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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. Kristen's collection - Directory 5