, and jammed her heal on his index finger, breaking it. She was having such as good orgasm now; she did not ever hear his screams. She then told him he could go, but only after she saw his drivers’ license. She took down his address, and said she would take his balls and penis if he ever said anything to the police about this. She then began to let him walk out, but for some reason, kicked him in the balls from behind. He stopped and grabbed his swollen balls. She then kicked him in the head (she played soccer in high school and college, thus could kick very high and hard) He fell to the ground, and she began to take his manhood.
She stood on his chest and stomach, leaving red marks where her boots were. She then began to kick his head, injuring him further. The worst part came; she said he should try to cum one last time. He got a terrified look on his face, as he knew what was going to happen.
She took her left boot heal and isolated his right testicle, and pushed down with all her weight. She was not small, standing 5 feet and 11 inches tall, weighing 130 pounds; she finally heard her stiletto heel hit the cement floor, one down, one to go. She then had a sudden change of heat, and let him go, only after he completed her challenge. He must give her a better orgasm than the ball busting and partial ********** gave her. He began to try some pathetic move that does not even deserve a line. Paige then just said stop, and he knew it was over. She then told him he must hold his ball still, or she would remove his penis. When he held it still, she brought her whole boot down on his hand, penis, and ball, popping the ball, and breaking sever bones in the hand. He passed out, and Paige left. She left it up to him to find his way out. He never spied again.
When she first moved to New Hampshire with the campaign, she had no clothes to wear in the cold weather, but one of her friends from Boston told her a leather coat would keep her warm, so she bought a leather coat. She was amazed at just how well this worked; she never really needed much of a coat in California. She then went on to buy a leather skirt, and leather stiletto boots, as a campaign directive told all staffers to “look professional” She liked the new look, but hardly had any time to admire it, she had a lot of work to do. She was told if the candidate she was working for lost, she would be out of a job. This scared Paige, but it angered her too. She knew if the candidate dropped out, everyone would lose their job, but she needed the money.
The alarm went off at 5:45 AM three days before the big primary, and Paige woke up in a bad mood. She first went the her suitcase a saw she had not clean shirts, she would have to wear her bra and leather coat, and then she only had her leather skirt left clean. She then looked out her window and saw at least six inches of snow, this was not as bad as the others, but was not good. Paige got in the shower, brushed her teeth, did her hair and makeup, and so forth, and came out to get dressed. She put her skirt, and leather coat on, and then thinking she did not want to ruin a pair of high heel shoes, put her pair of five inch high black stiletto boots on. As she was walking out of her room, she looked in her mirror as she always did to look for anything wrong, and thought to herself, “Wow, I look like a dominatrix”
As she rode the elevator down to get to her rental car, she got hit on by a guy in the elevator as well. Being in no mood, she said “Shut the hell up or I’ll burry this heal in your balls” He said nothing else the rest of the way down. As she arrived at the campaign headquarters, she was surprised to see volunteers already there, all men. She figured they wanted the most time to stare at her perfect body and beautiful face. She soon put people to work, on the phones, and going door to door, and she then got to work. She noticed how some of the men were becoming somewhat erect at the sight of all that leather on her, and she just giggled to herself.
Much later that morning, she saw a car pull up, and Paige just assumed it was more volunteers coming in to help out. After she got them situated with a phone a call sheet, she went out to her car to get some papers. As she was walking back in, she noticed the car the volunteers had just pulled up in had a bumper sticker for the rival candidate. Paige became very angry; the two of them were spies. She had noticed that one of the men had gotten a noticeably large erection when he saw her, and she thought she could use this to her advantage.
She asked him to come to the back of the building, away from everyone else, in the sexiest voice she could muster. When they got to the back, she began to unzip his pants, and said how she knew he was a spy, but she thought that was hot, he must have balls. He could do nothing but climax right there, as Paige gave him a hand job. She then asked him if he liked leather and boots, he just moaned louder. She then grabbed his shoulders and pushed him to the ground. She then asked him if he liked this, and slammed her boot onto his balls, pinning them between him and the cement floor. She then lifted up her foot and slammed her five inch heel into his penis, making it bleed. She then kicked him in the stomach, and kneed him in the face, breaking his nose. He began to cry out in pain, but no one could hear him. She then made him stand up, and she put her full body weight on his balls, getting off just before they popped.
He almost passed out, but instead begged him to stop. To torment him more, she took off her leather coat and bra, leaving her wonderfully shaped breasts to swing free, only put her leather coat back on. Her nipples were as hard as could be, and her pussy was emitting juices, she was having the best orgasm of her life. She then grabbed one of his wrists, and jammed her heal on his index finger, breaking it. She was having such as good orgasm now; she did not ever hear his screams. She then told him he could go, but only after she saw his drivers’ license. She took down his address, and said she would take his balls and penis if he ever said anything to the police about this. She then began to let him walk out, but for some reason, kicked him in the balls from behind. He stopped and grabbed his swollen balls. She then kicked him in the head (she played soccer in high school and college, thus could kick very high and hard) He fell to the ground, and she began to take his manhood.
She stood on his chest and stomach, leaving red marks where her boots were. She then began to kick his head, injuring him further. The worst part came; she said he should try to cum one last time. He got a terrified look on his face, as he knew what was going to happen.
She took her left boot heal and isolated his right testicle, and pushed down with all her weight. She was not small, standing 5 feet and 11 inches tall, weighing 130 pounds; she finally heard her stiletto heel hit the cement floor, one down, one to go. She then had a sudden change of heat, and let him go, only after he completed her challenge. He must give her a better orgasm than the ball busting and partial ********** gave her. He began to try some pathetic move that does not even deserve a line. Paige then just said stop, and he knew it was over. She then told him he must hold his ball still, or she would remove his penis. When he held it still, she brought her whole boot down on his hand, penis, and ball, popping the ball, and breaking sever bones in the hand. He passed out, and Paige left. She left it up to him to find his way out. He never spied again.