Joe's Lucky Day,
By Montrose

I know I'm not much to look at. I'm 40 years old, gray on the temples, a bit thin, 5' 11" tall. I still have most 
of my hair, at least. But women have never broken down doors to get to me. I'm single for two reasons. One 
- I'm a bit shy. And two - I have a bent toward tall, powerful women. Women like that don't need to settle 
for Joe Average, which is close enough to my name to do for this story.

Anyway, what I'm about to mention is the most fantastic thing to ever happen to me. My lucky day. I only 
wish it was destined to happen twice.

I recently took a job with a young and growing company. I'm helplessly stuck in the lower management 
role, due to my mousy demeanor. I can't muster up the balls it takes to get any further. But I have years of 
experience in a few industries, so I never have trouble finding work.

My first task with my new company was to take notes as the big wigs got together to discuss new business 
processes. I sat in a corner of the room and scribbled away as a handful of men bantered ideas back and 
forth. All very boring. Then it came time for the new markets process. The senior director for that group 
came in late. This one was not a man.

She wore a short, bright red, sleeveless dress. She stood well over 6'3" in her 2" heels. Her jet-black hair 
cascaded in waves down to her broad shoulders. Her skin was olive. "Hello everybody!" she said in a loud 
alto voice. She bounced a bit on her heels to make sure she had everyone's attention. Everyone cheered her 
arrival. One man stood to hug her. She let him get a quick one in then she grabbed his chin and pushed him 
back to arms length - almost 3'. When she let go there was a red mark on his face from her hand. He looked 
a bit sheepish.

"Bobby! You're back from California! Sit down." She boomed with a big smile. Bobby sat. Her eyes landed 
on me in the corner. She caught me staring at her body, so well rounded and firm. "And who is this?" She 
murmured. For once she wasn't shouting. I looked down and moved my notebook to cover my growing 
erection.

"That's Joe. He's taking notes and documenting our decisions." Said one of the men. "Have a seat Roberta. 
We were just getting to you."

She took a seat at the head of the table and started defining how her department ran. Others tried to suggest 
things to her, but she shot them down. Eventually she started telling them how they would need to re-work 
their organizations to meet her needs. A few men complained a bit. She told them to stop whining. And 
they did.

I was taking note frantically as my lap snake puffed up in my pants! What power and control she had!


Most the time she spoke she addressed the table of men, but now and then I looked at her to find her dark 
eyes staring hard at my face. I could not meet her confident gaze for long.

When Roberta was sure everyone had her directions, and no one dared to question her further, she 
determined that the meeting was over.

As the men stood and said goodbye, she cut them off to address me. "Joe. Stay for a while. I want to make 
sure you got all that down."

"Yes Mam'."

As the last man left the conference room Roberta slipped up and closed the door behind him. Her back was 
to me for the first time and I had to drool over her wide, round hips and powerful legs. When I looked up 
she was looking over her shoulder at me, smiling.

"Not bad, eh?" She whispered.

"Uh..." My mouth felt dry.

She chuckled as she prowled her way over to me. When she stood before me she snatched the notebook 
from my hand and tossed it to the floor. Paper scattered.

"You're new here, so I'll explain the rules, Joey." She stepped closer. Her chest mashed into mine. I stepped 
back and bumped into the wall. She stepped forward and pinned me there.

She placed my hands on her hips and put her hands around my neck. I couldn't help but rub my hands 
around her firm ass - so round and warm. She smiled at me.

"Actually, there's just one rule. I am always on top." She kissed my cheek and let that sink in. "And I mean 
that in every sense. I may not own this company, but the owner drops on his knees and stuffs his tongue up  
my ass whenever I let him. The rest of these chumps are my dogs, too. And now." She tightened her grip on 
my neck, cutting off my air. "So are you."

I tried to get to my neck to remover her hands, but her body, shoulders and arms were in the way. She 
started rubbing her groin on my boner as she watched my face change color. "I could kill you right now, 
dog." She snarled. She kissed and bit my face as I gasped for mercy.

Then she grabbed a handful of my hair and pulled me to my knees. I was face to face with her bulging 
figure. She must have had twenty or thirty pounds of packed muscle on me! 

"Please." I whispered.

"Okay, since you said please." She replied. She crammed me face up under her dress and started humping 
my face - no panties. She slid her swollen quim up and down from my chin to my eyes, leaving a thick trail 
of goo that grew hotter by the second.

It was heaven! I reached up and grabbed her ass cheeks. One thumb slipped unto her asshole. Roberta 
moaned, "Oh fuck ya! Slip it in!"  I stuck my thumb up her ass. She snorted and pumped my face at double 
the speed!

Her moans turned to screams and profane shouts. She was pounding the wall in front of her with one hand 
as she pulled my hair with the other, "God! Jesus Fuck YES!" She shouted. She growled like a jungle cat in 
between climaxes as she humped for more. The entire office had to know what was going on!

She was puffing hard now with the effort of slamming her big hips back and forth. Suddenly, she scooped 
me up in her arms and sprawled me out on the conference table. My weight was nothing to her! She sat on 
my face as she frantically removed my shoes and pants. Since it was planted on my face, I licked her 
asshole for all I was worth. The same asshole the owner of the company begged to lick! It was tightly 
puckered and musky.

Without turning to face me she grabbed my cock hard and jammed it home, up her gushing clam. She 
humped so hard I thought the table would break! It bounced a bit on the carpet. When she finally came she 
reached back and pulled me up by my tie, choking me again. I came as I turned blue.

She was dripping with sweat as she turned around and sat on my chest, pinning my shoulders with her dark 
knees.

"I could tell you were hung when I first saw you." She panted. "Did you enjoy that?"

I couldn't reply because I was still choking on my tie, about to pass out. She pulled it off of me.

"Thank you!" I coughed. "You are magnificent! Thank you."

"Shut up." She spat down at me. She back-handed my face once bringing sparks to my right eye. I was 
stunned.

She continued to smile down at me. "You'll want to do that again." She assured me. "And you'll continue to 
check out this body in the halls." She ran her long fingers from her breasts down to her dripping muff. "But 
if you ever dare to touch me without my permission, or if you speak of me to anyone in anything less than 
the greatest professional regard, I will pull your balls off with my bare hands and throw you bleeding into 
the street. Do you understand me?" She reached down and squeezed my face hard. I got the idea she was 
not speaking metaphorically. She probably could pull a man's balls off with her bare hands.

"Yefff." I managed to grunt through distorted lips.

She slid up over my face, wiping her clit off as she went. Then she stood. I was drenched.

"You're a piece of shit, aren't you." She observed as I slumped to the floor to gather my papers. I looked up. 
She was straightening her hair, but her skirt was still up around her waist.

"Yes Mam'." I agreed.

"You were good Joey, but we won't be fucking again. I won't waste my time." She pulled her skirt down. 
Except for the beads of perspiration on her neck and the thin trail of cum running down the inside of her 
left leg, she looked as good as new. She turned and marched out of the room leaving the door wide open. I 
had to duck behind it to get my pants and shoes on.

When I got out to my cube no one spoke to me. It was obvious I had been molested from the smells, stains, 
and rumpled appearance. Everyone stayed away. But I did see some of the women trying to catch a glimpse 
of my lap. I guess among the other pieces of shit I was temporarily regarded as having been touched by the 
gods... or at least the goddess.

And that was it. Roberta never looked at me or spoke to me again. Every once in a while I heard her moans 
and shouts coming from an office or conference room. An hour later she would emerge, glowing. And a bit 
later some vice president or even the owner would come limping out with a drenched shirt and one shoe off 
- stunned.

This piece of shit thanks you, Roberta.