Susan

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Caution: This Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa, .

Desc: Sex Story: This female boss is used to getting her own way, even when an employee wins the lottery.

Copyright© 1992-2003

"A woman from South Philadelphia
Once found herself left on the shelfia.
No one wanted her wares
But she muttered, 'Who cares?'
And cheerfully played with herselfia."
-author unknown


Her name was Susan and she was a woman of excess and power. She was used to getting her own way with everything. But her anger seemed to dissipate very quickly as she spoke. "I heard on the radio this morning. Congratulations." She seemed to mean it, and that took the steam out of my fire. "I suppose you are here to quit? Don't blame you actually - given half a chance I would be out of here like lightning myself." Oh, did I mention she was also smart. Gods, don't you just hate that in a woman? "If you came here to tell me to fuck off, I wouldn't hold it against you. I have been hard with you." No kidding. I sat dumbfounded in the chair opposite from her desk, a familiar spot where I had often received a lecture. You see, I had been an employee with this company for over a year, and Susan was my boss.

Susan stood and walked around the desk, then sat back onto the front of her desk. As usual, she was wearing a mini skirt, the same one we in operations often made fun of since she was a large woman, though well-figured. It was her breasts we had voted as being her best feature, and her mouth as her worst.

"What are your plans now?" The same God-damned question.

But I was civilized. "I haven't had time to think it over yet." I found some balls. "Though you were right - I was going to tell you I quit."

She smiled and sat up onto the top of her desk. "You mean to tell me to fuck off."

Her meaty thighs were spread slightly and I realized I could see far up her mini, but tore my hungry eyes away to answer her question. "Yeah, that was my plan."

Again her legs spread even more. "I would have understood." I began to cough; I had caught a glimpse of her hairy beaver between her legs, and under the leather mini she wasn't wearing any underwear. Of course I controlled myself and forced myself to look directly into her eyes, but my mind kept picturing that flash image.

There was an uneasy silence in the large office. She smiled at me but didn't say anything, which was very queer. Then slowly she reached up with both hands and undid the top two buttons of her blouse. Susan pulled the two sides far apart, revealing her large ample cleavage and see-through black bra.

Finally she broke the silence. "Would you like to do anything else while your here?" Her voice had an unknown quality about it.

Would you believe the first reaction I had was to run as fast as I could out of there? But thankfully I controlled myself. She kicked off her black high heels, and the sound echoed around her silent office. At that moment I realized that I had a hard-on, large and throbbing, trying to force itself through my pants. I saw her eyes look down onto my lap about the same time I thought of it, and her smile got bigger. Susan slid off the edge of the desk, her skirt riding even higher, almost to her crotch.

"I was wondering if you were going to come in today. I'm glad you did." She sounded very glad as she began to unzip my pants. "You didn't know I had always liked you the best? That's why I was so tough with you." Yeah, right. "In fact, I often think about you when I masturbate" I began to cough again. But this time it lasted longer. Things like this didn't happen to me - in fact, I didn't even believe those stories people write into magazines about things like this happening. And in fact I didn't even like Susan, yet here we were. When I stopped hacking, I realized my penis was free of my pants and encircled in her warm hand. "Are you okay? Do you need anything?" It was a loaded question.

I was helpless as I watched her straddle my lap, one large thigh on either side of mine. I felt her hand moving my penis around below her before it entered a vast warm wetness as she sunk upon my lap.

That was when she actually did it. She purred. No fooling, she actually purred like a kitten!

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