This female boss is used to getting her own way, even when an employee wins the lottery

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!

For several long seconds she was still, only her sex was throbbing
with its own energy. She began to unbutton the last of her blouse,
but this time she rushed and even tore off a button and ripped the
silk. Susan didn’t even notice, but threw the thing over my shoulder
then wrapped her arms around my head. She whispered into my ear,
“Unhook me, darling.”

It took a second before I realized what she wanted and began to fumble
with the unfriendly-to-man clasp. She was rotating her wide hips and
ass around in the chair, purring into my shoulder as I continued to
fight with the bra clasp, but at last I lost my patience and pulled
the damn thing apart, ripping it. Finally she sat back up and threw
off her bra. I realized it wasn’t a breach of protocol to look at a
woman while your cock was in her. So I stared directly at those huge
boobs and big nipples. They began to bounce as she did, the nipples
getting larger and pointier by the second. With a quick glance at her
face, I saw her eyes were closed tight and her mouth open wide, as if
in a silent scream.

It is weird what a person remembers long after something happens. I
remember the squeaking of the leather chair and wondering if it would
hold both of our weights, and the smell of her sweat the more she
worked, even the sight of it. I wanted to suck upon those large
nipples, but her hands inadvertently held my shoulders against the
chair in a death grip. I couldn’t move. They bounced inches in front
of my face and I couldn’t reach them. My mouth watered as my hands
reached those large white globes. They were so soft and resilient.
She let out a moan as I squeezed both breasts at the same time, and
her bouncing became more rapid.

Susan’s vaginal muscles were getting tighter as she gripped my cock,
increasing the pleasure for both of us. Her moans were getting louder
and I was worried someone would hear us. I should not have. My
reputation would only get better if the word got around I dicked the
boss lady.

About this time I began to lose control of my faculties while all my
attention was focused on my cock and her heavy sweaty tits. And knew
my time was very close, and by the sounds she was making, so was hers.

I felt my orgasm start deep in my balls and quickly rush to the head
of my cock. I came in great big gushes of sperm as deep inside that
cavern as I could get the head of my cock. Susan screamed, then clung
to me fiercely while I finished my orgasm. The muscles of her vagina
were contracting and quivering with excitement, and though I didn’t
realize it then, she was having her own orgasm.

She lay like a large whale over me, her sweat clinging to my new
leather jacket, while her stale breath warmed my neck. My dick was
rapidly shrinking until it slipped out of her sloppy hole. I wanted
to get out of there. I wasn’t able to accomplish what I wanted to do,
yet didn’t feel bad about it, meaning I never had the chance to tell
her to fuck off. She had beaten me to it.

Susan finally got off me, awkwardly. I caught a glimpse of her dark
brown hairy pussy before she pulled down her skirt. She picked up her
shirt and put it on, letting it hang open since half the buttons were
missing. She pushed her hair back from her face, which was slick with
sweat, and she smiled at me. Of course I zipped up and was ready to
leave as fast as possible, but she began to talk.

She draped an arm around my neck from behind and bent forward to kiss
the top of my head; a loose breast fell against my shoulder. “You
were great! Perhaps tonight we can have a repeat performance.” It
was the last thing I wanted. Sure, I loved sex and hadn’t had much of
it in my life, but I really didn’t want to fuck her again. “I’ll make
you so happy,” she began to laugh lightly, “and tired!” The arm
around my neck slid down my stomach to grasp my crotch.

Time to leave!

What the hell was she talking about? She seduces me, then figures
we’ll be a couple. Fuck, no! Sure I fucked her but I still didn’t
like her.

“I have to go. I have an appointment with my lawyer.”

She sat up and tried to smile seductively, “I understand. I’ll call
you after work, we can go out somewhere nice.”

“Uh, yeah, sure. Call me.” I had no intention of answering my phone.
I finally reached the door, but her hand again grasped my crotch. She
puckered her lips and closed her eyes, waiting for a kiss.
Tentatively I kissed her lips, as I would have an ugly old aunt, then
rushed out of there, thankful it was all over.

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