Old Memories and New Beginnings
By Madcat
Greg is forced to fight his new boss in a winner takes all game of sexual seduction.


He sat in the conference room with the rest of the Engineering staff. They all
waited patiently for the new boss to show up. She was in the management
trainee program, which meant that the new girl in charge was fresh out of
college. That pissed off a bunch of the older folks who wanted the job but not
Greg. He was but 28, young and handsome. Moving up the chain of command just
didn't interest him. He liked his job as an engineer, but his social life was
his prime focus. The city was a target rich environment for a single guy.
Every thing else took a back seat to his getting laid.

Rumor was that the new manager was hot. That did interest him. The idea of
nailing the boss, preferably on her desk, brought a smile to his face. He
sighed as the girl walked thru the door and greeted the 20 person team. The
rumors had been right this time.

"Hi, I'm Jennifer Tilly, but just call me Jenny." The girl said in a black
business suit.

Greg barely heard the rest of her speech. His mind moved along a different
path. The girl was tall, perhaps 5-10, and in her high heels, soared above the
crowd. She had long blonde hair a curvaceous body that could stop a clock. Her
legs seemed to go on forever and ever. They made eye contact a couple of times
during her speech, Jenny's gaze lingering longer than necessary.

This was par for the course for Greg. He too was tall, with a square chin and
piercing blue eyes. Chicks dug him. That was that. He wondered if she was
single, not that it would make any difference. Greg had no moral objections to
boffing a married bitch or any other kind of bitch for that matter. All that
mattered was that they be hot.

But there was something special about this one above and beyond that she
looked like a super-model. Jenny what-ever-her-name-was looked familiar. She
sounded familiar too. He searched and searched his mind. Greg knew that he had
met her someplace, somewhere. Had he slept with her? After all, Greg had slept
with hundreds of women during the last decade or so. It seemed impossible. He
would remember doing this babe.

All of a sudden, people started leaving. Speech must be over, Greg thought as
he sampled her protruding breast line one last time. He stood up and made a
bee-line for the blonde. No time like the present to get acquainted.

"Gregory Tallon, its nice to see you again." The woman exclaimed as they
locked eyes.

Greg took her hand and looked up at her. She stood at least 6-2 in her heels,
two inches taller than his six feet. He took in everything about her proud
female body. Even in the mundane black suit, it looked utterly feminine. The
male visualized Jenny's long legs wrapped around his virile body, his face
buried deep in her ample bosom and their bodies locked together in a primal
way. He still didn't recognize her.

"I'm sorry. Do we know each other?" Greg asked, flashing his disarming smile.

"You don't remember me?" the blonde replied with a hurt look.

"You look familiar but I can't quite remember ... "

"Think back 10 years ago," Jen explained, cocking her lovely head, "to the
senior prom. I was a young pimply faced kid. And you, if I remember right,
were the quarter back of the football team, homecoming king and class
president."

Bingo! The light went on in his Neanderthal mind. 10 years ago, Greg and his
buddies on the football team had a contest. They asked as many chicks as
possible to the Senior Prom only to stiff them on the big night. It became the
biggest joke of the year as some 46 young ladies sat at home, decked out in
their finest gowns, waiting for a boy who never came. It was a riot. And Greg
won the contest with no less than 13 broken hearts.

He had almost landed in deep do-do over the mess. A lot of parents lost it
after they found their daughters paid hundreds of dollars just to be a part of
some horrible practical joke. Jennifer had been one of those girls. Tall and
ungainly, the newbie freshman made easy prey for the most popular boy in
school.

While Greg had mostly forgotten the incident, Jennifer never did. It was one
of those defining moments in her life. A time when childhood innocence gives
way to the stark realities of the world. She never imagined that she would see
this awful boy again. But Jennifer recognized him instantly, his image
indelibly etched in her brain.

Not that Greg had changed much. He still had those boyish good looks, that
swagger, and a mischievous hint in his brown eyes. For some reason, he didn't
look so awful anymore.

Meanwhile, Greg fought thru one of those hard pauses. For a man with a closet
full of bones, this was a very big skeleton. But he had been down this road
dozens of times with angry and vindictive women. The only difference was that
Jenny was his boss.

"Ah, sorry about that. It was a long time ago. I was kind of stupid back then.
Hope there's no hard feelings." Greg answered in his smooth voice. He could
barely picture the 14 year old Jennifer. Boy, this babe had really filled out.
No wonder he couldn't recognize her.

Jennifer sensed his interest in her wares and it brought back some difficult
issues. The worst among them seemed to be that she still had feelings for this
creep. Unlike Greg, the buxom blonde had little experience in mistreating the
opposite sex. Her love life in high school had been crippled by his little
prank. She blossomed in college as her horizons opened. The blonde joined a
sorority, went into modeling and even got a boob job.

Before long, the newly buxom blonde was doing calendar shoots, trade shows and
fitness competitions. Jennifer was on top of the world. Then she met Jim.

He was a bodybuilder and law student, a beef cake, dreamboat or whatever you
want to call it. They got married after she graduated. A year later she caught
him with one of the paralegals at the law office.

That night proved even harder for her to think about. The normally sweet, sexy
blonde went berserk, beating big Jim to an inch of his life. All of the hate
and grief came out at that one horrible moment. Jim outweighed her by some 60
pounds of hard male muscle. But it mattered little. He couldn't fight to save
his life while Jennifer proved to be a natural at it. Fueled by an anger that
no man could match, she destroyed him, breaking his arm and landing Jim in the
hospital with a concussion.

It landed her in jail. Only the bizarre nature of the crime saved her. Jim
refused to press charges for obvious reasons. She never saw him again but
Jennifer felt that same anger welling up from her gut as she looked at Greg.

The buxom blonde stuck her hand out. "No hard feelings." She lied.

He took her hand, finding the grip hard. Many girls did this in a man's world.
They made each handshake into an opportunity to prove themselves to the
so-called stronger sex. This was the first time Greg remembered wincing from
such an encounter.

"Good. Maybe we could go out after work. I could buy you a beer to make up for
that stupid joke." Greg answered as he mentally undressed her for the third
time. His eyes ripped off her blouse, exposing her ample breasts in a sweet
strapless bra. Next, her skirt fell away, reveling a tight ass surrounded by
the skimpiest of panties.

Jennifer smiled. "You work for me, remember? Its best we keep this
professional." She wondered inwardly if that would be possible.

The first few weeks proved to be difficult for the new boss as she settled
into her new job. Being highly ambitious, Jenny battled an apathetic,
sometimes hostile staff in a business she barely knew. Greg amounted to a
further and undeniable distraction. Deep within, young Jennifer had abiding
desire to bed him. It was part his good looks, but much of it had to do with
their bizarre history. Fucking the boy's brains out seemed to be something she
needed to put everything behind her.

Yet, her own intellect stood in the way of that master plan. Screwing an
employee could be career assisted suicide. Plus, Greg was an asshole's
asshole. He paraded around like god's gift to womankind and bragged
incessantly of his sexual conquests. She hated him and she hated herself for
wanting him.

But what's a girl to do? Jenny's answered this dilemma by dressing in
business-formal slut ware. Her skirts got higher and higher, her blouses
tighter and more see thru. She got approving glances from all the male
employees. It was the ones from Greg that mattered the most.

Wearing a gray mini and jacket, the busty blonde ambled in to Greg's cube for
no particular reason other than to tease him a little. She made these visits
into a daily pilgrimage.

"Your numbers on the DINO project need updating." Jennifer announced,
radiating female authority. She had her big D-cups thrust out as she handed
him the file. With no jacket on, they protruded from her chest like little
mountains.

Greg let his eyes gaze up her long, tall, exquisite body. What the hell this
girl was doing in an R&D office was beyond comprehension. She should have been
a model, dancer or maybe a porn starlet. But the important thing was that she
wanted him. So he played along.

"Which numbers are those?" Greg asked as he took the file. Maybe 40-30-36, he
guessed with astonishing accuracy.

The busty blonde upped the ante, placing her foot on his desk, very close to
the seated male. She pretended to fiddle with the strap of her shoe. Instead,
Jenny not so inadvertently allowed her tight gray mini-skirt to ride up her
supple thigh.

Greg had to battle back an impulse to touch her sweet leg and diamond shaped
calves. Even worse he caught a glimpse of baby-blue, camel-toed panties. He
had to admit, this chick was good, very good.

EEEK! She hadn't anticipated the panties variable but it was too late now.
Jennifer went with it, using her voluptuous yet elegant body as the ultimate
weapon in this game of seduction. He would be eating out of the palm of her
hand soon.

"Damn shoe!" the girl cursed and pointed to the file. "Its all in there."

"Of course it is." Greg replied as he brazenly stared at her pussy. He would
never back down from a saucy little tart like this one.

Jennifer cursed silently as his riposte left her a bit speechless. She
conjured up an image of the handsome man naked, on the ground, with her on
top, sexually conquering him. It brought a smile back to her princess-like
face.

"Good. Have it back on my desk in two hours." The buxom beauty hissed. It was
good to be the boss.

She retreated back to her office in a huff. Jennifer could not help but feel
that he had bested her in that little skirmish. She wanted nothing more than
to get even. Little did the buxom blonde boss know, that opportunity was but a
phone call away.

Jennifer ended up in his cube again an hour later. Greg turned to face her,
happy that this sexy minx had returned for more of the same. It was only a
matter of time until he nailed the long legged bitch. His mind pictured her
naked underneath him, those long legs up in the air like field goal posts.

"Where are the CB-72 prototypes?" the girl asked, her blue eyes narrowing.

"John didn't get them done before he left yesterday. I plan on shipping them
next week."

"They are late already. I just got a call from Melissa ... "

Greg cut her off. He hated breaking in new managers on crap like this.
"Melissa is a hyper-active little c ... , err, trouble maker. She'll get the
prototypes when she gets them. Its not like she can go anywhere else."

The girl boss folded her arms under her heaving breasts. This was just the
lazy attitude that infected the whole goddamn department. "You are going to
make and ship those parts today before you go home. I promised she have them
by Monday."

"It's a two man job." Greg protested.

"I'll help you." She countered. Its not like she had anything better to do.

But Greg did. "It'll take hours. I have a date tonight."

"I'd cancel it, if I were you." Jennifer suggested smugly. "Meet you back in
the shop in an hour."

This time she walked out of his cube with a happy face.

Greg sure as hell didn't have one. He stood back by the CNC bender waiting for
his sexy boss. She was late already and the male huffed and puffed. Work rules
clearly stated that no one could use this machinery alone and the shop was
already clearing out. An experienced guy could run these parts in 4 hours or
so. It would take him longer.

The doors opened and in walked princess Jenny. She wore company overalls just
like he did. But the boss lady looked like nothing he had ever seen. Jennifer
leisurely crossed the room as if she had just stepped out of a prison
mechanic's wet-dream. Her overalls were obviously sized for someone smaller,
less robust. They clung to her curves like a second skin and utterly failed to
contain her mighty bosom. The front was unzipped past her bra.

His jaw slack, Greg stared at her gaping chest. Always something of a boob
man, the poor guy just couldn't help himself.

She followed his gaze and smiled. "I know. It's a little small but it was all
I could find on short notice." Jenny replied, ruffling her oversized rack as
she did so. This caused her boobs to giggle nicely. Luckily, Greg was wearing
safety glasses. Otherwise his eyes might have popped out.

Score another one for the girl's team! "Lets get started, shall we? You run
the parts, I'll check them to the print and box them up."

Greg scowled at that point. As expected, the boss took the easy road, leaving
him with the real work. Plus, her boob ploy had worked like a charm. The
female had gotten the upper hand and that really pissed him off. He went to
work with a growl and quickly botched the first couple of parts. This was
going to take all night.

It took him almost an hour to get the machine set right and the first
prototype down to Jenny. By that time, Greg's demeanor had hardened. No amount
of feminine wiles or boob shots could distract him. He just wanted to go home
and figure out a way to get back at the buxom blonde boss.

She sensed his hardening resolve and Jenny knew just what to do. When steel
gets too hard that you can't bend it, then it has to be shattered. So she
politely returned his first part.

"This bend radius isn't right." The girl said, holding the part in front of
her impudent breasts.

Greg tried not to watch as a small rivulet of sweat ran down the valley
between her fleshy peaks. "Its OK, we never hit those radii. If we did, we
would fracture the steel." He explained like a true engineer.

"But we have to match the print! This part is no good."

"The print is no good. But nobody ever checks it so ... "

The busty blonde exerted her authority, cutting the male off in mid- sentence.
"Just make the part correctly. If the bend radius on the print is too tight,
you should have caught it."

"So this is my fault now?"

"Pretty much." She handed him the part and put her hands on her very female
hips. This was fun, taunting and teasing this hated male and watching him
twist in the wind. "Now get to work."

"F--- you." Greg replied. Their little game had gone too far. She was good,
perhaps better than him, and could use her authority to make his life
miserable. But the proud young man wasn't going to put up with her harassment
anymore. That was it! It was harassment, and the company had rules against
that. He slammed the part down on the bender. "If you want a tight radius, you
do it. I'm done here."

This time Jenny's jaw went slack as he started to walk towards the locker
room. "This is a direct order. Get back ... "

"What part of 'f--- you', don't you understand?" the male said without turning
around.

This was incredible. He couldn't just walk away! The female boss upped the
ante. "If you walk out of here, you're fired!"

Greg just flipped her the bird and kept walking. He suddenly felt great.
Jenny's desperate tone was music to his ears. If she fired him, then Greg
would just have to visit HR in the morning and file a complaint.

"You're fired!" Jenny screamed like a wound cat. "You're fired!"

By this time, Greg was out the door, almost laughing. He got the last shot in,
calling the girl boss's bluff. She had no real power over him. It was all an
illusion and he just shattered it.

Little did the man know, Jenny was no tame little house cat. A tigress would
fit her better. She wiped away a solitary tear of anger.

The male hit the lockers and immediately stripped off his overalls. The damn
things were hot enough. Jenny just made them worse. A slight sheen of sweat
covered his athletic body. He looked down at his bulging, red bikini briefs
and sighed. Even though it seemed that the male had won the petty little
battle of the sexes, Greg knew he would never have this incredible girl. She
would never submit to him the way he wanted it. This was a hard pill to
swallow for a man who simply assumed he could boff any babe he desired.

Imagine his surprise when the buxom boss burst into the locker room. He stood
before her in just his red bikini.

"Don't you ever walk out on me like that again." The girl screamed, a second
tear rolling down her sweet cheek.

His mind rolled with the endless possibilities here. They were basically all
alone in the men's locker room. Perhaps, he had been a tad premature in his
earlier assumption. Greg grabbed the lapel of her coveralls threateningly.
"What are you going to do about it, sweetheart?"

For a few seconds that question seemed to hang in the air. In her shoes, Jenny
stood the same height as the male. Their lips hovered closely while his bare
flesh pressed against her. Jenny's bodacious body tensed as that old rage
surged thru her taut muscles. Only this time it possessed a new and unknown
component. His question ignited a feminine firestorm.

Jenny drove the nearly naked male back, slamming him into a row of lockers.
Her speed and strength totally overwhelmed the young man. It left Greg trying
to clear cobwebs out of his head and figure out what the hell had just
happened. Then she kissed him, hard and messily. Her tongue penetrated his
mouth. This left him even more confused.

He finally resisted but it was too little too late. The scantily clad male
tried to push her back. She refused to budge, her luscious body pinning him to
the lockers. Slowly, his resistance began to wane. Her kiss became that of the
vampire, sucking the strength from her male victim. She grabbed his wrists and
pinned him to the lockers.

By this time, Greg had fully succumbed to her mouth to mouth assault. He
actively kissed his blonde nemesis and rubbed his abundantly erect manhood on
Jenny's fully clothed body.

The girl pulled away at this point, knowing she had him. Jenny stood on the
brink of her darkest and most debauched fantasies. She left him breathless,
hanging limply on the wall where she still pinned his hands. A feral smile
crossed her lips. Sometimes reality could exceed the fantasy.

Her right hand slid down Greg's v-shaped torso to the loop of his bikini.
Jenny was daring him to do something, but the young man didn't. He wanted it
more than she could ever know and his complete submission was a forgone
conclusion.

She could have slid his briefs gently down but that just didn't get it. This
was her hour of power, her day to humiliate a boy who 10 years ago turned her
life into a living hell. The buxom blonde ripped the bikini from his loins
with a loud, almost symbolic, pop. This was another turning point in her life,
just as the prom joke had been one.

It left the boy naked and hugely aroused. Her free hand went to him, enjoying
his fullness, his male power, all firmly under her control. "Tell me you love
me!" Jenny hissed, her big brown nipples burning for more.

"I love you." The male replied, his body moving, trembling with pure lust.

It was time. Using his cock as a handle, she pulled the man into the middle of
the room and forced him on to the floor. The old Greg seemed to be gone,
missing from the action. He had been replaced by one utterly compliant to her
sexual needs.

The buxom blonde towered over her naked male victim as she kicked her shoes
off. Jenny said nothing as nothing needed said. They both knew what was about
to happen. Or at least they thought they did. She unzipped the coveralls,
displaying her light blue, v-string panties and matching strapless bra. His
hungry cock seemed to grow another inch at the sight of her taut loins and
perfectly round breasts.

Her underwear disappeared without further ado. She gave him a final brush back
of her long blonde hair, highlighting her mammoth D-cups as she did so. They
needed no bra to support them, defying Newton's law of gravity all on their
own.

Jenny mounted him and immediately took his thick, hard love muscle deep, deep
inside her. Then she pinned his arms again as the luscious lady sought to
bring her fantasy to fruition.

Sadly, reality can never live up to expectations. Greg immediately lost
control as Jenny's velvety wetness engulfed him. He gave her one good hip
thrust and went limp, literally, in every sense of the word.

"No fuckin' way." The wanton wench said as she realized her fantasy would go
unfulfilled. Somehow, this dickhead had gotten the better of her again.

Greg smiled as his consciousness returned. His climax broke the sexual trance
that held him powerless. But the girl still had him pinned to the ground.

"That was a quickie." He joked. Such a thing had never happened to him before.
But then again, Jenny had never happened to him before. Greg, however, was
quite sure that a little coaching could get him back into the game.

Jenny had other ideas. She slid up his naked body, leaving a trail of turgid
liquid lust down the center of his chest. Greg, still a little cloudy,
recognized her evil plan too late. His head was already in position.

"No - No!" He wailed as he looked up at her dominant breasts from between her
smooth thighs.

Jenny's leering smile appeared thru her cleavage. She had this hated male
right where she wanted him. "Eat me!" the beautiful blonde ordered haughtily.
Jenny would have the last laugh today.

Greg hated to eat pussy. On a couple of occasions he had done so and regretted
it for days. The idea of eating a girl out after, well, you know, doing her
was beyond repulsive. A full out struggle ensued as an increasingly desperate
male sought to escape his cruel fate.

But there would be no escaping this blonde tigress. Her busty hard body was
solid and heavy. She straddled his shoulders, pinning him to the ground with
her weight. Greg kicked and screamed but could not dislodge her. Finally, his
knee caught her in the back. The big chested boss yelped in pain. But even
this would not save him.

She scooted up a bit, grabbed his head with both hands and forced his
compliance. Greg still defied her, refusing to send in his tongue. So Jenny
basically face fucked him. Again, the male's resistance slowly collapsed as he
realized the only way out for him was between her legs. Within in minutes his
tongue was inside her, driving Jenny wild. It was more than just oral sex for
her. It was vengeance served up hot and wet. She came three times then left
him speechless on the floor (and aroused). The girl had definitely won that
battle, but the war was just heating up.

Greg came to work the next morning a very confused and angry young man. He
blamed himself for what happened, unwilling to come to terms his boss's very
real physical power. Getting seduced and dominated by a female was horrible
enough. Being physically raped by a gorgeous gal boggled the male mind. It was
simply unthinkable.

He saw her as he hurried back to his cubicle. The girl wore a pink suit with
white stockings. She looked like a freaking Barbie doll! Jenny turned and they
locked eyes for a moment. The male turned away. While fully clothed, Greg felt
naked in her gaze. Could he be afraid of a girl? He snarled.

The first couple of hours at work were but a complete waste. A couple of guys
stopped in to see how his date went. Greg blew them off, suddenly unwilling to
share his sexual escapades with others. He instead rallied his courage by
lying to himself about the horrible event of the previous evening. The male
imagined himself being a willing partner in the whole, sordid affair. It was
nothing more than another one of his wild nights. Soon, Greg even cobbled
together a story to share with the guys of how he nailed the boss.

Then the phone rang. It was her. His stomach seemed to sink.

"How's those prototypes coming?" Jennifer asked coyly.

His head spun. Prototypes? What prototypes? Oh, those prototypes. They
weren't. He hadn't done anything on them. "They will be done soon." Greg lied.

"Good. I think we should talk, Greg, OK. Come to my office please." Click. The
phone went dead. It was more of a command than a request. Greg took 3 deep
breaths and went to see her. He couldn't avoid this forever.

"Come in, sit down and close the door. I think we need a little privacy for
this conversation." Jennifer said matter-of-factly. Only a hint of wickedness
in her smile betrayed the woman's professional demeanor.

"OK," Greg replied as he followed her commands. When the male sat down, the
pink girl stood up, walked around her desk and leaned on it.

"About last night, I wanted to apologize. I was way out of line. I want you to
know that it won't happen again. Plain and simple." Jennifer stated, her arms
straight and hands on the desk. Of course, her true motives couldn't have been
farther this statement. She wanted nothing more than to re-live last night's
conquest and explore the possibilities of a repeat performance.

He smiled, inadvertently annoying his boss. "There's nothing to apologize for.
I enjoyed every second. If you want to stop ... "

Jenny jumped in. "You enjoyed every second of it? Even eating my pussy? It
didn't seem that way to me."

"Ah, yeah," Greg implied. He dropped his eyes to her protruding breasts and on
to the girl's long legs. Her pink skirt wasn't a mini but instead featured
long slits up the side, revealing her sweet as silk thighs in the sheer white
stockings. "I, err, enjoyed it all."

He was a lying cocksucker. She could tell from his nervous lack of eye
contact. But why? Jenny couldn't begin to understand the male aversion to
physical female power. It was bad enough that men had to submit to women in
the workplace. Giving up the last bastion of masculine physical superiority
made it 10 times worse. Yet, Jenny found herself wanting to explore it.

"It didn't seem that way to me." She replied, looking down at him from atop
her tremendous bosom.

"How do you mean?" Greg replied with genuine concern. His carefully crafted
storyline seemed to be under fire.

"Well, all that 'Stop!' - 'No!' - 'Get off me!' made it sound like you said
no. And I didn't listen. I forced you to eat me. To stick your tongue in my
hot pussy." Her nipples sizzled as she recounted the events of last night.

Greg shifted uncomfortably in his chair. The I-didn't-get-raped-by-a-girl
version of the encounter faced a full-scale female bombardment. But the man
courageously stuck to his guns. "No, I was just fooling around. A little play
acting."

"Oh, really. I don't buy it. Would you agree to a little test to check the
veracity of your version of events?"

"Ah, OK, but I'm a little busy right now. Can we do it later?" the male
gulped. That was the last thing he wanted to do.

"This will just take a minute or two." Jenny replied as she stood up. The girl
went and locked the door. Then she made the fateful command. "Strip!"

"HUH?" Greg grunted as he sprung out of his chair.

"Take off your clothes. Don't worry, I saw you naked last night. I can handle
it." The buxom blonde countered with a naughty grin. She put a hand on his
muscular chest.

It took a moment but the male realized that he had precious little choice in
the matter. He simply had to prove his side of the story. Backing out would
confirm the big lie. Greg nodded and took off all of his clothes except his
black bikini briefs, hoping against hope that this would satisfy his horny
boss.

Of course, it didn't. All his prudish reluctance did was afford young Jennifer
a chance to demonstrate her growing power. She brazen grabbed the front of his
bikini, just above the male bulge. Smiling, the buxom blonde pulled them down
ever so slowly. Jennifer let her knuckles rake his manly shaft as she stripped
him. Then she watched him get fully hard. It took approximately 4.6 seconds.

They both stared at his throbbing cock for a moment. Despite their mutual
interest, the man and woman had a very different take on his arousal. Jenny
saw it as affirmation of her beauty and power. It made her feel like the queen
of mankind. Greg treated it as an unwanted guest, something that should just
go away.

"There, satisfied?" the male asked as he stood naked before his fully clothed
boss.

Not nearly. Jenny suddenly felt as horny as she did last night. Her own
nipples were painfully hard and the girl could feel the heat betwixt her legs.
She seized him by the balls with her right hand.

"We are just getting started." The busty blonde purred sexually, enjoying the
exotic look of terror in his eyes. Then she proceeded to pull him around the
desk in a most ungraceful and unmanly way.

"What are you doing?" Greg yelped. Her finger nails dug into his soft, pliant
male flesh like hooks.

Jenny stopped in front of her chair and teased the tip of his thing with her
free hand. "You, Gregory Tallon, are going to get on your knees and suck my
pussy. You are going to do it until I come all over your face. If you don't,
I'll know you are lying about last night. Got it?"

She had him literally by the short hairs. Saying no would prove her correct.
Saying yes would mean further male humiliation. But Greg correctly deduced
that refusing would not end this. One way or another, he would be eating pussy
again. He smiled weakly.

"OK, sure." The naked man replied. Greg trembled slightly. How bad could it
be?

The girl released his petrified penis, yielding the young man the initiative.
This was a test of the female domination system. Greg could push her away,
punch her in the mouth, tell her to go copulate with herself or do anything
else other than what he did.

Instead, handsome Greg dropped to his knees and looked up at the dominating
bitch. The once proud man almost felt like crying, something he couldn't
remember ever doing. Using feminine guile and trickery, she would soon
humiliate him yet again.

OH, how the world turns. The busty blonde kicked of her shoes and hiked up her
skirt, revealing the tops of her stockings, a band of naked thigh and her
white panties. He would not see her naked today, maybe next time, but not
today. This was about Jenny establishing her superiority as much as anything
else.

She sat in her expensive leather chair and spread them, her panty clad pussy
calling to the naked male. He came forward like a zombie, prepared to do his
duty. But bosomy babe grabbed his head and held him at arms length.

"Start with my feet." Jenny ordered and Greg obeyed, kissing her nylon covered
toes.

The male proved that he was much more than a pretty face. He worked his way up
her sleek, sexy leg at just the right pace, stopping before her female mound,
teasing the busty boss as she had done to him so many times over the last
weeks.

Hot Jenny grabbed his head with one hand and forced him the rest of the way.
Her other hand brushed aside the crotch of her damp panties. Soon his tongue
penetrated deep inside her.

"OWWE ... , I was wrong. You do like-like-like to eat my pussy." The girl
moaned as she humped his face. Jennifer kept one hand on the back of his head.

"You like being my bitch ... You really do love me ... Lick it, boy, lick it
... " she continued.

Of course, Greg, buried nose deep in pussy, couldn't reply to any of this. Not
that he wanted to. All Greg could do was pretend he wasn't there, naked, on
his hands and knees, servicing this despised female. Jenny came over and over
again, making good on her promise to cover his face in her juice. Finally, it
stopped. Jenny raised his slick face.

"Who would have thought, ten years after you left me crying at home, the great
Gregory Tallon would be on his knees, licking my pussy like some butch dyke."
The girl said to her naked little boy toy.

The great Gregory Tallon simply nodded in shock and disbelief. He couldn't
really understand how he came to be in this position. Her commentary deeply
hurt the handsome, charming Greg because it was true. He knelt before the
buxom babe because of what had happened 10 years ago. This was all some
perverse payback! Greg felt he had to do something now, before things got
worse.

Meanwhile, Jenny stood up, towering over the nude male. She fixed her skirt
and brushed back her long blonde mane. Then she pulled Greg to his feet by his
hair. His naked body trembled at her touch. His breath came in short rasps and
his cock stood at full attention. Yet, male defiance burned in his eyes.
Despite everything that had happened, she hadn't fully conquered him yet.

So, Jenny laid it all on the line for her male employee. "Lets get one thing
straight, shall we. I don't care what happened in the past between us. I think
you have atoned for your sins. But for as long as you work for me, you will do
precisely what I tell you, when I tell you. Any disobedience will be very
harshly punished by all means at my disposal. Understand?"

To make sure he did, the busty lass pulled his head back painfully. This bent
him backwards over her desk, causing his male member to poke out at a
disturbing angle. Naturally, her free hand seized Greg's thick, long shaft.
Her thumb came to rest on his most sensitive spot. She held him like a fighter
pilot does a joy-stick.

"Are you going to be a good boy?" the bodacious boss asked playfully. Her
wickedly hot body pressed against his.

Greg desperately fought the feeling rising up inside him. He didn't want to
come, not now, not like this. "Yes, please," he moaned, "let me go."

"Don't you like me to do this?" Jenny whispered as her hand alternately
squeezed and rubbed. Meanwhile her thumb worked its magic on Greg's bulbous
head.

His body began to shake uncontrollably. He tried to speak but couldn't form
intelligible sounds. A great sexual tsunami formed in his loins, but it
suddenly stopped, held back by some ultra powerful force. Greg looked down to
see the female squeezing his big fat cock and preventing the climatic finish.

"Remember this always. Remember what I can do to you." Jenny hissed as she
pointed the boy's big gun at his face. Then she let it fly.

Easily the biggest and baddest climax of his life, the liquid projectile hit
Greg straight in the nose. It covered him with thick, white fluid. The busty
blonde vixen began to giggle uncontrollably. It couldn't have worked out
better had she planned it. Jenny handed the stunned male an utterly
insufficient tissue paper.

"You better get back to work." The girl ordered with a big smile. This job was
going to be fun. Humiliating Greg would never get old.

Greg had nothing to say. He silently dressed and left her office. Luckily, he
made it to the restroom without drawing undo suspicion. This was war now. He
would make her pay dearly for this latest humiliation. After cleaning up, Greg
made a bee line up to accounting. There he found Jeff, a married cost
accountant with too little work to do. The man enjoyed hearing stories Greg's
of sexual conquests. Today, Greg had a doozy. By tomorrow, it would be all
over the office.

What's a guy to do after an ugly bout of sexual harassment by a dominant
female? Well the answer is obvious: get laid. Greg left work a little early
and hit happy hour at the local watering hole. He immediately laid his eyes on
a busty little brunette. Within 15 minutes, the handsome hunk bought her a
drink. In little more than an hour he had kissed her. Within 2 hours, they
were headed back to his place.

They wasted no time as soon as the couple got inside. Teresa was a bouncy babe
of medium stature. She allowed the young gentleman to remove her tight top,
displaying a juicy pair of natural D-cups in a cleavage enhancing push up bra.
The girl then doffed her shorts. Like many large breasted women, Teresa tended
to be a tad heavy. But she looked good. The girl carried the extra pounds in
just the right spot on her wide hips and liked to show it off in a green
thong.

Greg wasn't as impressed. He preferred the little nymph quality in his women.
But right now the young man would be happy with any hot chick as long as he
was on top. He quickly decided to do this bitch doggy style here in his living
room. Greg virtually tore of his pants and shirt, revealing his tanned torso
and 4-pack abs. Teresa evidently liked what she saw and smiled. They came
together in a tangle of limbs, kissing hungrily.

"I figured I'd find you like this." Came a female voice from close by.

Both Teresa and Greg froze in their erotic embrace. She had no idea what was
going on but he did. Greg recognized that voice. He turned.

"What the hell are you doing here?" the engineer spat.

"We have to talk." Jenny replied. She still wore her pink suit but the girl
looked ruffled, her eyes puffy, and her long blonde mane tangled.

"No we don't. This is my house. How the hell did you get in here?"

"You left the door open so I invited myself in." the blonde princess said as
she sat down. "What does a girl have to do to get a drink around here?"

"Who is this ... this ... bitch?" Teresa asked as she finally settled on the
right word.

"This is my boss, Jen ... " he started to say.

"Ex-boss." Jennifer cut in.

Greg released his busty babe for the evening and turned to the blonde. His
hard male member peered at Jennifer from over top his briefs like a naughty
child. "What?" the man said, scarcely believing his ears.

"It appears news of our little tryst reached the ears of our vice president.
He got his hands on some security camera footage showing me entering the men's
locker room last night. The bastard relieved me from my post for sexual
misconduct. I'll probably be fired once corporate gets wind of what happened.
Happy?" she explained, her voice wavering at the end of the speech.

"I'm sorry." Greg replied with genuine remorse. "I - I never thought they'd
let you go. I'll talk to Mr. Johnson and ... "

"Its too late for that. We had a little shouting match in his office. The SOB
had me escorted out of the building."

"What are you going to do now?"

"What I should have done 10 years ago. I'm going to beat the shit out of you."
The statuesque blonde said as she stood up. Jenny started to unbutton her
blouse.

"Now wait a god-damn minute. Just relax ... " the suddenly nervous male
replied.

"What I can't figure out is how you always get the better of me. How one
person can single-handedly destroy my life?" Jenny stated as she removed her
shirt.

"This isn't my fault. You followed me into that locker room." Greg protested.
The young man hadn't been in an actual fight in 15 years and had no illusions
about his chances against his female nemesis. For him this would be a
lose-lose proposition.

But Teresa did. She had no idea why her hunky he-man didn't just kick this
skanky bitch out of his house. On top of that, the busty brunette hated
blondes, especially ones with fake tits. Teresa wanted to see some decisive
action here.

"Throw her ass out of the house and lets get back to it, honey." The dark
haired minx demanded.

"Yeah, honey, throw me out of the house." Jenny taunted her male rival as she
dropped her skirt, leaving her in a strapless bra, panties and stockings. Work
in the fitness field brought the young woman prodigious strength. Pound for
pound, the busty blonde figured she could out muscle anyone, man or woman. Her
victories over the so-called stronger sex had just reinforced this belief.

The sight of the scantily clad blonde took Greg's breath away. Despite his
loathing and fear of this buxom babe, he had to admit she looked better than
any girl had the right to. Jenny possessed a perfect hour glass shape on a
large frame. It gave her a strong, in-your-face sexuality that smaller gals
couldn't match. And underneath it all were tanned, sensual, female muscle
toned by countless hours in the gym. You could crack an egg on her firm
buttocks, heaving breasts, or any other part of her luscious body. His cock
grew another inch, trying to gain the attention of the ultimate woman.

Teresa noticed the glazed look in his eye and slapped him upside the head.
"Get the bitch. Don't let her talk to you that way."

Jennifer just smiled. This little bar slut was making her job much easier.

"You asked for it." Greg said raising his fists hesitantly. He had a number of
barriers to overcome here. First off, the man was afraid of this woman. He
knew her to be at least his physical equal, if not outright superior. Men have
always had a primal fear of such females. Greg also had to get over the age
old edict never to hit a girl.

Jenny made it easier for him by giving him a hard jab, snapping his head back
like a punching bag. There's nothing like a little pain to rile a guy up. Greg
waded in and proceeded to bombard the buxom blonde with blow after blow.

It caught Jennifer totally off her guard. Her lone fighting experience came
from the massacre of her old boyfriend. Jim had never really fought back or
hit her. But Greg did and he loved every second of it.

His remorse and guilt over the day's events evaporated in an adrenaline rush.
This bitch deserved this after what she did to him in the locker room and in
her office. He hit her low and high, driving the panty clad girl back and
regaining his male superiority in the process.

Finally, a male blast landed her back on the easy chair where she started. A
small trickle of blood came from her nose. Otherwise, Jenny looked dazed and
confused as if she had just crashed headlong into a wall.

The unexpected male triumph had a predictable effect on Greg. His thoughts
turned from getting rid of this thorny rose to exacting the ultimate revenge
for her trespasses. He grabbed her by the calves and spread her long legs.
Jenny's ultimate treasure awaited him, highlighted as it was by her soft white
panties. The male pulled the woman off the chair. Her lovely head bounced on
the floor.

Then he dropped his briefs in preparation of taking his ex-boss the way a
woman should be taken, with the man on top and in control. His cock stood like
a ballistic missile. It was ready for this holy mission. But in his lust, Greg
had forgotten the bar slut.

Noting his changed demeanor and grossly improper intentions, Teresa grabbed
the naked male by the arm. She spun him around with surprising force. The
sweet mischievous-ness in his eyes that she found so attractive had been
replaced by a feral rage. Teresa tried to talk but the Greg-thing pushed her
back with almost super human strength.

"Stay out of this." It hissed before turning back to his intended victim.

But his intended victim was no longer there. The bump on the carpet and the
salty taste of her own blood helped revive her. Recognizing the looming danger
of the hostile male towering over her tanned body, his masculine spear ready
to pierce her, Jenny went straight at him. She grabbed the back of his ankles
and up ended the naked man-beast without ever getting to her feet.

He landed hard with a crash. But Greg was too pumped to worry about it. He
rolled to his feet with surprising dexterity.

Sadly, poor Greg was about to learn the hard way that men don't have a lock on
animalistic fury or strength. Big breasted Jennifer jumped tiger like on his
back. The buxom babe clamped the nude male in a full nelson, driving her firm
tits into his back. Somehow she managed it while still wearing her high heels.

With a wild scream, the muscular blonde lifted him bodily off the ground. Greg
weighed a fit and trim 180 pounds but found himself dangling helplessly in the
air. He flailed about as the girl threatened to snap his spine.

Teresa watched the dazzling spectacle of female domination with total awe.
That a girl could challenge a full grown man like this came as a complete
shock. She watched as Greg's enormous cock waved futilely in front of him like
a flag of surrender. Like any female, the busty brunette reacted sexually to
the display of dominance. Teresa no longer saw the other female as a rival.

That was the last thing on Jennifer's mind as Greg's heel caught her on the
shin. The girl yelped and tossed the man beast to the ground.

The violence of the battle, years over due, sapped both man and woman's
strength. Mentally, neither had lost any of their pent up hate. Jennifer,
standing some 6-2 in her heels, towered over the naked young male. Her big
breasts heaved like the ocean as she prepared for his next attack.

Greg wanted to jump back up but found himself momentarily weakened. He gazed
up at the goddess like woman, searching for her Achilles' heel, anything he
could exploit, while regaining some of his lost strength. The total emptiness
between her legs mocked his masculinity, giving Greg another adrenaline rush.
He got up slowly, ready for anything.

Jenny waited patiently, noting her rival's unrepentant anger. He came at her
slowly, warily. He respected her strength and skill, but the male would have
to attack. His sex would not allow him to wait for the woman. It demanded that
he take action and subdue her.

The man-beast didn't disappoint her. Aiming at her jiggling breasts, the
symbols of her femininity, Greg sent his right fist flying, hoping to repeat
his initial surge.

Both fighters were tired by this point. The male's punch lacked his earlier
authority. Jenny twisted, causing his knuckles to glance painfully off her
sleek shoulders. But his attacked missed the target. Hers didn't. She slammed
her left into his kidney. Pain exploded in his side, locking up his nude body.

Teresa, the thong clad spectator, laugh nervously as Greg staggered forward.
He had his hand on his right hip and his pecker stuck out like the prow of a
ship. His female foe waited for him to pass her. The she spun about and kicked
him in the rear with one of her long, supple, nylon covered legs. He went
sprawling and the busty bar slut inadvertently started to clap.

The blonde turned to her and smiled as the girls realized for the first time
that they were on the same side. Sweat glistened on Jenny's heavenly body, but
the big babe looked stronger than ever. She had lost the first round of the
fight, but the last two rounds had gone entirely to the female. Jenny knew
this as she advanced on her wounded male foe.

For the first time since the fight started, Greg felt a surge of panic and
that gripping fear that had allowed the woman to rape him twice. The girl was
winning. She was both stronger and faster than he was. He gamely struggled to
stand, intending to fight on. But his battle rage had deserted him. Greg was
but a naked and frightened man now.

He punched at her as soon as the girl got into range. His blows were a mere
shadow of their former selves. Jenny caught his right with contemptuous ease.
Greg replied with his left and she took that one too. He soon sound found her
fingers entwined with his as the obviously superior female began a game of
mercy.

The male fought back desperately. But he could barely stand let alone resist
the big breasted blonde. She drove him to his knees with ruthless female
efficiency. Jenny smiled down at the naked man as his resistance wilted. There
was no defiance in his eyes now, all three of them, even the single eye
sprouting up from between his legs.

Greg was reduced to gazing up at her bountiful bosom. Her great breasts were
both a symbol of her femininity and her man crushing power. And he felt
crushed, both physically and emotionally. This was his life changing moment.
Greg would never look at a female the same way again.

"Submit to me." The buxom boss demanded. She would always be his boss now, no
matter what happened.

Teresa got to watch her next amazing event: a man submitting to a superior
woman. By this time the little bar slut was hotter and wetter than a Jacuzzi.
But the brunette didn't know who she wanted, the blonde goddess or the virile
male slave.

"Kiss my pussy." Jenny ordered as she released his hands. Greg did so with
reverence and awe. His lips kissed hers thru the white panties as he got on
his hands and knees.

Jenny yanked his head back as she held him next to her hot spot. "Tonight you
are going to tender your resignation from the company in a letter. After you
explain that nothing happened in that locker room and that you are nothing
more than a lying pile of male shit. Understand?"

The man nodded as he looked up into her dominating breasts.

"Good. What are you waiting for? Go to your PC and write the letter." Jenny
ordered. Greg hastened to obey his new mistress. He disappeared into his
study.

"That was incredible." Teresa admitted as she walked over. The busty brunette
could not help taking Jenny's hand in hers.

"Thanks." The taller gal said. She admired the smaller girl's breasts. It
wasn't the usual look of jealous animosity but one of true recognition.

"You like my boobs?" Teresa offered nervously. She had never been with another
woman before.

Neither had the blonde. She nodded tentatively as the brunette placed Jenny's
hand on her big breasts. The taller girl squeezed the forbidden female flesh.
Unlike her implants, Teresa's were soft and sexy. Her palm pressed Teresa hard
nipples and the brunette moaned softly. Jenny soon found the bar slut's hands
on her bosom. The girl's lips seemed to becoming closer and closer ...

Then they kissed. Jenny never felt anything like it. Her heart pounded as her
fingers traveled up and down her new friend's voluptuous body. Here there was
no battle of the sexes, no dominance and submission, just sweet love ...

Greg entered the room 10 minutes later with his letter of resignation. It was
short and to the point, taking full blame for the events of the last 2 days.
The heaviness between his legs served as constant reminder that it had indeed
been his fault. Had he not perpetrated that heinous prank a decade before,
none of this would have happened.

Despite his ordeal, nothing could have prepared him for the sight in his
living room. Most males fantasize in vain about beautiful buxom lesbians. But
not Greg. He got to see it right there on his couch. Both women were nude.
Only Teresa sat on the couch. His boss knelt before her, servicing the busty
brunette between her fleshy thighs.

The over riding eroticism made it mark but so did Jennifer's position. The
girl that had so dominated him had submitted to the mere bar slut. Jennifer
serviced the brunette as he had done to her. That placed him in a distant
third in the scheme of things. Teresa opened her lust filled brown eyes and
smiled at Greg. It filled the male with hope that this situation would not
devolve into another femdom session.

But Jenny had other plans. She stood up and snatched the letter from his hand.
The girl read it while playing with his little nuts. Greg stared at her
gravity defying breasts and bulging biceps. He looked skinny and weak compared
her shapely muscled body. Greg also looked beaten and battered. Red marks and
bruises covered his virile frame.

"Good. Good." The girl said to him just before she planted a kiss on his
waiting lips. It was hot and wet and laden with Teresa's love juice. Then
Jenny yanked his head back painfully before turning to her female lover.
"Watch this."

Her hand closed on his throbbing shaft. But there was no love or affection in
it, only malicious intent. The busty blonde began to tease and arouse him just
as she had done in her office. And just as in office, Greg tried to resist
her, or more specifically, being put on public display.

It didn't work. The bold and beautiful blonde touched him sexually like no
other woman. His body began to shake as Jenny held him close, her hard nipple
poking him in the arm. Greg soon found himself staring down at his own loaded
gun.

By the time the explosion came, he didn't care. It splattered him in the face
just like last time, helped along by Jenny's guiding hand. This time she
swabbed a finger of his goo and forced into the man's mouth.

"Suck it!" Jenny commanded. Much to Greg's chagrin, he ate his own cum in
front of the 2 hot and horny babes. Humiliating this chump kept getting better
and better. She threw him to the ground.

"Finish her." The busty blonde ordered. She thrust out her breasts
victoriously.

The submissive Greg crawled forward and went to work between Teresa's fleshy
thighs. His tongue skillfully manipulated the busty brunette's hot spots. A
big O quickly ravished her voluptuous body.

"I told you he was good at it." Jenny joked as she mounted his back like a
cowgirl. She grabbed his hair and ordered the boy to do Teresa again. He
looked up at the plump brunette thru her black pubic hair. She was smiling.

Greg spent the next two hours in the same position, alternatingly servicing
the two frisky fillies. His night turned into an orgy of female domination.

By midday, Greg found himself in the VP's office with juicy Jenny. She wore a
black business suit with a conservative cut. They exchanged knowing glances
and a quick smile. The snarling male beast was no where to be found.

"In light of Mr. Tallon's letter and his very fervent apology for his actions,
I have been forced to rethink my actions." The VP stated in a calm and
professional manner. "Jennifer Tilly, you are to be reinstated with a verbal
warning. Do not construe this as a confirmation of your actions. From now on,
stay out of the men's locker room."

"Greg, you will get a letter of reprimand for sexually harassing Ms. Tilly. It
will go in your permanent file. The company does not condone such behavior and
I promise that any further sexual harassment of Ms. Tilly or any other females
will result in your summary dismissal. Understood?"

Both Jenny and Greg nodded affirmatively.

"Good. Now, off the record. I don't know what happened between you two and I'm
not sure I want to know. But knock it off. You two are professionals and I
expect you to maintain that at all times. Understood?" The veep continued his
lecture.

The couple nodded again.

"Good, now get the hell out of my office." The old man grumbled. For all of
his gruff demeanor, he did eye the busty blonde as she stood up.

They regrouped in Jennifer's office. She locked the door so they wouldn't be
disturbed.

"I think I owe you an apology. You saved my ass this time." The girl said as
she turned to him.

"Well, we both have plenty of blame to go around. If I hadn't ditched you back
... " Greg started. He was indeed a changed man, willing to look back at some
of his less than admirable actions towards the fairer sex.

"That was 10 years ago. I shouldn't have let it get to me like I did. We are
adults now, right?" Jennifer replied coming closer to him, invading his
physical space.

He could feel her heat and smell the rising lust in her breath. "Jenny,
remember what Johnson just said, if we get ... "

"Fuck Johnson. He can't tell me who and when to fuck. And right now, I owe you
a little make up sex. Maybe right here on my desk. I'll even let you have the
top spot." With that she kissed him, sealing the deal. "Now strip!"

Greg did as she ordered. After all, Jenny was the boss. He stood before her
naked, his lust rising up from between his legs like a mystical phoenix.

"Well, aren't you just Mr. Dependable?" the busty boss quipped as she fondled
him. Then Jenny led her boy toy around her big desk, her hand never leaving
his thing. She pulled up her skirt and dropped a pair of black panties. Then
the girl sat on her desk.

"Go for it." It was more of a command than a suggestion.

The nude male moved forward like a guided missile, eager to indulge his
earlier fantasy of nailing the boss on her desk. But the best laid plans of
mice and men and buxom blondes soon go astray. Greg's battered body began to
shake as soon as he entered her sweetness. He gave it one good thrust and
exploded as their lips locked.

"Not again! We have to work on that." Jennifer concluded as she broke the
kiss. "You know what to do."

Alas, he did. Greg was already on his knees.