The Sausage Queen, By Montrose A young man takes a summer job and learns to respect his new boss. Getting the job was easy. I saw how that thirty-something piece of sweet-meat kept her eyes on my lap snake. I just adjusted it a couple times while she was talking and the next thing I know she's asking me to work the night shift. "It's quiet then. It would mostly be just you and me." She licks her full lips. "Sure." I say. That sounds handy to me. I'm thinking we'll close up the place and bang in her office. But the first night of work she actually has me working. I'm cleaning grills and moving boxes full of frozen meat. I only keep going cuz every time she see me she pats my ass and whispers, "Nice. Very nice work." And finally, at midnight with no one around but the two of us for over an hour, she tells me to lock up and mop up. She grabs the money and heads back to her office. I make my way back there with the mop and bucket. I sneak a peak and I can tell she's having a hard time keeping her eyes off my ass wagging back and forth as I mop. I get done and I stand in the door to her office. She pulls off her glasses and looks up at me. Her cheeks are flushed. I like how her nipples are struggling to be free from her bulging blouse. Nice rack. "How long you been running this sausage stand?" "Ten years now. It's not much, but it's a living." I unzip my pants and her head snaps down to watch. I work my cock out slow and her eyes grow to catch ever inch. "In all that time." I say slowly. "I bet you never saw a sausage to match this one." And I flop the whole thing out. Her mouth drops open as she gasps. This is handy because this is exactly where I intend to stick it. I start walking up to her. "Unbutton your blouse." I tell her. She grins up at me and complies. Now it's my turn to be amazed. Nobody, but nobody can compete with this old babe for packed melons! I would have swore she was wearing a bra to keep those jugs waving so high. But there they were on high beam and dancing at me. And suddenly I wasn't flopped out of my pants any more. I was standing at attention. I suddenly realized that I was the one with the open mouth and stupid expression. "Get on your knees." She tells me. I started down, but caught myself. "Wait a minute. I got news for you, Bubbles." I grab my shaft and slide it around on her soft lips. "You're the one that's gonna get dirty knees out of this. Get down on 'em and open wide." She enjoyed the feel of my hot cock head on her face, but she stayed in her chair. "I tell you what." she purrs at me, "We'll have a little, physical contest. You like a strong young man. You think you can pin me down and make me suck you off?" "Well sure, but..." "Well your wrong, stud-boy." She stood and pulled my leg up with her, dumping me onto my back. She stepped over me and put her hands on her hips. "I'll bet my body and that pile of money against your body that I can smother you with my ass sooner than you can slap my face with your pecker." I looked over at the desk - 2 grand easy! Hot damn! This crazy bitch wants to get beat up and I'm gonna get paid for it! I stood up. "You're on." No sooner had the words left my mouth than she slams her fists into my stomach, like six times! And I mean she really loosened up my lunch. I back peddled to recover. She did not close in right away. She put her hands on her hips and smiled at me. "Something wrong, big boy? Do you want to back down? I'll let you run away if you want." Then she took off her lacy black panties. She twirled them on a finger before shooting them over on to my face. I was starting to get my wind back. "No fucking way." I said. "I'm gonna enjoy spending your money after I blow jiz all over it from tit fucking you on that desk." She threw her head back and laughed. She was completely confident. Now I may be cocky, but I'm only 19 years old. I realize that a woman 15 year older than me might know something I don't. I look her over. She's big for a woman at 6 feet tall and maybe 160 pounds, but I got her beat at 6'4" and almost 200 pounds. But experience tells me to respect her hand speed and arm strength. So come in fast and grab one hand, slipping it behind her back. My momentum sends us both onto her desk, me on top. My cock slides into her ass crack and grows stiff again as she struggles. "Now this is more like it." I grunt as I try to control her. I can't let go of the one hand I got - I mean I gotta use both hands or she'll break free! And her free hand keeps whipping back at me. I dodge and duck, but finally she gets her free hand around my head. She pulls my neck down to her shoulder and starts to choke me against it. I try to pull out without letting her up but it doesn't work. My only choice is to let go and try again before I black out. She peels herself off the desk and straightens her hair. "What's the matter, stud-boy? Get a-hold of more than you could handle?" She's getting aggressive again, backing me around the room. "Don't think you can quit now. We've gone too far." I hadn't planned on quitting, but I knew I was in for a fight. It was time to get rough, lady or not. I stepped up swinging. The first blow caught her stepping into it and I nearly broke my hand on the side of her face. She staggered. I swung the other hand at her gut. Snot rushed from her nose. "I don't lose to chicks." I snarled down at her. I unloaded another into her gut. But just as I did she caught me with an uppercut that dropped me on my back. She fell to her knees next to me, in a little trouble herself. I rolled over on my stomach and raised up on all fours. Somehow she landed on my back with her knees on either side of my ears. And she squeezed so hard I could hear my heartbeat thunder in my head! I tried to stand. She slid down and locked my neck in a choke hold with her arms and used her strong legs to knock my legs out from under me. We fell to the floor with her on top. She hopped up and dropped a knee into my back. "Are you ready to get my ass in your face yet?" she asked as she panted. "Maybe later." I replied from the floor at her feet. "But only if you suck my dick real good." Bad move. She dropped a knee into my stomach. I doubled up around it and she popped my face with one of her stone fists. My head slammed back to the floor. The room was spinning. She could have just dropped her ass on my face any time. What was she waiting for? She planted her painted toes on my neck and pushed down, choking me. I clutched at her well turned ankle but couldn't budge it. "You just tell me when your ready to taste my shit." She said softly. Through the tears of pain in my eyes I looked up her powerful leg, past her bulging wet muff, between her rolling tits, and into her smoldering eyes. With her hands on her hips she waited patiently for me to either die or submit. "Please sit on my face." I finally gasped. And she lifted her foot. She turned and planted her round bottom on my lips. She rubbed a couple time, then she let loose with a stinking fart cloud. She giggled as she smothered me with her flesh and gas. As the smell dissipated she stood and strolled over to her chair. She lifted her skirt, then sat down. She crooked her finger to me and pointed to her clam. Her lips moved but made no sound. "Eat me." I struggled to my hands and knees and crawled over to her. She was already dripping wet and tasted delicious. She wrapped her thighs around my head as I groped her ass and breasts. My lips and tongue explored every inch of her groin, sniffing out every sensitive spot. When she came I thought she would break my neck. Once she loosened her grip I lapped up all the dripping trails. "Hmmm." she moaned. "You're a good boy." She rubbed my hair. "Show me that cock again." Painfully, I struggled to my feet. I was still stiff as a post, ticking back and forth before her eyes like a metronome. One again her eyes grew big. She stood. I grew frightened. Was she going to beat me some more? She turned around and bent over the desk, spreading her luscious lips for me. "Take me." she whispered. "Take me hard." And I did. Suddenly all the strength and energy of my young body rushed back and I banged that woman hard and long on top of her money. She screamed for mercy as I pulled back on her hair to ram that extra bit of flesh into her tight pie. When I came I collapsed on top of her. Money stuck to our sweaty flesh like fly paper. I bit the back of her neck and she moaned. "Ow! Very good, boy. Now step back." I slid my cock out without ceremony. It bounced to attention, still eager. She gasped as my tube left her empty. She turned around and sank to her knees before me. "You've been a good boy." She said as she licked my cock head and slipped my shaft into her ample cleavage. I took over from there. I tit-fucked her up against the desk for only three minutes before I blew a load that covered her chin, nose, right eye, hair, and about $700. Then I collapsed into her office chair, fully drained. She pulled my hair and dumped me on the floor at her feet. "You're good, but not that good." She said as she took the chair. She slipped her blouse back on and buttoned up - a comical move considering her wet quim was dripping in plain sight. "You may leave. But I have to warn you. If you want to touch me again you'll have to face the same challenge." As torn up as I was I knew I wasn't going to be able to challenge her again for days. I would need time to recover. "Yes miss. Thank you." I kissed her painted toes and dressed as she watched. "Next time!" I said jokingly. I knew I would never beat her. As much as I knew I would try. "No one beats the Sausage Queen." She smiled as she licked my cum from her dirty money. Maybe not, I thought as I left. But I'm gonna have fun trying.