In Training
By Montrose
Steve goes to a seminar and learns more than he bargained for.


My boss decided I needed training, and because she is a leggy amazon 
that I secretly worship, I complied. I comply with everything she tells 
me to do. She has never pushed it beyond professional subservience, but 
she could and she knows it. I didn't really want to go to Atlanta for 
two days of boring lectures. I would rather show up early and play her 
fawning dog - fetching her coffee and printouts. I am underpaid and I 
work long hours, but the scenery is breathtaking. She stood over me in 
her tightly tailored business suit and commanded me to go. So I go. 

A lot of other bored looking people filed into the hotel's conference 
room. We ate sugary donuts and drank bad coffee. At the last minute a 
woman took the seat next to mine in the back. She was wearing a long 
dress that hugged her curves - and what massive curves they where! I had 
never seen an ass that big remain so perfectly round and perky. She sat, 
filling and sinking the swivel seat. Her head was still above mine. She 
saw me staring and gave me a polite nod and smile. 

I watched as she wrote on her nametag - "Christine." She slapped it onto 
her ample bosom. She had six inches of cleavage showing and just as much 
not showing. 

I quick scribbled "Steve" on mine - she didn't seem interested in 
finding out my name. 

Space was tight at the tables the hotel had supplied. Her left knee 
mashed into mine, pushing mine out of her way. I noticed the man on the 
other side (an alpha-male) was being pushed aside by her right leg. 
While he was miffed, I was delighted. 

We sat and listened for the most part. I adjusted my boner as subtly as 
I could in the tight space. Eventually Christine made a snide comment 
about something the lecturer said. I laughed obligingly. She seemed 
happy with my response - I was worried that it sounded too eager. 

And then it was break-time. Christine stood and stretched. I stood next 
to her (coming up to her chin). She completely eclipsed the alpha-male 
behind her. He tried to get past her in the narrow aisle, but had to 
wait until she stopped stretching and stepped aside. She only gave him 
enough room to get by if he hugged the wall. 

"I'm hungry." She said. "And I'm tired of donuts." She had eaten five. 

"They have fruit in the lobby." I offered. 

"Show me." She commanded. 

As I lead the way, we exchanged small talk. She was from New Jersey, 
liked football, romance novels, and racquetball. She was the manager of 
the marketing department in a startup Internet company. She laughed and 
said, "It is so easy to dominate computer geeks." I winced. She already 
knew that was what I did for a living. She winked down at me. 

She also learned that I was once a star high-school wrestler. She said 
she had always wanted to learn how to wrestle. The very idea made my 
heart pound. Of course, I had never wrestled anyone in her weight class. 

We got to the fruit and she grabbed two bananas, eating them both in 
four bites. I winced again. We talked some more, as she ate an apple and 
we headed back into the conference room. Break was over. 

Alpha-male tried to claim more table space with his coffee cup and 
papers. Christine sat down, took his coffee and drank it. Then she 
picked up his papers and flipped through them before stuffing them 
firmly in his chest. His face went white when he felt the power she put 
behind that blow. 

It came time to break into groups for an exercise. Alpha-male, 
Christine, the girl on my other side, and I were on one team. The other 
girl was well shaped and young, but of normal stature - she was probably 
a cheerleader just 5 years ago in high-school. I hadn't even noticed her 
before. When the exercise material landed on our table, Alpha-male made 
a grab for it but froze under Christine's eyes. He slid the package to 
her and sat quietly. In that way it was decided that Christine would 
lead our group. 

She made it fun and the time flew by until we had to listen to more 
lectures, and finally lunch. The hotel wheeled in boxed sandwiches with 
fruit and pasta salad. Christine and I grabbed ours, and then Christine 
said; "Now lets go find something to eat." 

Across the street was a burger joint. Christine wolfed her boxed lunch 
and half of mine while I waited in line for our meals. She ate two 
burgers and fries while I ate what was left. Conversation was lively - 
lots of laughs. Finally she said, "What are you doing for dinner." 

After a long silence in which she eyed me with a sly smile, I managed to 
stammer out, "What do you want me to do?" Now my cards were on the 
table, I thought. 

"Very good." She replied. "My room. We'll order room service and you can 
show me what you know about wrestling." Again with the sly smile. 

I could not respond. I sat in silence as she sucked at her large shake 
until it growled. 

The afternoon was hell! I had to sit next to this mammoth woman - had to 
smell her clean skin - had to feel her power. I didn't hear a word of 
the lecture. 

I did, however, notice that Christine has perfectly shaped feet when she 
kicked off one shoes under the table. I'm not a foot nut, generally. I 
mean, I've only seen three sets of feet in my life that turned me on. My 
boss is on the top of that list. Christine's took second, and her nails 
were painstakingly manicured and painted. She must go in for footwork at 
the salon. 

"You like 'em?" she whispered in my ear. She had caught me staring at 
her feet! 

It would have been ridiculous to lie. And she seemed to be waiting for 
an answer. "Yes." I whispered back. 

"One of my boys in engineering takes care of them." She replied. "I 
don't make him do it. He just begged to for so long I gave in." She 
admired her own toes. "He does good work." 

How was I supposed to concentrate on the lecture? 

At 4:00 PM they let us go. Christine told me, "Change into something you 
can wrestle in and meet me in room 721." Two floors above mine. 

I knocked on her door wearing shorts, a t-shirt, and sneakers. She 
answered wearing a sleeveless t-shirt, silk boxer panties, and nothing 
on those magnificent feet. She grabbed me by the collar and hauled me 
into her room. She closed the door. 

She flexed her arms for me as she walked toward me. Her muscles bulged 
and took shape. Her shirt hugged her torso, straining to cover her 
powerful delts. 

"Okay, wrestler." She snarled. "Show me some moves." 

I circled her. She lumbered around to face me. I faked a go. She went 
for it and I jumped back in, gripping her in a headlock. I slipped a leg 
between hers; anticipating how she would rebalance, and she fell. 
Thankfully, I was on top. 

I tried to twist her arm behind her back, but she was too strong. She 
grabbed the arm I had around her neck and pulled it open. Using brute 
force, she picked me up off of her, slammed me to the floor and mounted 
my chest. 

With her thick knees on my shoulders and arms, I was pinned. I could do 
nothing - I could hardly breath with her hams on my chest. She pounded 
the floor next to my head. "One - Two - Three!" She snarled down at me. 
I winced with each blow. "Match over!" 

"You win." I groaned. "Now get up!" 

"We're gonna go again." She said. 

She let me up and let me pull myself together. Then we circled each 
other again. She fell for the fake, just as she did the first time. I 
took her down again, but this time I jumped up and backed away before 
she could grab me. 

She got up on her hands and knees. I leaped on her back and got her in a 
full nelson. I wrapped my legs around her middle. I squeezed with 
everything I had. 

She continued to get up. She walked backwards into a wall and smashed me 
like a bug. With the wind knocked out of me I fell to my knees behind 
her. She pressed her big, silk covered ass onto my face against the wall 
and leaned hard. My head was stuck up her ass-crack! I could not get it 
out! 

I began to panic and started punching her ass. It was rock-hard! She 
farted and I sucked in the air only to cough it back out. Before I 
passed out she stepped away and I fell to the floor, gasping. 

"I'm getting hungry." She said. And she ordered food while I lay on the 
floor recovering. 

Before I could get up she was pulling me up by my hair. She picked me up 
by my shorts and neck and pressed me against the ceiling, choking me. "I 
hope you like steak." She said. "Cuz that's what I ordered." Then she 
threw me onto the bed. 

She leaped at me but I managed to dive out of the way. 

Like an idiot I tried using both of my arms to twist one of hers behind 
her back as she lay on the bed. She just grabbed me and threw me back 
onto the bed. She stuffed me between her legs and applied a scissors to 
my chest and arms. While she crushed me, she started flipping through 
the pages of a magazine. Apparently she needed something to keep her 
attention while she completely dominated me. 

It didn't take long before I was seeing stars - and it felt like my ribs 
would give. 

"Okay." I gasped. "You win." 

"No kidding." She replied casually. She ripped out a recipe and placed 
it on the side table. 

"I mean I give! Please! I submit! Please let me go" 

"I don't think so." She replied, and flipped a page. 

"But I submit! I'll do anything you say!" 

"I'm not ready to accept your submittal at this time." She said still 
reading. 

Then there came a knock at the door. "Room service!" 

"Thank god." She muttered. "Come in!" 

He came in with a cart - then he saw Christine reclined on the bed with 
me, red-faced and gasping between her massive thighs. 

"Holy shit!" He gulped, ran out without a tip. 

Christine released me, kicked me off the bed and said, "Serve me." 

Crawling and out of wind, I wheeled the cart up to Christine and served 
her as she ate, hoping that this would make her be more kind. 

She ate with gusto. "Don't expect it to get any easier after this." she 
said, reading my mind. "On the other hand, if you want to leave, feel 
free." 

I didn't want to leave her. She was magnificent. Even to be touched 
roughly by her felt good. 

Of the three steaks she ordered, I got half of one and some baked 
potato. Then she was ready for more. She reclined on the bed. "Do I need 
to chase you down, or are you gonna stick your head between my legs 
voluntarily?" she asked. 

I sighed, and then I placed my head on her thigh. She stuffed my face up 
into her pantied quim and clamped the other leg down onto it. Her box 
was hot and smelled wonderful. I ventured to stick my tongue around the 
edge of her boxers. I felt her great ass shiver in my hands. She let up 
her grip a bit. I had greater freedom of movement and slid her loose 
panties to one side and planted my lips deep in her clam. 

She fell over backwards on the bed and gave me free access her muff and 
rectum with my face. "Now you figured out how to beg for mercy." She 
whispered. 

For most of an hour I served her this way, making her chest rise and 
fall with passion. During this time I managed to slip out of my shorts 
and shoes. 

After a particularly deep orgasm, she sat up and plopped her big, 
dripping ass on my face, neck and shoulders. All was dark, no air. I 
panicked again, but this time she did not let up. I don't know when, or 
for how long, but I blacked out. 

When I came to she was kneeling at the side of the bed, watching me. 
"Are you awake?" she whispered as she stoked my forehead. 

"My head!" I grunted. 

"I have a surprise for you." She whispered. 

She stood up. Her panties were off, but in their place was the biggest 
strap-on cock on the planet! It was easily four times the size of my own 
rod! THAT got my attention. I back-peddled so fast I fell off the other 
side of the bed. She leaped over the bed and stood over me. 

"Don't worry." She said. "I know you're a virgin. I'll be gentle - for a 
while." 

"This isn't happening." I replied. I tried to leave but she stopped me. 

"Yes it is." She whispered. 

"But you said I could leave!" 

"I lied." 

She forced me down onto the bed and slapped a handful of lubricant up my 
ass. I yelled for help. 

She jumped onto my back. Her cock smacked me in the back of the head. 
She used her t-shirt to gag me. She held my hands pinned behind my back 
with one hand as she slid her shaft up and down my ass-crack. 

I was in full panic but I could do nothing. 

"There is one way you can stop this from happening."  She whispered. 

"WWWW?" I yelled through the gag. 

"Instead of me fucking you with this big cock, you can use it to fuck 
me." 

I panted heavily under her. She inserted the tip of the cock up my ass. 
"So what do you say?" She pulled off the gag. 

"YES! GOD YES!" I shouted at the top of my lunges. 

Of course I would rather bone her with my own meat, but what was I going 
to do? She strapped the rod onto me. The straps had to be tightened up 
quite a bit - mashing my own stiffy against my belly. 

"Let's play." She snarled. 

She got down on her knees and licked the fake cock from the tip all the 
way down to the fake nuts. Just for a moment her hot tongue touched my 
real sack. She giggled as my spine went spasmodic. 

She deep throated that fake for ten minutes, giggling at my pained 
expressions - my jealousy. I wanted to be in her mouth so bad! So close, 
and no cigar. 

Then she pulled me on top of her and aimed the rod home. With all my 
pent up frustration I rammed it in! I yanked it out and did it again and 
again and again! I fucked her with anger and fury and frustration! 

And that is what she wanted. She glowed under the assault. 

But after 40 minutes my sides ached and I faltered. That's when she took 
over. She flipped us over and hammered her big body down onto me, 
crushing me down into the mattress, then leaping up into the air, and 
coming down onto me again. She rode that pony for what seemed like days, 
but was only a couple of hours before she collapsed. 

I was black and blue, pummeled by her shoulders, tits, ass, and legs. I 
could hardly move. Eventually, she pulled the cock out of herself and 
stood up. She yanked the cock off of me and threw it into a corner. 

"Good job, little man." She panted. "Now get out." 

Despite how sore I was I still had wagging wood. "But." I whispered. 

She pulled me up by my t-shirt and pushed me to the door. She threw my 
shorts and shoes at me. 

"I'll see you in the morning." She said as she stepped into the shower. 

I got a bold idea. I dropped to my knees and followed her in. 

When she saw me, she thought about it for a while then she stepped up 
over my face and let me clean her with my tongue. I lapped up buckets of 
her juice, and made her cum once more. But when that was done, she still 
made me leave. No sale. 

The next morning I was the first one at our table. Alpha-male sat down 
next. When he saw my battered face he said, "What the hell happened to 
you?" But before I could answer, Christine sat down between us. Alpha-
male withdrew into himself. 

The girl on my other side picked it up. "No kidding." She said. "Are you 
alright? What happened?" 

Christine leaned over me and answered. "I broke him in last night." The 
girl's mouth dropped open and stayed that way. She stared at me, then at 
big Christine. Then she giggled. And Christine giggled with her. 

For the rest of that training day it was not just Christine and me, but 
the girl was there too - Joan. Swinging her little tennis skirt over her 
pert ass as she skipped to keep up with Christine's long strides, Joan 
hung on Christine's every word. By the end of lunch, Joan knew all about 
the night before. Christine spoke as if I wasn't there. It was both 
humiliating and exciting. She told Joan how I hammered her with the big 
cock, and how I cleaned up afterwards. 

"I am sooo jealous!" She squealed. The ladies giggled together then 
looked at me. I smiled sheepishly. 

Joan stuck a finger on one of my bruises and I winced. "God!" she 
whispered. "I would LOVE to beat the crap out of a man then get fucked 
like that." 

"Then why don't you join us?" Asked Christine. 

Now my mouth hung open. What did we need her for? I wanted to ask, but 
was I too polite. 

"Can I?" Asked Joan, bumping up and down in her seat, jostling her 
boobs. She looked at me. "But he's much bigger than me! Do you think I 
can take him?" 

"If you want to bad enough." Replied Christine. "He's a pussy." 

I shook my head. No way in hell this cheerleader that came up to my nose 
could take me. I had every advantage. 

Joan growled in a low voice. "God do I want to." A shiver ran up my 
spine. 

"Then why wait? Lets go back to my room now." Said Christine. My stomach 
leaped. 

"What?" I asked. But the girls were already on the move. They knew I 
would follow. 

We stopped at the conference room to get our stuff. Alpha-male looked at 
us funny. Joan explained it. "We're gonna go fuck each other's brains 
out. Have a nice day." And we left. When I looked back Alpha-male had 
his head on the table. I believe he was crying. 

When we got to Christine's room she flopped into a chair and said, "Go 
to it." 

"You mean, just start fighting?" asked Joan. 

While she asked stupid questions I snuck up and put her into a headlock. 
She screamed. I swung her down to the floor and tightened my hold. "This 
is gonna be a piece of cake." I whispered into her reddening face. 

She grunted and struggled to no avail. I let go of her head and sat on 
her back. I slapped her ass a few time (it was actually quite nice). She 
yelped with each slap. Christine chuckled. 

"Does it feel good to be on top for a while, little man?" she asked. 

"Hell yeah!" I snarled. I pulled my shirt off. Then I yanked Joan's 
panties down to her ankles. I pulled her skirt up and spanked her till 
her cheeks glowed red. 

My hand started to sting, so I got up. She struggled slowly to her 
knees, rubbing her red butt. I pulled my pants off under Christine's 
approving eye. My boner danced as I circled my victim. 

Joan attacked and caught me off guard driving a shoulder into my gut and 
grabbing my waist. She was fast but uneducated. She had no moves. I 
dropped her to the floor with an elbow in her back. I flipped her over 
and ripped her blouse open. How did she keep those full melons so firm 
without a bra? I sat on her chest. 

"You like it?" I asked, wiping my stiff pud across her full lips. I 
slapped it across her cheek. Her eyes flashed and she snarled. Now I was 
really pissing her off. But she was helpless under me. Instead of 
spanking her ass with my hand I started spanking her face with my cock - 
and laughing at her anger. 

Then, suddenly, she exploded! Every muscle in her little body flexed and 
pushed me up. Then, before I knew what she was doing, she was behind me 
and slammed into me, knocking me to the floor. 

"Your legs, girl!" Instructed Christine. "Use your legs!" 

In a flash, Joan jumped on my back, yanked my head back and clamped her 
firm thighs around my neck. She then used both hands to push one of my 
arms so far in the wrong direction that I swear I heard tendons snap. I 
tried to howl, but she was choking me. 

"You are so DEAD!" She shouted at me. 

"thchaaach." Was all I could reply as she tightened her scissors even 
more. 

She let go of my left arm and grabbed the right. It felt like she would 
tear it off, but I could not make a sound with her vice grip around my 
throat! Christine leaned over and whispered in her ear. 

"Cool! I'll try that." Said Joan, and she let me up. I struggled to my 
feet. 

Joan rushed in and performed a take down on a move I had taught 
Christine the night before. She landed me on my head, pinned me, and 
then kicked my face as she stood up. "Tell me some more." She said to 
Christine. 

While she had her back turned, listening, I got up and made my move. I 
got her in a chokehold. She flipped my to the floor stuck her foot on my 
throat, and went on listening to Christine. Damn she was fast. 

She spent the next half hour body slamming me and pinning me at will. 

"When do you want to move on to this?" asked Christine waving the strap 
on cock. 

"Oh. Right." Joan grabbed it and put it on. She stood over me in her 
running shoes, little white anklets, Tennis skirt (no panties) and that 
massive log. Her bosom heaved as she glared down at me, her hands on her 
hips. "Now we're going to have some fun." 

I scrambled backwards into a wall. 

"Get up and fight!" She yelled as she stood over me. 

I got up. We circled each other. I made a move and she countered it so 
fast I don't know how. She knocked me to the floor and let me get back 
up. I dove at her again. This time she hopped on my back and rode me to 
the floor. She grabbed her blouse and tied my hands behind my back. 

Then she plugged my ass with the tip of her cock. She yanked on my hair, 
driving the cock slowly up my ass. When her lips reached my ear she 
whispered, "Now you know I can have you anytime I want. I just wanted 
you to know that." 

"Please don't." I begged. 

She slipped the cock out of my ass slowly, and then untied me. 

"Get up and fight!" She said again. 

I got up. She slapped me with an open hand. 

I took a half-hearted swing at her. She ducked it easily and delivered 
five punches to my gut. He punches weren't that hard, but five of them 
that fast added up. I lowered my guard and took another swing at her - 
this one harder than the last. She ducked it and pummeled my lips and 
nose. 

I back-peddled. She followed, pimp-slapping me all the way. I tripped 
and fell into a corner. 

She stood over me with her hands on her hips, the massive rod poking out 
from under her perky tennis skirt - five feet seven inches of pony-
tailed hellcat. 

"I give up. I stammered through swollen lips. Please don't hurt me 
anymore." 

She grabbed her shaft. "Suck me off." She commanded. 

I rose to my knees and did as told. For five minutes she smiled down, 
enjoying my efforts. "Now stand and grab your ankles." She commanded. 

"Please" I whimpered. 

"DO IT!" 

I stood, shaking, and grabbed my ankles. She un-strapped the cock and 
spanked me with it. I yelled and fell face first to the floor. She 
straddled my back and kept the beat. I covered my ass with my hands but 
she hit them too, and that was worse. 

"Please!" I cried. 

She stopped and sat still on my back for a moment. 

"I'm going to stand and turn my back." She said in a calm voice. "You 
are going to kneel and kiss my little ass." 

"Yes miss." 

She stood and turned her back. She was completely open to attack, but I 
knew better than to try. I lifted her skirt and kissed her left butt 
cheek. 

She spun and lashed my face with the cock. "WRONG!" She shouted as I 
shivered on the floor. "I said ass, not cheek! Now get up and get your 
tongue up my ass!" 

I got up. Her back was to me again. I lifted her skirt, I parted her 
tight little cheeks, and I planted my tongue on her asshole. It took 
some maneuvering to actually get it to fit up her tiny hole. I licked 
and probed with all my heart. 

"Hmmmmm... better." She moaned. "Yeah..." She dropped the strap-on at me 
knees. "Now strap that on an ride me like you wanna to make it to 
California by nightfall!" 

I kept licking. I had the cock in my hands. I could smack her over the 
head... Nope. That perky little girl would just kick my ass all over 
again. 

I kept licking her ass as I strapped it on. 

Joan crawled up onto the bed and took the doggy stance with her box on 
my face. I stood and worked that massive log into her tight hole slowly. 
"Ouch... yeah, keep going! Damn!" She kept muttering. I got it worked in 
and gave it a few long, slow strokes - I was already driving her nuts. 

Then I crammed the bone home. As beaten as I was it felt good to be in 
the saddle, even if it was with a borrowed dick. Joan arched her back 
and took the hardest thrusts I could deliver, enjoying them like a hot 
bath. But after ten minutes I started to hurt too much to move. 

Christine saw this and yanked me off of the girl "Let me show you how to 
fuck a woman." She un-strapped me with the cock still inside Joan, 
pushed me aside, and strapped it on herself. 

Big Christine was a woman possessed. She leaped onto Joan's body and 
drove that cock like a freight train. Joan screamed with glee. "Watch 
and Learn!" 

And Christine did show me. Yes, she hammered Joan hard, but then she 
knew just when to slow down, too. As I watched for three hours, 
Christine made Joan wail with ecstasy beyond anything I could have 
imagined.  

"You are a GOD!" Shouted Joan. 

"No." replied Christine, quietly as she worked the tool deep. " I am a 
Goddess." 

"Oh YES!" Joan rolled her eyes back. 

I saw the subtle signals Christine was looking for, and how she played 
Joan like a fiddle. Christine invited me in for a closer look. 

When she was done humping, she slid the cock out and slipped her face 
into Joan's dripping pie. She invited me in for more lessons. Sometimes 
it was my tongue and fingers, sometimes it was hers, but it was always 
her showing me how. And Joan bucked under us to cum again, deeply. 

Christine took the cock off and sat on Joan's wet body and let me eat 
them both out. I practiced what she taught me and they both came several 
times. 

Then the two women fell asleep. And there I stood with my raging boner, 
looking at two dripping wet women who could kick my ass if I made the 
wrong move. 

I covered them in the bed, and I curled up in the chair, and I waited. 

An hour passed before Christine woke up. "What are you doing over there? 
Join us." 

"I'm not tired." 

Joan sat up. "How can you not be?" I exposed my throbbing tool. "Oh
right" she giggled. 

"Poor baby." Said Christine in mock sympathy. "Well, you have two 
grateful women here. Just tell us what you want, sweetmeat." 

"Sure." Chimed in Joan. 

Five minutes later Christine was on all fours with her bare ass in the 
air. Her big crack was greased and my cock was sliding joyfully up and 
down it. Joan lay on Christine's back, facing me. On the upstroke my 
cock slid through Joan's cleavage and into her waiting lips. 

It was the most massive load I have ever delivered - it obliterated 
Joan's face. I fell over backwards and the two women dived on my cock to 
suck it dry. 

As I lay there with those two women popping my cock in and out of their 
mouths all I could think was "Heaven." 



Back at the office my boss wanted to know how my training went. She told 
me to sit in the low chair in her office. She closed the door and sat on 
her desk in front of me, as she always does, exposing her incredible 
legs to me. My face was even with her skirt's hem. I saw a flash of pink 
panties. 

"Tell me what you learned." She said. 

"Maybe I should show you." I replied. 

I grabbed her left leg and placed it on the other side of me. She was 
too shocked to resist. And she felt so confident - like could never be a 
threat. 

I slid my hands up her thighs as I stood between her legs. Her mouth 
hung open as I pushed her business skirt up to her waist. Her eyes still 
looked like she felt in charge. 

That changed when I slid my thumbs into her panties and down into her 
quim. She gasped, but by then it was too late. A shiver of joy had 
already run up her spine. 

She circled my neck with her arms and put her head on my shoulder as I 
worked her twat. 

"Oh my god oh my god oh my god oh my god oh my god" she whispered as 
long as she could. Then she just panted, faster and faster. Within two 
minutes she came, grabbing me with her legs and shouting, "OH STEVEN!!" 

The entire floor had to hear it. 

I pulled my thumbs out. She insisted on licking them clean. 

"If you want the full lesson, pick me up for dinner. Take me somewhere 
nice and I will show you the rest." 

But she was too much of a go-getter to let me run the show entirely. She 
stood up, towering over me. She crushed me to her bosom and planted a 
kiss on me that buckled my knees. I fell back into the chair. She sat, 
straddling me, and kept kissing me. In thirty seconds I was panting as 
much as she. She rocked her hips, sliding her wet panties up and down my 
pants. She didn't stop until I came in my trousers. 

"7:00." She said when she let me up. "And this had better be good." She 
stood and rubbed her wet, panty-clad muff over my face as she stepped 
over me. She opened the door and sent me out to get her coffee. 

That night I got a long deserved raise. And now, on occasion, my boss 
gets me my coffee.