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October 3, 2006

The Big Boss Lady (part three of three)

[part three is 3,518 words]

I slowly stuck out my tongue as she continued her shifting her hips across my face. The giantess purred as she released both of my hands to massage both of her enormous tits. “Now I don’t taste all that bad, do I?” she cooed. I was fighting the urge to put my tongue back in my mouth after tasting the bitterness of her vagina.

Both of her huge hands grabbed my head and tried to shoved it deeper into her cavernous cunt. Her giant oscillating hip gyrated at a faster rate. I was close to the point of passing out until Melissa rolled off of me, pulling me with her. I laid on top of her gasping for oxygen, until I heard her say, “Fuck me, you little runt.”

I looked down at my half hard shaft, trying to will it to rock hard, but I was to exhausted to do so. I had a feeling that I would get a beating if I don’t fuck the secretary soon. This time, I willed an exotic image of a woman at my height that any man would want to have for the night. Slowly, my genial started to become erected. I crawled forward slowly, as I stretched my legs and back.

Suddenly, something large and big swatted on my back. The blow sent me sprawling forward, face first into the giantess’s tits. A voice, I know all to well, said, “You should know better than that, Melissa. You’ll screw up the incantation if you let him touch you that way.”

I rolled over to see my boss, Ms. Suzan Sager, towering above me. She changed her clothes to something that looked more dominating. She wore a pair of jet black high heel boots, which showed off her massively powerful thighs. I could see her pubic hair protruding from the sides of her panties. The cups of her black lacy corset was being threatened to be overrun by her giant hooters. Over her broad shoulders, she wore a black cape, which hung all the way down to the floor.

The word, incantation, ran through my mind. “What could she be talking about?” I thought to myself. “I couldn’t help myself, Ms. Sager. I haven’t been fucked in a long time,” said her secretary. I started to get up off of Melissa, but the honey brown hair giantess kicked me back down on to my back. “I think we’re going to have to debase Tony a little bit more,” snickered my boss. (click to read entire story…)

October 2, 2006

The Big Boss Lady (part two of three)

[part two is 3,571 words]

I stood back up as soon as my head felt cleared enough to do so. Her large posterior loomed just above my head as she moved away. “Ms. Sager said that I was suppose to get a copy of the inventory from you, so that I could find out what I need to sell,” I asked as I walked towards her. She answered that she was looking for it.

I stood in the center of her working area. She moved from one file cabinet to another and then to the counter where another computer was at. Then suddenly, she turned and walked right into me. I quickly, had this impression of a truck bearing down on me as her massive thighs knocked me down. I fell tumbling away from her. She broke out laughing at my misfortune.

With one hand, she grabbed by my arm and pulled me up as if I were a doll. “Looks like I better give you something to do to keep you out of my way before you get kicked out of my office,” she said smiling. Melissa gave me the task of getting her some paper clips for the papers I need.

I stood on my toes to see if I could reach her tray full of paper clips. I couldn’t even see over the top of her desk much less than reaching her tray. I looked at her chair next to me. The chair was high enough to assist me on what I need to do.

I struggled to climb onto the swivel chair as quickly as I could. The chair spun around as I tried to climb into her seat. I was getting dizzy from spinning around in circles. Soon as it stop spinning as I grabbed the desk and reached for the single item that she could’ve gotten it without any efforts.

I pushed the swivel chair around so I could face the giant brunette. I sat down into the plush of the seat and leaned into the back support.

Melissa was already looking at me as I spun the chair around to her. She had her hand covering her mouth as if to refrain from laughing out loud. She said,” I didn’t want to disturb you from your conquest, but some of the papers you need already had paper clips.” “Damn!” I exclaimed, tossing the object over my shoulder hoping it would land on the table.

“Hey! Don’t do that!,” the busty giantess said, taking three steps towards me. Her shapely legs straddled the chair and practically plummeted her ponderous weight onto my legs. Her weight was crushing the life out of my legs as I screamed. She felt like she weigh at least five thousand pounds of flesh and bones. Her stomach smothered me as she reached to replaced the paper clips back into their proper place. Try as I might, I couldn’t budge her. She squealed with delight when I punched her tits. (click to read entire story…)

October 1, 2006

The Big Boss Lady (part one of three)

[part one is 3,531 words]

“You’re hired” were the words I’d been hoping for. I spent weeks after weeks, trying to find a job as a sale manager. I’ve got a degree in sales, but because of no experience, almost all of the companies wouldn’t hire me. Except for one firm owned by Ms. Suzan Sager. From what I understand, she sells any kind of sex equipment she can get her hands on. From condoms to the torture racks, even the computer generated mind sex that just recently came out.

I couldn’t tell much about Ms. Sager, because she was sitting behind a large desk. She’s a beautiful honey brown hair woman, who’s in her early forties. Her black leather business jacket that she was wearing, jutted almost straight out and then tightly straight down to her narrow waist. It hinted that she’s a very large busted lady. Through out during the interview, she was very serious about her business. She likes to smile a lot as she talks.

Her huge office was luxuriously decorated with expensive items. At one wall, she had a large painted portrait of herself in a ivory frame. Below the picture, was a long glass showcase. Inside the glass was various antique unaccustomed torture devices she had imported from different countries. Next to it was a full wet bar.

On the opposite wall, was a TV set embedded into the wall with a complete stereo equipment. About two feet away was a full bathroom with a walk-in closet. The closet has a full set of clothes for different occasion.

At the same wall, there was another room off set to the side. In the room, there was a large spa sunken into the floor, surrounded by live tropical plants. I could also see a hologram projector, which only the filthy rich people could afford.

Further back into the room, behind the glass doors was a sun room. It was filled with all kinds of exercise provisions. It had everything from dumbbell to a treadmill. Most of the weight were free-weights, almost no machines. At one side of the suite, there was also a double metallic sliding doors, which I had no idea what’s it for.

There was a window, which overlooks her warehouse and the city, behind her desk. She also has close circuit TV under the window which probably covered every room in this building.

There is a double wooden doors that opens electronically behind me, which leads out of her office. Ms. Sager’s office is upon the seventh floor.

The honey brown hair lady asked a series of question about my personal life. I answered her that I was single and had no dependents. I have no girlfriend and lead a pretty quite life.

She told me if I wanted the job, I would have to move onto her property for security reason. She assured me, that there would be no rent to paid, but she has some very strict rules that I would have to go by. She handed me a sheet of paper for me to read her rules. And handed me another stack of paper which contained the regulations of her business. (click to read entire story…)

September 3, 2006

Wanna Bet?

[full story is 1,393 words]

As she walked into the store I could tell she was in great shape. She wore a halter top and shorts of a bright orange color, which really set off her fantastic tan. As she approached me I watched as her thighs would constrict and relax, constrict and relax with each step. I guess I gawked because she smiled at me and the look in her eyes was a taunting one.

“Where do you keep the blank cassettes?”

“Right this way.”

As I started to show her where they were she said, “oh, stay there I’ll find them myself.”

As she walked away I had the feeling she wanted me to watch her from the rear. What a sight! The ripple of muscle in her buttocks was fantastic; but, the bunching of her calves, which were accented by her high heels, was truly awesome. She got her tapes, came up to the counter and looked around to see if anyone else was in the store. We were alone.

“Are you a betting man?” she asked coyly.

“Well, sometimes, why?” I replied.

“I’ll tell you what. I’ll bet I can beat you in [tag]arm wrestling[/tag] and even make you beg me to take these tapes for free. Wanna bet?” (click to read entire story…)

August 27, 2006

Bonnie’s Battered Boyfriend

I first met Bonnie two years ago in a health club to which we both belonged, and I was immediately struck by her strength, beauty and femininity. An inch taller than my own 5’9″ and with a powerful, muscular, yet shapely body that outweighed my own by a good ten pounds, I was fascinated at the way she could outlift most of the men at the club and struck up a conversation with her. When she invited me to come home with her I accepted eagerly.

However, I soon discovered what she had in mind for me. Quickly changing into sensuous black tights that revealed every muscle and curve of her fantastic body, she challenged me to a friendly wrestling match. Almost drooling at the prospect of physical contact with this gorgeous Amazon, I readily agreed, and before I realized it she had me downstairs on a wrestling mat in her gameroom. We closed, locking hands, and I held my own for a moment or two while she tested my strength, but after that I never had a chance. She was stronger and faster than I and knew every trick in the book. She put me through a dozen holds in as many minutes, maintaining each hold just long enough to ensure that I couldn’t escape and then moving into the next one. She finished me off by getting behind me, wrapping her powerful arms around my chest, pinning my arms to my sides and lifting me completely off the mat in a crushing bear hug that I thought would cave in my ribs until I was completely limp with exhaustion. Then she put me across her shoulders and gave me an airplane spin that left my mind reeling. She finally ended the contest–if you could call it that–by gripping my neck and buttocks and heaving me up over her head, her arms fully extended, to hold me there, seemingly ten feet in the air, my nose inches from the ceiling, while I struggled feebly to escape her grip, and then tossing me on my back, straddling my chest and pinning my shoulders to the mat with her knees.

(click to read entire story…)

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